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Okay so these never worked over on the WW board but I thought we could give it a go over here at our new home. Okay so maybe not ?home? but summer house, somewhere to go for the weekend, I'm rambling aren't I? You all know how these work, you can write as much or as little as you like but try not to kill anybody off too early or have daisy's coming out of instead of Wolverines claws etc. etc. So I guess I'll start it off. Are we sitting comfortably.....
The familiar smell of your own church.
That was the last thought that went through the mind of the mutant teleporter know as Kurt Wagner, the second before the attack happened. It is a curios smell. A smell that separates the house of God from the rest of the outside world. Keeps it special, sacred even. When you step into a church before you even notice the ornate roof sculptures, the light cascading from the stained glass windows or the regimental uniformity of the rows and rows of pews, it is the smell that grabs you first.
It is a weird smell, no, a unique smell. Made up of the remnants of incense from this mornings mass, the perfumes and after shaves of this afternoons confessioners but most importantly the smell of melting wax emanating from the smouldering candles left behind by mourners for the remembrance of their loved ones.
This was one of Kurt's favourite jobs as a trainee priest, tending to the candles. Making sure that the holders are kept clean, the stock replenished and the money collected. What made it so special wasn't the revenue that it made for the church. Although that was a necessary part of this whole ritual. No, it was the thought that within each candle he holds in his hands, he holds a persons remembrance, a persons memories. That day there had been a lot of people to remember. Thirty six in all. Thirty six candles stood in front of him burning brightly, illuminating the small chapel. He only had one more duty to perform before he finished his daily tasks. Everyday he would light a candle for a fallen friend, Illyana Rasputin a mere child when she died, all the more reason for her to be remembered.
As he lifted the unlit candle towards the wick of another he felt a chill like he had never felt before in the sanctuary of the church. It was gone almost as soon as it had happened. He was about to block it out of his mind as one of those freak occurances when he felt it again. This time stronger, strong enough to blow out each and every one of the thirty six candles. As he stood in the darkness he knew he was not alone.
"Who's there?" He inquired to thin air "If you want the money, you can have it, you are obviously of more need of it than I am, but remember this is a church that you are robbing from."
"Oh its not the money I want Father Nightcrawler.? The voice growled.
?You know my code name friend.?
?There's a lot I know about you fuzz ball, but now I just want to make a few confessions. Aaaaaargh!" A huge figure launched itself at where the priest stood, claws glinting in the reflection of the shallow moon.
"Sabertooth!" BAMF! With a speed that would put athlete's to shame, Kurt accesses his power to teleport himself to the roof of the church and out of Sabertooths reach. "What do you want Sabertooth?"
"The same thing I want blue boy. Only you won't find it so easy escaping from the Toad" Not expecting anybody else to be in the church rafters, Kurt is taken by surprise as the Toad uses his extending tongue loosen Kurt's grip on the boss on the ceiling. Kurt tries to teleport as he falls but somehow Toad has infected him with a venom that has nullified his unique mutant ability.
"I got him, I got him, leave this one to Fred J. Dukes. I haven't dropped one yet!."
BANG!
"Okay I don't got him"
"You clumsy idiot Blob, she said she wanted him alive. Hey Fuzzy, you still with us?" Sabetooth picks up the fallen mutant like he was nothing but a new-born child and begins to bring him round.
"I - How?- The Brotherhood - Why? - If your here - then she can't be -"
"Far away?" The blue skinned shape shifter known as Mystique saunters into the fray. Her shimmering red hair resting on her shoulders and her white dress barely covering her scaly skin. "Yes my poor dear, Mother is here, and has she got an offer you can't refuse!"
Okay so this is what we got, a fallen Nightcrawler, the Brotherhood Of Mutants, an offer from Mystique. I can't wait to see what you guys come up with.
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That was really cool mit!Maybe'you'should write the Nightcrawler mini.I think I will let someone else take it from here though,this bum really just woke up and still has a fuzzy head. http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/smile.gif*about to head to the cupboard for some Folgers*
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WoW I DEFINITELY want to play in this thread!
'MIT what a kick-A@@ idea and story!
Hiya DRAGS/DRAGONLADY! (mooches a sip o' DL's coffee) Nice to see so many familiar faces in here!
O.K. lets see if I can do that spectacular intro justice...
Held fast in Sabretooth's vise-like grip nightcralwer glares at the approaching shape shifter...
"there is NOTHING you have to offer that would interest me in the least 'Mother'."
"Then you are an even bigger fool than i'd imagined Kurt Wagner." Mystique hisses at the x-man. "Deny me at your peril and the peril of those you hold most dear."
Kurt seethes... his glowing yellow eyes seem to actually flash in anger. Fangs barred he snarls back through clenched teeth...
" Like Moira McTaggert? You have ALREADY 'caused the death of a friend held very deeply in my heart. You have attacked me without provocation. You and yours desicrate this Holy place just by your very presence. I will warn you only ONCE Mystique. LEAVE. NOW."
"HAwr HaWR!" Blob's laughter echoes throughout the Church. "Tha rest a the X-geeks arent here to back your useless-blue carcass up fuzz-ball! Ya get with tha program or 'tooth 'll rip your arms off and i'll SQUASH whatevers left!"
"Blob. Please." Mystique retorts.
"There is a task that I am setting before you Herr Wagner. Something that lends itself to ALL of your very unique mutant abilities." Mystique walks directly up to Nightcrawlers face..the eerie yellow glow of his eyes matched by her own. " A very powerful and dangerous man has come into possession of something that belongs to ME. Something that I fully intend to take back by whatever means necessary. If I could have re-aquired this item myself, whether through GUILE or by FORCE, obviously I would have done so already. YOU will re-claim that wich is rightfully mine Kurt Wagner... "
Kurt tenses as senses that he is still unable to teleport. Regardless, Sabretooth will NOT hold him for long. But first his curiosity must be satisfied..
"Or else, Mystique...?"
BAMF!
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I think it's very cool, and I'm an allright writer, but I have no idea where it's going, so I'll leave it up to someone else! Good job, so far, though!!
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Okay Bamferoonie, it looks like it is just me and you mate, so here goes ...
The time : Three days later. The Place : 1047 Greymalkin Lane. The place in particular : A room full of technology that you and I can only dream of. A place where the mutant hero team known as the X-Men come to hone their skills and special abilities. A place that they have come to call 'The Danger Room.' He's been at it for nearly three hours now and still he hasn't slowed. He knows he's got to be better, he was jumped the other day and he didn't even know they were in the room. In a battle situation that could lose him his life, but more importantly it could lose one of his team mates life.
Kurt Wagner's main passion in life is the church, he has given himself to his religion body and soul. But there is something about combat that makes him feel alive. As if this was what he was born to do, his purpose, his calling. As he ducks under a falling block, jumps onto the swinging platform, teleports to miss poisoned arrows, and then lands with all the agility of a circus performer he feels that nothing in this world could touch him. Nobody can touch him.
The training program that he is running is from the Alph-A category designed by the best to make the best better. Kurt Wagner makes it look like a day in the park. Nothing in the room stands still for more than a second before blurring into a flurry of darts, lasers and projectiles. Hazards come at him from all angles, but today he focused, in tune with his powers, nobody is going to sneak up on him today. Nobody.
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?You?re tagged elf?
?Huh! Wolverine! Computer: end programme. I?m sorry my friend I didn?t hear you come in?
?Not many do. I?m impressed Kurt. This program was designed only to be used by me, even Cap America would get his little winged head shaved on this one. Ever wanted a more real sparring partner??
?I don?t think even I am ready to face ?the best of what he does? yet!?
?I?m not so sure. You?ve been training pretty hard these last few days. Something up??
?No. Nothing, just wanna? be ready. Things don?t usually stay quiet around here for long eh.?
?Never heard a truer word. Well if you can take a break Bruce Lee, we?re all heading into town tonight. Gambit has got some shin dig going down with his guild. Coming??
?No I think I?ll just take it easy?
?That?s not like you, you are normally the first reveller to ?bamf? into any party. This promises to be some do, lots of easy New Orleans women. Even old cue ball head is coming?
?The Professor! But he never goes out for parties. What made him change his mind??
?Well I hear that Storm has got hold of some of his baby photos and is threatening to post them on the internet if he doesn?t come. Me, I reckon he just wants to check out the topless dancers at the Crazy Horse.?
?Well thanks all the same but I really do think I should get an early night.?
Later that evening at the Xavier School for gifted mutants, the mansion lies silent as its occupants head into town for a night of fun. Silent everywhere, except in the study of mutant expert Charles Xavier where a thin layer of brimstone clings to the ground and furniture and the soft toes of Kurt Wagner creep towards his mentors desk.
?Please forgive me Charles, but I have no choice.? The mutant whispers as he sits down at the Professors desk and starts to boot up his computer. ?I hate these things, I wish Kitty was here now. So then Charles where are they? Where would you keep them? She says they are in here and she is not often wrong.? He searches through folder upon folder, programme upon programme until he eventually finds what he is after ?Ah, finally, the Xavier proto-?
?This is the second time in one day that you have let me sneak up on you.?
?Huh? Wolverine, I thought you-?
?Had gone to town with the others. Yeah I can see that, but I thought you looked pretty down and figured you could use some company. So are you going tell me what she has got on you??
?She??
?Don?t play dumb. Mystique. I could smell her stench on you the second you walked through that door. So what is it elf, or am I going to have to do this the hard way??
Okay back to you guys. I would love to see some new writers (althought the encouragment has been nice *shucks*) even just a line or two would be cool. Go on you might like it http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/biggrin.gif
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"You KNOW what she's got on me, as well as I do."
"Oh do I? All I know is that she's s'posedly your Mo--"
Kurts eyes flash with pain or anger as he turns away from his old friend.
"ENOUGH!" he yells, a twinge of memories breaking his voice, as his eyes fill with tears.
Surprised, Logan takes a step back before laying his hand lightly upon his friend's shoulder.
"She's tortured me for long enough, I'm not going to let her get away with this..."
"Let her go, don't let her get to you this time."
"She'll never leave me alone. She's got me sneaking around in one of my most sacred places, breaking a commandment and questioning myself! She's got me, and I don't know why! She's even got me wondering if she's the reason I'm taking the path that I am. She and my father..." Kurts voice softens as he speaks the last few words.
"You mean...you...know??" Logan's eyebrows knitting, his voice breaking uncharacteristically, was it curiousity or emotion getting the better of him?
The early 70s, Western Canada, Logan's Cabin
Smoke rolls out of the chimney as Logan walks through the snow with an armful of firewood.
*sniff, sniff*
Well, there's my part for now! Keep it going! Everyone remember Silver Fox?
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Woah, KC even I wasn't going to go there! I love it!!!!
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Seriously though,I am SO loving this! http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/eek.gif
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Ya'll might want to go back and read my last one before you start on this, I made a few changes.
The scent was wrong. Something's wrong...
Logan dropped the wood and quickened his pace before dropping into a full-on panicked sprint.
The door was smashed. The crude furniture splintered. Some of the planks that made up the thin walls were shattered, letting the biting wind into the small cabin.
And there she lays, crumpled on the floor, as broken and battered as the rest of the room.
"Fox!" He cried as he ran to her side, touching her face gently and cradling her head in his lap.
She was already gone, and he silently vowed to avenge her as he stood up and smelled the air. Someone was still nearby.
He sprang to his feet and ran through the open doorway into the snow beyond, ready for the fight of his life.
*SNIKT!*Adamantium claws shot out of the back of his hands, his pulse racing, his teeth bared.
3 minutes later...
After hearing the sounds of an epic fight starting in the snow, Silver Fox opens her eyes, blinking to adjust the the dusk of the dying fire, as a smile creeps across her face.
"Fool."
Slowly, her pale lips and skin fill with color, turning first a light bronze before adjusting into a deep blue, her lips a brilliant ruby. Her 'mangled' body shifts quickly back to a sleek, sexy form, the wounds only for show.
She stands and brushes herself off out of human habit. She looks about the empty cabin and takes a few step towards a large gap in the back wall, away from the door.
*Smiling, and speaking to herself* "You loved 'me,' and yet I feel nothing for you. You're but a toy for me to play with, Logan."
Now, I KNOW someone can pick up here!! It's kindof off the NC track, but not too far!
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This is great. I'd love to contribute, but I'll be damned if I can figure out where you're going with this http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/smile.gif Not too familiar with the Wolverine backstory. Somebody else'll have to pick up that gauntlet.
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Sorry if I lost some of you along the way. Now I think everyone is set. I added to my last post, finishing the flashback...I think...Insomnia must be communicable, thanks for infecting me, Dragsy. Remember, at this point, only the publish stuff is set in stone, and there's a lot they don't show you that you can play with! Anything could happen and all that I just wrote could end up being a huge <text color=#ff0000>red herring.</text> Have fun with it
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Take everything that has happened so far seriously, as if it all really happened. The consequences, however, could really be anything....or nothing. Insomnia sucks...especially when you don't want to mess everything up by writing the entire story yourself. I want to see what the rest of you come up with! Almost 200 posts, people!
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Okay KC if that is how you wanna play it...
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well I wasn't sure myself. It wasn't untill this afternoon in the danger room when I looked into your eyes and saw that somthing had cahnged in you that I knew it must be true. I've never spoken about it with anyone, not even her. It's not the kind of thing you talk about while your trying to rip the other one's heart out"
'You obviously havn't fought with Spider-Man for a while!" The blue mutant quickly retorts.
"So it doesn't bother you then?"
"It did at first. I thought about all those years that I have been searching for my true father, my true identity. All those years that I felt negleted, deprived of the only thing a son has a rite to; a dad. But then a realised I had something better than father, better than anyone could ever ask for. I had a friend, a friend who stuck with me all the way and then I rewalised that is all that one can ask from anyone."
These two men have been through so much together you would think that neither of them would ever be stuck for words. But now the two just stand there staring at each other, both realising what this means for their relationship. They have both found in each other something that they have been searching for all their lives and in this one moment they realise that they actually complete each other like pieces in a jigsaw.
Neither of them knows which one made the first move, but suddenly they find themselves in an embrace that only a father and a son could ever understnd.
"The Xavier Protocols?" Wolverine sees the file open on the computer screen over Nightcrawlers back and breaks the embrace "That's dangerous stuff what does she want with those?"
"She's up to it again." Says Nightcrawler, his crest fallen again. "She wants some one dead and she wants me to do it, only this time it is a mutant."
"Who? Who is it?"
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Okay here's an idea, seeing as a lot of you are finding it hard to jump into the story I thought we would have a vote on who Mystique wants dead. So what do you think? Xavier, Magneto, Sinister, anyone you like and with the most popular we will continue the story.
The 'Damn I'm enjoying this' Mit
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Clarification: do the Xavier Protocols include *everybody*? As in, all the mutants on the X-scene?
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I'd assume that the Xavier protocols contain theoretical ways to beat every mutant ever encountered...and if not, then for this lets say it does!
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?It?s--" He paused, smiling strangely. ?It?s herself.?
Logan stared at him. ?She wants you to kill *her*??
?That?s right.?
?Well, pardon me, but that?s just about the dumbest thing I?ve ever heard. Why doesn?t she just commit suicide? Hell, why doesn?t she just call *me*??
?I don?t know. I?m convinced that she isn?t telling me the whole story.? He sighed, leaning against the desk, staring gloomily at the sickly glow of the computer screen. ?She tried to feed me some story about wanting to die but not being able to bear the indignity of suicide...?
?You?re instincts are right,? Logan nodded. ?She?s setting you up. Question is, why??
Kurt sighed again. ?We could wonder about that till kingdom come.?
?Maybe she?s trying to frame you.?
"I thought about that, but there must be easier ways of doing it. I mean, I may not be you, but I certainly think that with these Xavier Protocols I could pose a significant threat to her. If she?s bluffing, she?d better have a good way out. And anyways"--Kurt gave Logan a small, ironic smile--"what could she possibly have to gain by framing *me*??
Logan chuckled. ?Don?t sell yerself short. Graydon Creed was worried enough about you.?
?Yes--embarrassed by me. For people like him, that?s as good a reason as any to kill someone.?
?It could be as simple as that.?
?Mystique isn?t a politician, she?s a terrorist. She doesn?t worry about things as petty as her reputation. I?m convinced that behind all this, there?s a perfectly cold, calculating, self-interested motive. That?s just how she is.?
?Yeah? And what was her motive in seducing me??
Kurt frowned. ?Well...? He shook his head. ?I don?t know. But there must?ve been one.?
?What, you don?t think I?m attractive enough to merit sinister machinations and subterfuge??
Kurt grimaced. ?In light of recent revelations, Logan, I?d really rather not think about your sex life right now.?
?Well, we might have to. You see, son, when a mommy and a daddy love each other *verrrry* much--"
?Ach, please! You?re going to give me nightmares.?
?Hmph.?
They sat in silence for a few moments, bathed in the weak, cold light of the screen still displaying its deadly information. It was foolish, thought Logan, to believe that nothing would change. He knew Kurt and he knew himself, and so he knew that they would both do their best to pretend that things were normal--but it wouldn?t last long.
Kurt broke the silence. ?Do you think we should tell anyone??
?You mean about--us? Let?s keep a lid on it for now. There?s always time later on to pitch in our lot with the X-Men family melodrama.?
Kurt grinned. ?Hey--you still don?t know whether ?Logan? is your first or your last name, right??
?Right--why??
?Just means you could still theoretically be a Summers.?
?Don?t. Even. Say. It.?
?Sorry.?
An hour later, the party had moved a few miles down Greymalkin Lane to the route 126 junction--Harry's Hideaway. Logan sat down and slid one of the beers across the table to Kurt, then stretched and yawned as Kurt began putting the beer away at an alarming rate. Logan watched as he up-ended the bottle, then set it down on the table with a gasp and a sigh.
?Ahhh...that?s just what I needed.?
?Feelin? better now??
?Somewhat, given the circumstances.?
?Granted. Now, let?s review the facts. One thing you never told me, though--what exactly *is* she holding over you??
?She says she has things on you, things that could make your life very difficult.?
Logan scowled. ?Well, it ain?t exactly roses now. What kinds of things??
?She didn?t say. Could be a bluff. But now that I know the nature of your...association...it doesn?t seem so unlikely.?
?True enough. Thanks, by the way.?
Kurt cocked an eyebrow. ?For what??
?Fer caring enough to let her blackmail you on my behalf.?
?No problem. What are friends for? Anyway, it?s my filial duty now.?
The comment dropped like a stone through the conversation. Neither of them spoke for a while. Logan realized he actually had quite a bit to say, but it just wasn?t coming. Was it embarrassment? Emotion? Nerves? He tried to sort out what he was feeling, and found he couldn?t. There was just no precedent for this sort of thing, no commonplaces to guide him through this experience. He could only imagine what it was like for Kurt.
?So what?re you gonna do?? he asked at last.
?I?m going to play her game.?
Logan shook his head. ?So she has things on me. How bad can it be??
?I don?t know. But you *are* in the rather uncomfortable position of having someone who may very well know more about your life than you do.?
?You can?t cooperate with her.?
Kurt glared at him. ?It?ll be your funeral, Logan.?
He glared back. ?I can take care of myself.? He shook his head. ?I?m not gonna let you do it. If you kill her--well, I know you, and you?d never forgive yourself. If you don?t kill her--that would mean she has other plans, other plans that could get *you* killed. So I?m not gonna let you.?
?Don?t you think I?m a little old for this sort of thing??
?I?m still yer father, kid.?
Kurt groaned. ?I?m going for another beer.?
Just what *are* the malicious matron of mayhem?s true intentions? Will Logan allow Kurt to play along, or will he put his foot down? For that matter, will he allow Kurt to stay out past midnight? The ball?s in your court now, *you* decide...
-Rex
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No! Not Justice Fruit Pies! The delicious treat you'd have to be crazy not to like!
Hehehe...wouldn't that suck to find out your best friend is really your dad?
Good job Rex!! I especially like the Spider-Man and 3rd Summers cracks! Great stuff!
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30 minutes and 13 beers later...
"Hey! Take it easy, elf! Slow down some, will ya?!"
*as he gulps down yet another one, now truly drunk* "Why should I? I don't have to do anything tonight!"
"Well, you should be trying to figure this out. You should stop drowning yourself in this stuff and face it all head on...Wow... Never thought I'd say that. Anyway, isn't there a rule about not drinking when you're becoming a priest?"
*barely still upright* "Of course...and there are also rules about breaking into friends' offices and stealing ways to kill people. And I'm sure they'd frown upon trying to kill your mother."
Logan chuckles softly before becoming very solemn as he looks at his drunken friend, who now has a shot of vodka.
"Come on, elf. You've had enough" He says before smiling wildly as he sees Kurt down the shot and start to fall over backwards. Logan catches him and laughs shamefully as he tosses the limp elf over his shoulder, heading for the exit of the bar.
"Let's go home"
The next morning...Kurt awakens to the sun shining in his eyes, and a terrible headache.
"Good Morning, my angel" She says sarcastically.
"Mystique!?!" He growls. "What are you doing here!?!?" He tries to get up to confront her, but finds that he has been bound, his hands together behind his back, his feet and tail similairly tied.
*poot* He groans loudly, grimacing from the pain in his head, and from the strain of trying to 'port unsuccessfully.
"Where are we??" He asks before answering it himself. The pool house??
"We are near where your friends are all sleeping...but far enough that they can't hear you scream. Your 'father' certainly knows how to take care of you."
"I'll say he does" He grumbles under his breath. "Logan, you idiot."
"Don't worry...he's already paying for what he did to my child." She says coldly as she pinches his cheek, twisting hard.
Sorry if my part have screwed you all up. Just remember it's not true. None of it is. And if it makes you uncomfortable, good! That's how Kurt would feel!
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WOW.This story certainly hasnt lost its suspense.Good job Rex,Knighty and Slar! http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/eek.gif
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Oh my God! They've killed Kurt!
You bastards!!
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He, he...this is fun.
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Don't worry, I'm sure the Elf will live to see another day. I left lots o'holes for the next writer.
*rubbing hands together*
I cannae wait to see what's next.
Somebody get a'writin'!
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She smiled down at him cruelly.
"Ah, my dear, trusting boy," she turned her back to him, rummaging through a duffel bag on a table in the corner.
Damn! Kurt tried to wriggle out of his bonds; flexing his wrists he felt the knots grow tighter. Where was he? The boathouse. The last thing he had remembered was that last shot at the bar, and Logan. Logan! Was he here too? No. He forced himself to his knees, ignoring the pounding in his skull. Mystique seemed intent on whatever she was doing in the corner. Licking his lips, he edged toward the door.
Mystique turned, she held something metallic in her right hand, it glittered in the sunlight.
"Ugh, you?re not going to get away. Mommy knows best."
He felt a crack as her kick connected solidly with his ribs. Without the use of his hands to catch himself he fell forward onto his face.
"Why?? He wheezed, twisting to look up at her.
"Why? I?m afraid you?ll never know, my son. You see, I knew I?d find a use for you eventually."
She bent down, catching his arm easily. He was too stunned to pull away as she stabbed the needle into his deltoid muscle. She pressed the contents of the syringe into his body. It felt like a fire in his veins. He contorted on the floor, a scream ripped from his throat.
Mystique pulled a knife from her belt. Turning back to the table she picked up a pair of latex gloves and pulled them on. She caught his right hand, cocking her head with interest as she watched him convulse. She pressed the knife into his hand, curling his fingers around the handle and then returned it to her belt.
She rested on her haunches, watching him. He had stopped moving and lay mostly on his back now. His breath came in harsh pants; his yellow eyes stared up at her blankly. Impulsively, she reached out and smoothed his hair back from his face. It was starting to happen.
The change began slowly, as it had for her the first time. The short fuzz on his face melted away, his hair lengthened and changed color. Within moments the same yellow eyes stared up at her from a different face.
Laughing to herself, she changed her form and bent to slap his face - hard. He would be awake for this.
"Ughhh?" Clarity returned to his eyes and he blinked up at her, into his own face.
"Damn you," his voice was slurred, weak, but it didn?t sound quite right. It was slightly higher; it felt different in his throat. "What have you done to me? How dare you take my shape, witch!"
"Not just your shape, son." Her mouth ? his mouth ? twisted cruelly on the last word as she stabbed her knife into his stomach and upward. She stood, pulling the knife free with a wrench of her arm. Cutting his bonds, she picked up the ropes and watched the crimson stain spread across the floor. She dropped the knife by the doorway. Peeling off her gloves, she stuffed everything into her bag and slung it over her shoulder.
She addressed the unmoving shape on the floor.
"Now it?s time to deal with your father."
The door closed behind her with a click.
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Violent, I know. But Mystique is a violent kind of gal. And as for how she could come up with something to change his shape, how did she mutate the Legacy virus? She's just a bundle o'mystery.
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Almost an hour later...
Piotr walks in to find Mystique bleeding all over the floor, unconsicous.
"What the?!?" He asks himself as he lunges for the alarm on the wall.
In less than a second, the entire estate is blaring with sirens and Kitty and Cecilia come running.
"What happened, Peter!?" Cecilia cries as she and Kitty run through the wall, into the poolhouse. "What'd you do!?"
"I didn't do anything! She was like this when I got here!"
"Okay, okay, she's still alive, help me get her back to the mansion!" And with that, Piotr gently picks up the limp body and walks towards the house as Kitty phases all of them to hasten their progress.
"Come on! Come on!!" She cries impatiently, wondering just why she cares so much for one of their worst enemies.
"She's going to be allright!" She assures herself, not really knowing why she has to.
3 days later...the infirmary...
He wakes up to sharp pains in his side and a very sharp, wet pain in his gut.
"What happened?" He asks himself outloud, startled at the sound of the voice he now posesses...
"You're safe, Mystique. We've got you and you're healing rather quickly, even for you"
"Kitty??"
"Yes, it's me." She says gently before getting angry "You address me as if I'm your friend. Don't. I'm not."
Kurt tries to sit up, but once again he is bound, this time to the hospital-style bed.
"Yeah, Mystique, like we would really let you be here without some sort of restraint."
"Kitty...I'm not Mystique. It's me, Kurt"
"Sure you are. And I'm the Beast. Don't get cute with me, woman, whatever you did with him, we'll find out."
"Did with him?!? I'm him!! Kitty! You have to believe me!" But as he finishes his words, he realizes that she'll never believe him. He looks like Mystique...Wait...He looks like Mystique, but he's not her!
"Get Logan, then, Kitty, he'll tell you. I should still smell like myself!"
"Real nice. Why don't you make more requests you know we can't grant. We know you did something with Logan too. And quit calling me Kitty!"
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[This message has been edited by Knight_Crawler (edited December 07, 2000).]
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AMAZING! Great stuff everyone! geez .. I cant imagine how Kurt's going to get outta this..! http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/eek.gif
BAMF!
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Finally this link works again!The suspense was killing me.The read was worth the wait, thats for sure. http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/wink.gif
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Hiya DRAGS! aka the Inimitable,loquacios,lovely and legendary DRAGONLADY of the Wiz boards! http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/wink.gif
(from the feeling-silly-and-brown-nosin BAMF! http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/tongue.gif)
BAMF!
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Oooh, the plot thickens. Why does Kitty care? Where's Mystique? Where's Logan? Where's the peanut butter. Ahem. Nevermind.
Cool KC!
Don't miss the next installment of As the Mutants Turn!
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Aren't there any telepaths in the mansion? A telepath ought to be able to recognize Kurt, don't you think? Or are they all away on a mission?
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Spatch, they just haven't tried yet. Kurt's been unconscious for 3 days. I'm sure that's where it'll go next. It's next logical step.
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Well, all righty then. Here we go.
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Kurt awoke with a start. Eyes flying open in panic, he stared at the ceiling of the med lab for a moment. He tested his bonds one more time, just in case the last 40 failures to slip free of them had been flukes. The effort made him gasp for breath; he gritted out a string of German explicatives and lay back down. The throbbing pain in his side and abdomen was increasing again. The painkillers were wearing off and Kurt's patience was wearing thin.
Most of the team had gone before he had regained consciousness, searching for Logan and?her. His mouth twisted at the thought of the evil she was committing in his form. He had tried to talk to Storm before she left but she had stared at him with a cold fire in her eyes that he couldn't dim. She saw Mystique, and no mere words could change that. No one believed him. His demands were ignored by everyone. Except Kitty.
Oh, she didn't believe him either. But she still came every few hours. She would watch him from the shadows, thinking he couldn't see her. Mystique's eyes were as good as his own though.
"I see you, Katzchen."
Kitty jumped in surprise as Mystique's eyes swiveled to hers. Anger quickly replaced surprise.
"Don't you dare call me that," she breathed, voice barely audible. "You are not Kurt. Are you too dumb to realize you're in your own shape and not his? You don't fool anyone!"
"But I am Kurt, Katzchen," Mystique's voice came out in a husky whisper. He was tired of this. It was so easy to give up...No. Never.
"You are Raven Darkholme, bitch!" Kitty rushed across the med lab, snatching Mystique's arm. Her blood boiled.
Kurt hissed with pain as she shook him, jostling his wound. "You're hurting me Kitty...please."
Kitty looked down into the pleading yellow eyes. They were so like Kurt's. It would be so easy to end this. Mystique would never tell them what she had done to her friends. She had vowed upon her honor that she would avenge them.
"Ach, nein, please?"
She released the arm. No, Kitty decided. Not now. The German bothered her, as it had earlier when Mystique had first awakened. It itched in the back of her mind. Mystique collapsed back into the pillows, panting for air. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears leaked from the corners.
"Understand that I could have killed you," she said coldly, settling stiffly onto a stool. "I still may. If you have murdered them, you will die. I promise.
You know nothing of loyalty, woman. You betray everyone close to you. You abandoned your son. You are a terrorist. Your life means nothing to me. Understand? Those two men are all I have left. They are my family; my father, my brother, more. You have messed with the wrong family - for the last time."
Kurt slowed his breathing, opening his eyes to look at her. Her mouth was set in a thin, hard line. Her eyes bored into his. Mein Gott, she is serious, he thought. Oh, mein Katzchen, I'm so sorry. Hmmm, family.
"What would only your family know?"
"What?" Kitty was puzzled by this soft question, her anger faded slightly. She frowned. Her voice had sounded odd. Mystique didn't have an accent. Her face looked so sad; her brows drawn down and together. Kurt looked so much like her. How could mother and son be so different, she wondered.
"Ask me a question. Anything. This, I swear, is the last request I will make of you. A question only Kurt would know the answer to."
The accent was even more pronounced now. Why hadn't she noticed it before? No, she though. It?s a trick.
"No. I won't let you manipulate me."
The voice pleaded. "Ask."
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Okey dokey. Who?s next?
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Hmmm....I seem to be the only one who doesnt want Kurt and Kitty to get togeather....
Anyway,great stuff!Keep it up.
Gee BAMF(the coolest poster on the internet) you sure know how to make a girl blush.You silver-tongued devil you. http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/biggrin.gif http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/wink.gif
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Good one Slarti. I really like your writing. You get into the characters minds really well. All you writer-types are making some nice stuff here. I've become hooked on this thread. I stopped reading the comics a while ago, and Evolution is mostly repeats now, so this is now my primary Kurt fix. Just want to say great job.
Hey Drags, I've said I'd like to see K hook up with K, but it doesn't have to happen. A brother/sister thing is really very sweet too. Neither of them have a real family, so its great that they have such a relationship. Therre's a saying, by I don't know who, that our real families arent necessarily those we are born into.
Anyway, looking forward to more.
