As the blackbird landed, everyone got into their groups to look for Mesmaro.
So yo, whats this stick thing Mr. Mind Master wants anyway yo? With a heavy sigh Beast felt compelled to answer.
It's not a stick, it's a spear, a very famous one too. It was even once in the posession of Hitler, it is thought to be the very spear that pierced the body of Christ in the bible.
THE SPEAR OF LONGINUS! Before he could stop himself Todd gazed up in pure fear at Beast, praying that he heard him wrong. With a face of pure disbelief Beast returned a gaze to the small amphibian mutant.
Why yes, that is its proper name, but where did you...
I found some old book in the attic and was even desperate enough to read it, don't breath to much into it yo.
With in new level of urgency taking over, all he could hope for was that his lame excuse would satisfy the other's curiosity. About ten minutes into the facility Forge had taken control of all the security. There was no reason to worry about guards since Mesmaro had already mentally subdued them all. Forge had located Mesmaro and all teams where making their way to his location. None of them trying to get to Mesmaro as quickly as Toad, because none of the others knew the true danger they were all in. As they came closer, their path was instantly blocked. Not sure how, but Mesmaro had locked the spears' steel door, steal so thick that only a few mutants could get threw. And as luck would have it, none of them where on his team. As beast and storm tried to contact the others to try and figure a way in, Toads adrenalin got the best of him. He then spat up three clumps of goo on the door.
Yo Bobby, ice those spots I made for yah.
Uh ok, but why.. JUST DO IT!
Taken back by the normally less assertive mutant, Bobby complied and gave a deep freeze to the three spots indicated.
Ok Toad, now what?
Now you all step back.
Beast, Storm and Iceman all did as they were told, interested in what Toad had planed. In a swift movement he had forced all his strength into his legs and with a solid kick in each spot, it caved in making a hole in the steel door.
Whoa, how did you do that Toad?
Easy, everything has a weak spot, yah just have to know where to look.
Toad looked and saw a look of admiration in Bobby's eyes, and for the first time he noticed that the ice mutant was also pretty cute. Before toad could dwell into anymore thoughts of this particular mutant he was interrupted by Storm's questions about how he knew how to find the door's weak spot.
I guess I'm just good at finding weaknesses.
As am I.
With a quick motion Toad, Beast, Storm and Iceman where flung into the door, into the room with the spear and against the wall. It was there that they noticed nearly all the other members of their fellow xmen and brotherhood teams where also in the same predicament.
Ok Mesmaro, minus five points for the lame line.
So sorry but I've always had a flair for the dramatics.
Clearly.
Between Toad and Mesmaro's banter he noticed how they were being held against the wall. Mesmaro had apparently found another telepath. This one was had to be in her late twenties-early thirties, about the same age as the instructors at the institute. Mesmaro kept with his circus thyme and had her dress as a jester clown. Her costume had blue and black stripes, a tight corset top and a skirt that ended with little bells all around. She had long wavy black hair and ice blue eyes that seemed so far from the world they were in. The costume and her natural looks made for a very sexy piece, if not for her three pointed jester had that forced a smile on your face. It was her eyes that triggered Toad's memory, and made his burn with rage at the thought of what Mesmaro could have done earlier to her.
Ah I see you notice my new assistant. Yes since they call her the Jester, I found the costume appropriate.
I know who she is and if I find out you did anything to her, you will have a very short amount of life to regret it with.
------So here is my first attempt at a fanfiction, all I ask for is that please no flames but I would love constructive criticism. I own nothing except Jester.
Let me know if this story is still worth writing, thanks.-----