"What happened to your awsomenesssessness, wonderfullest, mostest devious plan? Huh?
Huh?
He chattered on.
Omega swung his heavy tail at the little creature.
"Missed me"
Dark flash chimed.
Omega lashed at him again.
"Strike two"
Dark flash grinned.
This time the swing was fallowed by a little squeak and a large crash. Dark flash picked himself up off the floor. He shook his head, looking a little dazed.
"Nice shot!" He winced, then resumed his mocking grin.
"How 'bout a sandwich, maybe some orange juice with marshmallows to help you
think"
The little flying creature chirped. He had the mentality of a seven year old and a stomach of
steel.He flew off, in the ever present search for food.
Omega resumed his pacing. The plan hadn't worked to his satisfaction. It hadn't been
sneaky or devious enough for him. In fact the plan hadn't been very good at all.
Yet, he could not take it back. He could see no way to undo his plan without
revealing his part in all of this.
Rage and Wolfpack:
Spell's daughter, Rage, and her son, Wolfpack, were nowhere to be found.
They had snuck off to the local town to buy Christmas presents for everyone.
Their first stop was the large general store.
Wolfpack snarled at his sister.
"What are we doing here? We ain't gonna find anything good in this little one-horse town"
Then he scowled.
"Why am I shopping with you anyways? For that matter, why am I shopping?"
Rage grinned at him.
"Cause I aint gonna shop by myself. But for once, your right. Let's head to the big city"
And they disappeared.
And reappeared in New York, New York.
Spell's Mansion:
Nova jumped at the sound of the door to his lab slamming. He watched an angry Brian enter.
"Greetings"
The seven foot tall man called. Brian just scowled at him.
"I'm worried. It isn't like her."
Nova frowned at the sound of concern in his voice. Brian had been unusually silent since Spell's disappearance.
Jean:
Jean walked down to comfort Rouge. The girl had been avoiding her lately.
Rouge? Where are you child?
With a starting ferocity she was blocked from Rouge's mind.
She fallowed the faint trace she had to Rouge until she reached a garden surrounded by trees, clinging to the last of their vitality even in winters coldest chill.
"Rogue? Rogue?"
She ran franticly to the still figure on the bench...