musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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Absol sat against the hot stone of the central most pyramid, catching whatever shade that he could. It was hot, as usual in Egypt, especially in August and he barely could keep himself hydrated. Despite his discomfort, he was not weary, instead he was working toward a grand purpose. The lab was quiet and Absol slowly leaned his head against the hard stone and closed his eyes.
Suddenly with a deep bang, the pyramid rumbled and shook violently. Absol jumped to his feet and spun toward the great temple. His eyes searched over the great stones frantically trying to spot a collapse, but the shaking had not lasted long enough for damage to occur.
"Lord Absol!" Saben cried, bursted from the temple's hidden doorway. Saben turned back and forth quickly, looking for Absol who came forward. "Oh Lord Absol, you must come quickly! The Great One stirs!"
Absol dropped his cup into the hot sands and gasped, "No! It is far too soon for him to awaken." Absol insisted as he darted forward into the tunnel that led deeply into the temple's great chambers. The great sarcophagus stood in the center of a great chamber nearly twelve feet tall. The once great coffin now stood with cracks along the side. Absol stepped slowly toward the object and ran his hand quietly down the cracks.
"It can't be." He whispered, "I never thought that I would be alive to see the Great One awaken." He turned toward the three other members of his clan in the chambers. "We shall be witness to His great return. En Saba Nur, will walk amongst us yet again."
* * * * *
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Xavier screamed, as the surge of energy ripped through his mind via cerebro's great sensors. Immediately a woman was beside him, craddling Xavier's head in her heads.
"Professor! Are you okay?" The red headed beauty said.
Charles Xavier gently pulled her hands from his head and nodded, "Thank you Jean. I am....fine, but we are in great danger." He sighed, and glanced back toward the cerebro unit, the helm dangling off the counter where it had been thrown. "He's awakening, again."
Jean looked up at the great grey walls of steel that lined the Cerebro chamber. "Who?"
Charles sighed and looked up at Jean. "The Apocalypse."
Jean swallowed and looked down, "We are going to need some help."
* * * * *
Trent Stevens was worried for his life again. He hated having to walk from home work in the middle of the night. He was a pizza boy for Tony's Pizzeria and while he got a car while working to deliver pies, he didn't own his own for his ride home. Which meant, Trent walked alone through the fucking Bronx. It was fine though, he only had a 78% chance of getting mugged or worse.
The city was suffering the greatest crime rate since the 70's. It was becoming a great epidemic. Trent rounded the corner toward his apartment and jerked to a halt. Three local thugs sat on the stoop to his building laughing and joking. Trent sighed and ducked around the corner before being spotted. It was three in the fucking morning, didn't punks sleep?
He glanced up and wondered if he had left the window of his bedroom open. His apartment was on the 7th floor so there was little risk of someone breaking it through the window was slim. Unless Spider-Man felt like fucking with a pizza delivery boy.
He had little choice but to use his power. He closed his eyes and searched out mentally for anybody on the block with mutant powers. Trent Stevens was a mutant, but he was a simple mutant, Trent could copy the powers of other mutants nearby. Additionally Trent's body nullified mutant abilities used against him and allowed him to turn around and use that power as if it was his own. He learned of this when a mutant mugger tried to blast him with small balls of energy from his fingers. The mutant's energy simply fizzled near him and Trent burst balls of energy from his own fingers.
Trent did know that a mutant man that lived across the street could fly. Whenever the old man was home Trent could use the flight to get into his bedroom from the outside without having to deal with the thugs on the street. Trent found the old man and gently levitated off the ground, rising slowly up to his bedroom.
"Getting better at that Trent." He said softly. Remembering the first time he tried to fly he shot himself into the sky and barely managed to catch himself on the roof. With practice though he could now control himself as he flew up to his window. He opened his window, muttering a silent prayer of thanks that his window was unlocked.
Safe in his apartment, Trent collapsed onto his bed and closed his eyes.
Suddenly with a deep bang, the pyramid rumbled and shook violently. Absol jumped to his feet and spun toward the great temple. His eyes searched over the great stones frantically trying to spot a collapse, but the shaking had not lasted long enough for damage to occur.
"Lord Absol!" Saben cried, bursted from the temple's hidden doorway. Saben turned back and forth quickly, looking for Absol who came forward. "Oh Lord Absol, you must come quickly! The Great One stirs!"
Absol dropped his cup into the hot sands and gasped, "No! It is far too soon for him to awaken." Absol insisted as he darted forward into the tunnel that led deeply into the temple's great chambers. The great sarcophagus stood in the center of a great chamber nearly twelve feet tall. The once great coffin now stood with cracks along the side. Absol stepped slowly toward the object and ran his hand quietly down the cracks.
"It can't be." He whispered, "I never thought that I would be alive to see the Great One awaken." He turned toward the three other members of his clan in the chambers. "We shall be witness to His great return. En Saba Nur, will walk amongst us yet again."
* * * * *
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Xavier screamed, as the surge of energy ripped through his mind via cerebro's great sensors. Immediately a woman was beside him, craddling Xavier's head in her heads.
"Professor! Are you okay?" The red headed beauty said.
Charles Xavier gently pulled her hands from his head and nodded, "Thank you Jean. I am....fine, but we are in great danger." He sighed, and glanced back toward the cerebro unit, the helm dangling off the counter where it had been thrown. "He's awakening, again."
Jean looked up at the great grey walls of steel that lined the Cerebro chamber. "Who?"
Charles sighed and looked up at Jean. "The Apocalypse."
Jean swallowed and looked down, "We are going to need some help."
* * * * *
Trent Stevens was worried for his life again. He hated having to walk from home work in the middle of the night. He was a pizza boy for Tony's Pizzeria and while he got a car while working to deliver pies, he didn't own his own for his ride home. Which meant, Trent walked alone through the fucking Bronx. It was fine though, he only had a 78% chance of getting mugged or worse.
The city was suffering the greatest crime rate since the 70's. It was becoming a great epidemic. Trent rounded the corner toward his apartment and jerked to a halt. Three local thugs sat on the stoop to his building laughing and joking. Trent sighed and ducked around the corner before being spotted. It was three in the fucking morning, didn't punks sleep?
He glanced up and wondered if he had left the window of his bedroom open. His apartment was on the 7th floor so there was little risk of someone breaking it through the window was slim. Unless Spider-Man felt like fucking with a pizza delivery boy.
He had little choice but to use his power. He closed his eyes and searched out mentally for anybody on the block with mutant powers. Trent Stevens was a mutant, but he was a simple mutant, Trent could copy the powers of other mutants nearby. Additionally Trent's body nullified mutant abilities used against him and allowed him to turn around and use that power as if it was his own. He learned of this when a mutant mugger tried to blast him with small balls of energy from his fingers. The mutant's energy simply fizzled near him and Trent burst balls of energy from his own fingers.
Trent did know that a mutant man that lived across the street could fly. Whenever the old man was home Trent could use the flight to get into his bedroom from the outside without having to deal with the thugs on the street. Trent found the old man and gently levitated off the ground, rising slowly up to his bedroom.
"Getting better at that Trent." He said softly. Remembering the first time he tried to fly he shot himself into the sky and barely managed to catch himself on the roof. With practice though he could now control himself as he flew up to his window. He opened his window, muttering a silent prayer of thanks that his window was unlocked.
Safe in his apartment, Trent collapsed onto his bed and closed his eyes.
