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Sinister Intentions; {Jean, Rosie and Scott}
Topic Started: Sep 5 2008, 06:48 AM (939 Views)
Jean
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There was a danger to being the best - it was too easy to believe the hype. The mental blast was an explosion of hate and distain; it battered through the barrier she’d had up. She’d been ill-prepared for this confrontation, to battle powerful psychic, and her shield buckled, crushed like an aluminum can. He hadn’t physically hurt her but in that explosion, his thoughts of pain were like crimson clubs that pummeled her mind. Stunned and blinking from the attack, Jean staggered in the air and it was with pure instinct that she reached out to keep herself aloft, an instinct instilled by half her lifetime of X-Men. She used to mentally spar with the Professor and those old moves came back in a rush. Jean caught her breath and braced for the next blow… but it didn’t come.

Whether by accident or part of Sinister’s design, her guard had dropped from Scott and little Rosie; and the stranger wasted no time taking advantage of the lapse and attacked the most helpless among them. Bright red blood trickled down from Rosie’s nose and she fell backward on the porch. As much as Jean wanted to gather Rosie up in her arms and spirit her out of danger, she knew that would be a bad and possibly fatal decision. Sinister had the look of a hunter who would enjoy nothing more than chasing them down; he seemed to be just that type.

“Let’s see how strong you really are,” Jean muttered to herself as she focused her attention on the tiles floating around Sinister and, with the psychic force that had once lifted the demolished remains of a massive five floor building and effortlessly kept the debris floating around her, and fueled by the anger at seeing Rosie’s bloody face, force of her thoughts grabbed the tiles and squeezed them toward the center… and Sinister.
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He didn't want to fight. Hadn't expected it today. Was going to kill whoever left the gate open, though by this Sinister's demeanor Cyclops was certain that wouldn;t have stopped him. That familiar 'I almost know you' feeling was so overwhelming, though, that Scott felt it like ice dropping down the back of his collar. The flicker of his telepathy on the edge of his consciousness was... almost as if there was already a groove worn into his mind that had been waiting for him.

Sinister lashed out, at first Jean then, Rosie and at the sight of his girls battered by this monster, the stuttering deja vu was forgotten. His wife, his partner in more ways than that which was designated by the twin red gold bands they wore, has apparently assumed, just like Scott, that Sinister, who seemed to know and prepare for them, would have given himself some sort of protection from Scott's violent concussive beams. However, the shielding he had given himself, the roofing tiles he had ripped from the mansion, had no such protection. As Jean closed them around Sinister, Scott lifted his glasses, and through his one opened eye, he unleashed an attack of it's full force, the beam precisely aimed to stike the dead center of the roofing tile cocoon Jean had turned Sinister's shield into.

The one eyed blast would be like being slammed by a two ton wrecking ball. In mid air, Sinister would have no natural resistance to prevent him from being knocked through the air, unless he had telekinetically anchored himself, as Jean often did to keep herself hovering in one spot, but even if he did, the blast would slam the tiles into and quite possible through the villain who dared come here and attack them in their own home, who cared nothing for hurting women and four year old children, who thought himself so important that he had singled out Scott and his family for this vendetta, experiment, jihad, whatever it was... and once the tiles were shattered, Cyclops's beam would not stop until he closed his eye.

From somewhere Scott heard a familar sound, as familar as his own voice, known for fifteen years, welcomed for almost as long, the beat of huge impossible wings.

"You wanted to make yourself a shadow to my family, Sinister?" Scott growled, a smirk crossing his face, "Well, my family is a hell of a lot larger than you think, and you threaten one of us, you threaten us all."
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Warren Worthington
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Turning his car into the driveway of the Institute, Warren frowned, grimacing lightly as not only did the gates refuse to open, but the metal seemed to be fused together. Just another day at the office or something similar. Warren had been fighting too long to think that this could be anything over than an attack. Either that or it was a power malfunction by a student, but if that was the case, there would be a teacher out here already, trying to sort it out.

Turning off the car engine, he got out of the car, hands resting on his hips he looked through the gaps in the gate, seeing a man in a cape hovering above with Jean and Scott below. Immediately he turned and ran back to his car.

Reaching under the passenger seat, he briefly rooted around until his fingers the hilt of one of his swords. Grasping it more tightly he pulled them out, the two swords with the leather harness wrapped around them. They weren't exactly 'his' swords, they were one of four back ups he had in various places including his office and his apartment. He liked to be prepared, not quite to the Boy Scout extent of Scott, but enough so he wouldn't be caught out if one of the many enemies or probably countless new ones the X-Men had formed over the years decided to attack.

Straightening up as he moved out of the car, Warren strapped the holster over his shoulders, moving quickly to try and help Jean and Scott as soon as possible. His wings spread to their full span as he took off from the ground, swooping over the wall.

::Jean?:: He questioned, reaching out down that light, normally hidden bond that existed between Jean and the original X-Men. He waited for her reply, a go ahead and the confirmation that he was shielded. She briefly filled him in on their new guest. ::You make the most interesting friends:: He replied wryly before swerving towards Sinister as Scott blasted him.

Jean was holding him in place which made is easy for Warren to come up behind him, his presence hidden by the telepath. He unsheathed both swords, one crossing around and pressing against the man's throat hard enough to draw blood, his other arm bent back so that the tip of the second sword pressed closely into Sinister's back, just above the kidneys. His wings kept him steadily aloft, slight movement causing the swords to grate against the throat of the intruder.

"I'm the annoying, but vastly more charming, younger brother. And I think it's time you left." Warren said lightly, but the strength of his final statement ringing clear, none the less because of the joking words.
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[align=center]Sinister smiled as the great Jean Grey lost her grip on him. The dear child was in pain and bleeding, Scott was in the middle of the chaos and Jean was attempting to find a way to stop him. Surely the gods of chaos smiled upon this very scene. How strong he was? The woman did not have any limitations to her talk. She impressed him. This was a female who dared not tremble in front of an apocalypse. "I am power woman." The words barely slipped out of his mouth as the tiles compressed against him.

He admitted, he was caught by surprise, but these foolish games would cease now. He had come for a blood sample and, he would get it. Even if it meant slicing Summers' chest open and ripping his beating heart out. Of course, such extreme measures would be saved for later. As he began pushing himself out of the prison, his attention zoomed to Summers. Finally, he would unleash his power.

A smirk grew on his face, only to be wiped off as the optic blast neared him. He only managed to move across slightly, only for his left hip to be hit by the blast. Instead of immediate healing, pain actually surged through him. The wound was taking longer to close and he, for the first time, felt...pain. "Impossible..." he muttered. How could Scott Summers be able to injure the great Mister Sinister? One of life's difficult questions, one that would be best answered in the very near future.

The flapping of wings caught Essex's hearing too. His ears perking up. He turned his head slightly on for two swords held against his neck and back. By now, the wound was healed fully, but the pain was still there, true, not entirely, but a bit. "Do you know why I was referred to as the White Devil by the Nazis, Angel?" Essex muttered with a smile. And with that, he pushed himself back, the sword penetrating his kidney. With another arm, he broke free of one of the tiles, pushing the other sword into his neck.

The next move was unpredictable, his form began changing wildly. Limbs began melting and his skin dropped down. One by one, his entire body turned into a semi-liquid state and oozed down onto the ground below. Only then did he reform into his proper nature and turn to Grey.

"Let the X-Men come, and let me see what Xavier has taught you children of the atom."[/align]
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Through the haze of pain and confusion that Sinister's attack had caused her, Rosie heard the beat of wings over the wind whipping all around Sinister. She managed a grin, which only made the blood from her nose trickle into her mouth, but she knew now that everything would be okay. Sure, her parents could beat the snot out of Sinister a few times over, but with Warren's help they would get rid of him in no time.

"Angel!" Rosie managed with a little gasp, mewling with the pain the word caused her head. She reached her hand out, silently asking his help in this massive task of defending their home, though the little girl knew without a doubt that he would help no matter what. She watched with wide, admiring eyes as he flew to hover behind Sinister -- the day would be saved!

And, to Rosie's horror, Sinister impaled himself. Suddenly he was dripping, falling and becoming intact again as though he'd never melted before. Rosie cried out, terrified beyond words. He couldn't hurt her family. She put all of her energy into a power surge, though it made her head throb until she nearly passed out; the air rippled visibly as her telekinetic attack surged through the air towards Sinister.

"Leave us alone!" She screamed, balling her hands up hard. Her mama and papa and Warren were in danger, and she didn't want to go away like he'd said. Rosie stood -- well, sat, as she still cowered on the front stoop -- her ground, determined to protect them though her own shirt was stained with blood. "We didn' do anythin' to ya!"
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The visceral joy she felt as Warren ambushed their unwanted visitor turned to ashes as the stranger proved that a morphing power and a certain amount of regeneration meant that anything less than a lethal attack wasn’t going to work.

Rosie seemed to be near hysteria, and who could blame her; this pale faced intruder smirked like a shark and seemed to be unstoppable. When Sinister puddled into goo and then reformed as good as new, Jean’s face fell. Oh, you’ve gotta be freaking kidding me, she thought, gaping at him; she’d honestly thought they’d effectively triple teamed him: she’d bound him with her telekinesis while Scott and Warren inflicted physical damage to him. Frankly, it didn’t get much better.

Jean narrowed her eyes at his taunting and insistence that they prove their worth. “Come here? To fight you? Why should anyone else waste their time on you?” she said, spitting her words at him with cold disdain. “You came here knowing all our powers,” she forward in the air and locked her green eyes to his crimson ones, “And we’re learning all about yours with everything you do.”

:: Attack again, I’ll hold him,:: Instantly, she sent her idea to both men. Instead of physically holding him in place, she would paralyze his thoughts, stunning him. :: Angel, go for the heart or the neck. We’ll see if he oozes away from that. ::

She’d made a mistake thinking of him as a physical combatant and holding him with telekinesis would be effective; he was mental and she was going for his mind this time. Jean looked into his crazed red eyes and pulled between her mental force into a sharp lance of thought and charged Sinister. She stared at him with such intensity and anger that the air around her began to shimmer with her passion and assumed those fiery colors – red, yellow and orange mixed together in something akin to illusory flames shaped into a huge predator bird. Oblivious to these changing, Jean’s only thoughts were of shattering his mental shields in the most painful way possible and searing away his mind.
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Sinister's actions were the actions of a mad man, obviously... and as he melted, literally melted out of Angel's grasp, Cyclops gave a soft groan deep down in his throat. "Ridiculous," he muttered, this was all so extremely unnecessary, so completely dumbfounding. Jean linked their minds in that way that she had been doing since they were teenagers learning how to work as a team. This was going to be a tricky thing for them to do time out, but with her connection, and their years of training together, they could work like a perfectly well oiled machine. The only new factor in the triple attack was brave little Rosie, and her abilities were close enough to Jean's that it would funnel together.

Warren and Scott had always trained together, first because they were the only students, but then later because it was enjoyable to them. Neither man was the sort to hang out at baseball games or in bars, so their routine had long been to bond in the Danger Room beating the wiring out of a few robotic opponents, in violent bantering one-up-manship that Jon had called 'sickening displays of bromance' whatever that was. To blast out into a malleable mutant like Essex could conceivably cause Warren injury if they hadn't perfected their particular attack patterns, and guided by Jean's telepathy there was no chance of error. Scott quickly broadcast his battleplans to Jean who relayed them to Warren in the blink of an eye.

As Jean and Rosie wrapped their powers around the man's body and mind, Scott lifted his glasses, both eyes wide and focused directly on their target in twin beams of his full scarlet force. He aimed as he looked. There would be no way that Sinister could shimmy his way out of it this time.

"Rose, close your eyes, honey," he said, his voice as calm as it could be in the midst of this. "Hide your face."

He knew from the man's abilities that it would not kill him to have Warren cut off his head (hopefully), but still there was no reason the little girl should have to watch it.
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"Do you know why I was referred to as the White Devil by the Nazis, Angel?" Essex muttered with a smile.

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me...” Warren replied, his voice trailing off as Sinister pushed himself onto the blade of the sword placed at his kidney’s and used the other sword to slice open his own neck. It happened too quickly for Warren to move his swords but he started to pull them out, only to have the resistance of Siniter’s body disappear entirely as the man turned into into a viscous state and dropped to the floor. “That’s.... new” Warren muttered as he stayed hovering in the air as his mind moved quickly to possible ways of attacking the white skinned mutant. Clearly their fight hadn’t attracted the attention of anyone else in the Mansion, so they would just have to work with what they had. Shame they didn’t have Mina around anymore, she might have been able to destabilise him.

He heard Rosie’s shriek of terror, his jaw tightening with anger, as he wished she was somewhere else, safe and away from the malicious intruder who seemed unaffected by their efforts. With the three members of the First Class joined by Jean’s mind however, they stood more of a chance as they correlated their attacks on the man who dared to threaten their home and the family within it. With Scott’s attack plan clear in his mind, Warren dropped out of the sky, both swords ready, a small part of his attention focused on where the red blast of Scott’s powers would come. He had been hit by the beams more than once, first when they started training together and he had been more arrogant and less skilled and most recently during ShadowX. None of them were injuries he felt like repeating, despite the healing factor.

Moving quickly, so that Sinister wouldn’t catch on to what they were planning, Warren pushed aside the distraction of the flaming bird that grew around Jean. Landing behind Sinister and bringing both swords around to slice through Sinister’s neck, removing his head from his body, while Jean and Scott attacked in different ways.
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[align=center]What happened next was something Essex had not predicted. Grey had taken the same approach as last time, holding him mentally, and attempting to spear her way through his shields. He chuckled, allowing the woman the hope she dreamed of. His eyes flicked to the figure behind Grey. All his experiments had led to this...creature. This beast of rage, hate and joy. He knew it as the Phoenix. "It's beautiful..." he muttered. His attention snapped back to the others. By now, he would make Grey release her grip on him. But something had gone wrong...

The child was doing the same as her mother, holding him mentally, although not as powerful, she did put up some fire. His eyes gleamed red and glanced at Summers who had begun taking his glasses off. "NO!" Sinister screamed out loud. Time was obviously not on his side as the blast tackled Sinister painfully. His shields dropped momentarily, only to be restored to half it's strength. He peered down at his body, a wide gaping hole in it with a black-like acid oozing out. He mumbled in horror. This was all IMPOSSIBLE! He would not fall to fools like these.

Clawing out in rage, he was stopped by the Angel. The sword, shimmered against his neck. "You don't know...who you've unleashed..." he whispered to Angels' ear, he directed his attention to Jean Grey and the bird like figure behind her. Without hesitation, the sword sliced back, Essex's head separating from his body and falling to the floor. His body went limp and dropped along with the head, a pillow of dust rising from the ground.

As the haze of dust settled, Sinister was gone. No sign of his disappearance nor was there a sign of him.

Essex stood behind the thicket of trees around the Mansion. He extended his thoughts to the four outside the Mansion. {'The beast has escaped it's cage...'}[/align]
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The pain in her mind was slowly receding, giving way to a rage that Rosie fed on. She pushed as hard as she could with her powers, mimicking her mother's hold on Sinister by tightening her control and bearing down. Sweat was beading on her forehead, but Rosie was determined not to let this bad man get away. She could feel the heat of the massive bird behind her mama, but the little girl ignored it, concentrating solely on her powers.

"Rose, close your eyes, honey," he said, his voice as calm as it could be in the midst of this. "Hide your face."

Her papa's command came when she was about to drop, and with some relief Rosie let the strict control she'd been using fade. She reacted immediately, obediantly pressing her face into her father's pant leg, though her curious nature clamored to know just what was going on. What was going to happen? Even with her mama and papa and uncle Warren's powers, how were they going to defeat a man who could come back from stabbing as easily as a paper cut?

The answer came only a moment later; she heard the hiss of blades as they tore through flesh, and heard the thump of the body as it hit the ground. Rosie flinched, tightening her hold on her father's pant leg. "Papa." She whimpered.

{'The beast has escaped it's cage...'}

It brought to mind Sinister, raging until the entire mansion fell, and Rosie quivered and looked to her mother and father in terror. The pain in her head was long gone, the blood covering her face drying, but the fear was not. "W-what's gonna happen?" She was almost afraid to know the answer.
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At the parting taunt, Scott's glasses slid back into place, cutting off the beams of concussive force like a floodgate closing, and restoring the steady throbbing in the front of his skull, as his powers beat uselessly against the ruby quartz lenses, as if they were angry to be contained. He felt Rosie cowered against his leg and he scooped her up, holding her close, not minding if she got blood on his shirt. "Brave girl," he said, "You made Mama and me very proud today. Not too hurt, are you? We'll give you a looksee and then a brave girl like you deserves a big bowl of chocolate ice cream, I think."

Scott turned his eyes to Warren. "Get a sample of that dust he left behind down to the lab. I want to know who and what that man was. He seemed... familiar to him, but I think I would've remembered him."

Turning to his wife, he waited for the fiery corona to die down and fade, standing close enough to feel the heat, but not afraid that she would lose control and burn him in that manifestation of the Phoenix she was, his trust in her that complete. "He's gone for now, but I want to make sure we're protected from him. He was awfully interested in testing your powers in particular and I don't like that one bit." He was waiting for her to calm down so that she could take Rosie and he could do a security sweep.

Glancing back at Warren, he said, "Thanks for the assist, War. He said something to you before you dusted him. What was it?"
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Warren moved from the path of the red blast of energy that smashed through Sinister’s torso. The white skinned man whispered an unsettling message in his ear before the blades of his swords flashed through the air, the visceral resistance of bone, tendon and muscle fading as the body and it’s head collapsing to the floor and into dust. Warren raised the blades once more, held in a defensive position as he looked around for a sign that Sinister was waiting to attack again.

{'The beast has escaped it's cage...'}

The voice filled his head and Warren turned rapidly, looking for the source alert for a second attack. “That was a bust.” He commented, lowering the blades and giving one a slight, sharp flick to the side to clear some of the black goo left behind by Sinister. He frowned, standing by the pile of dust, slightly apart from the little family as Scott gathered his wife and his daughter to his side. The last words of the strange mutant rang in his mind. "You don't know...who you've unleashed..." What did that mean? Was it directed specifically at him or was it in general? He pressed his lips together, looking down contemplatively as he ran over the fight in his mind.

Scott ordered him to get a sample of the dust, and he glanced towards his friend and nodded. He looked around, wondering what exactly Scott expected him to use to pick up the dust with. Sometimes the X-Men leader got a little too carried away with giving out orders. Crouching down Warren unbuckled the straps around his chest, and used the blade of one of his swords to encourage as much as possible into the sheath. Carefully he slid the sword which had some of the goo on it, not quite gone from his attempt to clean it, so that there were two samples, reasonably safely contained.

Straightening he looked up at Scott as he spoke to him, and gave a little shrug at the thanks. “No worries. You’re all okay?” He questioned, looking at Rosie in particular, noting the blood on her face and the distress in her features as she clung to her parents. Just another example of the little girl shouldn’t have to experience. Scott questioned him about what he had said to him and Warren glanced towards Rosie again, and then back to his friend, giving a little shake of his head. “It was nothing. I’ll tell you later.” Hanging the sheathed swords and their sample carefully over his shoulder, Warren walked towards the Mansion. “I’d better get this down to Hank.”


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