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| Cat | Jan 16 2012, 02:26 PM Post #1 |
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Broadmoor Hospital England 2100 hrs “Right Darling,” Nurse Bracknell fixed her arms around the huge man and pulled him back in to bed. “Our visitors have gone, so it’s time for beddy byes.” The blue eyes stared out at her, unfocused and blank. It should be a little unnerving, but Nurse Bracknell was an old hand at this. “There,” She said, tucking the covers up around the neck. “They said they’d probably be back next week, so that’s something to look forward to, isn’t it poppet?” The man on the bed made no answer and there was no indication he’d even heard her. Calmly, Nurse Bracknell checked the monitors were still attached and that the restraints were in place before heading towards the door. “Night Night,” She said, switching off the main light, and pulling the door closed. “Don’t know why they bother with restraints with that one.” Nurse Nicki Holmes joined her, peering through the clear glass at the patient lying in the bed. “He’s being here what just under two months, and have you ever seen him move?” “They’re not taking any chances.” Nurse Bracknell rolled her neck. She might be a professional, but she was tired and the mystery patient in room 1313 was just the way to end the day. They walked along the corridor, nodding to the armed policeman standing at attention. “Rumours say that guy’s got the highest body count of any one here, or anyone who’s ever being here, and that’s saying something.” “He doesn’t look it.” “They never do. Seriously, you’re too young to remember, but I was here when they brought Young in.” She shook her head. “Looked perfectly harmless, fooled everyone, but you wouldn’t take a cup of tea from him…” In room 1313, bright blue eyes snapped open with a sudden sense of purpose. //*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/* Xavier Insitute for Higher Learning, 0900hrs It was ridiculous. She wouldn’t even have considered it if it hadn’t being for George from the future. Alright, she’d being feeling a little queasy in the mornings, but with the stress of the last few months, and Ororo’s attempts at cooking it wasn’t surprising…She wasn’t even late yet for god’s sake. Carefully, Abigail unwrapped the package she’d driven nearly 20 miles to find a chemist who wouldn’t remember her, to buy and reread the instructions for about the hundredth time. Five minutes until she’d know one way or the other. It would almost certainly be negative, but…in the future, she thought, cradling her stomach, we had twins. The phone rang, and she moved to answer it. “Hello, Xavier Institute for Higher Learning.” “Hi Abigail.” She wasn’t sure if she should be concerned that she recognised Cat’s voice. She had being calling almost every day since Logan left. “Logan there?” “Nope, they’re not back yet.” She glanced over at the stick lying on its dish. “Not yet.” They hadn’t heard anything from since they left. Everyone said not to worry, but she couldn’t help it. “They’ll be alright.” Cat’s voice sounded slightly tense, but reassuring. “Just tell Logan to call me when he gets back, right?” “Sure.” She hung up, and glanced at the dish, then at the timer. Two minutes to go. /**//*/*/**//*/*/*/*/*/* Broadmoor Hospital, England, 2115hrs “They still not back?” “Nope.” “And we are not worried?” Cat rolled her eyes at Maverick, “It’s being less than a month. When it reaches three, and no one’s heard anything, then I’ll worry.” They stopped, and Cat swiped her card through the security gate. They light turned green, and they stepped thou8gh. Maverick glanced at her. “You O.K.?” “Yeah, why shouldn’t I be?” Maverick shrugged. “It just must be hard, seeing him…like that.” Cat glanced at him. “Creed’s an enemy.” “But he was your friend once.” He swiped his own card at the door. “And I’m not completely sure he ever stopped seeing you as one, even if you did.” Cat turned, her mouth open to answer, when a wail echoed through the building. They exchanged a single look. “Creed.” Cat was faster, moving forward, her claws out, as Maverick shoved a clip into his gun. Around the corner, they could hear cries of fear and of pain. Creed stood, holding a nurse by her neck. “Creed.” Maverick barked. Creed turned, dropping the nurse to the floor. Cat leapt forward. Creed swung once fist, catching her in the stomach. Maverick heard a sickening thump as she hit the wall, but he didn’t let himself look. He began to fire at Creed, emptying first one clip, then another into the huge mutant. Creed stared at him, blue eyes still unseeing, unfocused. As Maverick reached for the third Clip, Creed moved forward, grabbing him by the throat. Maverick struggled, fingers fumbling with the third clip, determined that if he went down, he was taking Creed with him, or at least hurting him, but Creed just lift him up, blue eyes staring at him like a scanning microscope. Then he flung him to one side like a child’s rag doll. Voices were coming down the corridor, men in heavy body armour. Creed turned and jumped through a window, sending fragments of glass flying. Maverick pulled himself up cursing at the pain in his arm and glancing at Cat who was doing the same. “You alright?” “Just bruised?” He looked over at her and saw that she really did mean just bruised, though it would probably have being enough to stop any normal human. Chucking her his spare gun, they both moved towards the window, but Creed was already gone. “Suddenly getting Logan here just went up in priority.” Cat said slowly, glancing at Maverick. /*/**//**//*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/* “You know,” George said, wrapping his fingers around a chicken leg (or whatever you called the nearest animal the savage land had to a chicken), “This is really weird.” “Coming from a guy who travelled in time?” Logan observed tucking into the meat (whatever it was) with relish. George couldn’t help glancing at him out of the corner of one eye. No one had explained the exact relationship of the man Logan had called “junior” In the future. He’d asked Liam, but the other man had just shook his head and said it was complicated, and Magneto had turned up, with his time device, which had kinda cut down on all discussions. But it was still strange. Still, “Never come back from the dead out of primal goo. So far,” he added as an afterthought. “She thought you were dead.” Liam’s voice sounded heavy. “We all did. When we found everyone else, but couldn’t find you, the best anyone could guess was that teleported and ended up in a tree or something.” He shook his head, rubbing at his beard. “Abby was…devastated.” “Believe me, George, I am as surprised as anyone.” A smile flickered across Xavier’s face. There was something…off about it, and George could tell that Logan thought so too. “Do you have any theories about it, Professor?” Cyclops apparently didn’t think so. He leant forward, his eyes almost glowing behind his visor. Whatever theories the Professor may or may not have had, were drowned out in the roar of a jet engine. A door opened in the craft and a figure floated down, hands held out to control the charged partials that were responsible for his position. He landed neatly in the middle of the circle, grinning around and froze, suddenly touching his earpiece. “Yeah, I’m here…Yeah, I know what she said, but it’s magneto.” The head went to one side, almost dislodging the face mask he was wearing. “O.k. O.K. but remembers, Cat said I got to be point on this one.” he drew himself up to his full height, closing his eyes. “Greetings to the X Men and their...friends. I, Excalibur, am instructed on behalf of the European Crisis and Hazard Operations to state that I am to count to ten with my eyes closed, and when I open them, I will not see anyone who ranks higher than 10 on the European watch list.” He proceeded, counting slowly and steadily. The brotherhood all stared like he was mad, but Logan watched. At 7, he spoke up. “Anyone left when the kid opens his eyes answers to me.” The brotherhood melted away into the trees before Bradley had reached nine and a half. He opened his eyes, looking slightly disappointed. “X Men,” He said, firmly. “Cat requests that you accompany me back to the UK.” “And if we don’t want to go?” Bradley shrugged. “I can’t force you come, it is merely polite request,” “But?” Logan growled. “But the X Men are in volition of several international treaties regarding the preservation and conservation of the savage land.” “Treaties you yourself are in volition of.” Ka-Zar observed. “Not true.” Bradley grinned. “Our jet is carbon Neutral, we are under strict instructions not to touch down and we have... we are sanctioned by the UN.” The X Men glanced at Logan, who paused, chewing on the cigar. Then he stepped forward. “Alright, Kid. We go.” “Really?” Bradley looked stunned, apparently anticipating a lot of trouble. “Yept.” Logan moved, grabbing one of the ropes that were now being let down from the craft. “Mainly cos I’m curious to know what’s so dammed important that Cat’ll cash in a year’s worth of favours.” Bradley drew himself up. “I’m not at liberty to discuss that with you, sir. Cat said she’d brief you when you got to the UK.” He paused, “But she did say I could tell you it has to do with Creed.” Logan stabbed his cigar out on the ground. |
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| Cat | Jan 16 2012, 02:27 PM Post #2 |
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Part 2 Later this week. |
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| Gorvar | Jan 17 2012, 11:36 AM Post #3 |
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An Feral Sabretooth, Professor X acting dodgy, Abigail's pregnancy....i'm liking this arc! |
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| Cat | Jan 18 2012, 03:26 PM Post #4 |
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I have just being told I have a job permanently  In celebration, I give you part 2 “Your girl, Jean, put us in a bit of an awkward situation.” “Not my girl.” Cat rolled her eyes, but continued. “The Plan with Sabretooth has always being very simple. If anyone ever actually managed to hold Creed for long enough, bring him to trial before an international court.” She turned back along the corridor they were walking along. “Unfortunately, whatever Phoenix did, made that borderline impossible.” “Because...” “Because Creed was unfit to stand trial according to international law and our own.” They entered an office and Cat walked down to fuss with the documents at the end of the table. “In view of the ...circumstances, and taking into Account Creed’s particularly high totals, permission was granted to try him in absenta.” She glanced up. “For you Yanks, that means he could be tried in his absence. Unfortunately, some lawyer suggestion that Creed was insane when he committed his crimes, which is why we’ve being trying to get hold of you for about a month, because while Creed may not previously have being viable threat, I didn’t exactly relish him being out on the street.” Logan growled “Don’t know why they’re bothering with this bullshit.” Cat gave him an irritated look. “Because you fought two, nearly three world wars, to ensure the rights of all men, including Creed, and I’m dammed if I’m going to let those sacrifices be in vain.” She paused for a moment, breathing deeply and continued. “While that was going on, Creed was being held at Broadmoor.” “Broadmoor?” “Broadmoor Criminal Lunatic Asylum” Logan glanced at Cat. “Where England holds it’s baddest of the bad.” “They prefer Broadmoor hospital, these days.” Cat said. “But especially correct. Broadmoor houses our worst villains from Ian Brady to George Young. And to be fair to them, they do it quite well with only a few minor hiccups over the day. Most countries involved were consulted and they agreed that with additional security, Broadmoor serve.” “Let me guess,” Logan drawled. “Creed busted out.” “Correct.” Logan shook his head. “How many bodies he add to his count?” “That,” Cat said, walking slowly around the table. “Would be the reason we contacted you.” “How many?” “None.” Cat grinned, apparently enjoying the expression of shock pass across Logan’s face. The smile was slightly forced, but after the events of the last few days, she’d take what she could get. “Zero, Zilch, Nada, None. I went for Creed with my claws full out, Maverick emptied two clips into him, two nurses and three orderlies got in his path, and the worst injuries anyone got was a mild concussion and a broken arm.” She paused. “That’s strange enough, but it could be accepted. Even Creed has shown an indication towards Caring, and he has violent in the past. The main problem is according to medics that should have being impossible.” “Creed’s managed the impossible before.” Cat closed her eyes. “Logan, you have no idea how much I wish you were right. That Creed’s brain just healed it’s self, but it didn’t.” She paused and added “There’s something you have to see.” //*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/* The first part of the tape was grimy security images. Obviously taken from cameras in the hospital. The part of Logan’s mind that he doesn’t really like using has automatically calculated their angles, where their blind spots would be. Creed isn’t bothering to stick to those, he moves right down the centre of the corridor, but his movements, they’re...off somehow. He doesn’t realise he’s spoken out loud until Maverick voices what he’s thinking. “Like a puppet on a string.” He glances at Logan. Logan shook his head. “They’re gone.” He wasn’t sure how he could be so certain about it, but he was. “You can’t kill an idea.” Cat spoke up. “There are three possibilities from where I’m standing.” She paused. “Option one is that someone restarted up the...the project, with the old codes.” She glanced around. “If that’s so, then we’re all in danger.” “You don’t think so.” Cat muttered, softly. “Volk told the codes were destroyed.” “Volk?” “The KGB agent she was friendly with.” The acidic tones in Maverick’s voice left no doubt as to how she was friendly with. “Will you quit focusing on that? Volk and I were never like that! Yes he had a crush on me, but nothing happened.” “Not for lack of trying on his part.” “Anyone in the team who wasn’t sleeping with the Russians?” Both Cat and Maverick turned to stare at their old commander. “I don’t know, “Little Uncle”” The comment seemed to restore the balance, and Maverick continued. “Option two is that someone at Broadmoor was involved with Weapon X.” “You don’t like that any better.” Cat sighed. “Broadmoor does the mental health valuations for the team. I have to trust them.” Because I can’t go through that again. What that was neither of them stated, but Cat continued. “Option 3 is that is there’s someone new in the game, either with the old codes or with something similar.” “Not good.” George stated. The three former Team X members started, as though they had forgotten the others were there. It wasn’t hard as everyone else had being keeping as quiet as possible. Cat was the first one to recover. “Very not good.” She sighed. “Basically we’re asking you guys to work with us. Help us find out what’s happening.” She paused. “If we split up, three teams, one to meet with Volk, one to go to Broadmoor, interview the staff and one to stay here, look for option 3.” She glanced at Logan. “I recommend you and Maverick meet Volk, I’ll head over to Broadmoor with Brad, Excalibur and Dr. McCoy. Race has already suggested that the Professor joins him. Rest of you can divide up how you want.” Logan nodded his assent. #/*/*/*/*/*/**/*//* “Here.” Cat handed a piece of paper over. “Sources suggest that Volk’ll be there for at least the next few hours. Just try to be nice.” Maverick stood staring at her. “You’re not still jealous are you? I told you, Volk had a crush on me when we were both in the Kid Commandoes, but I was technically his superior, and wasn’t interested in him. I helped him get back across the border before the Russians and the Americans started their pissing contest, so he’s owes me one, but.” “There’s a fourth option” Maverick interrupted. “One you didn’t mention.” Cat glanced around and switched to Cantonese. For a man who had spent a large portion of his life in China and that region, Logan’s Cantonese was lousy and spoken with a strong Mandarin accent that made most speakers of Cantonese switch to Mandarin out of self defense. On the other hand, however, a childhood among the Chinese sailors and inhabitants of Liverpool meant that Cat was borderline fluent. Maverick had learnt it from the many interesting things and names she used in her passion. “What, that the doctor said that in his current condition Creed was very easy for a telepath to manipulate?” Maverick shrugged. “It fits. Xavier wants both Creed and Logan for his mutant army, but Creed doesn’t play nicely. Ms Grey melts Creed’s mind, and Xavier can grab him.” Cat spoke softly. “Xavier’s scent has changed. It’s more...” She shook her head, struggling for the words. “Female. Logan would recognise it too, but he’s too desperate for it to be true for his team to notice.” She paused. “Why do you think I put Xavier in headquarters with Race?” “Because Race wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.” “And for Logan’s sake, both of us might.” Cat pulled at her costume. “Try to be nice to Volk. He is very useful.” Edited by Cat, Jan 19 2012, 01:44 AM.
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| LoganActor | Jan 18 2012, 06:39 PM Post #5 |
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Wow. That's simply....awesome. I'll have chapters up this weekend. That is, if you're finished. |
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| Cat | Jan 19 2012, 01:42 AM Post #6 |
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Yeah, I'm done. I'm glad I was worried the muse was making things over complicated (this is what happens when I have time to plan) |
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| Gorvar | Jan 19 2012, 09:12 PM Post #7 |
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Volk is also a bad guy in the 3th Modern Wargare game, so i had a little laugh haha. I do love your self-created Weapon X stuff Cat, it's really well done. Also well done on getting a job! Kudos! |
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| LoganActor | Jan 22 2012, 02:37 PM Post #8 |
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Ugh. My girl's sick, and so I called in today, so I'm taking care of her. No writing from me just yet. |
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| Cat | Jan 23 2012, 02:05 AM Post #9 |
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that's O.k. LoganActor. Hope your girl is better soon. |
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| LoganActor | Jan 23 2012, 01:07 PM Post #10 |
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Thanks, Cat. I'm kinda busy at work, but I get off in about three hours, so I should be writing then. |
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