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FIC: X-Book 3: Within the Storm, PG-13, Chpt 8

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    Title: X-Book 3: Within the Storm - Chapter Eight: Scents of Predators By: Kath713/Leen713 Rating: PG-13 (violence, language) Genre: Crossover, SPOILERS FOR X2
    Message 1 of 1 , Feb 20, 2004
      Title: X-Book 3: Within the Storm - Chapter Eight: Scents of

      By: Kath713/Leen713

      Rating: PG-13 (violence, language)

      Genre: Crossover, SPOILERS FOR X2

      Summary: see prologue for book 3

      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!


      Chapter Eight:

      Cyclops led the X-Men down the dark halls of the compound quickly.
      Every now and then, Nightcrawler would teleport ahead, and then give
      them the all clear to continue. Wolverine trailed behind them,
      sniffing the air suspiciously. There were the scents of many others
      in the air, and they had not been gone long. Beneath the smells of
      the soldiers, he searched out a few familiar scents, warily glanced
      backward, expecting an attack at any minute.

      However, they had walked for nearly twenty minutes, and had not so
      much as seen one guard or other living being. The scents were
      growing stronger as they moved inward, but still far off.

      Suddenly, Wolverine paused and sensed the presence of an enemy.

      "Hold on," he said, and the others turned back to look at
      him. Wolverine was frowning deeply, and inhaled a few times before

      "Sabertooth..." he growled, "He was around here not too
      long ago. And...Deathstrike. Both came down this way..."

      "Right," Cyclops said, "Let's stay alert. Any trace
      of the prisoners?"

      Wolverine shook his head, "No...let's keep moving..."


      A little deeper inside the base, Sabertooth and Pyro stood over the
      slashed bodies of three dead soldiers. Apparently, not all the
      guards had been ordered to retreat from their posts. Sabertooth
      frowned as he looked on the cooling bodies, disappointed that
      someone had gotten to them before he did.

      Pyro felt sick, suddenly faced with real death. This was not a game
      anymore. He struggled to keep his composure.

      "The Lady..." he said, and Sabertooth glared down as Pyro
      continued, "The Lady Deathstrike did this. We must be going the
      right way."

      Sabertooth inhaled to catch the Lady's scent...but caught someone
      else's instead. He began to growl and Pyro glanced at him

      "What is it?" he asked.

      "Shut up," Sabertooth said back in a low voice. He breathed
      in again, and a vicious smile spread over his large mouth.

      Wolverine... he thought. He turned and began to walk in the
      opposite direction.

      "Hey!" Pyro shouted after him, "Why are you going back?
      I thought we were..."

      Sabertooth cut him off with a roar, and Pyro decided not to argue
      with the large mutant.

      "X-Men," Sabertooth finally replied, "Be ready..."

      Pyro snapped his lighter once, and grinned wickedly. He had been
      waiting for this moment for eight months.

      "Don't worry...I am."


      For about thirty seconds, the control room monitoring the cellblock
      was in complete chaos. None of the soldiers had time to react as
      the clawed woman burst through the small door and decimated their

      As the room filled with the scent of coppery blood, Deathstrike
      strolled calmly to one console and regarded the multiple monitors
      intently. Most were identical, showing an empty dark cell, until
      she spotted a screen that was a little more active. She watched the
      three mutants sitting imprisoned, and was pleased that they all
      seemed in good condition.

      With a quick tapping of keys, Deathstrike accessed control of the
      cell doors. A few more typing strokes and the red light over the
      occupied cell turned green. Toad would bring the girl to Magneto,
      and Deathstrike would ensure it would be without interference by

      She stood and walked over to another control panel. Only three
      monitors glowed on the wall above and her eyes focused on the
      central one. It showed a larger central base of operations, and
      among the bustling troops stood the General, his arms clasped
      arrogantly behind his back. She knew she was very close to him now.

      With quick fury, Deathstrike tore her claws down through the center
      monitor, and then headed out to do the same thing to the General.

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