Author's Notes: I'm so, unbelievably sorry that I haven't posted in a long time. I went out of town, and then got in trouble so I haven't had a lot of time to write. I also got bad writer's block. Well here's chapter 3. It's shorter then the other two and I hope it's up to the standards of the other two.

Also. People need to reread the Introduction, again, because I've changed some things, once again. I swear I won't ever change anything more on the Introduction it's just I wasn't sure how I was going to set this story and I figured it out while out of town. So I added everything everyone needs to know to know which way this story is going. Enjoy…

A New Age. A New Team

Chapter 3: Scottish Shock and the Coldhearted Sonic

In a lightly lit living room a young African American boy, who looked as if he was no more then eighteen, was asleep on a black leather couch. He had very short, dark brown hair and he was wearing nothing but some black sweat pants. He had his hands folded on top of his stomach as he silently slept. Something about the boy seemed as if he really wasn't sleeping but waiting to strike at the first sign of life in the eerie living room.

The living room this boy was in was different from the living room that Linx and Hecate were in. The walls were a dark beige while the floors were a dark cherry-red wood. The majority of the furniture was either black leather or black wood. The feel of the room was dark and some sort of an eerie that made someone get Goosebumps.

"Still sleeping, eh, Rashad?" A thick Scottish voice asked.

The person who asked walked into the eerie living room and revealed to be another boy who looked like he was a year younger then the boy on the couch, presumably Rashad. The Scottish boy had dark brown hair that was neatly kept and it seemed when the light hit his hair just right it looked slightly auburn. He was wearing baggy black shorts with a black wifebeater.

Without even opening his eyes, Rashad responded. "I'm not sleeping. I'm resting my eyes."

"Resting your eyes, eh?" The Scottish boy said as if he didn't believe Rashad.

Rashad opened his deep brown eyes and looked over at the other boy. "Yes, Lucas. Resting my eyes." Rashad said sharply to Lucas, who was the Scottish boy.

Lucas put his hands up in defense, "Calm down there." He said with a small chuckled, in his voice.

A few minutes passed by and neither boy said anything until Lucas spoke up.

"Rashad?"

"Hmm?"

"What are we doing today?" Lucas paused, "Training whys that is…" He asked while looking at Rashad, who was still on the couch across the room.

Rashad sighed and sat up, "Well the girls need to learn to be able to fight using hand-to-hand combat because they can't rely on their powers all the time."

Lucas nodded hid head in agreement. "So were going to be doing this for how long then?"

"As long as I say." Rashad said coldly.

"And how long will that be?"

Though the question was usually said to be funny or sarcastic, Lucas was serious.

Normally Rashad would have shot a sonic blast, out of his hands, at the person for being so rude, but he didn't because that was one of the many qualities of Lucas Connelly.

"One day that Scottish mouth of yours is going to get you in serious trouble, you know that Scottie?"

Lucas (Also known as Scottie) laughed, "Trust me… It already has," he smirked, "but then again, as easy as it gets me into trouble…"

"…It gets you out of it." Rashad finished Lucas sentence and then rolled his eyes at the Scottish boy.

Lucas grinned, "Exactly."

"Don't grin like that." Rashad said quickly, though he hadn't even looked over at Lucas when he had been grinning.

"Why?"

"You look like you're on something illegal."

"Our whole team is illegal." Lucas reminded Rashad.

"Just don't do it." Rashad closed his eyes, put his hands behind his head and took a deep breath in through his nostrils, making them slightly flare.

Lucas laughed, "Fair enough."

The two of them both sat in the dark, eerie living room in silence.

I have to go see Sammy later. Lucas thought. "So you decided on how long this training thing is going to be yet?"

"No. I haven't." Rashad slightly annoyed.

"O…k, well…"

"I'll let you know when I do."

"Promise?" Lucas smiled mischievously.

Rashad opened one eye and looked over at Lucas. "Yes Lucas. I promise, now shut the hell up." He said calmly but sternly to get his point across.

Lucas looked down, "Fine, cranky pants."

Rashad closed his eye, "Why are you so set on getting out of here?" He paused, "You going to see that X² girl? What's her name… Kitty?"

"Sammy." Lucas corrected him. "Where did "Kitty" come from?"

"Her powers. She's part cat or something like that."

"Wrong again. She's a feral."

"Which is practically like a human being part cat."

"No it isn't."

"How is it not?" Rashad opened his eyes and looked at Lucas as if wanting him to challenge him with a retort.

"Well…" Lucas tried to think, while Rashad gestured Lucas to continued, "There's… no. But she… no." Lucas sighed in defeat, "Alright."

"Alright what?"

"You're right. I'm wrong."

"And don't forget it." Rashad smirked as he closed his eyes again.

Lucas sighed as he looked around the place. "So why are we waiting around here? I mean, the sooner we start to train the sooner I can get out of here." He crossed his arms, almost looking like a two-year-old pouting.

Rashad gave up any hope of resting his eyes before training, so he opened them. "The girls said they have "things" to attend to before they train." He rolled his eyes. "But can you honestly not wait to see your girlfriend?" He smirked.

"She's not my girlfriend." Lucas smirked back.

"Ah, Lucas did someone reject you?"

"Lucas Connelly doesn't get rejected." He chuckled.

"Except when it comes to Sammy, you do."

"Can we stop talking about her?"

"Sore subject?"

"No, it's just… I just don't want to talk about her anymore." Why is Rashad such a hardheaded person? Damn him… Lucas sighed.

"Oh fine. We'll stop talking about her. Happy?"

Lucas smirked. "Yes."

About twenty minutes pasted in silence between the two boys. Rashad stared up at the ceiling, lazily, while Lucas fidgeted while looking around the eerie living room.

Finally, Rashad stood up and stretched. "I'm sick of waiting."

Lucas smiled as he stood up too. "Now that's more like it."

"Don't think I'm doing this for you, Connelly."

"Right. Just wanting to train."

"Right."

Rashad finished stretching and started to walk towards a dark hallway, which led to a room similar to the Danger Room but it wasn't the Danger Room.

"Hey Rashad?" Lucas asked as he jogged after Rashad.

"How many times do I have to remind you Shocker?" Rashad rolled his eyes and he looked ahead of himself but he was speaking to Lucas.

"Oh right. Use codenames while going towards training. Got it Sonic." Lucas chuckled as he was now walking along side of Rashad.

"So what was it you wanted to ask me?" Rashad stopped in front of a large metal door. The door looked as if it had a vicious creature hidden behind it. The metal must have been at least a foot thick. Rashad typed in the code and the large metal door pulled apart.

"When did Miracle and Aphrodite say they'd be back?" Lucas asked as he looked around and saw old pictures of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants on the walls. All down the hallway that Lucas and Rashad walked down there were pictures, newspaper articles, and mug shots of any evil mutant that ever existed before team Chaos (Lucas and Rashad's team). The most of the medias of any mutants before the Hell Era were destroyed there still were some left.

Team Chaos was modeled after all evil mutants that walked before them. Though Lucas was friends with a member on the X² team, he still understood and fully accepted that when it came time he would side with his team against his rival team, which was X².

"Soon."

Lucas came out of his daze and followed Rashad into the bright light of the room that was like the Danger Room.