For most of his life, Jared Corbo hadn't been able to truly touch or feel another human being. Though sometime after puberty he had begun to grow accustomed to his perception of touch - of how it felt to brush against another person from within his constantly active force field of energy or to have someone hold him close to them - somewhere, whether on lonely and contemplative nights deep in the back of his mind as he went about his every day life, he tried to remember what it was really like to feel another human being's touch.

When, for quite possibly the hundredth time, a massive fist crashed across his face and sent him sprawling out onto the dirt and gravel below, he felt quite the opposite. Jared tiredly scrambled to his feet as the rain of blows came across his body, causing him to grunt and cry out in pain. Worse than the absence of his powers during such a brutal assault was the compulsive force that made him fight back.

For hours now, his mind and body were yearning to collapse underneath his legs and drift away into unconsciousness, but the Brotherhood's telepathic leader - Addison Falk - wasn't going to let that happen just yet. To the man otherwise known as the Grey King, Jared's torture for the entertainment of the Brotherhood of Mutants was just a taste of what was to come for the young X-Man. Not only was he a traitor to the mutant race the world over, but he was once even a direct opponent to the Grey King.

So Jared's actions continued to be subtly manipulated by the telepathic lord as the night went on. He felt compulsions to fight back in a futile battle inserted into his mind. He felt the irresistible urge to stay awake coursing through his veins. And most of all, he felt pain and humility as he was swatted down and beaten like a red-headed step child, for no other reason but the expression of hate and indulgence of entertainment. He hadn't even know just where it was they were holding his beating.

"BROTHERHOOD!"

"BROTHERHOOD!"

"BROTHERHOOD!"

Though they had troubled and distracted him at first, the chants and cries of those who surrounded him had faded to the back of his mind as his beating grew harsher and more brutal, despite those very chants growing stronger and unrulier. He was being surrounded by anywhere from twenty to thirty other mutants - some were familiar from the Grey King's first Brotherhood of Mutants, but most were foreign and strange to him. Still, they took no less delight in seeing a supposed 'super hero' finally get his.

Mercury, a tall and bulky mutant whose body was made up of completely organic and liquid metal, delivered the last blow that sent Jared to the ground. When he had tried to rise to his feet from the dirt and gravel covered ground, the foot of another mutant - Landslide, an obese and yet impregnable mutant - crashed down into his ribs and sent Jared sprawling onto his back. Jared cried out, followed by a fit of wild coughing and hacking as his ribs collapsed, but found himself hard-pressed to do anything more.

It was a good sign, one way or another. Either the Grey King's hold on his mind had finally collapsed and he would no longer be forced awake and to fight back, or the Grey King was finally done playing with him as a cat does a mouse, and they were going for the kill. Jared laid there, docile, unable to even move a muscle to nurse his side, as Mercury and Landslide cooly stepped away from his fallen form.

"BROTHERHOOD!"

"BROTHERHOOD!"

"BROTHERHOOD!"

The chants continued to come from the surrounding Brotherhood of Mutants, but the pain had continued to drown them out of Jared's mind. Though soaked with his own blood, Jared was able to open his eyes and clearly see just what Mercury and Landslide had in mind for him. The two had walked over to a corner of the crowd that encircled the three of them in a mock arena, and a few of the people there spread aside to let someone through. Jared almost immediately recognized the person.

It was a young woman, her body and hair composed of what could only be described as living and breathing, flaming, molten lava. Though the body had been born to and belonged to Allison Crestmere, the mind had been taken over and suppressed by her split-personality, and now the body was commandeered by Amara Aquilla.

Jared's blood had run cold and a part of him had died as he realized that it was his girlfriend's body, her split personality, that was staring down at him with such contempt and scorn. He had rejected Amara's advances once when she had first resurfaced and taken control of Allison's body, and though she lashed out against him and the X-Men for their cruelty, they were quickly able to subdue her. But now, she was back, no doubt due to the telepathic machinations of the Grey King.

With their impenetrable hides unaffected by her flame, Mercury and Landslide each moved to her right and left sides respectively, and took hold of her. Mercury's hand had found its way across her stomach while Landslide's hand had taken hold of her firm buttocks, and they watched with a hint of sadistic glee as Amara's eyes flashed an intense yellow as bright as the sun.

"BROTHERHOOD!"

"BROTHERHOOD!"

"BROTHERHOOD!"

Jared knew what was coming, and so he closed his eyes tightly, bracing for it. Amara raised a hand up in Jared's direction and she snarled, instantaneously generating and unleashing ball after ball of burning, molten lava at the defenseless X-Man. Jared could do nothing but scream and howl in pain, much to the delight of the masses surrounding him, as his body was engulfed in flames.

And all the while, Remy LeBeau leaned against an old and white, full size van, and watched on, only looking away once to take a drag from his cigarette...

 


X-Men
#23
April 2006


MARVEL 2000 PRESENTS...

OUT OF EXILE
Part Two

by Cory Wiegel


 
Gambit
Gambit








 

"The more laws and order are made prominent, the more
thieves and murderers there will be."
- Lao Tzu


Salisbury Auto Salvage
Clay, West Virginia


The Grey King stepped off of his viewpoint of Radius's slaughter from atop a pile of old, rusted, and crushed cars all stacked on top one another. His drop was slow and gradual as he used his power over telekinesis to descend into the encirclement of the Brotherhood of Mutants. A section of the circle had parted as two of his trustworthy followers were dragging away the bloody and burnt mess that was Jared Corbo, and the Grey King touched down in the place where his body once laid.

"My brothers," the Grey King addressed as he raised his arms into the air. "Trust me when I tell you... there'll be more where that came from. Our treacherous brothers and sisters the world over will not go unpunished!"

Whether he was a showman or a megalomaniac, Remy LeBeau - the former X-Man known as Gambit - hadn't cared. His speeches bordered those of the former Brotherhood leader, Magneto, and they were a bit much to listen to. Gambit had wondered if he was mimicking the man's past speaking style, but it was no matter. He allowed the speech to go on for another cigarette, blocking out most of the propaganda and egocentricity.

It was during mid-cigarette that Gambit had caught glimpse of the two men who had ripping into Radius - the mutants known as Mercury and Landslide - walked off on the arms of the possessed Allison Crestmere. Something in their eyes spoke volumes of lust and mischief, and he wondered just what the woman who have to endure if and when she was free of the Grey King's influence. When Gambit was just about finished with his second smoke, he withdrew the filter and dropped it to the ground, stomping it out.

"-- And it is then and only then when we'll allow them to live in our sewers, dispose of our trash, and amuse us with their pleas for food and shelter!" the Grey King concluded with an explosion of praise and applause from his followers. He surveyed each and every face in the circle about him up until a face towards the back had caught his attention. It was Gambit, standing with his hands in his trenchcoat's pockets. He nodded to the Grey King, signifying that everything was in order.

"Ah, Remy LeBeau!" the Grey King greeted. His telekinesis lifted him into the air quickly, taking him up and above the circle of his Brotherhood of Mutants, and outside to Gambit's side near the van. The Grey King looked over the van Gambit had shown up with and snickered. "I bet you've never stolen anything quite like this before, eh?"

"You'd be surprised, hommes," Gambit retorted knowingly. He took a final drag from his cigarette and flicked the butt away, then looked to the two men that accompanied him and nodded his head towards the back doors of the van. "Open 'er up."

Gambit's two assistants moved to the door, one of them stepping back from it slightly and raising a rifle up as the other positioned himself at the door. When the two were sure they were both ready, the door was pulled open sharply and the rifle's safety was clicked off as a precaution. Grey King narrowed his eyes, malign in intent, and his Brotherhood of Mutants roared in celebration.

Huddled about each other in the back of the van was the family of Neo-Humanist political party leader, Jonathan Lancaster. His wife, Martha, was the furthest back in the van with her and Jonathan's three children leaning into them, all bound, gagged, and blindfolded. Their youngest daughter was around seven while the oldest daughter was closer to twelve. And then there was their only son, about seventeen, who insisted on remaining on the outside of his sisters.

When the roars of the Brotherhood came, so did the muffled whimpers and cries of Senator Jonathan Lancaster's family.

Senator Lancaster, a once promising presidential candidate, had for years been bidding his shot at the White House based on his push for mutant registration across the United States. Though he was temporarily successful in having Proposition 66 passed, the bill was later vetoed and ultimately shelved for good. But none of that was never the point as far as the public - and the Brotherhood of Mutants - were concerned.

"Dee Milo! Chaos!" Grey King yelled over the Brotherhood's heckling and malicious cackles and shouts. He looked in the direction of those he summoned as they made their way through the crowds, and he pointed to the inside of the van. "You two are on guard duty. Take them to our holds."

Finally getting up to the front of the van, a tall and lanky man in a black, full body suit with dark body armor around the torso, and mask with only a glowing red circle in the center was the first to reach into the van. Behind him was a small woman with a red face, black hair, and yellow eyes. Her body seemed to be composed completely of dark, fluctuating energy in a transparent containment suit.

Martha and her daughters could only cry and struggle against the hands of Dee Milo and Chaos. It was futile, though, and the three of them were quickly ushered into one of Dee Milo's portals. Last came the good senator's only son, whose resistance was met with a similar vain.

"Everyone else is free to go and have some time to themselves," Grey King proclaimed over the chatter with the flick of his wrist. "We'll reconvene here in three hours."

A few feet away, Gambit's two assistants approached with their rifles slung over their shoulders. The mass of Brotherhood members were cheering and chattering amongst themselves at their latest victory. From there, it would only be a matter of a few hours before they enacted their scheme to unite mutants against their human oppressors, christening the alliance in the blood of one of their race's primary political enemies. Though they could hardly wait, they dispersed on their leader's orders.

"Start packin' up," Gambit quietly said to the two men that had accompanied him to the junkyard. They nodded to the Patriarch of the Thieves Guild and one moved to the front of the van as the other closed up the back. "We're goin' back to th' hotel now."

As his Brotherhood of Mutants began to disperse from the junkyard's make shift arena of dirt, gravel, and discarded steel, Grey King noticed as Gambit and the two who had accompanied him were getting ready to leave. Curiously, he extended his telepathy out to the mutant thief and almost instantly smirked.

"Remy!" he called out. "Wait just a moment there, friend."

Gambit slowly turned around to face the approaching Grey King, raising a brow. There was a slight twinkle in his and if everything was going according to plan, then he knew exactly what that meant. "Anythin' else ya need from me, Addy?"

"Quite the contrary. Meet me in my quarters in an hour," Grey King answered, his proud smirk suddenlty shifting into that of a mischievous smile. "I've actually got something that you need from me..."


Shortly after Gambit's talk with Grey King, he was left to his own devices in the West Virginian junkyard. Much of the area was used as a cover and one of the many fronts to the Brotherhood's safe houses. This small business, as well as others spread out across the United States and in a select few countries, were particularly useful in garnering a small chunk of revenue for the West Virginia cell's operations.

Much of the extended warehouses, storage areas, and shops on the premises had been converted into living quarters, planning rooms, and makeshift prison cells. Though the junkyard was somewhat run down, they were all interconnected and redesigned to appear and act as a complex of sorts. Because of this, it was only a short walk around the complex until Gambit had "gotten lost."

Gambit slowly opened the door to the dark and dank prison area, but the creaking down had caught the attention of the guard before he could take a look around. Chaos, the man in the black body suit and mask that had taken the senator's family away only so long ago, had rushed towards the door and blocked Gambit from going forward.

Much to Gambit's surprise, the circle-like eye on the man's mask began to glow fiercely with a psycho-plasmic energy, and his fists were raised like a boxer's.

"Whoa, there! Don't mind me, amigo," Gambit said quickly, putting up his hands defensively. Chaos eyed him in an offensive posture, ready to strike. "Jus' lookin' for a place t' get some privacy, y'know? Take a moment t' myself."

Chaos seemed unconvinced, cautious of this supposedly new ally to the Brotherhood of Mutants. Hand Gambit stood there, staring each other down for a few moments, before he reconsidered just what giving the thief a hard time could mean. Slowly, Chaos lowered his fists and began to stand up straight, though never taking his eye off of Gambit. Gambit lowered his hands in kind.

"Rorschach," Chaos muttered suspiciously and pointed to Gambit's face.

"Guess everyone does see somethin' different in there, eh?" Gambit replied with a bit of a somber and understanding smirk. Chaos's cold demeanor seemed unmoved by the thief's analysis. Gambit frowned to himself and shrugged, his attempts to get a reaction thwarted. He removed a pack of cigarettes from the inside of his jacket and flipped open the lid, offering it up to Chaos's face. "Smoke?"

Chaos continued to stand before Gambit unmoved, but the longer that the pack of cigarettes was held out to him the more curious he became. Little did Chaos know that Gambit seemed to have that effect on people. Though hesitantly, Radius's guard reached out and gently extracted a single cigarette from the pack, sure to keep an eye on Gambit and his body language.

"There ya go," Gambit said with an encouraging nod and smile. He slipped a cigarette out of the pack for himself and took it between his lips, then put the pack away and retrieved a Zippo lighter to take its place. "Need a light, too?"

With a nod, Chaos reached for the lighter in Gambit's right hand, but Gambit quickly clutched his fist and smacked the man's arm away. As expected, Chaos's head shot up to face Gambit and was met with a left jab from the thief, then followed up by a right hook. Chaos doubled back from the surprise blows and stumbled into a wall.

When he looked back up to Gambit, his single eye glowed with a psycho-plasmic energy, but Gambit had rushed him before he could let loose his powerful attack. Gambit's heavy boot crashed against Chaos's solar plexus, forcing the air from the mutant's lungs and causing him to double over onto his knees in pain.

Despite his initial alertness, Chaos had been taken off guard and unable to retaliate due to the immense pain and breathlessness he was experiencing. Gambit took that opportunity to position himself behind Chaos and grasp the man's chin with one hand and his neck with the other. In one swift movement, a sickening crack rung throughout over the makeshift cells, and Chaos fell limp to the floor dead, his neck broken.

"Sorry, hommes," Gambit started to with a deep breath. He then leaned down and began searching Chaos's body. He found a set of keys and cocked his head to the side. "But mama said knock you."

Taking a moment to collect himself, Gambit then strode away from the fallen form of Chaos, putting his hands and the keys in his jacket pockets as he approached Radius's makeshift cell. Radius had been aware that his guard was talking to someone further down the room, but he couldn't see who it was, nor recognize the voice.

It was when Gambit came into site that a familiar chord was struck in him, and when the thief took a hand out of his pocket and jingled a set of keys before him, Radius suddenly became aware of just what was happening.

"I know you..." he said in heartening realization. He stood up from his corner immediately, if not with painful difficulty, as the door to his cell was unlocked.

"Heh," Gambit, the former X-Man and current Patriarch of the Thieves Guild, smirked to himself with a slight shrug. "Who don't these days, mon ami?"

Before Radius could reply, Gambit raised a small remote control up to the eye level and pressed a button. A low 'beep' sound caught Radius's attention and then suddenly the golden collar around his neck fell to the cell floor.

"Oh thank god, man..." Radius said in relief as he gripped and massaged his now bare throat. He looked down to the deactivated negator collar and then back up to Gambit. "Has Cyclops and the rest of the X-Men come to bust us out?"

"Hate t' disappoint ya, but it's just me for now," Gambit replied with the shake of his head. He then nodded and thumbed towards the exit of the room and said, "Cyke an' dem will be here shortly, though, so c'mon."

"Jared Corbo," Radius introduced himself, extending his out hand to Gambit's graciously. Gambit paused, looking at the man's hand for a moment, his open gratitude catching the thief off guard, and then Gambit finally shook it.

"Remy LeBeau," Gambit introduced himself as well, nodding quietly.

"Good to be getting rescued by you," Radius quipped.

"Good to be rescuin' ya," Gambit retorted and then broke the handshake. He turned around and began for the door, to which Radius was quick to follow.

"Ungh!" Radius muttered sharply under his breath as a pain suddenly moved throughout his ankle and he staggered. Gambit turned around as Radius stopped where he was and put his hand to a nearby wall and steadied himself. "Ah, shit..."

"Eh? What's th' problem, kid?" Gambit asked with a somewhat curious and mildly concerned expression on his face. "They mess you up worst then I think?"

"More then likely," Radius groaned as he leaned his back up against the wall he had steadied himself on. "I think I just twisted my ankle out there... like, five times..." he explained as he lifted up his foot, gripping it with both hands and applying as much pressure as was comfortable.

"We don' have much time t' be nursin' it, hommes," Gambit said sternly, looking down to Radius's foot. He then looked around the junk yard's makeshift prison and out a nearby cell window, biting his lip. "The fireworks... they gonna be startin' soon. We need t' hurry up an' find your lady friend before dat happens."

"I gotcha," Radius said with a conforming nod, but he closed his eyes and took a moment to collect himself, anyway. After he had found the strength to go on, he began nodding once again and stood up. "Okay, let's go."


With the flick of a switch, the interior of the stealth SR-71 Blackbird jet was illuminated by red tinted lights, signifying the jet's conversion into stealth mode. Somewhere high above and over West Virginia, it was speeding towards a junkyard in the outskirts of a city called Clay, and it was almost there.

"ETA's about thirty minutes, team," Scott Summers, otherwise known as "Cyclops," said as he sat up from the pilot's seat of the Blackbird and turned to the rest of his X-Men. "Everyone sound off. Where are we at right now?"

"Looks like the B-Hood hasn't made any more Al-Jazeera styled announcements since earlier," Bobby Drake, "Iceman," was the first to reply from his communications console. "CNN and other news stations are all over the broadcast announcing the capture and pending education of the senator's family, though," he continued, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "They're callin' it a 'big mutant jihad.'"

"Jesus Christ," Cyclops muttered at the thought of the tag line. "When this is all over, someone call Warren and ask him if he can use his media connections to put a lid on the use of that catchphrase," he said with a sigh. "What else do we have?""

"Cerebro's scans show that the Brotherhood's members have scattered," Jean Grey-Summers, "Phoenix," explained from the Cerebro console as she removed the golden helmet from her head. "They're all either just killing time, celebrating, or preparing for their next television transmission. Only a few are keeping guard."

"I imagine that'll work to our tactical advantage, depending on any weaponry or gear they may have stockpiled in their base of ops,," Cyclops commented as he raised a hand to his chin. "That brings us to you, Hank."

"The Brotherhood seems to have only a few pieces of advanced weaponry and technology," Hank McCoy, "Beast," chimed in. His voice sounded more speculative then it did enthused by the new information. "However, keeping in mind the varied powers of their members, they likely wouldn't need much in the first place."

"We've already taken that last bit into account," Cyclops said with a nod to Beast, then turned towards another member of the team. "Isn't that right, Marie?"

"Oh yeah. Y'know those scenarios you had me goin' through, Cyke man?" Marie Charleston, "Rogue," asked rhetorically as she swiveled around in her chair and held up what appeared to be a map print out. "Ah think ah got th' best possible plan of attack right here..."

"Alright then, I'll be right with you in a second," Cyclops said as he turned back to around to face his co-pilot, who was currently managing the controls. "Ororo, have you gotten any word from our little mole in this operation?"

"Just as you were debriefing the rest of the team," Ororo Munroe, "Storm," confirmed with a nod as she looked over her shoulder. "Remy's been invited to stay for their broadcast, as planned, and already managed to survey the premises and free Radius. He's currently searching for Senator Lancaster's family and waiting for our next order."

"What about Magma?" Cyclops asked, his brow furrowed. Storm shook her head quietly, in which Cyclops took a deep breath. "Okay, then. Bobby and Jean, I want you two to keep tabs on any television broadcasts and the Brotherhood's movements down there," he ordered, to which both nodded in confirmation.

"Gotcha, bossman," Iceman said as he put back on his headset. Phoenix just quietly raised the golden Cerebro helmet back over her head.

"Ororo, let me and Remy both know when we're just about to reach the junk yard," Cyclops continued, to which Ororo nodded. "Hank, I want you to join Marie and I in the back. We can go over the plan of attack."

"Consider me there, oh fearless one," Beast acknowledged, unbuckling his seat's safety harness and leaping out in the direction of Rogue's console.

"We're getting close to this one, folks," Cyclops concluded as he surveyed his team of X-Men. "Everyone get your game face ready."


"I got dis way covered," Gambit whispered as he nodded down a corridor and then motioned with his metallic staff for Radius to go down the opposing corridor in the hall. "You check dat way an' holler if ya see anything."

"Will do," Radius replied under his breath and with a nod of his own. With that Gambit stalked quietly down his corridor, drawing his staff back and ready to strike at a moment's notice. Radius limped a short wait until he found a slightly opened door. He positioned himself at the edge of the doorway and looked into the room.

What he saw hit him like nothing he had seen before.

"Oh god..." Radius suddenly muttered to himself as he slumped down the wall he stood at, his eyes widening in shock and his stomach churning violently. "Oh fuckin' shit..." he continued to say as he gripped his forehead with one hand and his stomach with the other.

From the other corridor, Gambit's attention was perked from the faint and stifled groans and whimpers. Curiously, he turned his head over his shoulder and peeked down the hallway Radius had gone down. The Canadian X-Man hadn't made it past the second door of the corridor before he was doubled over on his knees, his body tensing up and heaving in odd ways.

Gambit glanced around the area, checking to see if anyone else was in the area or if they may have been investigating the sounds. After a moment of checking to be sure, the Cajun thief quietly moved towards Radius's side.

"Jared?" Gambit inquired as he knelt down and touched the young man's back. "What in th' hell's wrong wit' you, kid?"

Before Radius could choke back his vomit and respond, a glimmer of light from the partially opened door that Radius had collapsed by and the sound of heavy panting and moaning caught Gambit's attention. When Gambit lightly pressed on the door, pushing it open slightly so that he could see the source of panting and moaning, what he saw twisted his stomach into knots and caused his blood to run cold.

Bent over on their hands and knees was a young, naked woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, her body sweating and tensed up, rocking rear forward as her head bobbed forward then backward. Behind her was that man made of liquid metal from before - Mercury - thrusting in and out of here. In front of her was the tall and obese man - Landslide - whose lap the woman's face was planted firmly in.

Radius had immediately recognized the woman as his girlfriend, Allison Crestmere - possessed by her split-personality Amara Aquilla - in such a compromised position by the two men who had beaten him to a pulp nearly hours ago. After the night's humiliation and beatings, it was too much for the young man to bear. Radius had been broken - mentally, emotionally, and physically.

Gambit bit down on his lower lip and gripped his staff tightly, unsure of what to do. Radius, however, choked back the huffing and heaving and vomiting and tears, and he looked up to Gambit, begging of his rescuer only one thing.

"Stop them..."

Radius's words and disposition was more then enough for Gambit to understand. The ice water he had felt in his veins then turned into that of boiling gasoline and he stood up at Radius's side, retrieving a handful of cards from his jacket pocket with his free hand. Gambit charged the cards as he kicked in the door to the room the three were in and they all gasped suddenly, startled by sudden entrance of a new party.

However, before they could react, Gambit gritted his teeth and flung the cards towards the ground before them. The resulting release of kinetic energy caused an explosion that flung the three naked bodies in different directions.

Mercury had been blown the shortest distance from the attack, his liquid metal form having twisted with the blast and absorbed most of the impact. He attempted to rise to his feet to face the sudden threat, his body slowly closing the gaps and holes in him caused by the explosion, but Gambit knew Mercury was the most formidable of the three and the Cajun thief was on him first.

The large, albeit naked, man made of liquid metal drew a back fist and slung it towards Gambit as he had approached, but Gambit had ducked and slammed the end of his staff upwards into a section of Mercury's mending gut. The staff ripped through the mending liquid metal and ended up stuck in place as Mercury's stomach continued to close around the world.

Mercury a shot a look down to Gambit as he jammed at the staff through him and grabbed at him with both hands, but Gambit leapt out of the way of his grasp and somersaulted several feet way. However, once Mercury had realized what happened, it was too late. The metallic staff had been charged with as much kinetic energy as Gambit could muster, and when he spun around to face Gambit, the staff released the kinetic energy in a large explosion that splattered the liquid metal that formed Mercury's hide all over the room.

"DAAAAHHH!!!" came the battle cry of another of Gambit's opponents from behind him. Gambit started to spin on the heel of his foot, but a pair of bulbous arms had wrapped around his arms and torso and pulled him tightly into the owner's fleshy and stout body. Landslide harnessed all of his strength in an attempt to squeeze all of the air out of Gambit and crush his ribs in the process.

Gambit flung his legs about wildly, kicking and wiggling as Landslide continued to squeeze desperately tighter. Noting that Gambit's attempts to loosen his hold, Landslide flung himself onto his back, dragging Gambit down with him, and then wrapped his hefty legs around Gambit's in an attempt to pin him down.

As Landslide squeezed, Gambit groaned and cried out, his breath growing short and a burning sensation appearing in his ribs. He continued wiggling his shoulders and arms about wildly, wanting to slip them up and above Landslide's massive arms, and even as his vision began to spot and grow dark, Gambit struggled until he was finally free. With his arms free, Landslide's squeeze on Gambit's ribs became tighter, but Gambit knew that know he had a fighting chance.

Gambit reached up frantically to Landslide's face, pawing and scratching at it - much to Landslide's irritation - until he finally felt where the obese man's eyes and temple were. Taking a quick grip on his temple, Gambit tightened his fingers's hold and pointed his thumbs, jamming them directly into Landslide's eyes.

Landslide cried out louder then before and wiggled his head side to side, trying to break free of Gambit's torturous and blinding attack. Blood was beginning to seep out of his eyes until Landslide was forced to release Gambit from his crushing embrace and push the considerably smaller thief clear off of him. Landslides screams continued as he realized he couldn't see, whether from the damage done to his eyes or the blood that had seeped out of his eye sockets, and he began to scramble to his feet wildly.

Gambit took the opportunity that had presented itself and drew several playing cards out of his sleeves into each hand. Crossing his arms, he charged the eight cards in total with his powerful kinetic energy, and then flung them at the torso of Landslide's shuffling form. The cards struck on target and exploded, just as Gambit retrieved several more cards, charged them, and flung them at his enemy.

The explosions bombarded Landslide with such force that they threw even his mammoth bulk to the floor. Gambit retrieved more and more cards, flinging them wildly onto Landslide's fallen form and allowing them to explode on impact over and over, until finally the trauma of his wounds had forced him to stop moving.

Though with a nigh-invulnerable hide and immense strength, even Landslide had simply been too overwhelmed by his injuries and the destructive power of Gambit's kinetically charged cards. Gambit stood over Landslide's unconscious body, huffing and heaving from the exhaustion of such consecutive attacks, until he suddenly remembered that there was still a third opponent who has since been unheard from.

Until now.

Gambit suddenly arched his back and cried out as a ball of fire struck him from behind. He collapsed down to his hands and knees, squinting and groaning from the burn as it smoldered in the middle of his back, burning away at his jacket and clothing.

"Friend of Falk's or not, you just ruined the best fucking I've had in years!" Amara roared and she drew back her hand, generating another ball of fire in her palm. Just as she was about to follow-up on her strike, an invisible force blind sided her and forced her into a wall. In a flash she felt the force cover her entire body and pin her there with such force that she was paralyzed, unable to move.

"Don't say things like, that Allison... Amara... whatever!" Radius shouted at the top of his lungs as he extended his force field to cover her entire body, focusing primarily around her face and throat. "Please..."

Amara struggled within the force field, her fiery lava form thrashing about and blasting flames in every direction, but nothing could get out. Her yellow eyes, bright as the suns, grew in intensity for a moment there, but quickly began to die down as she was suffocated. Her lava form shifted back into that of a human girl and she fell limp within the force field as it crushed her.

Radius knew that she was unconscious and quickly relented, dropping the force field around her and letting her drop to the floor of the room. It was then he let himself collapse to the floor before her, broken once again and in a fit of tears.

The battle was over.

{{ Storm to Gambit, come in Gambit, }} a voice had called out in Gambit's ear. He had recovered since Radius's attack and when he saw Radius break down again he made it a point to rush to the X-Man's side. Those explosions and the yelling had more then likely been heard by nearby members of the Brotherhood and they would soon be closing in on the two of them, investigating what happened.

"Pull yourself together, hommes!" Gambit implored as he knelt down by Radius and took hold of his shoulders, giving the hysterical man a solid shake. "Them fireworks I was talkin' 'bout are here, man. Lives are on th' line!"

{{ Storm to Gambit, }} the voice coming from Gambit's earpiece reiterated, albeit more urgently. {{ Do you read me, Remy? }}

Gambit looked over Radius as he rubbed his hands into his eyes and tried to compose himself. He turned away from Radius and stood up, walking away to give the man some space. He finally pressed the button on his earpiece.

"Hear ya loud an' clear, Stormy," Gambit responded with a sigh. "I got Radius and Magma right here, but they gonna need a hand an' soon..."

{{ Gambit, it's Cyclops here, }} another voice came over Gambit's earpiece - that of the leader of the X-Men. {{ Iceman and Rogue are only a dozen or so yards away and closing. Don't forget your primary objective before it's too late! }}

"Got it, Cyke," Gambit said and he knelt down briefly to pick up his staff, then turned to Radius. "You don' worry none, kid!" Gambit told him as he ran across the room to the door. "Help'll be here for you two in a few!"

"Wait!" Radius called out frantically, dropping his hands from his eyes and sitting up suddenly. "Where are you going?!"

Gambit stopped at the room's doorway and turned around to face Radius. He looked over the thrashed bedroom, to Magma's ravaged and prone body at Radius's side, and then ultimately back to Radius's bruised and battered face.

"T' finish this hell once an' for all..."


Next Issue: This is it. The moment that you've all been waiting for. It's Gambit versus the Grey King and the X-Men versus the Brotherhood of Mutants! With the life of an anti-mutant senator's family hanging in the balance, as well as the lives their former teammates - Radius and Magma - will the X-Men be able to come out on top with their numbers unscathed? Don't count on it!


Author's Notes:

For those wondering about last issue's blurb about SHIELD, Fury, and the remnants of X-Force appearing in this issue... well, I had actually gone through three or four different plots for this arc. Sorry all. In the end, the prospect of using those characters just didn't seem faithful to my original premise for "Out Of Exile," so I decided to scrap it. After all, they're going to be getting more then enough love coming soon in David Wheatley's X-Force, Volume Two, heh heh heh... Later all!

Cory Wiegel
04/01/06