FIC: X-Book 3: Within the Storm, PG-13, Prologue
- Title: X-Book 3: Within the Storm - Prologue
Rating: PG-13 (violence, language)
Genre: Crossover, SPOILERS FOR X2
Summary: The X-Men are once again are drawn into conflict by
Stryker, but this time, there will be no union with the
Brotherhood...even as the gathering storm approaches...
Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to the Marvel characters or
any character from a previously published source portrayed in this
Reviews: Any feedback would be great and is appreciated!
Author's note: I just realized a mistake, everywhere online they
list Stryker as General Stryker, but I watched X2 again and the
president calls him Colonel Stryker. If I want to stay true to the
movie, I'm just going to assume in the eight months in between X2
and the X-Books, he gave himself a promotion. Good for him :-)
The Sentinel entered slowly into the landing bay through a docking
door at one end of a large, underground hanger. It was still in its
disk-like form, the shape it took in flight, and touched the ground
on four shortened appendages. Immediately, the craft was surrounded
by soldiers, all heavily armed, on the chance that one of the
transported mutant prisoners may have awoken.
From a grated bridge, high above the hanger floor, General William
Stryker looked down with undisguised satisfaction. The
Sentinel's hull bore signs of the battle, however, the inner
mechanics had not been affected, and it had not had any problems
returning to the base.
A second team of soldiers were approaching the bottom of the
Sentinel and opened a long door that swung down to the ground. They
entered the craft in teams of two, bearing the
unconscious `passengers' out on long stretchers. Stryker
tapped his gloved fingers against the bridge's guard rail
thoughtfully until the three mutants were taken out of the hanger
towards the holding cells.
Three, he thought with a measure of relief, Three will be enough for
now. This was only our first run with the Sentinel. Three is a
The stranger would be pleased. Stryker knew his name but did not
like to use it. Simply thinking of him as `the stranger' was
enough for now. The stranger would get what he wanted, living
mutant subjects but, none of the three were the mutant Stryker
No matter, he thought, Magneto is on his way here now. I hope he
doesn't mind finding a few forgotten ghosts when he arrives.
Stryker grinned broadly and headed down to the hanger. The soldiers
were already beginning preparations for the arrival of their
guests. Not by securing the base or preparing for attack, but by
evacuating the outer sections and moving deeper into the mountain.
Most of the troops would leave to join the approaching soldiers
coming from Chicago, and only a scattered few would remain.
Stryker did not intend to lose decent, loyal, human Americans to the
approaching mutant threat. His primary goal remained the same, and
he would use mutants to kill mutants. The living three, who would
shortly be secured within, would serve another purpose until the
stranger arrived to collect them bait.
Stryker reached the ground floor as dozens of troops began falling
back out of the hanger. He stopped one commander and put a proud
hand on his shoulder.
"Get everyone out ASAP," Stryker said, and added, "Then,
get the Systems Ops boys in place. Those mutants have been in
stasis for some time now I'm sure they're ready to
"Yes, sir," the commander replied quickly and headed out down
a long main hallway.
Stryker flexed his hands with a dull cracking sound, a vicious
excitement fluttering in his chest. The lights in the hanger began
to go out, one at a time, until the starry night sky shone brightly
through the open docking doors.
In the dark beyond, there was one individual left behind. One with
senses keen enough to hear the General's fingers pop, and see his
white gleaming row of teeth as he smiled. However, it was his scent
she recognized most familiar hated.
Deathstrike peered across the hanger from her hidden position on the
Sentinel. Her eyes were wide, disbelieving at first who she now saw
standing across the large room, but her senses never lied. Stryker
was alive. It was impossible, Magneto had left him to drown in
chains, but there he stood, smiling affectionately towards the
craft. For a moment, she thought his eyes had met hers, but then he
turned and followed his soldiers down the hall.
The hall door hissed shut, and Deathstrike swung herself down from
the Sentinel and landed silently on the floor. She felt cold, ice
down to her bones at seeing the dead man alive. She had, months
ago, convinced herself that revenge on Stryker and his men had been
fulfilled. Now, the nightmare walked again, and she felt angry
Yuriko looked down at her hands and flexed them once. The cracking
sound was much louder than from Stryker's knuckles, metallic and
unnatural. She held her palms upward and stared into them, years of
torture playing before her again. A single tear struck her right
hand and puddled in the few smooth life lines.
Deathstrike suddenly clenched her fists and her teeth ground
together angrily. She looked up, toward the dark hall and rage
shone from her face. Her eyes sparkled like a cat's in the
night, predator with a new found prey.
Then, she tilted her head and frowned. Stryker was evacuating his
men, leaving this machine and all of their equipment behind. As if
they were not expecting anyone to follow, as if they were safe
closing down for the night
It's a trap, she thought quickly, knowing Stryker's mind as
well as her own, He knows we'll follow the Sentinel here
Deathstrike touched the ear worn communicator and spoke quietly.
"Magneto Magneto, respond," she said. The only answer
she heard was static.
Torn between duty and revenge, Deathstrike stood near the large open
door and stared out at the night sky. The clouds were rolling in
again, and the temperature was dropping rapidly. The danger lay
before them, and behind them.
Despite what Stryker had made her to be, she was still human, still
Yuriko. And she wanted that more than revenge. Her teammate had
been taken deep into the base by the soldier, and Magneto and the
others would arrive soon. Stryker knew both of these things but
did not know she stood in the middle.
In Deathstrike's eyes, the Brotherhood had their enemy
surrounded. A vicious smiled spread across her face, revenge and
duty were suddenly the same. Yuriko Oyama outstretched one hand and
drew her claws across the open door, a sign of her presence for her
approaching Brothers. Then, with graceful skill, she moved through
the shadows, and into the halls beneath the mountain.
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