This is a parody of marvel characters, and should be treated as such. Adult material. You should 18 or over to view.
I would like to thank everyone who requested closure to the Broken Hearts series. A special thank you to Q-Kai, whose ideas are the basic outline of the story. And another thanks to Devilscum; who has also contributed ideas, which I have used.
A special note: as this is a continuation of the Broken Hearts club there will be references to events in those stories as well as others i.e.-Dazzler and Juggernaught are a couple (Dazzled-story) These stories are in the definitive x-men archive.
PROLOGUE The pressure in Xavier's chest was building, his throat growing tighter, and small beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. Behind him stood the seven active members of the X-men.
Iceman, the only original member left. Rouge and Gambit, lovers without the physical contact, they had their share of problems. Bishop, current leader. Jubilee youngest and currently most stable.
The northeast corner of the mansion was in ruins thanks to a battle with the Psyloke led Hellfire club. A battle they had lost until Dazzler and Juggernaught showed up. Cain alone was more than enough trouble for the Hellfire Club. Toss in Dazzler's light show and more than deadly laser blasts, and Psyloke's team high-tailed it out of there. And so Allison and Cain, unlikely saviors made up the seven.
Three years ago he lost Jean and Wolverine to a government based project called Weapon X. Cyclops, and Havok, in an attempt to find there soul mates joined Nick Fury's S.H.I.E.L.D. Sam Guthrie still getting over Tabitha joined the two brothers.
It was unclear exactly where Warren went but the professor believed he and Spider-man also work for fury.
Storm joined X-Factor to be closer to Forge. And the Beast was currently missing.
Xavier glanced over his shoulder at the figure in the open doorway.
Valerie Cooper said nothing; the looks on the X-men's face said it all. The live broadcast by CNN had plastered the faces of Sam Guthrie, Scott and Alex Summer's on its screen with Wanted in capitol letters. Behind the faces, rolling camera's showed black billowing smoke, and hundreds of army personal running around trying to salvage what it could. There was nothing to Salvage however, the Arizona based facility code-named Project Wide-awake was nothing more than ash.
Part 1 PROJECT WIDE-AWAKE
(Eyes wide shut)
Two months later:
New York City- Kennedy airport.
International papers and gold tagged passports accompanied the young couple and the elderly gentleman. To the naked eye they seemed normal enough, America's international ambassador and three agents of the secret service escorted the three. Allowing them to pass through customs unmolested. The passports read Ambassador Ivan Russkov, and his two guests, Alexi and Natasha Romavitch. Beneath the exterior they were Scott Summers, former leader of the X-men, wrinkled features and eighty pounds aided in his disguise. Alex Summers, his brother, also known as Havok sported a full beard and an extra twenty pounds. The blonde woman was Sam Guthrie AKA Cannonball.
"Why do I have to be the girl? This sucks." he whispered taking his seat at the forward area of the plane.
"Now, now, honey don't be like that." Alex said patting him on the butt. Scott bit his lip to keep from laughing. They all wanted to laugh. For the last three years there had been nothing to laugh at.
Scott and Alex lost the women they loved to sworn enemies. And along with Sam devised a plan to get them back. Jean and Lorna had joined a covert team called Weapon X, under the command of Nick Fury. Cyclops confronted Fury offering his services as well as Havoc’s and Cannonball's in an effort to get closer to Jean and Lorna. Fury however made it a point to keep the three away from his brainchild of Weapon X.
Scott was no closer to Jean than he would have been had he remained with the X-men. During a routine mission Scott accidentally stumbled upon a government based installation, housing Sentinels. Fury explained it off as merely counter measures in case the unthinkable should happen. The three ended up disagreeing with Fury on this very sensitive international matter.
Project Wide-awake a United States defense system to cope with the rising threat of Mutants. Sentinels were built at alarming numbers and sold to countries throughout the world.
One by one and with no clue as too who was doing the damage the bases and the Sentinels patrolling them were being destroyed.
By the time Fury found out it was his own people who had been destroying the bases, was too late. he sent out a full squadron to bring the three renegades in. However, by this time Scott, Alex, and Sam had uncovered the location of Wide-Awakes main facility. The three had breached the heavy security of Project wide-awake. And launched a full-scale war with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the completed Sentinels.
It was a suicide mission. Frankly none of them cared. It’s amazing what losing your family will do to a man. With reckless abandon and brutal fortitude the three asked for nor gave any quarter. Many lives on S.H.I.E.L.D.'S side were lost, the Sentinels destroyed and the base nothing more than a cloud of smoke.
The ultimate defeat however came at the hands of a hidden ally.
The computer systems, its files on project wide-awake were completely erased. A bug aimed specifically at the Sentinel research program found and deleted all such files. Computers from around the globe crashed most of them government in nature. The cause and effect brought about worldwide panic. Many thought it was a preview of things to come in reference to the Y2K bug.
Cyclops, Havoc, and Cannonball now grace the postured walls of every secret anti-terrorist group in the world. Two months later they find themselves heading to the only country on the globe where they can find imunity.
Latveria.
Part 2 HELL HAS FURY
(All the Presidents men)
Nick Fury had been grinding his teeth in anger so long his jaw hurt. Somehow they got away. The combined resources of the CIA and Mafia could not track down much less detain his former operatives. Congressman and presidential hopeful Wilson Fisk sat un-moved at a large oval desk.
"I warned you Fury, that something like this would happen." the fat man said.
"Keep your I told you so's to your self Fisk, you ain't doing so hot yourself. Your last in every single poll." Fury said.
"Yes. And it is time to do something about that." The Kingpin said turning his attention to the figure in the darkened corner. The white faced figure stepped away from the wall closing the gap between his two allies.
"Nick." he said greeting the solder.
"Sinister." Nick responded shaking his hand. The two had been exchanging favors for as long as Nick could remember. 'The end justifies the means.' he told himself that thirty years ago when he first helped Sinister find 'gifted babies' for his orphanage, via government census records.
"Our first course of action, which I’ve already put into place, is to make Fisk a political hero." Sinister said revealing a world map. Circling an area in the Antarctica region, he looked up and smiled.
"The Savage land. A potential commercial and biological gold mine. The resources unto itself. Can bring prosperity unseen to America. And Mr. Fisk will be the man that acquires this land in the name of the United States."
Sinister said.
"Such an acquisition would propel me into the seat of President. A sub-committee meets next month. With the Hellfire Club's European connections and my personal involvement with the Far east's rather ambitious leaders we could find just enough votes to force the United Nations to agree to our terms." Fisk said lighting a cigar.
They did not have to mention all the dirt Fury had acquired on foreign leaders over the years, and the favors owed to him were impressive if not invaluable. They would get the approval needed.
The Kingpin looked at Fury as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"We might have one potential problem, it happened with the Summer's it could easily take place within Weapon X." Fisk said.
Fury looked saddened as he turned his attention way from Fisk toward the window.
"It's taken care of." Fury said. That was Sinister's little payoff for his help. He would help propel Fisk into the White House. Who in turn would make Fury secretary of Defense. Sinister would get revenge on the traitorous Sabretooth and Scalphunter. But more importantly he would once again have Jean Grey in his possession. As for Polaris, he promised her to the Dark Beast. They would simply kill the rest.
Washington D.C.
In a upper class hotel reserved for only those most special guests of the nation's capitol, a balding, overweight man in his fifties watched the top of the blondes head disappear into his crotch. White stockings flowed up her long legs, and equally white panties disappeared into the crack of her firm ass. The sight and sensations she was giving him was too much for him to handle. He came deep inside Emma Frost's mouth.
The White Queen smiled at the elderly gentlemen. She could have just as easily controlled his mind to get what she wanted. But she needed his creativity. She wanted him to be free of all mind control just in case that bothersome Xavier started to get suspicious. Besides she had other powers besides being a Psy. She was a woman, a beautiful well-known woman. The man was arguably the most powerful man in Washington. He wasn't the President nor was he politician at all. He was the Editor and Chief of the Washington Post.
It was made very clear to him that if he wanted to continue to taste the forbidden fruits of one Emma Frost all he had to do was publicly back Senator Fisk from New York.
The polls would change, and the unthinkable was actually becoming a very real possibility.
Part 3 AVENGING X
(I kissed a girl)
Twenty-four hours ago Fury debriefed Weapon X on their next mission. They only had a few hours before they would deploy. Victor Creed figured that there was just enough time to fuck the shit out of his little trophy girl. He entered the quarters, which he and Jean stayed during missions. His senses picked up an empty room the second he entered. His eyes told him something even worse. Not only was Jean gone but everything was gone. She left. Took everything she owned and left. Nobody not even Wolverine knew where she went. Sabretooth swore that he would find that bitch and drag her back by her hair as soon as the mission was completed.
Jean Grey stood in the darkened room for a long time. Staring out the window at the vast, angry water's of the Pacific Ocean. She was currently a guest of the Scarlet Witch. Wanda led the Los Angeles based version of the Avengers.
Jean thought back to the events that led her here. Why she abandoned her teammates without so much as a good bye. Having received their new mission each member would go over the plans, landscape, and execution procedures, as was customary procedure. Jean however was abruptly whisked from her room by Illaynia Raspitun, Colossus little sister. Although she wasn't that little any more.
Concerned with her ability to keep limbo under control Illaynia sought out Dr. Strange where she became his disciple. Being close friends with Kitty, Illaynia and the good doctor began to look in on the disappearance of Rachel Summers AKA phoenix.
"There is no easy way to say this so I'm just going to tell you the plain truth." Illaynia said. Than continued. "Rachel disappeared in the time stream and she's not coming back. Her presence is an anomaly."
Jean stared at Majik in disbelief, than started crying. "Oh my god I killed her, my only daughter. It's because of Sabretooth isn't it? I altered the future. My daughter was supposed to be sired by Scott." Jean cried hysterically dropping to her knees. Kitty stood at the other end of the room. Dumbfounded she said nothing.
"Stephen I, can't go through with this." Illaynia said looking into the pain of Jean and Kitty's eyes.
The Sorcerer Supreme stepped forward and spoke in a clear decisive voice. He did not want there to be any doubt to the truth he was about to lay before them. Even if he had to be cold in doing so.
"Jean. You did not kill Rachel. She was here on borrowed time. If Rachel was the Child of Scott Summers than the birth of your daughter, and Rachel's existence would not be an anomaly." Strange said.
"What? What are you saying?" Jean asked lifting her head from her palms.
"Natural events are taking place. Rachel's future was sketchy at best so every one assumed she was Scott's daughter. But that is not the case. Sabretooth was her father." Strange said.
"NOOOOOO! You lie. That is impossible." Kitty screamed.
"No Kitty he's right. We ventured the time stream. Think about Rachel's role in the future. She was a hunter. A hound, for gods sakes! Kitty she hunted mutants. Does that sound like a child of Scott to you." Illaynia said.
Shadowcat remembered all to well their confrontation with the Hellfire Club when Rachel tried to kill Selene. Her very features changed, she transformed into creature that looked like something out of the musical Cats.
She reminded her of Wolverine the way she goes into the :take no prisoner’s: attitude. The Killer instinct was in her blood and everyone knew it.
Kitty and Jean hugged each other for they knew Dr. Strange was right Rachel was not gone she was here, of course she was only two years old.
"There's one more thing Jean. Sabretooth abused Rachel mentally, physically, and sexually. I can only guess it was his influence that made her a hound, and a viscous killer." Illaynia said.
It was strange hearing Majik describe events of the future as past tense. Stranger still that Jean could not see this coming.
Wanda's four-inch heels clicked as she walked across the wooden floor she joined Jean on the balcony and they stared at high waves as they viscously pounded the rocks that separated the mansion from the waters.
Jean had already made her decision she would not go back to Weapon X. Victor would have no part in her daughter's life. The Avengers made it abundantly clear that she was more than welcome to stay. Pietro and Wanda were already old friends so the transition would not be that hard. Agatha Harkness was the curator of Jean's two-year-old daughter. She heard nothing but good things about her through Wanda and Susan Richards.
Jean had been through so much over the last couple of years. Wanda herself was no stranger to adversity and heartbreak. Jean began to share her experiences of the last couple years just to get it off her chest. There was no one to really talk to during her tenor with Weapon X. Wanda leaned over the balcony, listening intently to Jean's adventures.
"What was it like?" Wanda said watching the waves violently attack the rocks, only to caress them softly as they slowly drifted back into the ocean.
"With Sabretooth, He seems so violent, weren’t you scared?" Wanda asked.
"Sometimes. He got so carried away there were times I thought he would kill me. But we shared a psychic link, when he became too animalistic I protected myself. Although that only seemed to turn him on more." Jean said staring blankly out into the sea.
Wanda asked again what it was like. It began to become clear to Jean that she wanted details. Being married to an android had to be sexually frustrating. I mean cuddling can only take you so far.
"It was crazy, you have no idea how many beds we destroyed. Victor would fuck me into unconsciousness more than one occasion." Jean said getting a far away look in her eyes.
"Really?" Wanda said not quite believing her.
"Did it hurt?" she asked.
"Everytime. Than I would get used to it. God Wanda he was this this big, and thick as a bedpost." Jean said holding her hands out describing his length.
"You have got to be kidding me?" Wanda whispered, imagining him in her mind. Jean bit her lower lip and smiled.
"Swear to God." she sighed. Wanda stood inches away from Jean, staring into her deep green eyes.
"Seriously?" she questioned moving her head slightly forward.
"Seriously." Jean whispered, as Wanda's face edged closer. Jean parted her lips, as Wanda's mouth came closer. She could feel her hot breath as their bodies moved closer. Wanda's nipples were pressing through her thin T-shirt into Jean's breasts. Slowly their mouths met, Jean opening her mouth to accept Wanda's tongue.
Jean's hand was gilding down her smooth back, brushing over her round ass, and down the outside of her thighs. The Witch opened her eyes, staring into those sexy green eyes of Jean Grey, and kissed her hard. Her soft tongue working down Jean's throat. They hugged each other tightly. Thrusting their hips against one another. Wanda’s hand moved down to Jean's cut-offs and un-snapped the button. Letting the zipper glide down she slid her hand under the elastic band of her panties.
Jean gasped as Wanda's hand found first her pubic mound, than her clit. Jean's lips were nuzzling Wanda's earlobe as her hands explored Jean's pussy. There kissing moved them off the balcony and into the bedroom. Jean fell backwards onto the bed with Wanda on top of her. The Scarlet Witch began moving down Jean's body kissing her way while undoing the buttons on Jean's shirt.
"Tell me everything." Wanda said between kisses.
"I want to know every little detail, when you did it. Where you did it. For how long,,everything." She said as she slid Jean's shorts past her knees and ultimately across the room. Wanda began licking and sucking her toes. Working her way up Jean's long legs in an agonizing slow manner.
Jean moaned softly when Wanda began licking the insides of her thighs.
"He was a chauvinistic brute, and he treated me like a slut." Jean whispered.
"How?" Wanda asked moving closer to Jean's raised hips.
"We would be in the middle of a mission, and he would want it right there. Forcing me to my knees. Right in the middle of enemy territory he would force that fat cock of his into my mouth." Jean said.
Wanda was softly biting and nibbling the inside of Jean's thighs this was obviously turning her on. The dirtier the better. Jean continued.
"He would stuff that hairy cock so far down my throat I couldn’t breath, of course he didn't care. 'Suck that cock bitch. Make me nice and hard so I can fuck that tight pussy of yours' and I did, I sucked that thing forever. Did he thank me? No. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved it all the way in, I think he liked the way my eyes would bulge out when my nose was smashed against his belly and his balls were crushed against my chin."
Wanda was moving her fingers in and out of her own pussy as her lips made contact with the folds of Jean's cunt. Jean gasped, as Wanda begging licking and nibbling the insides of her pussy.
"Tell me more." Wanda commanded, burying her face between Jean's legs.
It was hard to talk with Wanda lapping and sucking away. But like the unselfish hero Jean was, she pressed on.
"He fucked me everywhere. During missions. In between meetings, on the kitchen table, in the shower, he would bend me over and fuck me like a dog until I squealed like a stuck pig. He especially liked that part." Jean said, and grabbed the back of Wanda's head, pushing her face deeper into her wide spread legs. Wanda's hands were firmly placed on Jean's ass. Digging her fingernails into the soft flesh she buried her tongue into Jean's pussy, pausing long enough to nibble on her protruding clit.
Wanda slid up Jean's perfect body and began sucking her nipples. Jean arched her back trying to get her tits further into Wanda's sucking mouth.
"Did he do it everyday? Did he fuck you like a whore everyday?" Wanda said, letting her breasts go as she began sucking on Jean's neck.
"Yes!" Jean yelled. "Oh God. Yes!,,,,, Every,,,,,single,,,,,,day!!!!!"
Jean pulled the Avenger's face to hers and kissed her frantically. Tasting her own juices she quickly rolled over. Once on top, Jean spun around and attacked Wanda's bright red bush with her lips and tongue. Locked in a sixty-nine position they ravished each other. After orgasm swept over both of them Jean turned around and kissed Wanda hotly, there wet sticky lips glued to one another, as there tits grinded together.
Jean spread Wanda's legs and pressed her pussy against the moaning Avengers. There clits made contact and they began rubbing together until the red-hot friction was bringing them both over the edge.
The climax was simultaneous. They lunged at each other as their orgasm over whelmed them. Two visions of female perfection laid entangled in lust, their lips and tongues exploring slowly until they drifted off into oblivion.
Had Jean not been so distracted she might have picked up the psy signature of one Clint Barton who was holding a now limp cock, having jacked off furiously while watching the two redheads.
Part 4: THE BETRAYEL
(Run through the jungle)
Thirty heavily armed guards walked in criss-cross patterns across the abandoned beach off the southeast corner of Madagascar. The docks and launching pads long abandoned, showed wear and tear from the constant war with the weather and pounding waves of the Indian Ocean.
A man stood alone on the docks, staring out through high-powered binoculars. Like his surroundings his features showed wear and tear from countless wars. The mid afternoon sun began it's descent, and dark ominous clouds began to move in from the west.
A late summer storm was approaching and soon the air would be drenched with heavy rain and high winds. Making visibility nearly impossible. A small coast guard cutter on loan from the U.S. Navy's seventh fleet. (Cutters and tugboats are often used by fleets to move personal to and from large ships to ports, or aid a ship to close to land while the tide is out.)
The Captain of the cutter glanced upwards at the wind driven clouds. He did not have a lot of time before the high winds would wreck havoc on his small boat. A small radio using low frequency, so unwanting ears could not pick up the signal suddenly came to life.
"Drop off the cargo and turn that thing around." came the command from the docks.
"Yes sir. They are donning their scuba gear as we speak." the Captain said. Although the Captain feared and respected his commander he was not going to tell his 'cargo' to hurry things up. He would face the high winds, the ocean's rage, and Commander Fury's beratement, before he would confront his five guests. He did not know their names nor did he care to, hell he made it a point to make no eye contact whatsoever. The Captain headed to the bow only to find the 'cargo' gone. Without a word or a sound they had slipped off the boat and into the cold waters of the Indian Ocean.
Nick Fury got the Captain's message and observed the cutter make a U-turn back to shore.
"Sir?" said one of the two men who had now joined Fury on the dock.
"Load the troops. Head back into town.,,,,,,,you have three minutes." Fury said through a cloud of cigar smoke.
"Yes sir." the sergeant said, already heading towards the beach. He yelled several commands and the well-trained shield agents backpedaled toward there vehicles. Making a sweep along the beach essentially masking the evidence of there presence.
Fury waited in silence until the commando squad was clearly out of site. Only one other man still remained. A large man of Italian descent, like Fury he showed no emotion of the events taking place.
"What should we do about the Captain." he said, making a statement rather than a question.
"Get rid of him." Fury said, and turned on his heels, heading back toward a long blue limousine that patiently waited for him and his companion.
Tony Corlione, was a master of weaponry. An ex-seal he quickly rose through the ranks of S.H.I.E.L.D. A member of the well respected but mostly feared Corlione family by birth. Tony played both sides of the fence and relished his role as both Government and Mafia enforcer. He was currently the Kingpin's top assassin, he took missions Electra wouldn't, he had no morals. The Kingpin and Fury liked that about him.
Nick Fury did not even flinch when the loud boom from the L.A.W.S. rocket echoed across the empty beach. The Cutter was making good time. The Captain was confident he would beat the impending storm. A bright light from the shore caught his attention. He watched the flash in curiosity as a small object pierced the sky. By the time the Captain realized what was happening it was too late. He finished half of a prayer to his God before his boat exploded in a ball of flame and disappeared from sight.
Fury said nothing as Tony C. slid into the back of the limousine.
"It is done." He said nonchalantly reaching for a bottle of Champaign. The limousine pulled away from the empty beach at a slow five miles an hour and finally eased to a comfortable forty as they traveled back to their hotel.
Crozet Island:
Currently under the rule of France. Although one would be hard pressed to find a Frenchman living on the island. Technology had not quite reached the island like it had the rest of the world. A dark thick forest lay just off the shore. Polaris used the minute traces of iron in the rocks and the water itself as a magnet, propelling herself and her four teammates through the cold Ocean waters at an unbelievable speed. Her powers over magnetism protected the four from the pressures of the deep. While highly advanced scuba gear took care of the icy cold conditions. Although Victor and Logan would have no problem dealing with the cold the other three would not fare as well.
The scuba gear was buried at the end of the beach, and Weapon X entered the thick foliage.
"I do not understand why the ‘circle’ (a top secret agency, appointed by the United Nations, with members from almost every nation. Appointed to protect the planet from war, greed, or whatever vice mankind is currently displaying.) Believes this place to be a threat to inter-national security." Polaris said as they began to make their way through the brush.
"Make no mistake. Despite it's appearance. This place is highly dangerous. And if they have the weapons Fury claims,,,"Elektra said pausing. "They will have complete control of the southeastern oceans. As well as all trade routes through Asia." Elektra said trying to keep the group focused.
"I don't like it. Something just ain’t right about this mission." Sabretooth snarled. His eyes darted around there surroundings awaiting any kind of attack.
"Relax Tooth. You’re just pissed because your little red head girl toy dumped you." Scalphunter said. Referring to Jean's departure.
His statement touched a nerve in Wolverine.
SNIIIIIKKKKKKT!!!!!
"Watch your mouth bub. Or all the weapons in the world won't save you." Wolverine said, his claws a mere inch from Scalphunter's throat.
Sabretooth snickered. He knew his affair with Jean bugged the little runt as it did Cyclops. Maybe even more so. That's why he made it a point to stick his long animal like tongue down Jeans throat whenever Logan was around.
"Sheath your claws Logan." Polaris said. More of a threat than a request.
"Don't threaten me girl. Besides as loathe, as I am to admit it Sabretooth is right. There is something fucked up about Nick." Wolverine said turning away from Polaris and her lover.
They all questioned this mission, but it seemed easy enough. In fact it seemed too easy. Why send the elite team into the jungles of an Island some 500 miles off the coast of Madagascar for a simple weapon siege. Suddenly as if they were sharing the same mind Wolverine and Sabretooth instantly crouched down and were hidden amidst the thick foliage of the forest. Electra was a half-second behind them.
"Get down." Wolverine hissed, Polaris instantly incased herself and Scalphunter in a magnetic shield. While Scalphunter pulled out one of his many weapons. "Lock and Load." he said crouching behind a tree.
A bright flash from some twenty feet away and a fist sized missile made its way toward the group. Polaris instantly made a wave with her hand to send it back at their attackers.
Nothing happened.
The heat-censored object continued its path. Suddenly from a straight line it curved, and curved again, punching through the tree and into the invisible shield Polaris had made to protect her and Scalphunter. He stared at Polaris, a look of shock in his eyes as he was lifted off the ground by the projectiles impact. Give Polaris credit her shield lasted almost two seconds. Before the small rocket penetrated it and embedded itself into Scalphunters chest. Lorna was trying frantically to magnetically pull the missile out of Scalphunters chest. Lorna lost, the small missile exploded. Leaving only Scalphunters metallic cased legs as evidence of his existence.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT????????" Sabretooth yelled.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Polaris screamed and blindly flew toward the blast.
"Lorna stop." Logan yelled. A large twenty-foot net encased the green haired beauty electrocuting her in mid flight.
"We've been set up. These bastards know our powers. That fucking missile was designed to hit Scalphunter and repel the bitch’s magnetic powers. And now she's dead. Fury,,set,,,us,,up!!!" Sabretooth growled.
"Logan she's not dead." Electra said.
"The net?" he responded.
"Plastic, much like the missile I suspect." Electra said dragging the unconscious Lorna into the bushes.
Suddenly Electra felt her legs grow numb and mucus began travelling up her slim form. The smiling being known as the worm crawled away snickering as he slithered across the ground. Meanwhile Wolverine and Sabretooth stood back to back as a dozen Island natives lay dead at their feet. A dozen more approached.
Crouched on a tree branch some thirty feet above the battle the Dark Beast smiled. He knew he could send a hundred such warriors and they would all die. Still the constant flow of blood amused him. The four armed being known as Barbarous carried Electra over his shoulders. Her body immobilized from the Mucus of the Worm. Dark Beast had succeeded in his goal Three members of Weapon X were down. Now to bring out the big dogs.
A pounding sound wave rippled through the jungle, clearing trees and large unnamed plants in its wake. Any natives in caught in its path were instantly killed as blood seeped from exploding eardrums. The concussion hit Wolverine and Sabretooth like a Mack truck, knocking them off their feet and into a large stone Idol carved in the form of the X-man known as Storm. It was the last image Wolverine saw before blackness overcame him.
The Dark Beast, Barbarous, The Worm, Suron, Amphibious, and the Klaw. These are the new Marauders their new orders are simple, kill Wolverine and Sabretooth. Polaris, well that's the Dark Beast's new pet. As for Electra, the Mutates have a new plaything.
PART 5-DOUBLE-CROSS
Nick Fury and Mr.Sinister sat at a large oval table awaiting the broadcast from Crozet Island. The storm had reached its peak; communications were not excellent, but reliable none the less.
"Four captured, one dead. Our team will be off the island within the hour." The Dark Beast said. Fury could see his evil smirk and wanted to blast it off of his face.
"Make it quick Beast. I don't want your pets torturing them."
Fury said.
"Having a conscience this late in the game commander?" the Dark one replied still grinning.
"Just kill them and get out of there." Fury commanded.
"Whatever you say. By the way Phoenix was not with the group." The Dark Beast said ending transmission.
Fury's face grew red with anger. "This could be a problem." he stated and began typing in commands on a keyboard that sat in front of him. Sinister was disappointed that Jean was not captured with the rest. Still he could put this to his advantage.
Valarie Cooper sat in a dark com-room built by Forge. The only light coming from a twenty-six inch Tele-screen. Behind her Forge stood somber awaiting the call from Fury. They did not have to wait long.
The lines on Nick Fury's face were well pronounced and his jaw stiff from screaming "Look Cooper, I want Summers found and brought in. Dead or alive, makes no difference to me." he yelled through gritted teeth.
"Harsh words Nick. What makes you think we will carry that order out." Forge said.
"Dammit Forge. You’re a solder. Those three killed at least a dozen of our men. Friends of mine. Men with families." Fury screamed.
Val and Forge looked at each other and than back to the screen. They did not see Sinister as he was out of the Tele-COM’s video path.
"All right Nick, what do you have." Forge said.
"We believe they are in Latveria." Nick said.
"LATVERIA?????? Are you fucking crazy Nick? I can't send X-Factor into the heart of a communist country. Besides X-Factor is good but Dr. Doom???" Cooper yelled slamming her fist down on the table.
"Relax Cooper. We have reason to believe they will be moving towards the Savage Land. You have complete government clearance. Valarie, this is a matter of national security." Nick said.
Valarie stared into the face of the S.H.I.E.L.D. commander. Pondering his words. There was something he was not telling her. Why would Cyclops risk his life as well as his brother's and that of Cannonball to fly to the Savage Land? Fury wasn't playing all of his cards and it was pissing her off.
Ms. Cooper looked at Forge before carefully choosing her words. "Our current assignment is to protect Senator Fisk. Until I receive orders from the Secretary of Defense, we will stick to our original mission." She said.
"You will have your orders within the hour Cooper I will see to it myself. Fury out."
Valarie remained seated in the now darkened room staring at a phone with no numbers, and one red button centered in the middle. She knew it was only a matter of time before that red button would start flashing. Mere minutes had passed before she got a call from the White House.
Fury nodded to Sinister as he hung up the phone and quietly left the room. Sinister stood still and glanced over his shoulder to the figure at the far corner of the room. Tricks with light, and the general construct of the room allowed the figure to remain unseen. A small but effective optical illusion.
"Come out Ororo, I believe you have seen enough."
The smooth figure walked gracefully from the shadows and into the center of the room. Staring at the screen in disbelief. She was Storm. Love for Forge had blinded her to the realities of X-Factor's role.
"They’re going to kill them, Scott, Alex, Sam. They’re going to kill them and use Lorna as bait." She said calmly, which surprised Sinister.
"Yes." he said, emotionless.
"Logan?" she asked.
"Most likely dead." he responded.
She doubted it. Wolverine was very hard to kill. "And Jean? How is it she was not part of the group?" Storm said her voice becoming hard.
"I could not save them all, without drawing suspicions. I chose her."
Sinister said his back to the X-man.
"Why? Fury, the Hellfire Club, worthy allies to say the least." Storm said, trying to work into his mind.
"Sinister works alone. I have no quest for world domination. If the Hellfire Club were to have one of there own as President, and gain the Savage Land as U.S. soil,,,,,,well that does not fit in my plans."
"World domination? No. Gene domination that is your goal is it not? To play god with human and mutant alike." Storm said.
"Yes, but in time I'm sure your precious X-men will find a way to stop me. The question to you is,,,,,, which devil do you sleep with?
X-Factor? Nick Fury's pawns, and your lover Forge, who as we speak is probably making a weapon to cancel the Summer's powers. I wish to stop them. Make no mistake I have ulterior motives." Sinister said, turning around to face Storm.
"What do you want evil one? Storm said standing her ground.
"I want you Ororo. I want you to lead My Marauders against X-factor and eventually the Hellfire Club." He said and put his hands on her shoulders bringing her closer to him.
"I want your soul." he said and pushed his paisley white lips against hers.
"mmmmpphh" Storm gasped, her reflexes were sudden and severe. Strong winds began circling the room, causing anything not bolted down to fly without destination. Sinister, unmoving held her tight, his tongue probing her mouth. Ororo's cheeks bulged out, as the thick invading tongue swirled inside her mouth searching for her tonsils.
Rain mixed with lightning brought anarchy to the once calm room. Sinisters computers shorted out. Small explosions from all that was electrical lit the otherwise darkened room. But still he held her fast his hands roaming down the small of her back, cupping her ass cheeks. Bringing her closer still.
The Mutant made hurricane was having no effect on Sinister in fact it was making things worse. The room was electrically charged, and not just from from Storms light show. The rain had soaked their bodies. Sinister's armor plated suit simply dissolved off of him leaving a paper white body, devoid of hair, smooth and very muscular.
Storms firm breasts were crushed against his chest as she felt herself responding to his kiss. It had been so long. Ororo was a very sensuous woman, a sensuality that had long been ignored. She cursed herself as she allowed him to strip away the small amount of clothing she had on. Thin but strong arms circled Sinisters neck as she returned his kiss.
Effortlessly Sinister lifted her into the air; his hands would leave bruises where he cupped her ass cheeks bringing her pelvis to his discolored lips. That long thick tongue that had invaded her mouth earlier was now working it's way inside her vagina. Storm threw her head back, as he licked and probed her. Fingernails dug into his shoulders as she squirmed against him, trying to get away, and trying to get closer at the same time.
The sweet taste of rainwater entered her mouth as she stared upward, her lips in an O shape, she held on to the back of Sinisters head with both hands. Wrapping her legs around his shoulders. Sinisters nose was mashed against her pubic hair and his tongue had reached the furthest depths of her pussy. She shook violently as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Drenching the evil ones face with her juices.
Sinister gently slid her down the length of his body. A gentleness which surprised her. With Ororo's back to him he began licking and nibbling the back of her neck. She felt his cock, which was rock hard at this point press between her ass cheeks.
"Noooo," she whimpered feeling herself lose complete control of her emotions. She was saying no to herself more than to Sinister and he knew it. 'My gawwd he's fat' she thought to herself. She began to wonder if she could even take him. Not that Sinister cared he was going to fuck the weather goddess like she had never been fucked before. She would be his! Body and soul.
Falls Edge, Virginia:
It was no coincidence that the new headquarters of X-Factor was located a mere two hours away from Langley, (current home ops of the CIA) Valarie Cooper government liaison for the team, and Forge X-Factors tactical leader addressed the team which consisted of Mystique, Blob, Pyro, Avalanche, Guido, the Multiple man, Random, and current field leader Storm. It was the latter, which concerned Forge. She would not take too lightly about the idea of hunting down former X-men. Forge was thankful she wasn't there. They would carry on the mission without her.
S.H.I.E.L.D. satellites with infrared scanners picked up the heat signatures from three men. Cyclops, Havok, and Cannonball. A sleek F-14, one of a number of jets sold to Latveria in exchange for certain trade route treaties carried the three toward Antarctica. X-Factor had the jets location and destination. As they boarded there own jet (designed by Forge) on possibly their most difficult mission to date. Forge was just a little bit curious as too Storm's whereabouts.
6- ------ Goddess Descent----------6
The once silent warehouse was now a light show. Bright lightning flashes erupted where windows once had been. While the New York sky was clear, heavy rains and wind swirled inside the building, eventually working its way into the outside world. The locals, consisting of the homeless and society's outcasts learned long ago to not question what they don't understand. The police assigned to that area, like the locals ignored the weird goings on. After all the building was on the 'list' places to avoid. Rumor had it the Kingpin gave the police commissioner a list. Certain Locations off limits to Police search. Of course it was just a rumor.
Storm's long White hair laid heavy and flat on her shoulders and back. The storm she created to fight off Sinisters advances now had a life of it's own. Responding to her emotions. And right now her state of emotion was indescribable. Hate mixed with fear, and lust consumed her. And their surroundings acted in kind.
Sinisters mouth completely engulfed Ororo's breast, his right hand kneading her ass squeezing as he moved her body up and down. Causing a friction between them that was electrifying. He knew he had to conquer her soul. His need to fulfill his own desire was great. But greater still was his need of her surrender, one that one bond them together for as long as she lived.
Storm was groaning in breathless gasps that escaped from deep in her throat. Tightly clenched teeth sucked in precious air as Sinister's cock pressed against the small opening of her vagina. She hungered for him, like a starving animal with its meal inches away. The beast would stop at nothing to get to the flesh to ease its hunger. Sinister held her tight letting her feel the heat of his cock poised at the entry of penetration. But that was all. She needed release and knew of only one way to get it.
Ororo pulled Sinister's head back, staring into his cold red eyes. The hand on her ass tightened as she gasped for air.
"I'm yours my lord." she breathed bringing her beautiful face closer to his.
"Body and soul." she whimpered. Sinisters tongue shot out which she eagerly swallowed. Sinister slowly and methodically brought her downward, filling her with his fire quenching cock.
"Gmmphhh,,GMMMPPHHH," she grunted, breathing was becoming increasingly difficult. His tongue exploring her throat and her firm belly feeling the increasing girth of his cock was too much for her.
Ororo's face was contorted and her lips pursed outward as Sinisters tongue left her mouth. She threw her head back and screamed as he lifted than plunged her body downward. His shaft buried to the hilt. Large red-veined balls were crushed against her ass. Sinister had long prided himself on denying his body pleasures of the flesh. Now after nearly forty years of no female contact Sinister cursed himself for a fool. Ororo was going to get Four decades of pent up frustration.
Her long legs wrapped around Sinister's waist as he laid her on her back. He rammed forward sliding her across the rain soaked floor. Completely impaled by his blood-engorged cock Ororo's head moved from side to side her eyes were open now and gazed into the unseeing, unfeeling orbs of Mr.Sinister. Her hips and ass writhed on the cold hard floor.
Almost sensing the undignified position of the mistress. The winds carried the couple into the air. Ororo and Sinister were indifferent to there new position. Lips locked, and pelvises entwined they swirled through the air lost to all but there own desires.
The two bodies came to rest back on the ground, which was now a foot deep in water. Ororo's legs were spread wide as she lay on top of Sinister, his purple lips crushing hers. She could feel his cock pulsating inside her, his unnaturally large balls wedging themselves between her wide spread ass cheeks. Nothing mattered to her anymore nothing but the evil incarnate, which she straddled, smothering him with kisses until Sinister could not hold back any longer.
A volcanic rush of hot thick liquid filled Ororo's belly. She bit into his neck hard. Eyes closed tightly she whimpered as her own orgasm rushed through her. The lightning, rain and winds seemed like a surreal dream. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she screamed something about love before collapsing on his chest.
Sinister laid in the foot deep waters of what was once a very productive laboratory. That was all gone. It was well worth it. He brushed the wet hair of Ororo from his face and stared down at her. She was asleep. Her head resting just below his chin. She was right about one thing he did not want to rule the world. No he wanted the whole thing. There was more than just earth, The Kree, shape shifting Skrulls, undiscovered worlds mystic in nature. So much more awaited him. He would make Ororo a Goddess. She had power untapped. He would unleash that power until she would rival the Thunder God himself.
Add that to his eventual conquest of Jean Grey. He didn't really need the woman just her connection to the Phoenix power, once he had it he would kill her. Godhood awaited Sinister and with Storm as his chess piece he just put the Universe in check.
7------------Prophesy-------------7
Apocalypse accepted the newspaper; the young Egyptian bowed his head and quickly exited the temple.
FISK BEGINS TO GAIN IN POLLS
The Headline came from the Washington Post. Apocalypse had waited a long time for this. A man of evil would attain the throne of the west. Upon this event global war, and much suffering would engulf the planet it would be the time of Apocalypse. The dark one smiled.
8---------Magnets and you 101---------8
Xavier waited patiently in the brownstone mansion. He had been coming here for the last couple of months. The X-men did not approve of his constant disappearance, especially in such a time of turmoil. That’s why he brought Rouge, for protection. At least that’s what he told his X-men.
Rouge gripped the sheets tightly, literally ripping them as she did so. Strong muscular hips pounded into her from behind. She loved these trips with Xavier, and though she felt guilty leaving Gambit behind she soon forgot about him. Caring only about the increasing pleasure building within her.
Soon the hips slowed to a crawl, Rogue gasped for air, waiting for the pounding to increase. She was not disappointed. The thick cock attached to those pounding hips surged forward relentlessly in and out, in and out, in and out! Rouge cried out and buried her face in the sheets to muffle her cries as the lust quenching cock fired its semen deep inside her. Rouge smiled blissfully as the man laid on top of her and kissed her cheek before donning a red robe and venturing down the hall.
"Good Evening Charles. How are you feeling?"
"Not as good as you obviously. Shall we get down to business Magnus." Xavier said.
Magneto sat across from Xavier sipping coffee as he glanced over to the third member of their team.
epilogue
9-------------That’s what friends are for-----------9
The Naval fighter jet was no match for Forge’s Blackhawk; X-Factor forced the F-14 to the ground and quickly surrounded the jet, expecting an all out war with Cyclops, Havok and Cannonball. What they got instead was an empty fighter jet housing three small metallic boxes. Forge instantly recognized the design. He had been working on a prototype with the U.S. Government. A small container containing active molecular structure, a small amount of ones DNA, mixed with active particles would essentially give any infrared scanning device a false picture. Obviously there was no need for him to continue with his experiment.
Nick Fury slammed the phone down in anger. They were duped. The rebels were not aboard that jet. Someone was helping Cyclops. Someone very, very, dangerous.
Doom sat in silence. A small marble sized cube laid next to him began to smoke, and in less than a second it dissolved. One transmission could dissolve the cube, and that transmission meant one thing Egypt had visitors.
Mr. Sinister, a genetics expert, a genius in psychological warfare. 'Know thy enemy better than one knows thyself'. Nick Fury, arguably the strongest military mind on the planet. Sebastion Shaw, adept in using people to get what he desires. Emma Frost equally if not more so. A psy, and has no qualms about using those powers to alter other peoples thoughts. Toss in a ruthless crimelord, with his fat fingers in almost every money making scheme in existence. And a group of mutants called X-Factor, the Savage land mutates, Hellfire Club’s own band of powered beings, the Mafia, and a heavily armed well-trained military unit code-named S.H.I.E.L.D. And you have an indestructible, impenetrable organization. Well almost.
Charles Xavier was well aware of the forces in play. His enemies were going to succeed using the people,,,,legal revenues,,,,,governments. It would be open season on the X-men if he publicly attacked the prestigious Hellfire Club or a U.S. Senator. No if Xavier wanted to win this battle he had to play the same game. He had to be the most ruthless, backstabbing, blackmailing sonofabitch that existed. Of course one can't change his colors over night. But hey that's what friends or for.
Although Magneto was powerful, and evil, There was one man who could match the Kingpin, Sinister and Nick Fury in Military intelligence, backstabbing, and in general,,,,,, a sonofabitch.
Dr. Doom smiled at his two guests.
"Magnus, Charles, I believe Apocalypse is in for a big surprise."
next------------SAVAGE LAND----------