The "Dawn Of Marvels" RPG: Year One

The machine began to whirr around me.
"Cerebro auto-defense system engaged. What is the pass code?"
"This is not good"
"Cerebro does not recognize your response. 5...4...3...2...1."

"Uh oh"

"Intruder Alert. Cerebro activating Emergency shutdown sequence."

Alarms sounded.

Guns deployed.

Some super-spy I've turned out to be.

This was definetly not a private residence.
 
IC: Cyclops

I'm laying on my bed still thinking about that jerk Logan. I mean, who does he think he is? I know he's older than the rest of us, but still. My thoughts also drift towards Jean...I've sort of had a crush on her for the longest, but I've never came out and said anything. It's amazing, I can punch a hole through a steel wall with my eyes, but a cute girl scares me.

"Intruder Alert. Cerebro activating Emergency shutdown sequence."

I leap off my bed, the thoughts of Logan and Jean leaving my mind as I run down the hallway and towards the sub-basement.

I punch in my password to the sub-basment and brust into the Cerebro room. The guns' sensors recognize me so they don't shoot, but they stay trained on the intruder..Wow, he looks like a demon with blue fur all over his body and a devil's tail.

"I don't know what or who you are, but you have five seconds to explain yourself."

My hands go to my visor's control toggle as I train my sights on its body.

"Five....four...."
 
IC: Cyclops

I'm laying on my bed still thinking about that jerk Logan. I mean, who does he think he is? I know he's older than the rest of us, but still. My thoughts also drift towards Jean...I've sort of had a crush on her for the longest, but I've never came out and said anything. It's amazing, I can punch a hole through a steel wall with my eyes, but a cute girl scares me.

"Intruder Alert. Cerebro activating Emergency shutdown sequence."

I leap off my bed, the thoughts of Logan and Jean leaving my mind as I run down the hallway and towards the sub-basement.

I punch in my password to the sub-basment and brust into the Cerebro room. The guns' sensors recognize me so they don't shoot, but they stay trained on the intruder..Wow, he looks like a demon with blue fur all over his body and a devil's tail.

"I don't know what or who you are, but you have five seconds to explain yourself."

My hands go to my visor's control toggle as I train my sights on its body.

"Five....four...."

"Somebody has developed the technology to cure mutancy and your Wolverine was a part of it."

There you go glasses. Chew on that.
 
"Somebody has developed the technology to cure mutancy and your Wolverine was a part of it."

There you go glasses. Chew on that.

"Still doesn't answer what you are or what you're doing here....three...two.."

I start to push the button on my visor. In about two seconds, the furry intruder is gonna be turned into swiss cheese.
 
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I'm walking alongside a Texas road at night when headlights appear behind me. I think nothing of it until the vehicle slows to a stop. It has my attention now, and I turn to face it.

Several large men exit the vehicle and approach me.

"Can I help you boys?" I ask politely, trying my best to keep the fear out of my voice.

The ringleader laughs. "You can help us much more than you imagined, darlin'. See, we've been looking for you ever since you left Louisiana."

"Long way from home."

The two other men get on either side of me.

"I don't know how you did it...but you put our buddy in a coma. We're here to return the favor," he explains. "You remember Graff?"

The sound of the name causes memories to float to the surface. It's sometimes painful to sit through them, but I have no control.

Bringing a knife to school and getting caught.

Hitting that b**** of a girlfriend after she gave me lip.

Serving time for assault and battery.

Organizing the crew.

Picking up that big shipment from Columbia.

Meeting that crazy chick with the white hair...

"Fellas," I state as Graff takes over. "It's been a while."

The ringleader squints at me. He can sense the change of tone in my voice. It's still me speaking...but it's not me speaking.

"What the Hell?"

"It's me, Lenny. It's Graff - you dense prick,"
I explain. Lenny always was so slow. I don't know how he stayed alive without me. "I'm stuck inside this b****...and it's some weird s*** going on here."

"That can't be you, Graff. I just checked with your sister. You're still lying the hospital," Lenny insists.

"Well, no s*** my body's still in Lousiana! Did I ever have this f***in' hourglass figure before? Jesus Christ, Lenny..."

"Graff...it is you!"

I roll my eyes. "No f***in' s***! What gave you that idea?"

"But...how...?"

Lenny didn't do so well with simple concepts. Truth be told, I wouldn't have kept his ass around so long if I didn't owe his old man one. Lenny's lucky he never ended up in the river.

"How the f*** do you think? The b**** is some mutant freak or something. Everywhere she goes, she f***in' absorbs people's thoughts and s***," I explain. Then a wicked smile creeps onto my face. "It's actually pretty addictive...the power, I mean."

I remove my glove slowly. Lenny might finally be useful to me for once in his life.

"I can't bring myself to stop," I confess as I choke Lenny. I watch his eyes roll back into his head as his brain is drained. When I'm done with him, I look at the other two boys - Rico and Jeremiah.

"You shouldn't have followed this b**** here...she's crazy."

And the last thing I remember is grabbing the two of them and watching them pass out.
 
Deadpool

Wade burst through the main doors of the X-mansion holding his previously looted games console in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

"ITS ****ING RAINING!" Exclaimed Wade, his skill at pointing out the obvious in a grand and often vulgar fashion shining through.

"Why did nobody tell me!? You know how long this costume takes to dry clean!?"

There was nobody in the room to hear his outcries of rage and frustration. So he sat down next to a big wood burning fire in an attempt to dry himself off, mumbling incoherently about how dead the weatherman is going to be. Just as Wade had got cozy an alarm blared from within the Mansion.

"What!? I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! Well, I might have run over your mailbox by accident, it was pretty crappy visibility out there you know? Can hardly say it was a malevolent act."


As always Wade's assumption was that whenever something happens, it is because of him. The world, in his head, revolved around his actions. Not once did Deadpool ever suspect that he was not the cause of the alarm and hurried back outside to appease the angry blaring noise.

"OK I'LL FIX THE DAMN MAILBOX!" He said picking up his umbrella once again and braving the harsh drizzle outside.
 
"Still doesn't answer what you are or what you're doing here....three...two.."

I start to push the button on my visor. In about two seconds, the furry intruder is gonna be turned into swiss cheese.
"I'm here to find out what he knows."
 
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Hannibal was on his knees behind a large wooden crate. After a rather long and troublesome trip down to the docks to further investigate the murder of a homeless man, a murder seemingly committed by one of the undead, King was not a happy camper.

Man, these pants are brand spanking new, and here I am rubbing'em in the dirt. For crap's sake, it's not like I can go out during the day and buy new ones, and I dare you to find an Open 24-7 Pants Store.
Note to self; look into starting an Open 24-7 Pants store.

He slowly began to make his way between crates. A few feet away, stood two police officers, one of which Hannibal recognized. Detective Vaughan, an insanely muscular man much taller than him. Earlier that night, Hannibal had been lurking in the shadows of an NYPD building, and he was sure that this Vaughan was someone he needed to keep an eye on.
It wasn't something he could pinpoint, but there was...something..about him that didn't sit well with Hannibal.
Vaughan stood over the body, closely examining it. He reached down and tilted the corpse's head, revealing the two identical puncture wounds on the neck. Vaughan nodded and stood up.

"Yep, it's what I thought. This is the fourth one this month," he called over to the police officer behind him, who looked as if he was guarding something. "if Frost doesn't start taking it easy, it won't be long 'fore he gets busted. Aw hell, You know what to do. Get it done, and call me when you finish."
Vaughan stood back up, and Hannibal was reminded of the sheer height of the man. He walked over to the visibly nervous police officer and patted him on the back.

"y..Yes sir.." he quietly whispered.

Vaughan made his way past the officer.

Where are YOU going, mister mountain. Oh, you're coming this way. "##%$"!

Hannibal scrambled to make his way around the crate, narrowly escaping Vaughan's eye-line.
And once again, just for a fraction of a second, Vaughan paused. As if he had seen Hannibal.

Phew. That puckered up my butthole.

Hannibal waited for Vaughan to reach his car and drive off.
As the sound of the car faded, even from Hannibal's enhanced hearing, he glanced from behind his cover at the crime scene.

Holy plot-twist, Hannibal!

The young police officer was walking back and forth, destroying the crime scene. Hannibal observed the man pick up various things and chuck them into the water. Finally, silently and lightning fast, he stepped out from behind the crate.

"I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, but, shouldn't you be doing that the other way around?" Hannibal called out, a wry smile on his face.

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The young officer jumped backwards and twisted his body to face Hannibal. Hannibal could see sweat start to bead his face and his lips begin to tremble. The startled officer and Hannibal exchanged looks.
Hannibal sighed loudly.

"Ugh, I know that look. You're going to shoot at me, aren't you?"

No sooner had Hannibal finished his, quite rhetorical, question, than shots began to fly past him.
With amazing agility and speed, Hannibal seemingly lifted off his feet and glided through the air towards the man, dodging the bullets that came barreling towards him.

Nooo, I won't NEED the gun, I said. Nothing bad'll happen, I said. Why do I ever listen to me?

The officer's face went from shock to pure terror when he saw Hannibal sail through the air towards him. Bullets streaked past King, none hitting their mark. He flew over the man's head and landed behind him.
With a quick elbow to the back of the had, the man was down.

"Why you idiots insist on shooting at me baffles me. I mean, why do you ALWAYS go for your guns? Is it something about me? Is it the beard? 'Cause the ladies dig the beard." said Hannibal to his unconscious attacker.

"Oh well, I should probably go do that," Hannibal gestured over to the corpse. "If you're cool with that, just lay there and do nothing. Okay, cool, I appreciate it."

Hannibal turned around and made his way over to the pale corpse of yet another victim to the bloodsuckers he despised.
Every time he saw someone who had been attacked by a vampire, a mixture of sadness and self-loathing filled him. He had made a career out of hunting them down and killing them, even though he was one of them.

No. I'm not like them. I'm not...one of them.

Hannibal shook his head, and rubbed his eyes hard. He kneeled beside the body, closely examining the neck wounds.
What little doubt he had left over the nature of the crime
eviscerated. This man had been drained.
He stood back up and let his eyes run over the entire body. The man, obviously homeless judging by his filthy, ripped and soiled clothes, seemed odd somehow.
Hannibal couldn't put his finger on it, but something seemed off about him.
He took a few steps to the side, thinking another angle might help.
But he still didn't see it.

There's something off here. Let's see....clothes are tattered, filthy. Body completely drained of blood. Minor contusions on the face, which means he fought back.....What am I looking for?

And like a beam of light, it came to him.

Huh. He seems awfully clean for a homeless guy.

Hannibal quickly kneeled by the body. He checked the nails and teeth, and came to a conclusion.

Unless Colgate toothpaste is using hobos as models, this guy wasn't actually homeless.

King slid his hands over the man's torn jacket and opened it, revealing a ripped t-shirt. Mud had clearly been deliberately rubbed into the shirt, and the color had begun to fade from it.
A small logo, almost invisible due to fading, was position over the chest.
With a little help from his enhanced vision, Hannibal saw what the logo was for.

NYPD. This keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?

Hannibal rose to his feet, and dusted off his pants. Thoughtfully, he looked out at the ocean, almost missing the fact that it wasn't long until the sun began to rise.
Realizing he had little time, Hannibal ran over in his head what he had just found out, while he quickly made his escape from the sunlight stretching it's golden arms after him.

So, apparently, our boy in blue Vaughan isn't only covering up a vampire killing, but a fellow officer? That's low. And that's coming from a guy who drinks pig's blood, for God's sake.
And who was that Frost guy he mentioned?
Looks like ol' Hannibal will have to make another visit to the NYPD.


 
C h a m b e r : Part II​
After briefing with the mutants which were to be led by Jono himself, Magneto dismissed them and they set off on their journey toward Westchester, where a battle seemed to already be brewing. The members of the Brotherhood, which included the Blob, Quicksilver, Toad, and the Scarlet Witch were the select few that Magneto chose to perform this task. The fact that they were being led by some random, unfamiliar mutant disturbed them. Of course the Blob, however, had to be transported by another means. He resembled a rescued elephant most of all, being hung by a harness below the helicopter. The sight was actually quite comical.

"I could've completed this mission three times by now. But no..I'm stuck in this piece of s*it chopper with a human jack-o-lantern."


The nickname didn't bother Jon much--it could have been a lot worse. He noticed that this silver-haired mutant's arrogance exceeded his actual capabilities, which then notified him of a weakness. Jon's eyes drifted off for a second, before noticing Lady Liberty staring him in the face as they flew past. This was it...the time was here. Jonothan knew that it was not in him to kill, but he knew that his control over the power was still very limited. He had not really explored the full capabilities of his powers...for all he knew, with the right amount of concentration, he could level New York. That glowing furnace within his chest and lower torso now began to shine brighter, it's tentacles of energy reaching outward from the core and sizzling in the air. The green skinned pilot of the helicopter then turned around, his black curls snapping backward.

"Dinner time, mates!"


"Dinner time? Mmm, I call the kitchen!", exclaimed the monstrosity of a mutant that hung below them, wriggling in excitement.

"You will focus on the task at hand, you fat imbecile. Capture as many students as you can; and kill whoever attempts to stop you.", the elegant voice of the Scarlet Witch reverberated throughout the helicopter, the Blob's wriggling and writhing now coming to a halt.u

Jon knew it was time. It was time to destroy the home of Charles Xavier, and his team of mutants. It was time to unleash the full fury of what dwelled beneath those black leathers of his. Jon stood, the helicopter becoming a bit tipsy as it approached the lawn of the Institute. The extremely obese mutant, or the Blob was then obviously released as the Helicopter felt more in control. The loud THUD of the fat mutant sent vibrations that rattled the vehicle. The Scarlet Witch had already flown from the vehicle, soaring upward and glowing a bright crimson. Quicksilver was already on the move as well, though Jon could not tell who exited first. He caught a glimpse of the silvery blur breaking through the front door--but something was wrong. He heard the alarm whooping just as the helicopter was turned off. Could it have triggered that quickly? Were they expecting them? Or was there already another intruder? These questions bounced around in Jono's mind as he exited the chopper, watching as Toad bounded up and down in the direction of the rooftop.

Those eyes of dark brown observed the mansion, and it's rather exquisite delicacy. He felt ashamed. Ashamed of destroying something so beautiful, for his own selfish desires. These people were not terrorists...he was the one causing terror. He had become one of them.....one of the bad one's. The deception of Magneto was clear; he would not be restored to his old self ever again. This was his destiny--the power was given to him for a reason, despite the fact that it destroyed his physical appearance.

"Well? DO SOMETHIN' YA' FACELESS *****!"

Although he had no need to breathe, Jono could smell breath of the Blob, who was standing right over him. It resembled the smell of dumpster...filled with dead fish and feces. Jon turned to him, and responded with that projected telepathy.

<Right-o.>


And with that, a burst of light illuminated the entire grounds. The rain, that had been pouring since they got there, seemed to avoid the area where this energy was being projected--which was Jon's chest. The Blob stood there horrified and in shock just before a blast was released from Starsmore's chest. The bolts of energy connected with the fat belly of the beast, sending him soaring upwards. Little did Toad know, the now aerial 600 pound man was now falling in his direction.

"Oh ruddy h--"

The two collided just before Toad reached a skylight, and they crashed through the rooftop of the mansion destroying level after level as they fell to the bottom floor.


Jon projected his telepathy once again, sending a message to all of the Brotherhood members he arrived with..

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<Alright, you gits. Who's next?>
 
Deadpool

After raiding some unknown residents wardrobe, switching his regular Red and Blacks for a more casual outfit (To be specific a worn T-shirt and some Khaki shorts that were at least two sizes too small.) Deadpool walked back into the main mansion hall and sat back by the fire, lighting up another one of Logan's cigars. He had no idea what was going on with the unidentified mutant lurking about somewhere, just that it was certainly none of his business, even if he was now an 'X-Man' he figured his old buddy Howlett could handle things.

He was looking out of the window gazing upon the mansion's impressive lawn, mentally taking note of the pool about the size of a football pitch when he heard the whir of Helicopter blades. Confused at the sound being so near Wade rose from his chair and went to take a closer look.


"GUYS! Theres a chopper landing in your garden! Anybody? Is this usual? Are we expecting company of any kind? Cos if so they're here. Boy, Baldy is gonna be pissed when he sees the mess they made of the grass... OH CRAP they crushed the mail box! I got wet trying to fix that damn thing for nothin!... IS ANYBODY HEARING THIS OR AM I TALKING TO MYSELF!?"


Wade sighed and sat back down in his chair partly content that whatever the hell was going on outside was a regular occurrence for these people. He heard a distant bang that got his attention and he peered outside once more.

"What the hell is that... looks like a giant ball of lard... it's headed straight for us... fast... are we freaked out now? Is this still usual? HELLOOOO!?'

The mansion roof suddenly caved in as the projectile smashed through the skylight destroying the stairs and ceiling, landing directly at Deadpool's feet.

"JESUS H CHRIST! THEY'RE FIRING FAT PEOPLE AT US!!"
 
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JAMES HOWLETT: WOLVERINE
Year I - Part 8


Wolverine thumped down the stairs, getting closer and closer to the basement with each step. Jean Grey followed close behind him. Suddenly, an alarm began to go off.

"The hell is that?" Wolverine grunted without slowing.

"It's Cerebro." Jean replied.

"Who's Cerebro?"

"No, Cerebro isn't... Look, he's in the basement, alright? We've got to hurry!"

The two X-Men tore through the mansion, finally reaching the area that housed Cerebro. Cyclops has already caught up to the intruder...

"Somebody has developed the technology to cure mutancy and your Wolverine was a part of it."

"Still doesn't answer what you are or what you're doing here....three...two.."

"I'm here to find out what he knows."

Wolverine muscles past Cyclops and takes out his claws, eyes trained on the elf.

"Take a break, one-eye. Let the grown-ups sort this out."

"Wolverine, yes?"

"You wanna talk, bub? Do it while you've still got lungs in your chest."

"The mutanzy regrezzion program... what do you--"

Suddenly, Jean's communicator crackles to life.

"Uh... hello? X-people? Does this thing even work?"

"Deadpool?"

"The one and only!"

"What do you want?"

"Um... well, we're kinda... like, under attack."

"Under attack? What do you mean? Who's attacking us?"

"Uh... the fat people?"

Everyone is silent for a moment.

"Wait... what did you just say?"

"I know this seems like a joke but it's really not! A fat guy fell through the roof and... oh my God! Hang on... Yep, there's a frog man here! A big frog man!"

Wolverine shakes his head.

"Alright, let's get everyone upstairs!"

As Cyclops and Jean head for the stairs, Wolverine turns to the elf.

"You want to know what I know, little fella? Help us clean up this mess and I'll tell ya."
 
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JAMES HOWLETT: WOLVERINE
Year I - Part 8


Wolverine thumped down the stairs, getting closer and closer to the basement with each step. Jean Grey followed close behind him. Suddenly, an alarm began to go off.

"The hell is that?" Wolverine grunted without slowing.

"It's Cerebro." Jean replied.

"Who's Cerebro?"

"No, Cerebro isn't... Look, he's in the basement, alright? We've got to hurry!"

The two X-Men tore through the mansion, finally reaching the area that housed Cerebro. Cyclops has already caught up to the intruder...

"Somebody has developed the technology to cure mutancy and your Wolverine was a part of it."

"Still doesn't answer what you are or what you're doing here....three...two.."

"I'm here to find out what he knows."

Wolverine muscles past Cyclops and takes out his claws, eyes trained on the elf.

"Take a break, one-eye. Let the grown-ups sort this out."

"Wolverine, yes?"

"You wanna talk, bub? Do it while you've still got lungs in your chest."

"The mutanzy regrezzion program... what do you--"

Suddenly, Jean's communicator crackles to life.

"Uh... hello? X-people? Does this thing even work?"

"Deadpool?"

"The one and only!"

"What do you want?"

"Um... well, we're kinda... like, under attack."

"Under attack? What do you mean? Who's attacking us?"

"Uh... the fat people?"

Everyone is silent for a moment.

"Wait... what did you just say?"

"I know this seems like a joke but it's really not! A fat guy fell through the roof and... oh my God! Hang on... Yep, there's a frog man here! A big frog man!"

Wolverine shakes his head.

"Alright, let's get everyone upstairs!"

As Cyclops and Jean head for the stairs, Wolverine turns to the elf.

"You want to know what I know, little fella? Help us clean up this mess and I'll tell ya."

As much as it pisses me off, I follow Logan's orders and follow Jean upstairs.

"What the hell is going on?"

Before Deadpool can answer me, the roof collapses and debris starts to fall. In one split second, I grab Jean by the waist and pull the two of us two safety. I'm postioned awkwardly ontop of her as the seconds drag by...

"Umm..sorry about that Jean....I mean..."

I'm starting to blush when Deadpool snaps me back to reality..

"JESUS H CHRIST! THEY'RE FIRING FAT PEOPLE AT US!!"
 
Hey, slimjim!" He said pointing to Cyclops "This aint the time for some hanky panky, its raining fat guys, now if you'd please make sure that the human hunk o lard is actually dead we can move on."

Deadpool sighed to himself,
"Kids today. Minds only on one thing."
 
(IC: Jean Grey)

“You better be,” Jean said, throwing Cyclops off her telekinetically. “You should learn I don’t need to be saved,” She jumped to her feet and looked around.

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The Deadpool guy was a hand full. He smelled, looked, and sounded, like an ass. She didn’t even truly know him, but if anything, she knew that she hated him.

“It isn’t raining ‘fat people’ and if you say one more word. One. Single. Word. I’ll make sure you can’t think about anything other than Wolverine, in the nude, dancing to the latest Britney Spears’ song for the rest of your life. Got it?” Jean placed her hand on her hand and looked at the pathetic collection of men around her. “Ok. I just need a moment to clear my head,” She blinked, making sure this was really happening. It was. She grunted and walked back towards Cerebro.

“Cerebro, the machine the Professor and I are working on, is in lockdown mode. I am the only one, other than Charles, who can shut it down. Meaning, I need to get in there. Do any of you-“ She looked at those same pathetic collection of men again. “…think you could assist me in this?”

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(IC: Jean Grey)

“You better be,” Jean said, throwing Cyclops off her telekinetically. “You should learn I don’t need to be saved,” She jumped to her feet and looked around.

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The Deadpool guy was a hand full. He smelled, looked, and sounded, like an ass. She didn’t even truly know him, but if anything, she knew that she hated him.

“It isn’t raining ‘fat people’ and if you say one more word. One. Single. Word. I’ll make sure you can’t think about anything other than Wolverine, in the nude, dancing to the latest Britney Spears’ song for the rest of your life. Got it?” Jean placed her hand on her hand and looked at the pathetic collection of men around her. “Ok. I just need a moment to clear my head,” She blinked, making sure this was really happening. It was. She grunted and walked back towards Cerebro.

“Cerebro, the machine the Professor and I are working on, is in lockdown mode. I am the only one, other than Charles, who can shut it down. Meaning, I need to get in there. Do any of you-“ She looked at those same pathetic collection of men again. “…think you could assist me in this?”

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Deadpool nearly blurted out 'OH ME! ME!' but remembered the threat of Britney Spears. "She went too far, Jimmy butt ass naked fine. But Spears music? Man, thats harsh." He thought to himself.

He forced his mouth closed and went to take a look out of the window.
 
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JAMES HOWLETT: WOLVERINE
Year I - Part 9


"Do any of you think you could assist me in this?"

Wolverine glances back the way they came, studying the thick steels doors that hid Cerebro.

"I might be able to cut 'er open... but I think that metal might need some softenin' up."

Logan turns and stares at Cyclops.

"Hate to say it, kid... but it looks like I could use yer help on this one."
 
"This is no ordinary school is it? Still If I get to ask Wolverine a few questions at the end of this impending battle, you are welcome to my services."
 
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JAMES HOWLETT: WOLVERINE
Year I - Part 9


"Do any of you think you could assist me in this?"

Wolverine glances back the way they came, studying the thick steels doors that hid Cerebro.

"I might be able to cut 'er open... but I think that metal might need some softenin' up."

Logan turns and stares at Cyclops.

"Hate to say it, kid... but it looks like I could use yer help on this one."

I smile as my hands move to my visor.

"Not a problem."

The optic blast tears a hole through the heavy steel doors. I move the blast downwards until the two door halves fall to the ground with a thud.

"Your welcome, Logan."

I cross my arms and look over at Jean with a smile, I'm just glad the visor hides my eyes.
 
As Jon sprinted in the direction of the mansion, the two Brotherhood members were already recovering inside...

The Blob sat up, shaking his head. Little did he know that his amphibious accomplice was stuck to his back.

"Hold on a damn minute!"

He then pulled himself off of the Blob's back, before leaping onto the ceiling. His webbed fingers seemed to perform as an adhesive.

"I'm gonna' slime up a few of these little students, and take them back to the chopper. You help take this bloody place down!"

"Mmm, I can't wait to have a taste of them all! This is better than that 110 Item buffet at--"

The Scarlet Witch, obviously infuriated, flew in through the large hole in the wall. She was firing hexes at the fleeing students, stunning them one by one, and sending them to the ground. Quicksilver had also approached, beaming at the two idiots.

"You idiots! I swear, if I see you two bull*****ting around the task at hand one more time, I will inform Magnus; and trust me, you don't want me to do that."

The two seemed to be frightened out of their minds, as if they just saw "The Excorsist" for the first time. Immediately they set off to kidnap the students, the Blob stomping and moving like a fat elephant.

<<Not so fast!>>

The rather luminescent form of Jon Starsmore then stepped into the now destroyed area, which seemed to be the foyer. That psionic furnace of energy was churning within his torso, chest, and lower jaw. But something...was wrong. The energy was becoming uncontrollable. The flames leaped outward, now serving as a warning for nobody to get anywhere near him. Even the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver looked a bit worried, as they watched. It then became clear to Jon...that this was Magneto's plan all along. He knew that Jonothan had no control over his power yet, and that his emotions would get the best of him. How stupid of him to even think that he could be repaired. The energy then became even more intensified, the area around him becoming singed and black. He couldn't hold it much longer...it...

<<NOOOOOO!>>

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The telepathic scream would be heard by even the weakest of telepath's, projecting into the minds of every occupant in the mansion--and then it happened. The blast was catastrophic. The flames and biokinetic energy were released, connecting with the structure of the mansion and then causing violent explosions. The roof ripped from it's hinges and flew upwards immediately, probably soaring a few miles before landing on some unlucky victims. It seemed one entire side of the mansion had been blasted off. Magneto's scheme was complete. Jon fell to his knees, drained and completely remorseful. He put his face in his hands.

<<I'm....so sorry.>>

The projected telepathy would reach the minds of the students, faculty, and even the Brotherhood members before he slumped down on the ground unconscious.
 
Deadpool

"Fatso's wakin' up! Blue guy! Get the kids outa here!" Shouted Deadpool as he noticed three more intruders moving on the mansion. He took notice of a man with a bright dangerous looking light emanating from his torso.

"Have to hand it to these X-guys, sure now how to throw a good party." Deadpool said to himself drawing a sword from his back and holding it across his chest in a defensive position moving to a group of young kids too scared to move. He noticed as the frog guy he saw earlier jumped up to the roof and stuck to it. Normally he would have got him down the hard way but right now he felt an urge to do something he'd never done in his life. Protect someone.

A woman dressed in scarlet floated in through the hole in the roof followed by a young silver haired man. He anchored himself between them and the kids, ready for whatever the they could throw at him. The woman hit a few stragglers with some sort of energy projectiles as the white haired man barked orders at the rest.

"C'mon, I got a pointy bit of metal with your name on it kiddo."
He said to himself staring down the unusually fast white haired man. Just as they made eye contact the young man missing a torso and lower face burst through the whole in the wall.

"Oh this cant be good."


The man seemed to struggle within himself, with his powers, he screamed inside Deadpool's head and everything went black...
 
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JAMES HOWLETT: WOLVERINE
Year I - Part 10


"Get outta here!" Logan shouts to the others as one of the intruders begins to explode from within.

Once the group has moved far enough away, Wolverine looks back. The elf suddenly appears next to him in a puff of smoke, dropping an armful of young students.

"Any more kids left in there?"

The elf shakes his head.

"I do not think so."

"Deadpool is still in there!" Jean shrieks.

"Tough. Looks to me like that guy is gonna blow any--"

A loud explosion rips through the air, accompanied by a telepathic message...

<<I'm... so sorry.>>

The group feels the intense heat of flames, even from the distance.

"Damn." Wolverine grumbles.

"He might still be alive! Deadpool might have survived! We've got to go back for him!"

"Sorry, Jeannie... but there ain't no way that freak survived."

Ignoring Wolverine's words, Jean turns to Cyclops.

"Scott, I should be able to hold most of the flames back for a few minutes! If you can dash in..."

"I'm... I don't know, Jean."

Wolverine rolls his eyes and begins to march towards the blaze.

"Vhere are you going?" The elf asks.

"To see if that lunatic survived."

"But Logan, your... your skin..."

"Nothin's gonna burn off that ain't been burned off before."

And just like that, Wolverine dissapears behind a wall of flame.
 
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JAMES HOWLETT: WOLVERINE
Year I - Part 10


"Get outta here!" Logan shouts to the others as one of the intruders begins to explode from within.

Once the group has moved far enough away, Wolverine looks back. The elf suddenly appears next to him in a puff of smoke, dropping an armful of young students.

"Any more kids left in there?"

The elf shakes his head.

"I do not think so."

"Deadpool is still in there!" Jean shrieks.

"Tough. Looks to me like that guy is gonna blow any--"

A loud explosion rips through the air, accompanied by a telepathic message...

<<I'm... so sorry.>>

The group feels the intense heat of flames, even from the distance.

"Damn." Wolverine grumbles.

"He might still be alive! Deadpool might have survived! We've got to go back for him!"

"Sorry, Jeannie... but there ain't no way that freak survived."

Ignoring Wolverine's words, Jean turns to Cyclops.

"Scott, I should be able to hold most of the flames back for a few minutes! If you can dash in..."

"I'm... I don't know, Jean."

Wolverine rolls his eyes and begins to march towards the blaze.

"Vhere are you going?" The elf asks.

"To see if that lunatic survived."

"But Logan, your... your skin..."

"Nothin's gonna burn off that ain't been burned off before."

And just like that, Wolverine dissapears behind a wall of flame.

Deadpool awoke to a very warm sensation.

"Geez, its like an oven in here... Oh." Deadpool looked around and saw that not only was the entire mansion on fire, but his legs were on the wrong way.

"Oooohhh thats gonna hurt in the mornin." he said lifting off the beam that had landed on him, his healing factor kicking into overdrive to get his spine back in the right place.

"Ow! Now then... which way is out? All i see is fire, you'd think this place would have fire exits right?"

Deadpool scanned the surrounding area for an exit but the smoke had gotten too thick, he could feel his lungs degenerating at a pace his healing could barely keep up. Suddenly a figure emerged from the flames.

"JIMMY! Awwww, I knew you'd come save me buddy." He said practically leaping into his arms.

"And IIIIIIIIII III IIIIII WILLL ALWAYS LOOOVEE YOOOUUUUUUU!!"

Logan did not look amused.
 
It would then seem as if the flames that engulfed that part of the mansion were then sucked out, quickly retracting to their owner, Jonothan. These flames were no ordinary flames, they were composed of psionic energy. Jon was unconscious still, but that vortex of energy still churned within his chest. It was as if the furnace of energy had simply sucked the destruction away, retreating back into the catalyst that caused it.

Jon did not mean for any of this to happen. Magneto knew his powers reacted to his emotions. He knew that he would turn against the Brotherhood, and aid the X-Men. Yet he also knew that Jon would make the mistake of underestimating the power that flowed within what was left of his body.

He was now in the hands of this mutant faction, who would hopefully understand the mistake that he made.
 
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JAMES HOWLETT: WOLVERINE
Year I - Part 11


As Deadpool finishes his rendition of Whitney Houston's classic love song, Wolverine punches him in the face and knocks him unconscious.

"Just 'cause I gotta save ya, don't mean I gotta listen to ya." He grumbles.

He flings the unconscious assassin over his shoulder and moves through the flame, feeling his skin boil as he moves. Suddenly, it is all over. The fire is gone. Wolverine turns and sees another unconscious man on the floor... the man who exploded. He flings him over the other shoulder and heads back to the rest of the team.

"So... can I kill him now, or did one of you have dibs?"

The other X-Men don't know what is stranger: Wolverine's slowly regenerating flesh, the unconscious invader, or Deadpool's backwards legs. It had been a hell of a day...
 

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