X0001:I think its four 0's. I hope we are going to see more X-men in the story. However in this chapter will be a X-men from the comics but in the Evo world. Can't give too much away until you read, which I have no doubt you will.
Blix: The sheep thing was funny? Good its what I was going for. I couldn't think of a way to extend it so I just left it at that. More perverted moments to come…giggle giggle.
Lizbeth: I'm glad you liked how I worked in the X-men, I wanted to put more in but I just couldn't quite do it. Yes Pyro is awesome he's quite fun to write for too. So you make 4 or 5 to keep him I can't remember. Chapter 9 is the deadline for him.
Nasakea: I'm glad you "loved" it. Chapter 8 is done. Hope you like the story with your characters in it. Enjoy.
DarknessofDawn: You may think that way now, no I won't be trying to kill her. Honest the way I see it I will only be trying to kill one character, but not saying which.
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Chapter 8
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The Draft Part 3
New YorkJessica's limo pulled up to the Mutant Apartments at 7:05 a.m. She stepped out and walked into the café at the same time Jack stepped out of the elevator. They exchanged a smile and a hello and both made their way to the coffee, since the ground floor was a café.
"Glad you're here. There's a matter I could use your assistance on." Jack said as he downed his coffee.
"This isn't about the girl again is it?" Jessica asked with a nudge.
"No of course not. I'm over her honest." Jack said as he poured some more coffee into his mug that read 'World's Greatest Mutant Sexpot"
"Oh really?" Jessica asked not believing her friend. "Is that why you named your jet the Dark Rose? Not to mention you still use the coffee mug she gave you." Jessica pointed out.
"Yeah…well AT LEAST IM TALL!" he replied.
Jessica rolled her eyes. He always did that when he couldn't think of a reply. "It's not the height that matters, its how you use it." She replied with a wink. "Now this matter you could use my assistance on?"
"Yes. I've got some interviews today for someone to run this café. It hasn't been open in awhile. Not since…well you decided to cook dinner here." Jack gave a shudder at the thought of that event. It had taken him nine months to re grow all of his hair.
"Very well. But I'll need your assistance too then. I need a lift somewhere."
Jack nodded in agreement.
New York City Harbor – Warehouse 12
Inside the warehouse, sun lit up the dank conditions. Sleeping bags and dirty mattresses littered the area. The stench of urine and death filled the small warehouse. A small group of F.O.H. members had cleared the area and killed one or two of the mutants that lived there. They pushed the rest into their vehicles to be taken to their holding cells.
Outside the warehouse on a dock a woman stands staring out to see. Her blonde hair reaches to her cheeks, her blue eyes scan the ocean. Her name is Violet Sanders. She had made her way to Bayville as a F.O.H. member and quickly advanced in the ranks, she was in charge of this mission. The deaths of two of the renegade group of Morlocks were not her wish but it had happened in self-defense.
She absentmindedly twirled the half medallion on her neck with her fingers. She let out a deep sigh and turned around to face the warehouse again. At 19, many of the members resented her for advancing so quickly but they all had the same goal so it didn't matter as much as their objective.
One subordinate approached her. "Miss." He saluted. "We have finished loading the mutants. We're ready to torch this place."
Violet nodded and stepped out of the building towards her escort. She looked at her watch and smiled. She still had time before her meeting. "Driver take me to a Starbucks." She said as she stepped into the car closing it behind her.
The Warehouse soon was lit on fire and a few of F.O.H. members had secretly huddled a few mutants and hand them on their knees with their hands behind their heads. They made the mutants watch as they burned the building then fired one round into each of their heads.
After each Friends Of Humanity member left the scene all that remained were the charred remains of the mutants home and four dead bodies, two children and two women. Two figures stood over this scene.
One dark skinned boy clenched his fists; his spike armor took on a more intimidating style. The other figure was a woman her age was had to determine she appeared to be early to late twenties. Her right eye covered by an eye patch and her black hair flowed in the sea breeze. She looked down at the dead bodies and sighed. "Come Spyke we have work to do." With that the woman turned on her heel and walked back to a manhole cover.
Jack and Jessica sat at a table waiting for their next interview to arrive. So far they had interviewed ten incompetent people. Jessica had lost nearly all her patience as she tapped her pen continuously against her paper pad. Jack on the other hand had pulled a chair in front of him to rest his feet on and set his hands behind his head.
"It's days like these you forget about being a mutant." He said with a satisfied smile. "Well unless your you." He said indicating Jessica being a normal human.
The doors opened and in stepped a teenage boy slightly smaller then Jack at about 5'8, his hair was a white blonde color, his eyes were ice blue, and he wore khaki's and polo shirt. He stepped in front of the two interviewers.
"Uh…" Jack was shocked. He looked at his notepad and was not scheduled for another interview for another hour.
"I saw the Help Wanted sign out front." The boy said.
"Very well. State your name and age." Said Jessica.
"Jean-Paul Beaubier." The boy stated. "I'm 17."
"Why does that name sound familiar?" Jack whispered into Jessica's ear. She just shrugged "So can you make coffee?"
The boy looked behind the counter and shrugged. "I don't see why not."
"Alright you're hired." Jack said standing up.
"Wait we're not going to discuss this? It is half my café."
Jack looked back at Jessica. "I said I needed your assistance. I didn't want to meet the kids alone." Jack shook Jean-Paul's hand.
"So when do I start?" He asked.
"Now. Better make Jessica a cappuccino." Jack answered.
Jean-Paul walked behind the bar and started up the coffee machine. "Better make it to go. It's your turn to assist me Jack." Jessica said as she slipped her shoes back on.
Jack nodded and walked with his friend out the door. He quickly ran back through the door and faced Jean-Paul. "I remember you now! You're one of the Beaubier twins! You and your sister Aurora!"
Jessica opened the door and stood in the doorway scowling and tapping her foot. "I am hungry you know!"
Jack walked into some restaurant for brunch; Jack didn't much care all he wanted was a large cheeseburger, some fries and something to wash it down with. Still she helped him with the interviewing. They took a seat at opposite sides of the table, allowing Jessica a full view of the restaurant.
Everyone was dressed upper class, dressed in suits and dresses that screamed snob. Jack looked over his menu and was saddened to find no burgers on the list. He recognized everything, having tried it all many times, but none were appealing.
The waiter stood at the table and looked at each person. "What can I get you?" he asked.
"Just some water thanks." Jack said handing the waiter his menu. Jessica gave her order and Jack understood not a single word of what she said to him.
The waiter nodded and came back with two waters and left again. Jack quickly downed his water and began to fill up on bread. "Yes brilliant idea Jess." Jack mocked.
"Your saying that cause you have no class."
The waiter came back with a tray of food and set it on the table. "There you are miss." He said. He left another water on the table for Jack. "There you are sir." With that he was off.
Jack quickly drank his water again. He became very aware of his bladder. "Looks like the coffee and water have finally sprung a leak. So pardon me madam." Jack bowed and made his way to the bathroom, passing by a table full of angry looking men and a blonde haired girl.
The blonde woman took in the man's black eyes as he walked by and her eyes fell to his table. There she saw a red headed woman eating her food. The face, the hair…the eyes…it can't be. Can it? She then motioned for her subordinates to lean in closer to her. "The girl at the table. She's a mutie lover. Grab her, but don't hurt her." She ordered. The others nodded and all got up and walked in sync over to Jessica's table.
Jack took a deep breath and smiled. He felt considerably better after utilizing the facilities. Something was wrong and he saw a group of men approach Jessica. He recognized a symbol on one of the members' jacket. F.O.H. He thought to himself.
Jack was off. He picked up a plate from the table and smashed it on the face of one of the F.O.H. members. He grabbed Jessica's arm as he began to furiously blind everyone they came across. He pulled her out of the restaurant and back to the car.
Jessica was caught off guard when Jack pulled her off her seat and carried her out of the restaurant. Her head turned she caught a glimpse of a blonde woman. Lettie?
Chance sighed as he looked at Jason's medical chart. He had no idea what any of it meant but it made him feel useful when he read it. The human science experiment had left early in the morning, annoyed that he had allowed himself to get hurt since he's supposed to be invincible.
The doors swished open and in stepped Chance's sister. Lissa smiled at her little brother as she approached one of the computer terminals and activated the Internet on the largest screen.
"Do you have to do that here?" Her brother asked annoyed.
"Have to? No." She answered as she began typing away.
Then something struck the younger mutant. "Shouldn't you be with the others? I thought Hawk took all of you."
She just shrugged. "I 'disappeared' conveniently." Lissa hit a few buttons and the computer screen went red. "And now I will conveniently disappear from the computer." Before her brother could say anything she was gone.
The Sentinal, Jason Alan Morris, sat atop an apartment building looking down at the people below, he thought about many things today. Mostly his mind reverted back to his last mission at the zoo. He toyed with the idea of taking the fight to Shriek and her goons destroying them. Not knowing where they resided however would not allow that to happen. Not that it mattered, there were always ways to find someone or bring them to him.
It was then that he heard sirens. He looked around and directly in front of him the Laundromat was being held hostage. There were masked gunmen with their guns pointed at many of the civilians in the building. "Don't just stand around with your thumbs in your butts, do something!" Jason uttered to himself as he hopped off the rooftop to the ground. He looked forward and decided to take matters into his own hands.
He charged into the Laundromat and using his reflexes quickly disarmed the men. He then began to pound into each one and using their stocking masks he tied them together. "You know stockings are used for girls and cross dressers legs for a reason." He quipped as he made a final knot. Satisfied with the job he stepped out of the Laundromat and was assaulted by news crews and reporters.
Questions like "Are you a mutant?" and "Are you good or bad?" however he chose not to answer until. "What's your name and who do you work for?" asked on reporter.
Thousands of possibilities stood before Jason now. And he decided on the one he thought would serve him best. "My name is Sentinal and I work for myself. I'm New York's newest and greatest hero!" He said with pride.
Colorado
In the Rocky Mountains a small ghost town was erected in a crater of sorts. To each side were mountains except the large area inhabited by the ghost town. A few miles out of the crater was a small town, the town was called Cherry crater for unknown reasons.
A woman dressed in a pair of red sweats and a read jacket walked the dirt streets of the town. Her pink hair blew in the cold breeze that whizzed pass her. She shivered at the cold chill and cursed herself for not wearing something warmer. She was here for Jack. Kara the Manipulator had been deemed perfect for this simple recon mission. She took it for the reason that the mutant she was here to investigate was supposedly living in unbearable conditions, which of course was why she decided this far out.
The clouds that loomed over the city as Kara walked into a small food shop covered the sun, a small man behind the counter who read the paper, his feet resting on the counter, greeted her.
"I've come to understand you've been haunted by demons lately." Kara said approaching the counter.
The man put down his paper, folded it nicely and set it on the counter. He turned to look at the pink haired woman in front of him. "You going to buy something?" he asked.
Kara nodded and grabbed the first thing she saw, which was a nudie magazine earning her a weird eye from the man. "Now. About the demons?"
The man nodded. "You're the second city folk to come 'ere." He said as he leaned back in his chair. "The other one of course looked like a demon herself what with the pale skin and black hair not to mention her outfit." The man shivered at the memory.
Kara's eyes widened. Shriek was here? She was definitely not ready to fight the mutant. Shriek's powers consisting of feeding off peoples negative emotions made her rather a hard target to beat especially one-on-one. "Then we should make this quick, lest she come back."
The man behind the counter nodded. "You see 'bout once a month these zombies come into town. They scare the crap outta me they do. One skeleton and zombie, they come here first and grab some food. None o' us dare ta fight em or stop em, so they walk on outta 'ere. Scary stuff tis." The man then picked up his newspaper and turned back to reading.
"That's it?" Kara asked. "Not a 'we followed them one day' or a 'we killed one and it opened the portal to hell?"
"Nope." Replied the man nonchalantly he then spit into a cup. "Now you going to pay for the nudie magazine?"
Kara laid a twenty on the counter and left the store angrily. She stepped out into the street again only to stop dead in her tracks to see Shriek standing before her. The negative emotion feeding mutants smiled.
"He didn't teach you anything did he?" Shriek asked.
"No, the inbreed had no answers." Kara replied skeptical of Shriek's nicety.
"I didn't mean him. You know there was a small time when you joined me and believed in my path." Shriek replied.
"I was young, naïve, and just plain stupid. I'm not the impressionable little girl anymore!" Kara then calmed herself, the last thing she needed was to start a fight she couldn't win. "Look did you learn anything or not?"
Shriek scoffed. "Yes. The mutant girl is near. However it looks like I have the upper hand." Shriek the smiled and sent a sonic blast at Kara sending the mind manipulator into the side of a building.
Kara rose to her feet. Shriek was gone. Kara pulled out the satellite phone and called her ride.
The Morlock Tunnels
Remy Lebeau, the former mutant terrorist Gambit walked through the tunnels. After Magneto putting an end to his Homo-Superior dream, the Acolytes were disbanded. Gambit took to the tunnels. He did this part out of hiding and part for trying to make amends for something he did long ago in the tunnels.
He didn't see the girl among the Morlocks. He hoped it meant she escaped and was living a better life then she would have as a Morlock, but something told him he was wrong. That thought was quickly pushed aside. He was here for a reason. To look after the Morlocks in Callisto's stead. The former leader was away with Spyke only they didn't tell anyone what they were doing.
Gambit stopped to look at a pair of shivering Morlock twins. They had recently lost their parents in a warehouse burning; Spyke and Callisto brought them by earlier. Gambit took off his trench coat and put it over the slumbering mutants. He smiled as one of the mutants put his arm around his twin.
So what do you think? Too much? Not enough? Lacking? Too many mistake? So and so forth, deadline time folks Pyro in or out? You know I may not even care and just keep him anyway a perk to being the writer.