Fan fiction

[Spatula Gal]

*clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap* That was great! Very nice work Slarti!

Interesting idea that Kurt is your muse. I feel the same way about those drawings I made of him a while back. Unfortunately, I've seem to have lost that spark. Must be the winter blues...

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[Blueflame]

WoW!!!!!!! this is great!!!!
I'm new to the whole Kurt fan thing... (thanks to evolution) just increadible! Keep it up!

[Slartibartfast]

Welcome aboard Blueflame! Ah, another convert.


Yes, it is indeed ass kickin' time. I call for one blue-butted bitch less!



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[ovenmitboy]

I'm glad to see another convert to the most confusing story in comic history. Welcome Bluefame I hope you stay with us (and maaybe add a little your self)

C'mon Slar isn't it your turn to add to this little epic? Spin us a tale (or should that be tail) my friend......

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[Slartibartfast]

It's not that confusing! I hope. There are a bunch of loose ends that need tying up but it's still a work in progress. I was looking back through and I think it's Rex's turn actually. I'm sure ya'll are sick of me.



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[Rex Luscus]

Yeah, I think I did promise you guys an installment. Sorry, I got kinda sidetracked, what with the semester ending, and coming home, and Christmas, etc. I'll get right on it.

-Rex

[Blueflame]

Me? add some?? phhhhht! your kidding right? I dont know enough of kurt's background--that and I have no clue where I'd take it! Now perhaps if you started one from evolution I might stand a chance...but I'm not as good as every one else here. Sooo , um, I think I'll just sit back and read this one...

oh BTW thanks for the warm welcome!

[Rex Luscus]

Okay, you might feel like I'm resolving too much here, but frankly, the suspense was killing me. Feel free to stir things up a bit.

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His phased legs waded up through the piled debris until his whole body was clear of it, unprotected before the X-Men. He released Kitty's hand and felt her fall back behind him.

"Please my friends," he pleaded to their stony faces, "don't believe her. She is the imposter, you have to believe me!"

His answer was an organic-steel fist around his throat. His vision exploded into bright spots as Peter lifted him bodily off the ground, impossibly strong fingers closing his windpipe, cutting his circulation. He could barely even gasp as consciousness wavered and faded.

Somewhere in the distance, he heard Kitty scream, and his awareness rushed suddenly back as his body lost substance and slipped like air through the metal fist. He crashed to the ground, Kitty's slender limbs tangled with his own, the metal man looming over them both.

But the steel eyes blinked down at them uncertainly. "Katya?" he said, his Russian accent growing thicker around the old nickname. "Is that really you?"

"Of course it's me, you lummox!" she shouted, clutching the dazed Kurt tighter. "Do I need to tell you how many pairs of dress socks you owned as of five years ago, or what your second-favorite color is?"

Peter blinked again, brows contracted in uncertainty.

Kurt sighed, watching his big friend struggling with the dilemma. "This is getting repetitive," he groaned, earning himself a punch on the shoulder from Kitty. He watched as the X-Men flanking the indecisive Peter--Psylocke, Rogue, Cecilia, and Gambit--drew closer, ready to take over if he should back down. He gulped at the pink flash of Betsy's katana as she produced it from her fist.

Suddenly the wind picked up again. Kurt felt Hank's hand on his shoulder--it was the three of them, against the rest of the X-Men. Kitty phased them as the wind kicked up more and more debris.

"I've had quite enough of this nonsense," came the booming voice of the Windrider as she descended toward them. Even Peter fell back behind her, unwilling to interfer with whatever she had decided upon.

"As you can see, Ororo," shouted Hank over the noise of the rising indoor gale, "Kitty's powers are keeping us quite safe from you, so there ought to be no question about her authenticity!"

"An easy enough illusion to generate," said Ororo coldly. "And I don't think even phasing powers are a defense against electricity."

"Ororo--no!" screamed Kitty, her last syllable drowned out by the crash of a window being blown outward. With the house now exposed to the sky, lightning could be seen flickering in the clouds above.

"Kurt's powers ought to be able to remove you to safety," the Windrider answered calmly.

"But Ororo," Hank shouted, "he's too weak from the procedure! He's just had his DNA manipulated, you can't expect him to be able to use his powers! Don't do this, Ororo!"

There was no reply from the majestic mutant; she drifted silently aloft, white hair swirling in a cloud around her head. Pupilless eyes sparked with electricity in her darkened face.

The air around the three beleaguered mutants began to crackle with static. Kurt turned to face his two friends. "I'm strong enough," he said, "at least for one jaunt. Perhaps I can convince the X-Men that I'm me at the same time."

"You could injure yourself," Hank protested.

"Ororo will manage that anyway in just a second," Kitty growled. "Do it, Fuzzy."

Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind and focus his energy. Then, picturing the opposite end of the mansion in his mind, he teleported. A bolt of lightning split the cloud of brimstone that was all that remained of them.

They rematerialized on the patio of the mansion. Thunderheads were still gathered over the house, and rain was beginning to fall, steaming on the warm stones. Kurt fell to his knees, gasping with the effort, clinging to Kitty for support. "They'll find us quickly," said Hank.

Sure enough, the X-Men arrived within minutes. Kurt felt his body paralyzed by an unseen force, and realized that all three of them were being held by Psylocke's telekinesis. The X-Men surrounded them in a semi-circle, watching them warily.

Ororo alighted beside them as Peter appeared, gripping the ersatz 'Kurt' by the arm a bit tighter than was probably comfortable. A small smile crossed Kurt's face as he noted the nervousness now evident in his mother's demeanor.

Gambit shook his head, considering the three. "Katey phased, Kurt teleported ... what else do we want from dem, Stormy?"

Ororo looked to 'Kurt' who was twisting in Peter's grasp. "I'm telling you," he hissed, "it's all a trick. You must believe me, Storm!"

"Well, my friends, it seems as though we're at an impasse," she said. "There is now a reasonable doubt cast upon your story, Kurt--if you are Kurt after all. And you--" she turned to Kitty, Kurt and Hank "--you have nothing that corroborates your claims entirely, either. Any ideas would be appreciated, X-Men."

The group glanced around at each other, faces blank. Kurt breathed easier, noting that Psylocke had 'sheathed' her katana, and Gambit had powered down his cards. But he was still paralyzed--they hadn't won yet.

"We'll just have to keep all of 'em--both 'Kurts' included--under lock an' key until we can get some real answers," said Rogue with a shrug.

"I concur," said Ororo. "Betsy, Peter, Rogue--see to it."

"Hold yer horses," came a gravelly voice from the bottom of the steps. Seconds later, a tattered, bloody figure stepped up onto the patio. "That's Mystique yer holdin' onto, Petey," he said, leaning heavily against the railing. "I'd bet my bottom dollar, 'cause the nose says so, an' the nose don't lie--ever."

Everyone stared at the diminutive wild-man, suddenly returned from his inexplicable absence, huffing and puffing against the railing. "Logan!" Kurt cried, just as Kitty started to her feet.

The other 'Kurt' suddenly broke free from the grasp of the stunned Peter. His face was barely recognizable, Kurt's pleasant features twisted into an uncharacteristically savage grimace. "You're supposed to be dead!" he screamed as he leapt for Logan's throat. As he sailed through the air toward Logan, his shape shifted into that of Sabretooth, and the impact sent both mutants tumbling over the railing.

Remy sniffed. "It'll be no contest."

"Wrong," said Rogue as she moved into action. "Logan's too exhausted!"

The fight was over, though, by the time they reached the bottom of the steps. Logan knelt on his hands and knees, coughing and gulping down air. "She ran," he gasped, struggling to his feet.

"Ah'll find her," said Rogue, and she was gone in a flash.

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Will Rogue apprehend the malicious Mystique? Will Ororo finally be convinced of the more and more obvious truth? Will the other authors of the fanfic thread decide to drop the Kurt/Kitty subplot for good, or will it survive the ravages of multiple action installments? You decide.

-Rex

[ovenmitboy]

Good one Rex. I really enjoyed that, some good old fashioned fist fighting! Its good to see some ends being tied up but I don't think this one is over by a long shot....

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?Rogue come back!? shouted Storm, but it was too late. Rogue had a score to settle and nothing was going to stop her.

?I?ll go after her?

?Remy? Are you so sure that is a good idea?? Questioned the wind rider.

?Non. But I want to try anyway? And with that the Cajun was gone after the southern belle.

?Let him go ?Ro, those two can look after themselves. And anyway we got something a bunch more dangerous to deal with.?

?What do you mean Logan? And how did you escape?? Asked Kurt, still exhausted from his teleportation, but still with it enough to see the look in Logan?s eyes. The one that says ?it?s not time to tell them now?. He understood.

?Mystique has really dug herself a ditch this time. Y?see she?s creating super soldiers using her and mine DNA but she doesn?t realise yet what she has done....?

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Four hours earlier.

What?s that noise. Sounds like an alarm. A lot of commotion. People running. They seem excited. Huh the doors open. What a surprise. ?What you want Creed??

?So, the runt is still with us. Hahaha. Good, I?m glad you?ll still be here to witness what we -- or should I say you? -- have created. You can be witness to the finest moment that the Brotherhood has ever seen. The creation of a whole new member.?

?Your sick Creed. You can?t go around messing with genetics like this, haven?t you learnt anything. Look at us, it never works.?

?That?s where you are wrong little brother. We worked perfectly. The only surprise was that you lasted this long. You just keep coming back like a bad rash. But even your stubborn willingness to live will soon be subdued. It?s time to introduce you to our new family member.?

?Are you sure Mystique won?t mind you playing with her toy??

?Well she isn?t here is she. She?s gone off to play with all you X-buddies. Just like she did with your son.?

?No she will not kill anyone else today I promise.?

?You never give up do you runt. Well enough of the pleasantries let me introduce you to .... THE NEW WEAPON X.?

The door to the cell opens letting in bright light which momentarily blinds me. But as quick as there is light it is gone again as it is eclipsed by a huge frame. What is that thing? Nothing human can be that big surely. What has she created? Its like a walking, living tool for mass destruction. Its eyes are so vacuous. I don?t think I?ve ever been scared before in my life but now, for the first time, I know how it feels to be afraid.

?Weapon X meet the old school. Soon to be the deceased school. Weapon X say ?hello??

It?s mouth, if that is what it is slowly opens and it growls out the the most sinister ?hello? I have ever heard.

?Oh now this is fun, you see it does anything I say. Weapon X punch him in the stomach?

Without flinching the -- the thing punches me with a force I could never thought of being possible. If it wasn?t for my bones being coated in pure adamantium I don?t think they would be anything more but powder now. It punches again, this time stronger, and again, and again. Is this going to be this to be how I die?

?Stop now Weapon X, that?s enough. I?m want to finnish him off.? But the thing keeps punching and punching ?I said stop, did you not hear me?? A hand lashes out and grabs Sabertooth by the throat, now I can see the fear in his eyes as well as my own. It throws Sabertooth across the room like he is a rag doll and goes back to work on me. Suddenly the room is alive with chaos as The Blob and Toad enter the fracas.

The Toad is the first to fall as he is swatted like a fly but then my biggest fears are confirmed as Weapon X punches the Blob off his feet and into the adjoining room! Sabertooth is back on his feet now trying to use his agility to stay out of the monsters way while still inflicting the maximum amount of damage. But he knows he cannot beat it alone.

?Sabertooth, release me it is the only way we are ever going to beat it.?

?Never, I can take it? Just as the words come out of his mouth Weapon X lands a blow that I can see visibly fractures Sabertooth's skull and he lies motionless on the floor. And then it turns again to me.....

Okay that's the first installment if anyone wants to finnish it off your welcome. Or I will come back at the weekend to do the rest of Logan's escape. So who's next? Slar? Bamf? KC?

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[This message has been edited by ovenmitboy (edited December 30, 2000).]

[Drags]

Yowza!Keep it up mit,Rex,Slar!

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