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...
"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!