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