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[Vixandra]

Rogue

"So do think think Deadhand will be winning the wet t-shirt contest then," I quipped over the radio with a roll of my eyes.

As I pushed open the door in front of us, a large commotion sounded behind us. I shot a glance over my shoulder- zombies and lots of them headed our way at a slobbering run.

Pushing my way inside the room, I found that hey, there were zombies here too.
"Great," I muttered, sliding a pair of clear glasses on to keep the splatter that was sure to ensue from my eyes.

"Deadhand, we've got a problem here..."

 

[Screech]

Deadhand frowned at the 'wet t-shirt' comment, and was about to snap back a response, when the grumble on moan of the zombie workers reached their ears. Rogue had dived into the other room just as Dead Hand had drawn his blade.

"Deadhand, we've got a problem here..."

Backing into the room, he bumped into Rogue's back much sooner than expected. Slamming the door closed with his foot, he span around. "What's got you so.... " He spotted the zombie horde. "oh."

He took a deep breath. "This really isn't my day...." He stepped forward, ready to bring permanent death to the zombies. He didn't have to wait long as they lunged forward as one mass. Dead Hand struck out at them

An arm came off

A head rolled on the floor

A hand sailed past.

Damn, there were alot of them!

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard's voice suddenly rang out over the internal communication system. He was cracking jokes, of course, as well as insulting the microphone. Suddenly, the fire alarm started going off, a klaaxon horn sounding loudly.

"Cover your eyes and ears, kiddies, Foamy's on his way." With that, the suppression system kicked in, and foam started to spray all over in every room except the control room.

 

[Vixandra]

Rogue

I had a moment to think that I did not want to see Remy again for the first time soaked in fire retardant foam before the system opened above me.

0 to soaked in 3.5 seconds.

In disgust, I took to the air, mainly to get off the slippery floors. However, even the air wasn't safe as the zombies had found out they could throw things, occasionally each other.

Growling, I found a set of snow chains and began wheeling those around me as I hovered behind Deadhand. We were going to have to push our way outside if we wanted any hope of getting out alive...

 

[Screech]

Oh this was just perfect! Fire retardant foam making everything super-slippery! Not very useful in a fight, as he soon found out. A lunge with his blade got it lodged in one of the zombie's chests, and the foam, having slicked the handle meant that when it fell backward, his blade slipped out of his gloved hands.

"Aw crap! Ok, ok. Time to think. Quick-quick! Uhhhh.... Oh to hell with it!"

Dead Hand lunged forward with his fist, bringing it into contact with a zombie's face

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard was, meanwhile, trying to access the communications gear, hoping to get ahold of someone..ANYONE...who could help. That other signal was still bothering him. Who else besides him, Rogue, and Dead Hand, would have an Xcom. He didn't know Gambit and Psylocke were on there way, as they weren't close enough to register on the scanner, which he had pocketed after having entered.

"How's the weather in there? Want me to freeze the foam for you?" He said with an impish grin on his face, watching them on the monitors.

 

[Vixandra]

Rogue

"You will so fucking pay for this," I hissed into my mike as I weild the chains like a pair of battle floggers, the thump of the links against the zombies solid and gory. Blood splattered, along with peices of bone, skin and thicker things as I worked, hovering over an ever-deepening pool of foam, blood and gore.

"How about a water rain to get ride of the gore," I said, cursing as I ripped off a zombies hand with the chains. Surprised me that did. Who in the hell kept sharp-edged snow chains?!?

More zombies were pouring into the room in a flood of doom from the doors that Deadhand and I entered through along with from another set of double doors that seemed to lead to a hanger. Behind us, the roll-up doors of the garage were closed.

"You know, you could get out here and help," I told the kid over the radio. "Help would be nice right about now..."

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard sighed. He didn't know anyone else who was so difficult to please. He routed pipes and water started spraying out of the fire system instead of foam. He also managed to start some of the lights going. He also found a remote that would allow him to work the computer while out there. He ducked outside the control room, and started to make his way to the room they were in.

"Hey, at least I'm not making it melt inside."

 

[Shaq]

Fantomex

The Dark Beast put his hands behind his back and clasp his hands together as he looked at Storm.

"A pity." he says.

"I did so hope you would simply give in. It would be far less pain, for someone wom I respect so much. Emplate."

The monster grabbed Storm's face and the veins began to enlarge as the mutant pathogen that ran through his body began to infect the X-Man. The pain was excruciating. As the mutant ability of Emplate feasted on Storm's bone marrow and began to eat into her body.

Unlike the other victims though, McCoy ran frantically to retrieve something behind him. After Emplate released Storm's face McCoy crept down by her weakened side. He held in his hands a syringe.

Just as he grabbed Storm's arm and prepared to inject her Fantomex moved swiftly and put his hand in front of the Dark Beast's face.

He held another syringe. Frowning, McCoy took the syringe from Fantomex and injected Storm.

The pain began to decrease.

McCoy then administered the syringe he held originally in Storm. Almost instantly the pain she had been feeling stopped.

She was also starting to regain her strength.

"I had hoped you would accept it." Fantomex began.

"It is inevitable Storm. Like mutation. Like good and evil. But what is not inevitable is understanding. Apart from our friend Wolverine and....some others, you X-Men do not understand good or evil and how subjective it really is. But I'm going show you. Actually, Storm, you're going to show yourselves."

"Fatale? Do just as I instructed you. And bring as many of our associates who are ready. If they aren't ready and don't want to come threaten them."

The teleporting mutant nods and in a flash of light teleports away.

"Storm, do you know why the X-Men were never considered evil? Because you never had to be. You all could afford to call Magneto evil because you were disconnected to the pain and the suffering of mutantkind. You could afford to call Apocalypse evil because you do not see that when you send aid to 3rd world countries to help people who are going to die anyway, you prolong their miserable lives at the expense of a person who actually had a chance to live in a country not infested with aids. You could call Galactus evil because you did not feel the hunger. But now, you will know. You will see and they will see."

Fantomex smirks.

"We are only in the small cellar of one of the homes here. Meager. You will find, that unlike the residents of this ill fated town you are not under Emplates control. No, instead, Storm, you are under the power of what controls Emplate. We'll see you outside Storm."

Fantomex turns to McCoy.

"This went quicker than I anticipated. I hope he is ready."

Fantomex pulls an object out of his uniform. He presses a button and it begins beeping.

"Endgame. Move now."

He promptly closes the device and resumes looking at Storm.

"I will tell you this now Storm. We can keep this entire affair a secret. We can take back what we gave you. But you have to give us Rogue. Give us Rogue, and you can have back your life. The Professor, Jean, you can have them all. But you must give us Rogue. The future depends on it, if you only knew."

Fantomex walks away as McCoy and Emplate follow, each grinning at Storm menacingly.

The trio leave Storm alone.

Her strength seems to be returning and she is relatively uninjured.

Why did they leave her and what did they inject her with?

 

[Shaq]

Fantomex

"Let some of them go. Emplate." Fantomex says.

He sees a young woman walking around.

"Her." he says and begins to walk over to her.

He pulls out a gun and puts it to her head.


"Do you know who I am?" he says.

The woman shakes her head frantically.

"Release more Emplate."

Fantomex raises his other gun and fires a shot in the air that makes a loud sound.

"Eva", he thinks. "this is where we part ways with our cohorts."

"More Emplate, now." Fantomex says as he sees a flash of light out of the corner of his eye.

"Nice to see you again!" he screams.

"Make sure to get everything."

He looks around and sees that Emplate has let go of his mental hold of some of the residents. Even in their weakened and frightened state they recognize the woman and begin to come to her aid.

When he feels they are close enough to see her eyes he pulls the trigger and a mist of blood gushes from the back of her head and after a quick twitch she falls to the ground lifeless.

"I am an X-Man!!!" Fantomex screams.

"And mutantkind will take our place ruling atop the Earth!" he says as he begins to fire at mutilple people purposely trying to injure but not kill anyone else.

Eva flies toward him and he begins to walk onto his partner.

McCoy nods and stands by Fatale.

"Get him or her." Fantomex says and hands him the communicator he spoke into earlier. He then boards Eva. In a flash they fly off leaving Fatale with Emplate and McCoy.

 

[Shaq]

Psicout

"Well, uh" Psicout thinks frantically about how he can explain this.

"Uh, timeout guys, Mister Logan is back." he says into his cellphone.

"Well, we weren't training and we were getting scared something might-"

"Whoa!" Spectre's eyes widens when he sees the knife approaching and dives toward the ground. He sees the shadows that Wolverine is casting and uses his powers to dissolve into the shadown seeking refuge. Hoping to avoid a lecture he continues moving in the darkness and slips away.

"Whaa? AAAAH!!" Psicout cries out as the blade enters his left shoulder.

"I said timeout you fucking asshole!!!!!!" he cries at the top of his lungs.

"Mark down!" the sound can faintly be heard in the distance as Julian Keller AKA Hellion uses the same telekinetic powers he used to hurl the knife to fly closer to his victim when he sees Wolverine is standing in front of them.

"Oh shit. The teachers are back!" he thinks as he quickly falls to the ground and hopes to hide.

Elixer quickly kneels down beside Psicout and removes the blade. He then puts his hand on his shoulder and quickly begins to heal the wound.

"Josh! Santo's team got us. He broke Laurie's arm. We need you." Blindfold says over their cell phones.

After Psicout is fully healed Josh rises and begins to run to help heal the others who were hurt during their game.

Psicout rises and begins to speak while rubbing his shoulder.

"We were kinda scared mister logan. After the Professor and all the teachers were missing we thought it might be some kinda attack. Julian thought we should be ready so we decided to have a combat training session except we would use real force. But Icarus and Elixer were around to heal anyone if they got hurt. And it was all Julian's idea!" Psicout says sheepishly.

 

[Vixandra]

Rogue and the zombies

Somewhere I'd managed to loose one of the snow chains but I'd aquired a fireman's style ax instead. I couldn't stop from singing under my breath, "My axe is my buddy, we both cry with the trees/me and my axe will bring the devil to his knees!"

It was getting harder to stay near Deadhand as the bodies piled higher, harder to push toward some kind of an exit.

I lost a peice of my suit over my right shoulder, picked up a gash along my cheek and still I fought. And still they came.

Clear water rained down on us, washing away some of the gore and most of the foam, which was a bit of an improvement. Things weren't so slippery anymore, which was a bonus.

I was glad I'd put on the glasses.

A particularly fat man grabbed from the left as another lunched from the front, forcing me to flip over the fat one, letting the lunger fall face first onto the ground.

In that flip, I caught a look at the fat man and recognised him... he looked familiar, though it'd probably be easier to recognise him if he wasn't trying to kill me and I wasn't trying to rip his arms off.

Its kinda hard to identify someone when you've ripped thier arms off and beat thier face in with them I found.

 

[Screech]

Dead Hand was getting pushed back to the doorway, the zombies ahead being more substantial than the ones behind. He continued to punch at any that got near until he was forced to the door. He grunted as one of the Zombies managed to scratch accross his stomach.

"Hold them off! I'm going to clear the corridor!"

Dead Hand spun and planted a powerful kick to one of the zombie's heads before forcing his way back out into the corridor.

"Hey you freaks! Free meal!!"

The zombies closest seemed to focus their attention on him. Excellent. Time to put the plan into action. He turned ands sprinted off down the corridor, the zombies shuffling after him. He knew Wizard was this way, and that, by enacting this plan, they would both be seperated from Rogue. But then, she was a survivor.

Dead Hand grinned as he saw Wizard running toward him. "Wizard! Stop! The zombies are chasing me! Rogue is holding her own!"

He charged up his hands

Just as he reached Wizard, he swung with a punch to the gut, releasing his electrical charge into the young mutant.

"Sorry kiddo"

Without waiting to see if Wizard was downed from the shocking blow, Dead Hand tapped his hidden comlink on his belt. "Dead Hand to The Chief! Package collect - NOW!"

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard, Cable, and Sabertooth

Wizard gasped, then collapsed. He hadn't expected the rabbitpunch to the gut, least of all from Dead Hand. His last thought before losing consciousness was that Rogue needed him.

---

Cable winced, as he felt some of the timestream changing. This wasn't good. Someone else had gotten to Wizard first. He had to hurry, so he bodyslid to Wizard's last known coordinates according to his computer, and found Dead Hand carrying him off.

---

Sabertooth howled loudly, then started slicing through zombies with his claws. He knew monsters when he smelled them, and someone had turned the entire town into them. He attacked in a rage, but not blindly, being drawn to a building whose doors he ripped off hinges as he went. He was unsure what was drawing him on, but he wasn't one to ignore his instincts.

 

[Screech]

Dead Hand felt the displacement of air, and a strange sound from behind him. It didn't sound like a zombie, so that was promising. Perhaps it was the teleporter? He turned around to see the imposing figue of Nate Summers, aka, Cable.

"Oh. Erm... this... isn't what it looks like. Uhh.... The kid just...uhhh... needed a nap is all. Power expenditure and stuff..."

He was backing off as he spoke, still with Wizard slung over his shoulder. Between the zombies and Cable, this was turning out to be a real bad day...

 

[dragonrazor]

Cable stared at Dead Hand for a moment, and drew his plasma rifle from the holster he kept on his rather large thigh. He was about to take aim and fire, when suddenly Sabertooth slammed open one of the doors, howling again. As Sabertooth sniffed the air, he found his target. His eyes turned not to Dead Hand, but to the body slung over his shoulder.

"I smell a monster that needs to be destroyed." The monstrously large man spoke with an almost inhuman glee.

 

[Screech]

Oh. Great. Not only is there a cyberneticly anhanced man with a large gun in front of him, but a howling lunatic with big sharp claws behind him. Dead Hand's estimations of this being a bad day suddlenly seemed rather optimistic. No, this was a doom-type day. Probably his doom. What he wouldn't give to have atomic farts or something right about now....

Carefully, he put Wizard on the ground against a wall, and stood almost defensivly in front of the unconcious kid.

"Fellas, fellas! Can't we talk about this? I mean, no need to rip poor little unpowered me into tiny pieces. Is there?"

He really, really, REALLY hoped there wasn't. But the way the day had been going, that was probably unlikley

 

[Vixandra]

Rogue

I watched Deadhand bolt off and cursed fluently in both English and French. See, I'd learned quite a bit from Remy.

"Great," I hissed, spinning the ax through a quartet of zombies, not caring if I killed them anymore. It was kill them and live or die horrifically.

I chose to live, no matter the cost.

Instincts I don't remember honing came to the forefront then, my fighting style changing as if I were a different person. And in a way, I was. I kept enough of myself to begin moving to the garage doors.

If Deadhand was going to help Wizard, the boys didn't need me. And I needed to get out of here.

Mouths, hands, hands with mouths, teeth all around me, the stuff of nightmares and still I fought, sweat, blood, water and bits of foam still streaming down my body.

Without Deadhand in the room, I didn't have to check my strength out of concern for another and so I let loose.

Bodies flew, soaring through the air, slamming into the rafters above me, to thier fellows around me, wherever I ended my spin at. Some were bloody, others just broken, depending on if I'd kicked them, hit them with the snow chains or cleaved through thier heads with the ax.

But as many as I finished, more still came, and more scored hits on me. A thrown brick to the side threw me off balance, nearly knocking me into a VW bug in the garage.

Inspired, I picked up the bug and started spinning it around. "Punch Buggy!"

 

[Vixandra]

Rogue

The bug was much much more effective then the ax had been, though it was heavy enough it was starting to tire me out.
Swinging a path closer to the doors, I was about half way across the room and still they came.

"This kind of idiocy can wear a girl out," I muttered, shaking my head to clear the sweat from my eyes.

In the distance, I heard the purr of a motorcyle and I looked up, tilting my head. My concentration was broken by a group of zombies who'd ground-crawled under the swing of the bug.

With a shrug, I slammed the car down on them, which ended up being bad. I cracked the concrete below them and destroyed the area I'd been using as a handhold.

"This is getting rediculous," I growled, pulling a smoke bomb from my backpack. I detonated it and took off in the confusion, landing on top off some oversized SUV. Take a moment to listen, I heard it clearly- there was a motorcycle coming closer.

Only question was it friend or foe, I wondered, kicking a zombie in the face as he tried to climb up onto the SUV's roof.

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard stirred slightly, just as Sabertooth jumped forward. The look in Sabertooth's eyes would have curdled the blood of anyone looking into them, except possibly for Cable, who rarely showed emotion at all. As Sabertooth jumped, Cable fired, hitting him with a stun bolt, and sending him flying against a wall at the same time. He knew that letting him kill Wizard now would only result in Dead Hand's death, which could be bad, really bad. So he did the only thing he could think of, and let Dead Hand get away with him. Even as he fired, he tossed a syringe to Dead Hand. Hopefully, the merc understood it was for Wizard, but just in case, he mouthed the words "inject the kid" to him. Just then, Cable noticed the zombies, and pulled out a plasma grenade, arming it and throwing it at them.

 

[Jeremy Davis]

::He slowed the bike down and looked around the area. Judging from the sound of the tracker they were blocks away from where Rogue was. It was then that Gambit caught the sound of a battle going on and what sounded like a car crashing into the ground over and over again. That's where she is.

He kicked the motorcycle into high gear and headed toward the sound of battle. Once he turned a corner he saw faintly a Volkswagen bug being swung madly around. Thinking quickly, he looked down at the motorcycle. His eyes started to glow softly, then as the glow grew in intensity, the energy errupted from his eyes and engulfed the whole motorcycle. He then lined the vehicle up with the garage and then grabbed Psylocke before leaping off the bike. The bike rolled a few more feet, then twisted and fell, but it momentum kept it moving til it was right in front of the garage. It was then that it exploded in a mass of debris as his mutant power activated. The force of the blast knocked most if not all of the Zombies forward and on their faces. Due to Rogue being behind the bug she was left standing.

When the smoke cleared, all that could be seen of Gambit and Psylocke was what the streetlamp above them illuminated. He reached into the pocket of his trench coat, pulled out his staff and a cigarette. He tucked the staff beneath his arm and light the cigarette with a lighter. A quick inhale followed by a jet of smoke from his nose and the cigarette's end burned a dull red.::

So is this a private party, Cher, or can anyone join the dance?

 

[Vixandra]

Rogue

I managed to avoid the shrapnal from the exploding bike, but the zombies around me hadn't been so lucky.

His words made me smile, from relief, from joy, just because. Then I saw Psylock walk up behind him and knew now wasn't the time for an emotional talk.

"Well, sugah, I suppose I can clear a space on my dance card," I said with a wink. Punt kicking another off the SUV, I leapt from the roof of the vehical an took advantage of the path the shrapnal had cleared.

I floated over to Remy, landing to run a gloved hand over his face. "Just in time, Gambit."

 

[Jeremy Davis]

~His hand went up and touched hers and he looked deeply into her eyes. A smile crossed his face as she spoke and he laughed slightly.~

Well you now how I do love ta make a good entrance. It looks like you could use some help. Care ta fill me in on what is going on? Then again...

~He clicked the button on his staff and it extended from a foot to six feet and he whirled it around before tucking it under his arm again, his body taking a martial arts' style defensive stance.~

Maybe we should wait 'til the we deal with dis mess, no?

~Before she could answer, Gambit pole vaulted behind the approaching line of Zombies, then swept their feet from beneath them with his staff knocking all six to the ground~

 

[Vixandra]

Rogue

"Yeah, I know you love your fancy enterances," I said with a smile, feeling energised. I waved at Psylocke. "Heya, Psy, come to play with the zombies?"

Without waiting for an answer, I stepped up to Gambits side, and started throwing the zombies back toward the back of the room, trying to make a large enough pile to block the door there.

 

[Jeremy Davis]

~Using his staff like a polearm, he Jammed it into the belly of one Zombie and hurled it into another group knocking them all back. He then looked back at Rogue having gotten himself some room.~

Where are da rest of your team? I thought you had a few people with you?

~Looking over his shoulder, he saw a few zombies getting closer that he wanted to him, so he pulled a few darts from his coat, charged them and hurled them to the ground just before the zombies so that the blast knocked them away.~