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| POSTED Friday , July 27, 2007 03:52:59 PM |
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consider yourself lucky. I'm using this oh so active board to pre post my fan fic. This way I can type a little at a time, take breaks when I need to without fear of losing my post, and continue typing later until the whole section is up. Mods, please don't delete this. If you have to, please wait until it has be posted on the x4 board. Thank you
EXT: GENOSHA DAY
Rogue
Logan!
She reaches his side and helps pull him out of the water.
He coughs, spitting out ocean water, at the same time desperately trying to catch his breath. He is clearly exhausted.
Rogue (jokingly)
What took you so long?
Logan
You try swimming with metal bones.
Despite Rogue's grasp, he collapses on the sand. He rolls over onto his back. His breathing begins to even out.
Logan
In five seconds, that thing is scrap metal.
Rogue
It already is.
Logan looks back at her, almost upset that someone else destroyed "his" killer robot.
Rogue shrugs.
Rogue
Long story, but don't worry. Plenty more chances have arrived.
Rogue fills him in as they race toward sentinels number 2 and 3. To Rogue's horror, the two have converged and are now double teaming heir attack. Only the cannonballing mutant is left fighting, but even from their distance away she could see he is on his last legs.
Rogue
These things are just so impractical!
They reach attacking distance, and filed with an overflowing amount of vengeful rage, Wolverine releases both sets of claws and howls as he lunges at the nearest sentinel, sentinel #3.
Catching it mid calf, his claws tear into the steel armor with the most satisfying of metal ripping puncture noises. He begins scaling his way up to the head, slashing away as he goes.
Meanwhile, Rogue slips into one of the couple dozen trenches ripped into the ground. Dodging laser fire and debris, she finds Tabitha and another girl passed out...she hopes they are passed out. Tabitha's right eye is almost swollen shut from a gash above it. The other girl's whole left side is singed, the other side is spotted with lesions.
She carefully shakes Tabitha's shoulder. To her relief she starts to come to, mumbling something barely coherent.
Tabitha
Ran...he just...Dom...ran...
Just then the cannonballing mutant crashes into the trench. He can barely stand from his exertion, but he manages to stager over to them.
He kneels down beside the other girl.
Cannonballing Mutant
Paige?!
She wakes up to her name, but is barely conscious.
Cannonballing Mutant
Hold on, sis.
Then, to Rogue's absolute shock, the cannonball mutant takes hold of her scorched skin and proceeds to pull it back. Like the crispy husk of skin on fried chicken her hide just pulls away, revealing fresh, pink skin underneath.
Tabitha
Gross...
She then falls back into unconsciousness.
Rogue turns to the Cannonball Mutant.
Rogue
Do you think you could get these two inside?
Cannonball (still panting)
Yeah, but three people that far will slow me down. That thing will just pick us off.
Rogue peaks out of the trench. Wolverine is still working on the first one, and they would be easy targets for the other one. But if she could draw it's attention she might buy them enough time. Looking down at Tabitha she gets a plan.
Rogue
I'll cover you.
She gently touches Tabitha's forearm and feels the transfer begin. Although unconscious, Rogue has to keep holding on. If she doesn't take enough, all four of them will be stranded in the open. Veins begin to appear, but she still holds. Their lives depend on her being able to reach that intangible line between coma and death. Something she's never even tried before.
Then like a panic the limit feels immediate and she rips her hand away, breathing heavily from the rush.
Rogue
Wait for it to come after me, then go. Don't look back.
Cannonball nods his understanding.
Then, with a training session strategy in mind, she throws an orb. Using it as cover she hurdles out of the trench.
Landing in a crouch she immediately hurls another one and takes off running. The orb strikes the sentinel's elbow and brings it's full attention to her. She hears it's hydraulics rotating to follow her.
As she looks over her shoulder to make sure Cannonball is getting away she sees both palm cannons charging up at her. All the while the voice in her head is pounding
PLEASEWORKPLEASEWORKPLEAS
EWORK!
Meanwhile Wolverine is now up around Sentinel #3's neck, slicing and slashing away. Sparks are flying, along with a barrage of expletives between grunts, but these larger versions with thinker plating is not making for easy work.
#3, busy struggling with Wolverine, doesn't notice Rogue running straight at it with a tail of laser fire.
She turns sharply and runs between it's legs, using them for cover as the lasers from #2 blast the boot of #3 to pieces.
#3 wobbles, but enough of it's leg remains to keep it's center of gravity balanced. It activates it's other propulsion jet to move out of the line of fire, but not before Rogue is able to throw a volley of orbs at the interior groin joint of the broken leg. They hit their mark, blasting a chunk of metal away and doing enough damage to send the robot off balance and careening through the sky.
As it reaches it's peak, Wolverine abandons ship, sailing some 30 feet through the air before catching himself on sentinel #2 mid flight by stabbing his claws into its chest. He slices to a stop, steadies himself, then begins hacking a way inside towards the processor bay. But the sentinel swats him off.
Wolverine crashes into the ground hard. His claws retract in response to the air being knocked completely out of him. He coughs up blood from internal injuries as he tries to recover.
Rogue makes to run for him, but a charging laser cannon catches the corner of her eye.
The fallen sentinel #3 is an immobilized, crumpled mess, but some parts are still functional. It takes aim at wolverine.
As fast as she can, Rogue scrambles over it's frame towards it's head. She finds the tears at the neck and throws a handful of orbs inside.
The head is annihilated by the explosion, dropping the sentinel dead and throwing Rogue a couple yards, but not before it's last bolt was fired.
It is a direct hit on the barely standing Wolverine. The intense heat scorches his flesh to a crisp, and the force of the blast turns his bones into an indestructible skeletal bullet rocketing backwards into the standing sentinel.
He hits the left knee and buckles it. Wolverine bounces off with an audible CLINK, and the sentinel, unable to recover, collapses into the ground directly on top of Wolverine.
Now it is Rogue's turn to be filled with a vengeful rage.
Rogue
LOGAN!!
She all out sprints toward the robot. She attempts to throw orbs at it, but can feel the borrowed powers finally draining. She manages to throw a few, but they are small and do little damage. But it doesn't matter, the sentinel was destroyed by the fall.
She punches it, not knowing what else to do. She slumps to the ground.
Rogue
Logan, please be ok!
She punches it again, not caring about the pain, but her fit of frustration and horrified dread is cut short by the sound of an explosion coming from the convention center. Turning, she sees a billowing ball of fire rising from its south side. Sentinel #5 hit a gas line. Which means only one thing to Rogue.
The last line has collapsed and now the center is taking direct fire.
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EXT: GENOSHA DAY
Before getting up, before she tries to come up with any semblance of a plan, before she even lets anything sink in, she looks up to the sky and prays that a b-77 blackbird will appear on the horizon to carry her away. But, except for a building overcast haze, the sky is empty, and she realizes one thing.
Bobby was right. A day has finally found her that she can't runaway from. Whatever it is in her that has been avoiding her fate since as long as she can remember has at last been cornered. Whatever future that destiny has in store has finally caught up with her, and there is no running from it now. And to her surprise, she feels relieved. Whatever happens today, at least there will be no more running.
Back at the center, the remaining sentinel attacks the sick and injured completely unimpeded now, blasting at it's methodical leisure. Posts and timbers, palms and beams are turned to splinters and ash. Marble and stone paving is blasted to dust. Ruble rains down on the shields, most of which are still holding.
Rogue arrives, desperately dodging debris as she moves from group to group, looking for someone strong enough to borrow from. Through the sooty air she strains to find the woman with green hair, but with each blast the air becomes dustier and vision harder.
She yells above the noise, asking those she passes if they have seen her, but the blast of the cannons mixed with the cracking and snapping of the building and the crushing thuds of robotic footsteps and whirring mechanical systems mixed with everyone's cries and screams create a cacophony of noise so deafening it makes any kind of communication impossible. Add that to the panic and hysteria of all the terribly sick patients and their families and the chaos that emerges redefines hopelessness. At least until it was redefined again as the shields began to fail.
It started with the group closest to the sentinel. The mutant had been taking direct hits to his psychic barrier. He had been strong, and proven his bravery beyond any doubt, but ultimately the lasers became to much. With one last bolt his shield failed.
Rogue couldn't see much of the details. She couldn't tell how many people were able to run before the entire area was hit by a wide array beam. She doesn't want to know the real answer.
What she does know is that at that moment the entire center reached a breaking point. The glow of electromagnetic shields, the side effects of gravitational and psychic and miscellaneous barriers began to fade away. Even shields not under direct fire began to drop out one by one, and people began to scatter. Consumed by fear and their instinctual flight response they just ran, only to be picked off or mowed down as easy targets. Sheep mentality. Everything fell apart, and no volume of yelling could be heard above the panic.
Rogue tries to keep her head. The dust in the air is so thick now that she can only see a couple feet in front of her. The sentinel is completely cloaked. The only hint of it's location, aside from it's thunderous footsteps, are the red streaks of laser refracting of the suspended particles lacing the air. Using the blasts light to locate the pieces of ruble large enough to use as shelter, she moves from cover to cover trying to locate anybody strong enough to absorb.
She dives behind a large pillar, only to discover that it is actually the leg of the sentinel she deactivated earlier. A laser blasts to her left, causing her to leap right, but collides into someone. It is the blonde woman from earlier huddled over Carrie.
The world seems to close in around Rogue when her eyes fall on Carrie, and the state she is in.
She isn't unconscious, but conscious would be too generous a term. Locked out, like a waking coma her blue eyes are consumed by a vacant stare. It is as if this tiny child simply ran out of screams. Only her small fists, now covered by more lesions induced by stress, show any emotion as they cling to her mother. Dark purple bruises protrude from underneath her grasp, testament to her strength.
Carrie's mother turns toward Rogue. Streaks from her tears have long since been caked with dust and dried.
Mother
She isn't going to make it, is she?
Rogue
Yes, we are!! The x-men are on their way!
The woman doesn't buy Rogue's hopeful words.
Mother (barely audible)
It's too late.
Rogue
No, don't give up now!
She grabs the woman by the shoulders, almost shaking hope into her.
Rogue
This is he last one. We can survive this!!!
The woman, eyebrows knit, simply shakes her head no. Then, from somewhere deep inside she finds a new strength to cry. Cradling her daughter in her arms she voices her devastating conclusion.
Mother
This disease will kill her.
Rocking back and forth, sobbing, she continues.
Mother
On or off this island, she is going to die. And so will I, knowing I did this to her!
Just then Carrie begins convulsing. Her mother tries to sooth her, helping her through the fit.
Mother
Baby, baby...
She rocks her, stroking her hair.
Lasers blast around them, debris explodes into millions of pieces, but Rogue can't pull herself away from the devastation happening right in front of her. Tears begin to well in her eyes, as now her concepts of cruelty and destruction are also redefined. She wants to reach out to them, comfort them, but what can she say when Carrie's mother is speaking the truth?!
Carrie's shaking begins to subside.
Her grip on her mother finally weakens and her arms fall away.
Mother
I don't think she could make it through another one like that.
Then, Carrie's tiny lips begin to whisper.
How her tiny voice was heard through the chaos around them will always be a mystery, but the volume they spoke rang through clear as day.
Carrie
Mommy, I want to help.
Her mother finds a new source of tears as Carrie weakly turns to Rogue and smiles.
Carrie
Like before.
I want to help you.
Rogue is stunned.
Amazed.
Reluctant. There is no way she'd survive even the slightest of touches.
Rogue
Carrie...I...You might not wake up this time.
Carrie
But I want to help all the people.
Rogue's heart breaks. Then without warning, Carrie is hit my another seizure.
The reality hits her like a visceral jolt. She has to make a decision now. With tears falling freely down her cheeks, she looks up to Carries mother, but instead of finding sadness in her eyes, she finds a fierceness that rivals even Wolverine's.
Mother (through sobs and gritted teeth)
You promise me. The people who did this, those responsible...you won't let them get away with it! Don't let them kill my baby.
Rogue, fully realizing what this woman is asking of her, is terrified. She understands sacrifice. She's been saved by it many times. She understands it's necessity, and it's undeniable heroism. But it is the concept of forgiveness that comes in a thousand shades of gray, and what she is about to do must be the deepest of black.
She looks at the woman, past her eyes and into her soul.
Rogue
I promise.
Almost with relief the woman pulls the still shaking Carrie into a tight embrace and kisses the crown of her head.
Carrie
I love you Mommy.
Mother
Sleep tight, my little Miss Marvel.
And with their final goodbyes Rogue takes Carrie's little hand in hers, and the absorption begins.
Maybe it is because she is so willing, or because her life force was leaving her anyway, but Carrie's energy flows into her like never before. Completely unimpeded, it surges through every vein and into every cell, fusing with power. It's like a flood gate opening and Rogue is almost overflowing.
At the same time, however, the impending sentinel has zeroed in on their location. Every laser it fires is directly aimed at them, and with each blast more of their cover is annihilated. Destruction pours down upon them: stone, glass, metal, and heat.
But Rogue continues to hold on, and then that panic, that feeling that she has come to know as the warning for the threshold of survival, hits her like a flash. And for the first time, she pushes through.
Simultaneously, the last of their cover fails. The lasers brake through the white hot, molten steel and a wide array beam broils the entire area.
Rogue shelters Carrie and her mother's bodies with her now invulnerable one the best she can. The intense heat disintegrating everything else around them.
Then silence save for the mechanical hum of the sentinel recharging.
Rogue welcomes the silence and it's eerie calm.
There is a time in your life when you realize a change is coming. In this moment, this solitary place in time, you can see the path that splits from the road. You can look down that road, at what your life was, what it is, and what it will become, then look down this new path. And what you see is nothing like you knew, thought, or expected from your old life. A choice is presented. And in this moment everything is clear. The chaos and confusion and regret and wanting leading up to this moment all subside. A clarity and purpose wells up in you so strong that you find the courage to change yourself. As Rogue kneels by this little girl, still sheltering her motionless body from the destruction all around them, this strange moment of clarity, this detached calm, falls upon her, and she realizes this is her time to be called. This is the choice she has been running away from all those years, the call to be a hero.
Rising from the ash, her choice is made. She won't let this sacrifice be for nothing.
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[quote u='Mandolynn']EXT: GENOSHA DAY
Before getting up, before she tries to come up with any semblance of a plan, before she even lets anything sink in, she looks up to the sky and prays that a b-77 blackbird will appear on the horizon to carry her away. But, except for a building overcast haze, the sky is empty, and she realizes one thing.
Bobby was right. A day has finally found her that she can't runaway from. Whatever it is in her that has been avoiding her fate since as long as she can remember has at last been cornered. Whatever future that destiny has in store has finally caught up with her, and there is no running from it now. And to her surprise, she feels relieved. Whatever happens today, at least there will be no more running.
Back at the center, the remaining sentinel attacks the sick and injured completely unimpeded now, blasting at it's methodical leisure. Posts and timbers, palms and beams are turned to splinters and ash. Marble and stone paving is blasted to dust. Ruble rains down on the shields, most of which are still holding.
Rogue arrives, desperately dodging debris as she moves from group to group, looking for someone strong enough to borrow from. Through the sooty air she strains to find the woman with green hair, but with each blast the air becomes dustier and vision harder.
She yells above the noise, asking those she passes if they have seen her, but the blast of the cannons mixed with the cracking and snapping of the building and the crushing thuds of robotic footsteps and whirring mechanical systems mixed with everyone's cries and screams create a cacophony of noise so deafening it makes any kind of communication impossible. Add that to the panic and hysteria of all the terribly sick patients and their families and the chaos that emerges redefines hopelessness. At least until it was redefined again as the shields began to fail.
It started with the group closest to the sentinel. The mutant had been taking direct hits to his psychic barrier. He had been strong, and proven his bravery beyond any doubt, but ultimately the lasers became to much. With one last bolt his shield failed.
Rogue couldn't see much of the details. She couldn't tell how many people were able to run before the entire area was hit by a wide array beam. She doesn't want to know the real answer.
What she does know is that at that moment the entire center reached a breaking point. The glow of electromagnetic shields, the side effects of gravitational and psychic and miscellaneous barriers began to fade away. Even shields not under direct fire began to drop out one by one, and people began to scatter. Consumed by fear and their instinctual flight response they just ran, only to be picked off or mowed down as easy targets. Sheep mentality. Everything fell apart, and no volume of yelling could be heard above the panic.
Rogue tries to keep her head. The dust in the air is so thick now that she can only see a couple feet in front of her. The sentinel is completely cloaked. The only hint of it's location, aside from it's thunderous footsteps, are the red streaks of laser refracting of the suspended particles lacing the air. Using the blasts light to locate the pieces of ruble large enough to use as shelter, she moves from cover to cover trying to locate anybody strong enough to absorb.
She dives behind a large pillar, only to discover that it is actually the leg of the sentinel she deactivated earlier. A laser blasts to her left, causing her to leap right, but collides into someone. It is the blonde woman from earlier huddled over Carrie.
The world seems to close in around Rogue when her eyes fall on Carrie, and the state she is in.
She isn't unconscious, but conscious would be too generous a term. Locked out, like a waking coma her blue eyes are consumed by a vacant stare. It is as if this tiny child simply ran out of screams. Only her small fists, now covered by more lesions induced by stress, show any emotion as they cling to her mother. Dark purple bruises protrude from underneath her grasp, testament to her strength.
Carrie's mother turns toward Rogue. Streaks from her tears have long since been caked with dust and dried.
Mother
She isn't going to make it, is she?
Rogue
Yes, we are!! The x-men are on their way!
The woman doesn't buy Rogue's hopeful words.
Mother (barely audible)
It's too late.
Rogue
No, don't give up now!
She grabs the woman by the shoulders, almost shaking hope into her.
Rogue
This is he last one. We can survive this!!!
The woman, eyebrows knit, simply shakes her head no. Then, from somewhere deep inside she finds a new strength to cry. Cradling her daughter in her arms she voices her devastating conclusion.
Mother
This disease will kill her.
Rocking back and forth, sobbing, she continues.
Mother
On or off this island, she is going to die. And so will I, knowing I did this to her!
Just then Carrie begins convulsing. Her mother tries to sooth her, helping her through the fit.
Mother
Baby, baby...
She rocks her, stroking her hair.
Lasers blast around them, debris explodes into millions of pieces, but Rogue can't pull herself away from the devastation happening right in front of her. Tears begin to well in her eyes, as now her concepts of cruelty and destruction are also redefined. She wants to reach out to them, comfort them, but what can she say when Carrie's mother is speaking the truth?!
Carrie's shaking begins to subside.
Her grip on her mother finally weakens and her arms fall away.
Mother
I don't think she could make it through another one like that.
Then, Carrie's tiny lips begin to whisper.
How her tiny voice was heard through the chaos around them will always be a mystery, but the volume they spoke rang through clear as day.
Carrie
Mommy, I want to help.
Her mother finds a new source of tears as Carrie weakly turns to Rogue and smiles.
Carrie
Like before.
I want to help you.
Rogue is stunned.
Amazed.
Reluctant. There is no way she'd survive even the slightest of touches.
Rogue
Carrie...I...You might not wake up this time.
Carrie
But I want to help all the people.
Rogue's heart breaks. Then without warning, Carrie is hit my another seizure.
The reality hits her like a visceral jolt. She has to make a decision now. With tears falling freely down her cheeks, she looks up to Carries mother, but instead of finding sadness in her eyes, she finds a fierceness that rivals even Wolverine's.
Mother (through sobs and gritted teeth)
You promise me. The people who did this, those responsible...you won't let them get away with it! Don't let them kill my baby.
Rogue, fully realizing what this woman is asking of her, is terrified. She understands sacrifice. She's been saved by it many times. She understands it's necessity, and it's undeniable heroism. But it is the concept of forgiveness that comes in a thousand shades of gray, and what she is about to do must be the deepest of black.
She looks at the woman, past her eyes and into her soul.
Rogue
I promise.
Almost with relief the woman pulls the still shaking Carrie into a tight embrace and kisses the crown of her head.
Carrie
I love you Mommy.
Mother
Sleep tight, my little Miss Marvel.
And with their final goodbyes Rogue takes Carrie's little hand in hers, and the absorption begins.
Maybe it is because she is so willing, or because her life force was leaving her anyway, but Carrie's energy flows into her like never before. Completely unimpeded, it surges through every vein and into every cell, fusing with power. It's like a flood gate opening and Rogue is almost overflowing.
At the same time, however, the impending sentinel has zeroed in on their location. Every laser it fires is directly aimed at them, and with each blast more of their cover is annihilated. Destruction pours down upon them: stone, glass, metal, and heat.
But Rogue continues to hold on, and then that panic, that feeling that she has come to know as the warning for the threshold of survival, hits her like a flash. And for the first time, she pushes through.
Simultaneously, the last of their cover fails. The lasers brake through the white hot, molten steel and a wide array beam broils the entire area.
Rogue shelters Carrie and her mother's bodies with her now invulnerable one the best she can. The intense heat disintegrating everything else around them.
Then silence save for the mechanical hum of the sentinel recharging.
Rogue welcomes the silence and it's eerie calm.
There is a time in your life when you realize a change is coming. In this moment, this solitary place in time, you can see the path that splits from the road. You can look down that road, at what your life was, what it is, and what it will become, then look down this new path. And what you see is nothing like you knew, thought, or expected from your old life. A choice is presented. And in this moment everything is clear. The chaos and confusion and regret and wanting leading up to this moment all subside. A clarity and purpose wells up in you so strong that you find the courage to change yourself. As Rogue kneels by this little girl, still sheltering her motionless body from the destruction all around them, this strange moment of clarity, this detached calm, falls upon her, and she realizes this is her time to be called. This is the choice she has been running away from all those years, the call to be a hero.
Rising from the ash, her choice is made. She won't let this sacrifice be for nothing.
She opens her eyes for the first times since the transfer and reveals the first physical evidence that she has changed. Just like how her hair changed when she was used to power Magneto's machine, her eyes are different. Her brown eyes mixed with Carrie's blue ones, leaving her now with vibrant green ones. Green eyes burning with anger.
She turns them toward the remaining sentinel and stares it down. She doesn't see a robot. Instead, she sees every injustice, every cruelty, and the total embodiment of a dehumanizing massacre. And she looses it.
She flies at it, uppercutting underneath the chin. She hits it so hard the head completely disconnects from the body and flies skyward. She them flies back around and begins throwing haymakers at it's chest. The thick steel plating dents and crumples with each successive punch, it's propulsion jets the only thing keeping it upright. A hand comes down to swat her away, but instead of hitting her, she catches it, flips around, and tears the limb clean off. She then proceeds to beat the machine with it's own arm, smashing sections of it to pieces. Then noticing the head returning to earth, she flies up, angles around behind it, and pushing down, pile drives it into what is left of the body. The force shears the plating and frame into fragments, leaving it completely unrecognizable. It smokes and sizzles as she climbs out of the wreckage. Her body, except for the previous cuts and bruises, is completely unharmed save for a raging headache building inside her head.
She stands on top of the wreckage, among the ruins of the island. Smoke still billowing from the fallen rubble. Ash and small debris quietly falling to the ground. She takes in a deep, but strained breath in and lets it out, trying to settle her trebling emotions. Like the aftermath around her, everything inside her feels destroyed, but a strange strength emerges.
Waiting for the dust to settle, she stands there, eyes bloodshot from tears, and enjoying the headache. At least pain is something.
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