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Wheels in Motion an X2 fic. (repost? - remy)

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  • Chrissy Synth
    Archive: Not yet to anywhere, please. disclaimer : Nothing is mine. Summery : Brotherhood, Lebeau, X-Men nuff said. IF anyone has ideas of where this fic
    Message 1 of 1 , Jan 18 3:03 PM
      Archive: Not yet to anywhere, please.
      disclaimer : Nothing is mine.
      Summery : Brotherhood, Lebeau, X-Men 'nuff said.

      IF anyone has ideas of where this fic should be going
      PLZZZZZZZZZZZZ let me know.

      Feed back would be nice. I really love feed back. No


      Wheels In Motion

      The Second X Men Movie.

      A curious Whipblade & Chrissy Synth production.

      It's not like they never been in a place like this
      before. But this could be the first time they walked
      through the front doors and not have the intentions of
      robbing the place blind.

      Raven Darkholme, in a sleek short black dress with
      long creamy legs and flowing corn coloured hair hadn't
      accually been in such a place. She been in better, and
      certainly worse hotels, but this one seemed so homey
      yet eligant at the same time.

      Mortamor certanly never been in such a fancy and rich
      place. it made him feel like someone important.
      The elaborate hotel lobby didn't frighten him as
      bright open places normally do. The vast floor space,
      all golden tiled with a red carpet flowing from the
      six gold framed doors, to the reseptionist counter, to
      the elevators. In the center of the lobby a large
      marble fountain, spued crystal clear water into the
      air, then caught the dropplets in its huge round
      marbel base with various colored coins scattered in
      the bottom. Flood lights of pink and blue danced
      illuminating the shimmering water.
      The open concept didn't intimidate Toad as it would
      normally, this time he was littarly awed, the whole
      place seemed breath taking.

      Erik Lashnerr nodded his thanks to the receptionest as
      he took an envlope out of her manicured fingers. He
      strolled down the red plush carpet rolled ontop of the
      marble flooring. The neautral plantive decor of the
      hotel didn't fizz him any. He was here with a purpose.
      Just this time he splearged for that purpose, more or
      less to comfert and impress his minons. Let them see
      luxary. He knew most of them never did before.

      The trio all seemed to feel like what they are not.
      Important, Expensive, First class, Human.

      * * *

      A mall, Too big for the small northren city, stood on
      the edge of town, filled with people. The square
      figure eight design on three acers of land, held one
      hundred and sixty stores. All on one level, all newly
      renovated. The brightly lit interior of the mall, left
      no merchandise hidden in shadows. Nothing went
      unnoticed. Except for the people. At a southren
      entrance of the mall kitty corner to a popcorn stand
      selling various candies also, was set up beside a
      bubblegum matchine in front of a Shoppers Drug Mart.
      A restrant to the other side of the drug store, a
      jewlary store across from that, Blue Madness and a Gap
      beside each other lingered to the corner where the
      mall shifted starting the figure eight. An Arcade
      crunched in the corner between an A&P gorcers store
      and the Abby made the outter walls. The glass case
      holding the candy within its counters bore witness of
      the figure in the Shoppers Drug Mart.

      A tall lengthy figure stood in front of the deoderants
      standing in line on a shelf in the center of the
      store. Behind him the Magazine rack stood errect,
      already cleared of any reading material the aubran
      haird tall man thought intreaging. With a movemnet of
      his hand, faster than any eye or camra could registar,
      three antipersparnts and one deoderant were gone. The
      figure moved with the sly grace of a cat being
      insidious. The deviant young man, in his early
      twenties if that, walked down the isiles and with a
      quick flick of a finger he took what he desired.
      Shiney, practical, impractical, nessissary object soon
      fell in his clothing. Baggy black cargos hidden by a
      long flowing black trench coat. His gloved hands and
      dark shades let him fall into the shadows easily as he
      slipped past socitiy unnoticed. Walking to the check
      out counter he dropped a bottle of water onto the
      counter and took out the one dollar and twenty five
      cent he owed.

      Down the walkways of the mall, Passing under the
      skylight rolled a bald man in a wheel chair. His
      formal gray dress pants and bisness jaket gave him the
      look of professional, The white dress top and dark tie
      put it all in prosceptive with the shiney dress shoes,
      he was of athority. Beside him, a tall, slender
      african woman with flowing white hair and black
      eyebrows all natural strolled to the right in a dark
      rose shortselve top and lighter material shorts. To
      the left a younger man in his twenties, roughtly six
      feet with brown hair and dark shades with red lenses
      walked with pride and power, although relitively
      slender, to the left of the wheel chair. Black jeans
      and a teeshirt gave him a casual appearance abate with
      "Cerebro picked up a mutant signare in this vasinity.
      " The man in the wheel chair stated simply calmly.
      "What he look like Professor Xavier?" The white hair
      beauty asked in her accented dove like voice.
      "Look for a tall teenager with dark sunglasses."
      Professor Xavier replied from his seat in the moving
      silver wheel chair.

      From behind looking at the group of three, walking
      down the hall beside one rolling along in a wheel
      chair. A man watched. He stalked them carefully with a
      hunters grace. His animal hyde long brown trench coat
      flowed behind him as he kept back and out of their
      sights looming in the shadows. Strands of blond hair
      occasionally fell into his face as he snarled under
      his breath, the target he had been asigned to moved
      threw the thongs of shopping people. Not that it
      mattered to him how crowed the place was to make a
      kill, he had a job to do... and that was make sure he
      killed the cue ball in the wheel chair, before the
      other two could get to him.
      Shoppers looked at the tall blond man in animal skin
      pants and rugget lose brown top, they all gave the
      hunter a wide brith., the musles that rippled below
      the clothing made just what he is all too real.

      Standing outside of Shoppers Drug mart outlet, The
      lengthy teenager passed by a bargin bin and paused,
      picking up a pink and black stripped sweat band in the
      mist of a dozen or so brushes, combs and various other
      hair accessories that lay in a bargin bin he had over
      looked upon entering the store.

      "That him?" The man beside Xavier asked looking at
      the few people walking by with glasses on.
      "No Scott, that is not him." Xavier ansered his prized
      "How about him?" The white haird lady asked looking at
      a small teenager boy standing on the otherside of the
      "No ororo, " Xavier paused as he spotted the trench
      coat clad teen twirling the pink and black hair peice
      around his finger Apathetically,
      while watching a few young girls skimply dressed
      across the way.
      "Thats him." Xavier pointed out to his studants.
      "Remy Lebeau?" Xavier called out. A few people turned
      to look at the voice calling a mysterious name, but
      most don't bother.
      "Oui?" The teenager theif answered, his head
      swinging about from the girls he had been looking at.
      Together the three of them spotted their indened

      Ororo, the Professor and Scott approched Remy.
      "Greetings Remy Lebeau." Xavier smiled.

      Sabretooth, in his brown hide cloak, growled as his
      target made contact to the target of someone else on
      his team.

      Remy looked at The three who stood before him.
      "bonjour" Remy greeted unsure who these people are.
      "Whats with the shades?" Scott asked smiling.
      Remy looked from the man in the wheelchair to the man
      with the red tinged sunglasses. Remy didn't respond.
      "Take off the shades Remy, we don't ridacul."Xavier
      pleasently requested.
      Slowly Remy reached up, the pink and black ban fell
      unknoticed down his trench coats sleeve. Remy removed
      his dark sun glasses reveailing his black eyes with
      red iris.
      "What accent is that you talk with Remy?" Ororo asked
      "Cajun." Remy said " You know 'bout Remy, but Remy
      don't know who you be."
      "I am Professor Charles Xavier, This is Ororo Munroe,
      and Scott Summers. We are here to help you Remy
      Lebeau." Xavier smiled as he introduced the gathered.

      Sabretooth got into possition, creeping up, he was
      getting ready to pounce at Xavier. When a new scent
      filled the air not too far off, behind the assassin.
      Sabretooth peered over his shoulder only to see yet a
      nother obstical, A fourth X-men, the one called The
      Sabretooth glanced at his target, then cursed as he
      watched the four exit the mall.

      Sabretooth swung around just in time as a black blurr
      with fangs and claws crashed into him with a mighty
      roar the two both fell to the floor.
      "You shouldnt' stick your snout where its not
      welcomed!" Woverine growled as he stabbed the bigger
      bulkier man in the chest with three adamantium claws
      produced from between his knuckles.
      "RAAAHHH!!!" Sabretooth roared. As he slashed at
      Wolverine's face with one hand, while the other
      punched him in the gut throwing the smaller man off.
      Wolverine flew in the air then landed hard against a
      large gum ball matching. The man brought the matchine
      down with a crash, the plastic glass shattered as gum
      balls scattered across the mall floor.
      "Why don't you go back to where you came from Runt!?!"
      Sabretooth growled getting to his feet ignoring the
      onlookers that gathered around.

      Before The tall blond man could attack, Wolverine did.
      He slammed full tilt into Sabretooths middle. The two
      fell backwards. Sabretooth slammed into the pop corn
      matchine. little while cornals covered in hot butter
      flew a foot in the air, landing on the floor along
      with the glass and machinery that was once part of the
      matchine. The merchant started to yell at the two
      Sabretooth knew that, as much as he wanted to kill the
      short Canadian man, his target was more important.
      Sabretooth Kicked off Wolverine then, leaping over the
      gum balls, crashed threw the Malls lobby plate glass
      Wolverine ran after his advasary, all six adamantium
      claws extracted. Upon exiting the mall, he sniffed,
      Sabretooths scent filled his nose, but the blond man
      was gone. Wolverine retracted his claws with a SNIKT,
      and started to walk across the parking lot, not once
      looking back at the confused people, who had to deal
      with the mess left in the fights wake.

      * * * *

      In a dark room with maple red wood stained walls and
      table sat about 30 mutants in leather chairs. The
      Brotherhood of Mutants assembled. All but Sabretooth
      were presant.

      At the end of the big table sat quietly their leader.
      Magneto. To his right, Quicksilver, then The Scarlet
      Witch, Avalance, The Blob, and Pyro. Down the other
      side, starting at Magneto's left, Mystique, Toad, and
      two empty seats, one for Sabretooth and one for their
      newest recruit.

      They all waited for the report of Charles Xaiver's
      assassination, as well as the recuirtment of a young
      New Orleans theif.

      Pyro sat solomly staring at the table and keeping his
      ears open for his leaders words. Pyro reflected on his
      desision to leave the X-Men. This assassination ment
      alot to everyone around him, but it ment nothing to
      Pyro. Nor did the boy who could kenetically charge
      objects with his hands along with some special Charm
      Power that swades people to like him, and empathy,
      whatever that was, Pyro didn't really give a damn.

      Without notice Sabretooth stormed into the room. Claw
      marks clearly not his own had ripped his top across
      the chest, as well as ripped in the arm sleaves of
      his favorit rare fur cape.

      To the room the assassination was apparently a
      fauiler, due to Sabretooth had far too little of blood
      on him.

      Sabretooth sat down at the far end of the table, he
      was growling darkly as Magneto started to yell, not at
      Sabretooth imperticuallary, but all of the assembled.

      " We are here to kill the X Men, and take the mutants
      that Xaiver wants to requirt. Apparently one mutant
      per target was not enough. " Magneto started.

      Pyro looked at his leader. Sabretooth could take out
      an army alone, but even he had to admit that there are
      times when back up is nice. Pyro thought to himself as
      the meeting drifted on.

      end page one.


      My life is a puzzle. Picking up the pieces is simple, trying to fit those pieces together is a diffrent matter all together.

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