Title: A Prophecy like Fish.
Disclaimer: I only own the original characters & original locations.
Anything/one from previously published sources (books or movies) is
not mine! I am making no money on this; this is soley for
entertainment of myself and a friend.
Archive: Ask me first.
Rating: Not sure yet.
Crossover: X-Men2, Tremors, The Prophecy, Scorpion King.
Note: any misspellings are entirely my own, and I apologize for
History is written.
Not on the sands of Arrakis, which never existed but for in the minds
of monkeys; but on the substrates of Earth.
I am the teller of truths. The memory of ages present and past and
even those forgotten to all others. I have been called Mirmir, and a
plethoria of names beside. But this is not my story. Little do I
figure into this.
This is instead more properly the tale of prophecies. Prophecies
involving the most dangerous creatures which ever exist.
Telling the future can be difficult. The listener does not always
possess the best time-sensitive descriptives, leading the listener to
believe that the teller can see the future, or that everything is
fated. Time is more complex than that. Particularly in the case of
There was once a prophecy foretelling the arrival of a Nephilim. One
which would combat Pyriel, and has since emerged triumphant.
But there is another prophecy. One which involves that Nephilim, and
another. Another whom once was enemy to those who depend upon him.
And the prophecy holds that they must engage a more destructive foe.
Humans consider themselves most dangerous of the Earth's
inhabitants. They are only half correct. And they do not know the
half of it.
I shall tell the story as best and as only I can.
Marie was walking through the Science Center, roaming from one
exhibit to the next. Then she came to a door, beyond which was a
lecture series presently being given. The topic: astronomy.
On impulse, she opened the door, and, as it was standing-room-only,
she stood at the top of the stairs. Listening and learning.
Rothschild and Shwartzchild Radius. Hawking Radiation. And, what
filled her with mixed emotions, the Event Horizon.
Part of Marie felt uncomfortable hearing how similar she was to a
black hole. Oh, the lecturer didn't talk about Marie at all, but the
paralels built up in Rogue's mind.
Another part of Marie, perhaps the part that was Rogue, the part that
housed the memories of John and Kurt and Bobby, felt relieved.
Grateful that she wasn't completely unique in the universe.
"Are there any questions so far?" the lecturer asked, having reached
a break in topics, before going on to discuss how stars became black
holes. "Yes, miss?" pointing to Marie.
"What do singularities think about?" she asked.
The lecturer smiled, and when some in the audience laughed, said "No
no, it's a reasonable question." To Marie, "You've been reading
Bova's `Eater', I take it. In reality, singularities don't think."
"But if they did...?"
"They'd probably think about everything they eat. Radiation,
planets, stars, smaller singularities..."
Another hand went up. When called upon, "Black holes're cannibals?"
"In a manner of speaking," the lecturer answered, and went on to tell
about how, in the realm of black holes, size really did matter --
just like bigger lizards could eat smaller lizards.
Marie, unnoticed, snuck out of the room, wondering where to go next.
She didn't think the mutants back at Westchester would be safe if she
returned there, and she didn't want to remain in the wider world
where she might touch a nonmutant, either. Not many choices remained
But one surfaced in her thoughts: Alkali Lake. Who would look in the
15 YEARS AGO:
Charles Xavier opened the door. The mutant in front of him was
completely covered. "May I help you?" Xavier asked.
Her mind was light and prisms, no lasers, only reflections. Her face
was utterly hidden behind a hijab and other cloths. "May I obtain
refuge here?" she asked.
"Of course," Xavier said. "Please, follow me," and led her
indoors. "Would you like a private room, or would you care to
socialize?" Some of those who had come to his school in the past,
they'd just wanted isolation, protection - of themselves from others
and others from them.
"I prefer solitude," was the answer, her voice like the chimes of
"I know just the room."
MODERN WEST VIRGINIA:
Daniyel son of Danyael was perched in his usual place; on an eave of
a long-abandoned church, looking down at all the marker stones.
Weeds grew riotous in the spaces between. Ivy climbed the ruin walls
A sound of wings, cooing of doves landing. Then, the inversion.
Daniyel paid no heed to any of it.
"One thing about you, kid," Gabriel said, "is that I always know
where to find you." Looking at what presently engrossed
Daniyel, "Still watching the monkeys take dirt naps?"
"They're humans," Daniyel said; he didn't have the heart to snap.
"Add a bit of sauce, you can't tell the difference."
"Did this visit of yours have a reason to it?" Daniyel asked, "beyond
simply mocking my heritage?"
Daniyel stood, lightning reflexes, and stared up into Gabriel's
face. "What about her?"
"Where?" Daniyel asked, feeling hope flare once more.
"North of here," Gabriel said.
Daniyel nodded, wondering if he'd get so old that he forgot -- or
simply stoped -- using human placenames. "When do we go?"
That angelic grin, at once humor and eager and predatory. "How fast
can you fly?"
Daniyel smiled back, a smile that still clung tooth and nail to its
human origins. "Fast enough." It was inversing that he found
`...and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a
flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of
-- Genesis 3: 24; the Bible.