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Terror on the Broadway- 7 Local; (The Subway Plot)
Topic Started: Jan 31 2010, 03:15 AM (1,946 Views)
Wolfsbane
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One moment, Rahne was clinging to Ghost, holding him tight and shielding him with her own body - the next, they were whisked up alongside the blonde lady and carted out by Blur.

He was asking questions almost as fast as he moved, and Rahne had a little trouble keeping up. They were so far away now, Rahne could tell. This place didn't smell like the same place, didn't sound like the same place. She watched his mouth, thinking things over as he spoke.

He was asking about Ruby, right? Yes, yes he was. Asking about Ruby.

"Bad people... the bad people have Ruby..." Rahne gasped as she looked back in the direction they had come from. Tears came to her eyes and her lower lip trembled. She knew, somehow, that Ruby gave himself up to get them out safe. She knew that he sacrificed himself for them. It wasn't right. Ruby wasn't supposed to sacrifice for her, it was supposed to be the other way around. She would have taken a bullet for him, she would have... but he did it first. It wasn't right.

"Bad people have Ruby..." she whispered again, dropping to her knees. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, but she didn't sob, she didn't wail.
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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Jamie Madrox(Old)
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Beta pulled the jacket closer around him to help disguise himself in the rest of the crowd and mask his appearance from the clones he had created. He was trying to count in his head how much time he had left before the bombs detonated. The multiplier knew he couldn’t keep perfect time in his head and hoped that he could make it out before his clones exploded in unison. James also knew that it was going to hurt like a son of a bitch. He had felt clones die before and it was painful. He had never had fifteen clones die at once. Beta didn’t know if he could handle that amount of mental distress. He was about to mentally call out to Miss Frost and ask her if she could help with suppressing the painful connection to his clones but any train of thought he had was quickly derailed.

Above the clatter and the screams in the subway station, James heard someone call out to him. A very large and muscular man pressed through the crowd very quickly. He was decked out in a three-piece suit. The stranger was neatly trimmed but there was wickedness in his eyes. He spoke in a threatening manner and pointed out that there was only about a minute left on the bombs. With the big oaf blocking Beta’s escape, he would be caught in the blast. There were a handful, four at most, of clones nearby and James saw them coming closer. They had seen the man hassling Beta and were moving in to help. Beta cursed silently. He was going to get blown up for sure.

James had the strangest urge come over him and he replied a bit weakly, “I’m no Gloria Gaynor but I’ll do my best.”

Suddenly, there was a drastic drop in the temperature of the station. It cooled down to quickly to be natural for that time of year. Beta could see the breath billowing between him and Sabretooth. The man before him was suddenly attacked by a swirling tornado of snow and ice. It had to be Winter! And sure enough, the icy mutant hurried over and pulled Beta along with him asking for the location of Ruby, Rahne and Ghost. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the small group of clones bum rush the stranger that tried to block Beta’s escape.

“I don’t know! I thought Ruby was right with me!” James cried.

Perhaps she was sensing his desperation but Emma called out to Beta’s mind. She explained the situation to him. “Emma’s getting the others. She gave me an address where we can meet up. Let’s get out of here.”

Then Ruby was in his head. He told Emma to cut the communications so that she, probably the SHIELD agent, couldn’t follow their thoughts. Did that mean that Ruby was captured? Ruby then told Beta that he wanted the Irishman dead. That part was easy enough to understand but the other was bothering Beta. He tried to call out mentally but there didn’t seem to be a dial tone because no one was answering. “I think Ruby got nabbed by the Thunderbolts. Shit!” Beta hissed. “Let’s get to the safe house!”

Beta ground his teeth hard and braced himself for the explosions and the simultaneous death of several of his selves. The day had started out going so well.
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Emma Frost
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(Hours Later)

The safe house set nestled in a secluded subdivision accompanied by similar if equally unassuming houses. Nothing about the place in either its exterior or furnishings looked conspicuous, and that was why she had picked it. There was a trick in hiding in plain sight she knew. Here, nested amongst these other bland homes, her safe house received no attention. No neighbors stopped by with welcoming casseroles or bits of gossip to share, no street children came by to trick or treat on Halloween, the house always appeared the same, shuttered and clean. A typical home, on a typical street, that if studied closely under the facade of manicured lawns and well painted surfaces would reveal the secret that it was not typical at all.

Emma stood with her back to a wall as the members of Ruby's team bustled around the place. She had used this home countless times in her transports, it was always kept well stocked and prepared for almost any situation the telepath could foresee. There were first aid kits, food, changes of clothing, falsified documents if someone needed a fake identity, money safely locked away in a floor safe. Yes, Emma had believed she had made the place a haven for any need that might fall under its roof. As she stared at the drawn faces of Ruby's teammates however she realized she may have overestimated her own certainty in things.

The events of the day had went terribly terribly off course. She knew now, her mind cleared from panic and adrenaline how close she had came to losing all she had held dear. Ruby had paid the price for their escape. Now the only question standing was how far was she willing to go to repay that debt. She studied the members of this team, their faces and thoughts. Some of them were barely children, others stronger in their abilities then they were in the skills. Ruby had been the leader, there was little question in that. Without the masters hands around what would become of the pottery he had been molding. To them he had been more then mentor and leader, he had been their father, possibly the strongest family they had. They would go after him, she knew. Foolishly most likely, more led by devotion then wisdom and planning, and in their bravado they would fail, and the sacrifice he had made for them would have been in vain.

She could feel the pressure of tension build in her head. It had been a long fruitless day, even the fabled documents that had led them all on this fools quest were bringing her little joy. Her other plans and workings would have to take a place on the back burner for awhile she knew, for now she had more pressing engagements to see too.

The television from the living area began squalking loudly. She was on the verge of yelling out to tell someone to lower the volume down when she began to make out what it was reporting.

,,, an unnamed suspect appears to have been taken into custody. Reports are coming out but no casualties are being reported and there is still no official release on the supposed bomber that set of the series of events…..

Cassidy, she thought angrily. If she ever got her hands of the man... He had set of the domino affect and now he alone was running carefree away. Well, that would not last for long. There were few places anyone could hide in this world especially from someone like her with money and power. She would see that Ruby's request that the Irish man be brought to the Ruby Red description of justice. She was a firm believer in an eye for an eye.

She could hear again a stirring from the young ones. They had questions, more then she had time or patience to answer. She was at a crossroads now. What Emma did next would decide more then just her own future, but the future of those around her. She walked to the home's wet bar, and poured herself a stiff drink. This was her answer to a first aid kit she knew. She swallowed it down quickly and then turned to face the gathered faces and eyes of the Ruby Red gang.

"What we do now is simple." she told them her voice collected and calm but her eyes blazing with an almost look of fire. " We get him back."
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Jean
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Bombs, her mind shrieked at her. “Secure him,” Agent Marvel commanded with absentminded gesture toward the fallen Ruby. Sixteen bombs were making their way along the press of bodies running for their lives down the tunnel, one of them in the hands of her agents; what he thought he was doing, God only knew.

In a sudden tk-assisted leap, Agent Marvel was on top of the overturned train car and getting a bird’s eye view of the crowd. She didn’t look for the dupes sprinkled among the mass of humanity, instead she trained her gaze on the bomber vests. First one then another, her thoughts snatched them from the hands of the running dupes and sent them hurtling down the empty maintenance track tunnel. Then the temperature dropped and a blinding snow storm filled the tunnel.

“What the fuck!” she yelled over the howling wind. Marvel clenched her teeth in anger; more people were going to die because she couldn’t see. Squinting through the lessening blizzard, she managed to make out several men bum-rushing Creed. Time was running out. She made the gamble that the remaining dupes and their bombs would be clustered around Creed.

She focused her thoughts, filtering out the screams, the noise, and the rising panic that all of them were about to die because of Ruby’s gang, ironically, even Ruby himself. She stretched out her hand and focused on Creed’s large frame and the small group of men around him. The fiery dome of red energy barely enclosed them before a blinding flash of light filled the tunnel, washing everything out in a wave of noise and burning light.

It was frighteningly quiet when she regained consciousness moments later. Carefully climbing down, she dimly realized she tasted the tangy coppery taste of blood. The tunnel was littered with bodies, as though a massacre had taken place; fortunately, most of them slowly began to move and moan. Slowly, the other agents and police climbed to their feet.

“Alright… everyone,” Agent Marvel rasped, her voice sounding strange to her bleeding ears and through her throbbing headache. “Get to your feet… clear the area.”

She spotted Carpenter on the platform, he and the original terrorist had gotten lost in confusion as everything went to shit. Through bleary eyes she looked down at the pair, apparently cousins: the stranger was a complete mess, his throat sliced and delirious, and Carpenter staring up at her, his hands protectively on his cousin’s shoulders.

“Base,” she croaked into her comm, “we have a suspect down with a throat injury, send down a med team. Oh, and we’ll need a team to scrap up Creed too.”

“We’re going to talk about this later, Carpenter,” she told him wearily as she turned away heading for the collapsed maintenance track that took most of the damage. Behind her, the SHIELD clean-up teams would be arriving, ready to collect the dead and wounded.

Finding a convenient space in the rubble, she slid down and rested her face in her hands, her fingers covering her eyes.
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