This book starts off after Nightcrawler joins the X-Men and the team is given detail from the professor that there is an overlooked project called "Point Opposite" made by the same scientists who made Wolverine the way he's now. When Jean, Cyclops...
I really like Dick living with us, it infuriates Emma that there's another person who she can't read, and I just like being around him. I open my eyes and he's staring at me from across the aisle of the blackbird.
"Hello, earth to Maxi." He says and smirks. I was spacing out again.
"Sorry, um, what did you say?"
"I said, what do you think about the mission, isn't it weird that SHIELD would need our help for anything?" He is referring to the distress call sent by the director himself, Nick Fury.
"Ja, it is, I mean he's kind of against mutants sometimes, wanting us to register or get locked up." A ding announces our arrival, and the door lowers to reveal the top deck of the helicarrier.
"Wow, this thing is huge." I breathe out and I gape at it until smoke catches my attention, and I see the silouet of the director march through the thickness, coughing.
"Director Fury, are you ok?" I ask, and his defiant glare tells me he's fine.
"Almost all our staff is depleted or too far away to help, we need you to get in there, stop the rogue group, and fix the ship's controls." I acknowledge him and the team splits up, it's my job to secure the control room and try to fix the panels. I teleport into an empty hallway and see a three-way fork in my path. This may take a while, so I teleport up and down all three of the hallways until I hear the monitors from the main computer room.
"Gotcha." I say to myself and push the door slightly inward, no one here. I sprint over to the closest computer and implant a sweep to see what the damage is, and, to mydismay, it's catastrophic. The bug will take a great amount of effort to clean up so I might as well get started. I concentrate all my focus on the viruses and become entwined in code.
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Pain. Greater than any I've ever felt before, worse than insanity, deeper than fear itself, the spear was thrown as a death blow and would probably be one. I look up from the work I was doing and see the only person who would have sought to kill me in this state. Mystique. My own mother had stabbed me, she had broken me, deceived whatever bond may have formed through the knowledge that she was my mother. Why? I could only hope that it was mind control, but from the look in her eyes it's not. I feel my eyes water, and an iron liquid bubbles in my throat, blood. I used to flow with it but now it seems as though it's pumping out of my body, like a stranded fish who thought it would be nice to take a stroll on the boardwalk. My lungs, I can't breath, tears spill down my cheeks, the scarlet blood pools and drips out of my gaping mouth. She's not grinning, or scowling, in fact, the expression on her face is sad almost, but the sharpness in her eyes drives out any care she might of had, she's a stone. I cough, and my blood peppers her cheek, I hear a voice in my head, maybe Emma.
"Maxine, we're coming just hold on..." I start seeing dots, swimming around my vision, I can't breathe. I choke on my own blood, it's dark red. The walls are closing in, I'm not claustrophobic. I want to scream, want to wake up from this horrible nightmare, but I can't find the breath to make any noise. Lord help me, bitte! I'm dying, I try not to, my thoughts scramble. Is Dick ok, what about Kurt? I can't breathe.
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