I do not own the X-men. But I do own my OCs
Characters: Scott
OCs: Rust, Flicker, Boss, and Princess Wolf
If you have a problem with OCcentric fics, I'm doing this a writing exercise. Fleshing out individual characters is fun, but hard, cause I don't have the personalities of each of BlacKnight down quite yet.
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It isn't over in the slightest, not one bit. Logan knows it, Remy knows it, and most of all Scott knows it. They've beaten back BlacKnight, for the time being at least. Scott can't imagine what the other members of the death cult can do, if they had so much trouble with the most inexperienced member.
Flicker makes him think of his alternate-reality daughter, Rachael, all power, but lacking control. But so young, so very, very young.
He has so many problems to deal with now, the team has to heal and prepare of battle, the politicians and local people must be soothed, and Jubilee's funeral must be arranged. A quick mental note is jotted down, he has to have a talk with Logan, going solo for the sake of vengeance does nothing.
For all the resentments that the X-men harbor toward BlacKnight, BlacKnight harbors an equal number. Scott shudders, remembering the deadly promise issued when Flicker collapsed from exhaustion.
"I'll fucking kill you. I'll fucking kill you for hurting her."
Times like these make him question his role as team leader. There is nothing so bitter as knowing that you failed someone who trusted you. He's failed Logan and Jubilee, with fatal consequences for the female X-man.
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Alexander sits by Flicker's bed. The rest of BlacKnight calls him Boss, cause that is what he is. He isn't sure what to do now; with Flicker injured, the rest of the team is restless. They want to kill the X-men, and he can understand why.
Boss had to deny their requests to get vengeance, it isn't time. Not yet.
The cold wrath in Rust's eyes had made him shiver, his alternate-self dislikes it when people hurt his toys.
That is all Flicker is to the wraith, a toy. Just like how Rust's own body is nothing more than a possessed, preserved corpse. His dead-brother is just waiting for the girl to grow up so he can have her body.
A wry smile crosses his face, humans might think that Rust is a sick bastard, but they don't understand. Without Rust, Flicker would be-
As the pink-eyed girl wakes, he strokes her hair, crooning gently to her. She doesn't remember what happened, but what can you expect from a girl who was born brain dead?
When she falls asleep again, he quietly leaves, allowing Princess Wolf to watch over the girl. Rust leans against the door frame, waiting for him.
"Well brother mine, when do we strike?"
"Soon Rust, my other half, soon."
"Good."