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Evolution Nightmare: X-Men & The Guyver
Chapter Two: No Fighting in School
"Yer out of yer freakin' mind." Logan scoffed. He looked around the group of people assembled in the Mansion's lobby. The two girls he saved had called their boys immediately once the jet touched down. They in turn had brought a whole crowd with them. Logan looked the men over skeptically as soon as they arrived. He didn't know what was so special about them, just four kids. Well, one man and three kids. The man looked like he'd be a good fight but nothing too serious to get worked up about. The kids however, Logan chuckled to himself when he saw them. The taller one with the long hair looks arrogant, he probably won't like him. The fat kid looks smart but no big help in a fight. The youngest boy, the one that the brown haired girl ran to crying, looks the most pathetic, Logan thought to himself; he'd probably crumble if roughed up.
His comment had caught the full of attention of everybody in the room. Charles Xavier simply looked at him with a slight smile on his face, but no other expressions were on his features. Jean just looked at him with her forehead creased in frustration at his interruption. Cyclops sighed in frustration as he shook his head. All the other X-Men kept quiet and watched the conversation with interest.
The fat boy who was talking just looked at him with patience, not really caring if he was interrupted. The longhaired one just glanced at him with wry amusement.
The girl with the brown hair, Mizuki, seemed the most shocked he said anything.
"What? What do you mean?" She asked in disbelief.
"Yer out of yer freakin' mind," Logan repeated. "Ain't no way somethin' like that even exists. If it did we'd run into 'em by now."
"It seems," Agito, the arrogant punk, spoke up. "That you already had."
Logan glared at the boy but could think of nothing to say back, but had plenty of ideas on what to do to the punk. The man, Murakami, intervened saving the brats life.
"The reason you have never encountered them before is because they did not want to be found. It may be also that they don't know of this place."
Charles nodded in agreement. "That may very well be indeed. This school is public information, but the aspect for which the school is a front for is a well kept secret."
Logan scoffed again. "They'd be fools ta try somthin' here."
Charles smiled again. "Yes, I agree. But I doubt they know that."
Agito looked at the professor, and then turned to Logan. "You really believe a school is safe from a Chronus attack?"
Charles looked at Agito with understanding in his eyes. "This school has…certain defenses not found anywhere else."
Agito nodded slowly, doubt clearly on his face.
It was then Hank walked in the room.
The girl turned pale then shrieked in terror. Her boy stood up between her and Hank. Henry 'Hank' McCoy took it all in stride. A small grin lit his face that showed off his fangs. His muscles rippled underneath his skin as he cringed from her scream. Blue fur covered what his pants and shirt did not. He immediately stopped moving and stood straight up and waited patiently for the girl to quiet. Logan took the chance to glance at the rest of her group. Tetsuro looked alarmed, but interested. The older man, Murikami also watched Hank but didn't appear to flinch either from his appearance nor the girls screaming. The other girl, Natsuki, Logan caught her name earlier, acted much like Tetsuro did. The quiet girl, Shizu, was alarmed and glanced at the longhaired punk. Agito just sat there with his arms crossed glaring at Mizuki for her outburst. He did a quick study of Hank's physic but then went back to glaring at the girl. Seems like he was more concerned with his comfort than he was of any real threat Hank might present. Logan turned to lastly to Sho, and chuckled under his breath. He was definitely more entertaining than his companions. He jumped in front of his girl with his fists all balled up like he was going to attack the furry ape. Logan paused as he saw Sho's eyes. They were filled with determination. Logan doubted that he would even stand a chance against a normal human, but his opinion of the boy did go up a notch.
Once Mizuki had calmed down enough, Charles had begun to sooth her.
"Ms. Segawa, may I introduce to you Dr. Henry McCoy. Otherwise known as 'Beast' for the more obvious reason." The professor said nodding to the bulky blue newcomer.
Mizuki had settled down enough to nod her head shakily.
Hank bowed his head apologetically. "I'm truly sorry if I had startled you. It has been my understanding that my current physical condition does tend to upset most people. However, I assure you that I am most gentle." He spoke with that sophisticated air that Logan found highly irritating nearly all the time. But right now it was amusing to watch the girl try to struggle through to reality and understand all what Hank had said.
She eventually turned to her brother with a slow "Huh?"
"Hank's sayin' he's a scary teddy bear, darlin'." Logan informed gruffly.
For a moment all was silent as both parties eyed the other in an uncomfortable silence. Finally Tetsuro broke the spell.
"Mr. Xavier, I don't mean to pry but what kind of defenses were you talking about? Chronus has vast resources with a near limitless number of manpower."
"Not to mention they don't care if this is a school with kids here. If it's in their way, they'll remove it." Agito spoke up.
Charles smiled slightly as he listened to what the kids had to say. "Yes I understand the danger that this syndicate represents. But do understand, this is not the first time we had to deal with others who appeared to outnumber us. We are quite skilled when it comes to defending ourselves."
"Even from creatures that aren't human?" Agito challenged.
Logan had taken all he could from that brat's insolence. He jumped up from where he was sitting but was quieted from Charles mental prodding.
"Especially those who aren't human. You see Beast and Forge has designed and built an impressive array of perimeter defenses. All of which cannot be found anywhere else in the world. And those that which our mansion's security systems and defenses cannot cope with, the X-men and the rest of the students shall." Charles spread his hands. "After all, we're all mutants. So you and your friends can rest assured that you will most safe here."
Agito looked at Charles for moment before looking around the entire room filled with the mansions residents.
"Mutants," he said carefully, his mind in a far away place.
Logan bristled, "Ya got a problem with that, squirt?"
Agito's head snapped up to glare at Logan, his face burning red from anger and slowly began to rise out of his seat. Logan could tell the runts muscles were tightening as his anger coursed through his veins.
Charles broke in before either one of them could turn it to a brawl. "Mutants are simply humans who were born with extraordinary gifts." He said firmly, stressing out each word while staring at Logan. "This school is designed so that each individual would develop and learn to control their unique talents as they learn what every other school teaches."
"So you teach your students math, science and stuff while growing your personal army?" It was Sho who asked the question. Charles seemed startled at what he said. But Cyclops answered.
"We teach them what they need to know to survive out in the world, we also help them learn control so they don't pose a threat to all those around them. Not all students remain to stay on as X-Men."
Sho nodded and glanced at Agito and Logan, who were still staring each other down. Agito broke first and glared at Sho for a split second before retaking his seat. His eyes darted back up to meet Logan's.
"So," he snapped. "What's your mutant power?"
"Bad English."
Agito smirked. "And here I thought mutant powers were gifts." He said mockingly.
Logan just growled.
-- -- --
Tetsuro sat in his borrowed room at the Xavier estate, thinking over the conversation that they just had with the 'X-Men'. That or fuming over the way Agito had acted. Natsuki sat there, letting him sit and think in silence while waiting for the rest of their friends to arrive. She watched Tetsuro's face as he struggled with whatever occupied his mind at the moment. Finally he spoke, his voice quiet, soft yet filled with frustration.
"You know, I can't believe Agito would behave the way he did. He's always so composed, so in control over his emotions that I can hardly ever guess what goes on in his head. But tonight," he shook his head. "Tonight he was on edge. Just being brash. And not to mention rude."
"Well that man wasn't helping matters much," Natsuki answered hesitantly. "Now don't get me wrong, Agito was wrong, but that Logan guy was just as bad."
"Yeah I guess you're right." Tetsuro admitted.
The door opened up cutting off whatever else Tetsuro had to say. Mr. Murikami, Agito, Sho, Mizuki, and Shizu came in the room and sat down. No one said anything while Mizuki closed the door. Murikami spoke up first.
"This has been a very interesting experience." He said dryly.
Sho nodded his head in agreement. "I never knew people could have such power naturally." Sho's voice was filled with awe.
Agito crossed his arms. "Well, it appears we'll all be safe here," he frowned.
Sho blinked in surprise. "You don't think we'll be ok?"
"I'm skeptical about the true origins of their mutant talents," he answered with a shake of his head.
Tetsuro cleared his throat, all eyes turned to him. "Actually, I have a theory on that. Do you remember what Mr. Murikami said about all humans being Zoanoids when the Creators were still on Earth? Well…"
-- -- --
"What! You mean they're the Original's predecessors!" Guyot bellowed in surprise. The Chronus scientist before him cringed back from the outburst.
"Yes, Commander Guyot. After extensive research, we've come to believe that the first Zoanoids's DNA didn't simply die out as we first thought. Instead we have reasonable evidence to suggest that the 'mutants', as they are called, may actually possess some of the Original's DNA which would give them their powers."
Guyot leaned back in this throne as he considered this new information.
"Would they possess the inherit ability to obey the Zoalords?" he demanded.
The scientist paused before he gave an answer. "Commander, all processed Zoanoids are implanted with the gene to guarantee they're obedience. These mutants are born as such, so they may be free of the genetic control of all Zoalords. We don't even know if they can hear your commands." He spoke carefully.
Guyot remained silent as he listened to the scientist, his thoughts on a possibility of a private army as yet untapped. Eventually he spoke, but not to the scientist.
"Prepare an assault force to engage the Guyvers." He told a Chronus officer. "Take into account that there maybe powerful reinforcements to help the Guyvers. Plan an attack to take place in eleven hours at the Xavier mansion; then report back to me. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir!" The officer saluted smartly and left.
Guyot turned back to the Scientist with a lazy smile. "We're about to find out."
-- -- --
Eric Lehnsherr leaned back in his steel chair gazing at the young girl, barely out of her teens, in front of him. He lowered his head and brought his fingers together all the while holding his gaze on his subordinate. If it were another person, his never wavering stare would unnerve them and cause them to loose composure. But not this subject, no. But then again, that is why he kept her around. He spared a moment to flicker his gaze toward the report and pictures piled on his desk supplied by his spy before returning to his original focal point.
"And you believe that this report is reliable?" he asked after what seemed like forever.
"Yes, I do," came the firm reply.
"Ah." Eric smiled a faint smile. He leaned forward in his chair, picking up a photograph to study. He ignored his guest while examining a well-known building in the picture. Sighing, he dropped it back onto the stack and leaned back into his chair.
"The Xavier Mansion," he muttered to himself. "Under attack. And from a force no one has ever seen, or never heard of before either."
"Again." The young girl added coolly.
Eric smiled again. He turned his attention toward her again.
"Of course, again," he agreed. "Mystique, where are my manners. Please have a seat." Eric raised a hand and another steel chair floated behind her. The young girl looked behind her before taking a seat. As she sat her body began to change, becoming taller, slimmer, and having a blue tinge to her skin with bright red hair. She leaned back crossing her legs while staring at him with an unblinking gaze. She could give a glare just as good as Eric himself, if she so choose.
"So, do we save them, or do we let them destroy the X-Men?" She gestured to the stack of papers lying on the desk.
"An interesting question, actually." Eric narrowed his eyes at Mystique. "But if we do help Charles, it will be for a worthy cause. Or a worthy gain." His eyes grew a wicked gleam.
Mystique frowned. "What cause would be worthy enough to spare the X-Men?"
Magneto's smile grew to a grin as he imagined the look on Charles face as he told the X-Man what it was that he wanted.
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The laboratory of Mr. McCoy was quite extensive in all ranges of science. There were multitudes of chemicals all stored neatly in one side of the room, the other had many different kinds of mechanisms, and all sorts of wiring and parts scattered across the middle. Tetsuro was lost in the sight of it all as soon as he walked in the room. There were even pieces of technology that he wasn't familiar with. He paused at the sight of the table close to entrance, or rather beside the table. There was Mr. McCoy, dressed in a white lab coat with all sorts of tools sticking out of the pockets and with a small set of goggles resting on his blue furred forehead.
Mr. McCoy looked up. /"Ah. Welcome Tetsuro."/ he spoke cheerfully. His fangs peeked through his lips when he smiled friendly.
Tetsuro was shocked but responded in turn. /"Um, Hello Mr. McCoy. I wasn't aware you spoke Japanese."/
/"Please. It's Henry, or Hank or even Beast. I'll answer to all but most defiantly not 'Mr. McCoy'. Especially here at the X-mansion."/
Tetsuro nodded slowly. /"Yes, sorry. Then if it's fine with you, I'll call you Beast. It'll be easier to remember."/
Beast chuckled to himself. /"Yes. I'm sure it will be."/ he said wryly. /"As to me speaking your native tongue, Logan has taken it upon himself to teach me. You see, he finds if funny that he can teach someone like me anything at all."/
/"Ah I see."/ Tetsuro responded. So Logan can speak Japanese as well. He'll have to remember to tell the others. /"You're very fluent, Beast."/
"Why thank you Tetsuro, your American isn't so bad either." Beast replied switching to English.
It was Tetsuro's turn to laugh to himself. "Yes, but I've been taught since I was six."
Beast nodded. "Yes, that's true. Logan's just a good teacher, exacting instructor to be accurate." He turned back to the table he had been working on.
"So, what did you come for?" Beast asked.
Tetsuro swallowed. "I wanted an opinion on a theory of mine. I was curious as to what you would say about it."
"Oh?" Beast raised his eyebrows. "Ok, then. Have a seat, and let's go over your discovery."
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It took some time, but much to Tetsuro's pleasant astonishment, the mutant known as Beast was quite receptive on his theory that mutants were actually decedents of the Zoanoids originally created and ultimately left to die by the Creators. So receptive, in fact, that Beast immediately contacted the Professor and recited all that all Tetsuro had shared. The Professor also accepted the theory with a slight nod of his head.
"Well, that would explain the X-gene wouldn't it, Henry." He responded.
"Yes, Charles it would most definitely explain it." Beast replied.
Xavier leaned back in his wheelchair and sighed deeply. "Very well. Beast, assemble the X-men. I'll announce this information with another bit of news."
"Trouble?" Beast asked concerned.
"I'm not entirely sure yet, Henry." Xavier rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Gather them please." With that Charles Xavier reached forward and disconnected the connection.
Beast turned to Tetsuro.
"I'm sorry Tetsuro, but I'm afraid that I must be off."
Tetsuro nodded. "I understand."
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After about fifteen minutes wait, Professor Xavier rolled in the war room and looked over his friends. He could not help but smile. Each one had attended this school for most of their teenage life and some a little longer. Each had followed him to the unknown and back again overcoming all obstacles in their way. Each person present shared his viewpoint and hopes for humanity. Xavier frowned; he just hoped they were ready for what was going to happen. As he entered all of the room's occupants stopped their private conversations and turned all of their attention to the Professor.
"Fellow X-men, it appears that these Chronus creatures will attack the institute after all." He put up his hands to quiet the wave of questions. "Please here me out first before asking questions. It seems that the problems with Chronus do not stop there. Tetsuro Segawa and Beast has made a disturbing discovery. It seems the X-gene actually originated from the first Zoanoids to ever be created." This time Xavier could not keep the X-Men quiet.
"WHAT?"
"We're like those monsters?"
Jean stood up and hushed the murmurings. "Professor, from what our guest have told us, there are," she paused as if trying to remember something, "Zoa… Zoalords that can mentally control all Zoanoids. Now if we are the Zoanoids descendants, aren't we in any danger of being mentally swayed as well?"
Professor Xavier nodded. "Yes, Jean. There is that danger, I have spent sometime meditating on this problem. If myself and a few other telepaths devote our efforts to psyically shielding all the mutants here, then we will be able to withhold their effects indefinitely."
"Professor Xavier, that will not be necessary."
Xavier turned toward Masaki Murikami. "You don't think they'll try to control us?"
Murikami just smiled. "If it's Guyot, he might try, if it's Valcus, he will definitely try. But that's not my point Professor. My point is they can't control you."
"How do you know this?" Beast asked, intrigued.
Murikami sighed, pulling off his sunglass. He looked over to his friends sitting beside him. This was the hard part, he thought to him self. He turned back to Beast and the Professor. "I know this because I'm a Proto-Zoalord." He stated simply.
Charles Xavier didn't know how to deal with this, but luckily Storm stepped in before the other mutants could get out of hand.
"A Proto-Zoalord? You're with Chronus, or rebelling against them?"
"Against"
Storm nodded then asked, "So you've tried to control one of us I take it."
Murikami shook his head but smiled. "I didn't need to. As a Zoalord I can read the thoughts of Zoanoids, even control them. And I can sense them. I can't sense humans and apparently I can not sense anyone of you."
Rogue piped up, "So sense ya can't sense us, ya can't make us do stuff, right?"
"Uh, pretty much." Murikami had to concentrate on her words; the southern accent was very hard to follow.
Xavier took a deep breath. "Well this was an unexpected event. But not completely unagreeable. If Mr. Murikami is right then that will free up a considerable number of telepaths to help defend the Institute." He turned toward the Japanese humans. "Is there anymore surprises in store for us?"
Sho glanced at Agito, who in turn just leaned back in his chair.
"No? Ok then. Other news regarding the attack. It takes place in nine hours. Forge, Beast, Cyclops, I will need to meet with each of you regarding a proper defense strategy."
"You got it Professor." Cyclops responded.
"Ah, Professor?" Nightcrawler spoke up. "Some of our collueges are out on a mission. Will we not be under-strength concerning manpower?"
Xavier nodded but remained silent for a moment.
"Gambit and Colossus will return in two hours, the team that Iceman is leading has already returned. But… we will be low on people. However…" he hesitated.
"What is it Professor?"
Xavier smiled weakly. "We might have some…help."
Cyclops looked up in alarm. "What kind of help?"
Professor Xavier took a deep breath. "Eric Lehnsherr has offered the help of the BrotherHood of Mutants."
"Magneto?" Havok shouted in surprise.
Wolverine shook his head, a sour expression on his face. "This day just keeps gettin' better an better."
Cyclops looked doubtful. "Just like that. He just offers to help us."
"There is a price, of course."
"Which is?" Jean asked in a deadpan voice.
"In exchange for helping defend ourselves, he will require our assistance on destroying government files regarding mutants, their abilities and their whereabouts."
Havok crossed his arms and growled. "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. Typical magnet boy philosophy."
"I wonder. These files would pertain to the new Sentinel Program I suppose?" Beast inquired.
"Hah!" Jubilee barked. "Don't those stuffy business suit types ever think of anything original? That was so tried in the '80's, and then ten times afterwards."
Agito stood up abruptly, his face was dark and cloudy. "Would someone mind filling the rest of us in, please?" he demanded.
"Hush Boy! And mind yer manners. The grownups are talking over here." Wolverine sneered. Agito dark look turned darker, but refused to rise to the smaller mutants goading.
"Logan!" Jean snapped. She turned to Agito. "Sorry about that. Um… here's the short version. Magneto is someone who is bent on world domination with mutants being superior to humans. Kinda like your Chronus. Sentinels are giant robots designed to hunt down mutants." Other X-Men nodded in agreement.
"The basic reason to start up the Sentinel Program was always a simple policing policy which usually turns into a major witch-hunt." Xavier took up the story. "Thankfully the program terminated, but not before some unfortunate deaths."
Tetsuro jumped in, hoping to calm down Agito. "So wouldn't that help your people then? By getting rid of all the data on mutants would only serve to protect them."
All the X-Men grew silent. Xavier rested his chin on his hand as he thought the best answer.
"Attacking a government building is not what I created the X-Men for. We're also trying to salvage the common mutants reputation that Eric is doing such a good job of discrediting."
Agito sat back down. "Then say yes, get what you need, then tell him no."
From some of the looks on his X-Men faces, Xavier could tell most agreed. What surprised him the most was Cyclops was one of them. "If we did that then we would be no better than Magneto himself."
"So then we rule out subterfuge and uphold our honor," Forge said firmly.
Cyclops nodded. "Ok. If we say yes, we get stuck with Magneto's dirty work and more than likely the consequences including the law. Not a pretty picture."
"But then if we say no we probably get slaughtered. Also not a pretty picture." Jean finished.
"Then we say yes," Xavier agreed. "Any other options or ideas?"
All the X-Men looked at each other.
"Yeah! I got one."
All eyes turned toward the door. Bishop walked into the room.
"Only problem is, there are no options.
To Be Continued…
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Well thats chapter two. sorry about the wait. I'll try to get the next chapters up quicker. Also I had to reload this chapter since I sorta forgot to check the format before I uploaded. Thats fixed now.
Notes: The next chapter will explain a lot of unanswered questions that must be going through some of your heads. I'm also thinking about putting a flashback for Bishops future timeline. Thats all I'm gonna let slip for now. Until Next Time. Read and Review.