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Ah, another
Alternate-X story by me... will it never end?! I need a new
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Choicesby Dimera Marka |
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Prolouge He had been their teacher, enemy. He had been good, bad, sympathetic, merciless; now he was gone. A tear slipped from each Pietro and Rouge's eyes. This man had ment somthing to them, no matter what htey said before. Professor X would not take this well, no matter what their relationship at the time - Carrietta looked at the tiny body in the blanket. The baby's white hair culed slightly and his big blue eyes stared up at her. Hid fat little baby face was too cute, but still, she couldn't belive she had gone through with Mr.Sinister's sick little plan. Even if the child she held was not her own flesh and blood, she had carried him for nine months, and even though Sinister had died, she had chosen to continue the pregnancy. She couldn't kill that inocent little thing. He was her son, dispite it all. Carrie looked back down at her son. He cooed and reached his tiny arms out to her. She ignored this action and looked up at the imposing building in front of her; she had no time to play with him. She had work t do; it felt so wrong, the work, she felt she was seving the devil. But, she was not working for the devil, yet, she would never allow herself to fall into Apocalypse's hands. The building towered over her and reached some fifty stories high. In the basment she would find what she was looking for. - The day she had found out about the plan, which was a devious one, was the day her soul died. The men Sinister had hired came out of nowhere and got her to his lair in no time flat. Her first question, was of course, "why me?" Sinister had no good answer in her mind, for her, and so that would go unanswered. her next memory was after the surgery. When asked what he had done, Sinister replied, "I've re-created the greatest villan in all of history. Congratulations, Miss Michaels, my dear, going to be a mother." - Carrie made her way trough the ruins of the old office building turned WWIII base. But, since the war was over, it had been nothing but an old shell of a building that housed vagrants and mutants in need of refuge from the world. She'd spent many long, cold nights here. The basment was dank and the air was stagnant and old. Light streamed in from a tiny window near the ceiling. Luckily, it shined right on the equiptment she needed. - Mr.Sinister's death came at the hands of a man who called himself Bishop. He'd appeared int the lab when he was running tests on Carrie. He killed Sinister, and set Carrie free. Then he had vanished. O, Carrie had returned home, but se was a whore to her parents, after all, she was only seventeen and not married. And so she had run, had her son, and now she was where the man who was only called "Logan" had told her to go. - He knack with machines paid off. She repaied the damaged computer easily and with a few other modifications, the main operation system was ready. She set the cordinates for a home for children, in a place called South America. Carrie put the little boy in the time teleportation device; he wriggled in the blanket and giggled. "Don't do this, honey, its hard already..." Carrie kissed the tiny knuckes that were wrapped around her finger. She put her hand on his head and stroked it. The baby cooed at her. She had to keep him safe from Apocalypse at all costs, even if it ment never seeing him again. She stepped back to the console. With a few swift and simple key storkes, there was a flash of light, and the little boy was gone. Carrie put her head in her hands. Her little boy was so far away now... There was a sudden rumble and the building began to shake. Rubble and other refuse fell from the sky to her. Carrie sheided her eyes, and The Voice hit her. "Give me the boy, Carrietta!" Apocalypse boomed. Carrie stood up and laughed through the tears. "He is gone, En Sabah, I have sent him where you will never get to him." "You lie, human!" "Do I?" Carrie challenged. Apocalypse flew into a rage. Carrie's last though was of a blue blue, like a fist, comming at her face.... - Migdalia wandered the road around Holy Sepulchre Orphanage in Guatemala. What else had she to do? The day was like any other day, too hot for words. She spotted the man lying by the road. He was obviously ill, and he was in terrible shape. She walked to him quickly, looked at him for a moment. His hair was white and had a slight, gentle curl to it. He opened his eyes and looked up at her for a second. They were a light blue. He moaned and then his eyes closed. Then she ran back tward the home to get Sister Maria de la Joya, she would know what to do. |
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