Author's note: I wanted to apologize for the delay last year I was diagnosed with epilepsy and everything has been put on hold until it was gotten under control. Plus I am going at my writers block with a pick axe so chapters will be small.
"There is someone killing in your name?" Kurt demanded "That's kind of stupid."
"It's senseless." Ororo replied as she unlocked the door to her storage unit. "This whole situation is senseless." She added as she flipped on a light switch revealing crates and cases stacked neatly on shelves each one with its own clip board. "If it wasn't for Sabertooth and Juggernaut's joke this wouldn't be happening." she continued as she pulled a clipboard off of one of the shelves.
"You know that's not true Ororo, the murderer would still kill he would just use something else to justify it." Kurt said as he moved over towards another of the shelves to look at the attached clip board. "What exactly is it that we are looking for?"
"An antique French vase, the blue one that managed to survive the student wing." Ororo replied as she flipped through the pages before she set it back.
"Which vase are we looking for the one with the dogs or the one with the women?" Kurt asked as he gave the clipboard a percussive look.
"Dogs." Ororo stated. "We just can't seem to catch any peace."
"Don't worry about what can't be changed only on what can be changed." Kurt replied as he ported over to a ladder which he then ported over to the shelves. "Here is that vase." As he handed it down.
"If only ever thing else was that easy." Ororo muttered as she took the vase.
"There is nothing here that links the victim to Ororo." Bruce mused as he sat in front of the bat computer out of costume. "Three murders all of them made supposedly in Ororo's name. But there is no links between the victims or her. The closes thing is that number 2 is on a pro- christen board that has been denouncing the Cult of the Windrider." He added as he leaned back to look at Alfred out of the corner of his eye.
"This image in the background of the first victim was spray painted on Madame Ororo's storage unit." Alfred added, prompting Bruce to look up.
"There aren't any reports."Bruce stated.
"She requested that none be made." Alfred replied. "The only reason I know about was that I was with her when she found it. She claimed to have a tapestry that would replace the one that got burned at dinner last month."
"I noticed that had been replaced." Bruce mused as he entered a new search perimeter into the computer. "But this doesn't tell us more then we already knew that the cases involve the Cult of the Windrider in this case its detractors. Though how the killer knew about the graphitti and we didn't is a lead."
"Not to interrupt sir but you do have a meeting in thirty minutes and you may want to freshen up." Alfred added. Bruce merely grunted as he entered a couple of commands into the computer so it would continue the searches on its own before getting up and heading for the staircase.
He was a warrior in the name of his goddess and like all the crusaders that came before him he was fully committed to using the sword in defense against the nonbelievers. Conversion or death that is what he offered all those that came under his blade. And with each soul he freed he did rituals that would insure that the Windrider would absolve them of their sins against her. With enough souls saved he will be able to absolve his own sins and present himself to the avatar for his place beside her. Taking his right full place among the giants of this world. That was what the soothsayer McKlaw had told him.
When the time was right he would know when he was to go to the avatar and through her free the Windrider of the shackles that the mortal realm and the false followers have placed on her. With him by her side there would be no limit to the how far their power would spread.
A scream reverberated throughout the farm house bringing everyone to the entry hall where Wanda was looking at bouquet of flowers as if she wanted to strangle it. A bouquet made up of half red roses and half orange.
"orange?" Logan asked.
"It means desire and enthusiasm." Ororo replied as she reached into the bouquet and pulled out a card. "'We still desire you, how about a night in the sheets.' Two Face ."
"I still like that bear that was half red and half white." Kurt stated.
"The cake." Victor argued.
"The necklace was pretty weird." Peter added as he thought back the diamond necklace that was made up of two different metals.
"This is getting ridiculous." Wanda groaned. "This was also delivered with the flowers." She said as she handed Ororo an envelope.
"It's a gift card for a one of a kind piece of lingerie."
"What?" Eric roared.
"Ya, this is going to be fun." Logan said as he signaled the others to clear the way between the two.
"Would you like to explain just how this man believes he can send you lingerie?" Eric asked as he stormed right up to her.
" He is a delusional sociopath with split personality disorder that does whatever a coin tells him to do.
"That doesn't answer the question." He snarled as a knife suddenly came flying out of the kitchen and imbedded itself in the wall behind the bouquet.
In the Marvel Universe
"Are we sure we want them back?" Spiderman asked as members of both the Avengers and the X-men watched the knife quiver on the huge screen.
"Don't think we have much choice."