FIC: X-Book 2: Shadows and Steel, PG-13, Chpt 13
- Title: X-Book 2: Shadows and Steel - Chapter 13: Proceed
Rating: PG-13 (violence, language)
Genre: Crossover, SPOILERS FOR X2
Summary: See Chpt 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to the Marvel characters or
any character from a previously published source portrayed in this
Rebecca Malloy left the library in a rush, hoping to get the armload
of books to her car before the sky began pouring again. Her mind
was racing with the information she had gathered today and was
entirely preoccupied by her studies. Her sense of any lingering
presence in the shadows did not register any danger, so it was
She turned on the radio as she drove back to her home, on the
northern outskirts of the city. The music that suddenly blared from
the speakers was a mix of loud drums and electronic cords. Rebecca
grimaced and changed the channel. The second station was playing
similar music and she clicked away again. After the third station
only offered more of the same, she gave up on top-forty music and
found a talk station.
A pair of late night DJs were debating about the hot topic of the
moment, which for every major news station for the past few months
had been the `mutant phenomenon.' Rebecca sighed, bored with
the constant rhetoric about `dangerous mutants', but decided
to listen anyway.
"I just don't see what the big deal is, man," the first
jockey said loudly, "So what if mutants have to register with the
government? It's not like they're being completely
segregated from society. They just have to let them know what kind
of crazy stuff they can do."
The second DJ shot back with the counterpoint, "Yeah, but the
government shouldn't be allowed to force people to be on some
list just because they're different or can do freaky things.
Hey, everybody does freaky things, if you know what I mean "
Both DJs laughed wickedly, "Not me, man. Maybe you Ha, but
the freaky things we do don't risk anybody's life, man. I
mean, man, I heard there are some mutants that can like, blow shit
up with their eyes, man."
"That don't mean there is a bunch of people blowing stuff up
with their eyes. When's the last time you heard of somebody being
wasted by eye beams."
"Yeah, man, but wouldn't you want to know if somebody could
do that? What if you started something with some guy at a bar and
he decides to vaporize you? I mean, man, oh, man. It's a
totally different way to look at life."
"But, you're talking about they're lives, you know.
Everybody has a right to their own private life. It's like
seventy years ago when the Jews had to register who they were with
the Nazis. I mean, who really gives a crap what religion anyone is.
It's all love, baby. Mutants are just like a different level of
"Yeah, but people who are in a religion are still, like, normal
people. They can't help which church their parents drag them to
when their kids."
"And mutants can't help you they are either. It's like
being born without an arm or leg, you know. They just have extra
arms and legs "
"And extra eye beams of death, man. Ha, I need some of them in
studio for pain in the asses like you "
"Yeah, yeah, zap this, bitch."
Both DJs were rolling now and moved off the topic of mutants to
something more lowbrow so their audience did not get bored. For
Rebecca, it was too late for their bullshit and she grabbed a disc
and turned on some music more to her taste before the DJs began
talking about actresses' breast sizes.
The mutant phenomenon that was what they always called it.
We're a phenomenon, huh? She thought, laughing to herself and
wondering how the world would react to know about some of the other
unnatural `phenomena' running around this dear city.
Pulling slowly into her driveway, Rebecca sighed audibly, happy to
be home after such a long day. She idled for a few minutes after
parking, listening to the last few verses of the song playing in the
radio and letting herself relax. Finally she turned off the car and
Her car was the only one pulled up to the house, so she figured Sid
and Sebastian were out having actual lives, while she slaved away at
the library. Rebecca had taken to helping the staff there clean up
at night, and the routine had been just that until they offered to
pay her for it. So, what the hell? She practically lived their
anyway, now they paid her for putting books away for an hour or
two. A nice, normal, safe job which her apprehensive uncle approved
God, she needed to get out more often
She stretched after exiting the car, and pulled her hood away from
her face. The rain seemed to have ended for the night and she
breathed the night air deeply. She gathered her bags and
books and headed across the dark lawn toward her house.
As she walked, she did not notice the pair of watchful eyes peering
from the rooftop above. Toad sat as still as stone, regarding the
woman with silent enthusiasm for the task at hand. He almost did
not believe his eyes when she first exited her vehicle.
The first thing he noticed was that she was still looked very
young. The second thing he noticed was how completely contented she
seemed. Could this really be the same woman from Deathstrike's
A twinge of disappointment hit him. The air of fury so evident on
tape seemed absent in the person below.
Toad had planned to meet Sabertooth on the far end of the building
before the woman reached the front door, but as he tried to move, he
found he could not take his eyes off her. She moved quickly, almost
marching, and the braid of her hair bounced lightly against her
back. Toad felt his chest tighten in anticipation as she paused to
unlock the door of the dark building, and for one moment her face
was visible in the light shining from above the door.
He jumped quickly away, stopping finally at the edge of the roof.
He peered over at the small deck running along the side of the
building. Sabertooth was climbing the wall up to where he sat.
Toad listened to the noises from the building below and heard a door
snick closed on the second floor. He grinned and leaped down to the
highest deck silently.
Sabertooth appeared next to him a moment later and Toad grinned
wickedly at the large mutant.
"This is the one," Toad whispered to his compatriot.
Sabertooth sneered back, and Toad knew that expression was as close
to a pleased grin as the beast of a man could get.
"Mystique is waiting below with the boy," Toad said,
crouching low in the shadows.
"We won't need them," Sabertooth replied in a low growl.
"We'll see," Toad whispered back.
Through the balcony's large glass windows, both mutants saw a dim
light appear in the dark room. The young woman in the green hood
appeared in the large second floor den and they watched as she
deposited her burden on the sofa casually. She did not turn on any
other lights as she walked through each room toward the back hall.
Excellent, Toad thought. She seemed relaxed not expecting
anything out of the ordinary. A prey surprised and off guard and
easier to catch.
The woman reappeared in the den after a few moments. She was no
longer wearing the long coat, and seemed to now be wearing her
nightclothes, which were a simple pair of long cotton pants and an
oversized button down shirt.
Toad touched his ear piece, "Target is in place."
It was Magneto's voice which replied over the communicator and
Toad grinned as their leader spoke again.
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