X-Men: Fugitives (IC)

Butterfly Effect · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Butterfly Effect** on Sat Feb 14, 2009 8:47 pm

"Yeah long time, 7 years. I was starting to think everyone was dead. As for my friend he's like us was about to get his name when the weather changed." Marie said as she got in beside her new friend. "So where we off to?"

Marie then saw logan appear out of no where and tell them to get going. "Well it seems many came to see the grave. But we better take his advice before we need graves."

Roxas_13 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Roxas_13** on Sat Feb 14, 2009 10:41 pm

Another man appeared at the window of the car, this one older than the first. He nodded at them all and then left for a bike they had saw earlier. When the unknown woman asked who he was, Marik started a little, scared that he would get kicked out because he was new. He came out of his finding state, still a little cautious and nervous. "M-my name is M-m-marik. I'm guessing you are all former students from the old Institute? So your like me, right?" Marik gained a little more confidence when no one acted harshly to his introduction.

Xeynar · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Xeynar** on Sat Feb 14, 2009 11:23 pm

(OK, I'm sick of seeing this mistake. Rob's Charger is NOT a truck! It's a '69 Dodge Charger R/T! Doesn't anyone watch the Dukes of Hazzard? That's what he drives, only blue and more beat up. Sheesh. Stop calling it a truck! Oh, and, Roxas, if you keep controlling other characters than I'm gonna start calling it god modding and start punishing you. That was your only warning.)

So it was Logan's bike? Somehow, Rob wasn't surprised. Like Logan, he cursed under his breath when his fear was confirmed, "Thanks for the warning, Logan. Get on your bike and follow my car (NOT truck, CAR xD). She's faster than she looks." he said, pulling the clutch as he set reverse.

"Fasten your seatbelts everyone... we're about to get fast and furious!" he said, dead serious but also sounding like he was fixing to do the most reckless driving he'd ever done. He yanked the wheel and the Charger spun around as it sped into the street. He slammed the breaks and switched to first gear before literally stomping the gas and driving forward like a bat outta hell.

About this time, the chopping of helicopter blades came into earshot and Rob cursed again, "Hope that bike of Logan's can keep up!" he said, switching up the second so the Charger could rev up to 60 mph.

"We'll never lose that chopper! Storm, can ya hit it with lightning? Try not to make it rain, this thing handles bad enough as it is and I don't want wet streets to make it worse!" he said as 3rd gear kicked in, setting the car into roughly 80mph.

Raff_Zeraki · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Raff_Zeraki** on Sun Feb 15, 2009 1:18 am

((Well, if it helps I knew. And Dude, I LOVE the General Lee...always wanted one. xD))

Raff, kept hearing vans drive by as then he heard a car coming. Seems as if it was driving like, Satan on his Harley of, demonic darkness. He then opened the hatch and looked out the window. But nothing was coming, it was just really loud...and it sounded familiar. But he didn't know what it was at first, he just stayed inside the house as he heard the Chopper coming closer, and even louder now. "I'm going to have to get the hell outta' here!" He then jumped out of his window, doing a front flip through the glass, and getting his GSXR Suzuki. He Immediately, hopped on after he just shoved the key in, revving the motor really loud and tore out of his driveway.

As he was shifting from first, to second he popped up speed. His bike, popping a wheelie, as he passed a few cop cars. And now they were chasing him for speeding...but Raff didn't stop yet. He then pulled down the accelerator, on the handle harder, and gripped it more as his Motorcycle, screamed loudly shifting into third now, almost going 120 Mph. He then cut around, and headed towards the cop cars, going between them making them get confused, but they cut around as well and kept chasing him.

He dogged, through and between cars, even jumping over some when he saw something to jump over them with. He then popped another wheelie, as he stopped and looked behind them, waiting for them to get behind them. And when they did, he held down the front break, and gripped the accelerator, pulling it as his back tire started squealing, leaving a shit load of smoke behind him, covering the cop cars as he saw the lights, he took off again. He tried to find somewhere to hide, somewhere to go. "Damn it! No where to go, I need to get out of here. After all, I'm a mutant and M'rdies are everywhere. Whoever, has these guys fired up is going to get an ass kicking later!" He screamed as he pulled to a stop getting off his motorcycle, and pulled it into some abandoned warehouse, and closed the door looking out the window, as he saw a '69 Blue, sort of beat up Dodge Charger just fly by. He then shook his head as he smiled, when he saw the chopper go behind it. "Well, now I know who they are going for...but I shouldn't get into this." He sat down in the wear house, and grabbed some cloth off the ground, cleaning it off slowly as he thought to himself. He had seen that Charger somewhere before, but he still wasn't quite sure...

Roxas_13 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Roxas_13** on Sun Feb 15, 2009 2:26 pm

((Mozenrath, I really aplogize for the god modding. I realize what I did wrong now. Sorry, I won't do it again. It was sort of an unconicious decision. It won't happen again.

And for the record, I knew your Charger was a car. Big fan of the Dukes of Hazzard.))

Marik sank back into his seat when they took off. He didn't want to be anymore trouble than he already was, just for being here. He started to think about the situation. If all of the people in this car (minus himself) were former students of the Institutes, that meant they were mutants, too. If that was true, then that strange wind must have been caused by one of them. So that explained the big hurry. It was known by a few that the MRD tracked by mutant power. How they did that was unknown. Congratulations, Marik. You just became part of the mosted wanted.

summersgod · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **summersgod** on Sun Feb 15, 2009 5:32 pm

Sebastian Shaw

Sebastian sat in the living room of the Heaven and Hell "Nightclub." The building was part nightclub part hideout. It was owned by the Hellfire Club and run as a standard business. No human outisde of the club has known of it's true existense. Only the members of the Hellfire club and the human guards have known that it was a secret club for the most rich and influencial mutants in the world. The news was on about the crackdown on mutants over the past few hours. Sebastian turned the television off and went straight back to boxing the metal ball. He had been on and off it for hours now and still had not got tired. Suddenly a large explosion made the ball fall over onto the floor. Footsteps ran towards him and a guard rushed into the cosey living room.

"They've found us."

Magneto

Magneto wandered through the house. Mutants who were in hiding looked upon Magneto with amazement. As though it was President Kennedy, Julius Caesar or God himself. They reached out their hands and grabbed his black coat. The Mutants were living in squaller. He had seen one room occuiped by five families. Some who looked too different had not seen the outside for weeks. They looked filthy and the house was flea ridden. It reminded him of how he spent his childhood in a concentration camp. It was happening all over again.

He walked through a door to his left and into a small room filled with nothing but a wooden table and chair and a radio apperatus. It was all set up for him including a paper and pen to write his speech. This would go out on all radios today.

Sebastian Shaw

Two guards began escorting Sebastian down a long narrow corridor. Red and brown wallpaper lined the walls and various pictures were placed along them of the members of the Hellfire Club. The wall to the left of them suddenly exploded knocking the two guards off their feet. The explosion fueled Sebastian's power in which, when the MRD ran up to him he knew exactly what to do.

Magneto

"Brothers in arms. Mutantkind everywhere. Humans everywhere. I urge yuou not to turn off your radios for a brief moment. We Mutants have been segregated and oppressed for too long now. As I sit here I have proof of this barbarity you call freedom. I am surrounded by Mutants living in filth. Dogs, cats, rats would never be treated this way and I shall not see it happen either!"

Sebastian Shaw

The right hand connected into the soldiers face kncoking him downwards onto the floor. Another MRD hit Shaw on the back of his head with the butt of his gun briefly knocking him on the floor but it did nothing but continue his rage. He kicked the assailant in the stomach and then rolling backwards to get himself up charged at the soldier and tackled him through a wall. The guards protecting him began firing at more MRD's moving in too tackle Sebastian in which, they were quickly mowed down.

"We have to get you out of here." Said one of the guards breathing heavily.

Magneto

"Judgement Day is upon us fellow brothers. But it is not us who will be judged when the time comes, it will be President Kelly and the rest of the MRD who face the full brunt of our swords. I say this to all Mutants either join with us or fight against "them." Judgment Day will come and it will come soon."

AngelDreams · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **AngelDreams** on Sun Feb 15, 2009 10:48 pm

"Yeah I can do that " she said as she then opened the window and her eyes became white again. She mumbled a few words and lighning hit twice making the chopper explode. It landed right infront of the vans so it stoped them right in their tracks.
"There we should be out of their sight now, If you want I can make a couple of tornadoes and hide in one of them that way they won't know which one we are in "she said as she rolled the window back up

Riverstyx777 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Riverstyx777** on Sun Feb 15, 2009 10:52 pm

[Sorry for the lack of posting, I've been sick.]
Fallen Angel
Fallen Angel was sitting atop the building where Magneto was broadcasting his speech. His black velvet leather wings were folded against his back, icy blue eyes scanning the streets below. He was listening to Magneto's speech through a small portable radio. There wasn't much going on in the streets below, just some homeless wandering the streets and the occasional Acolyte patrol. Life as an Acolyte had its ups and downs, and it definitely beat trying to live on his own.

Avalanche
Dominic pressed his hands against the bar, sending a pulse into the solid oak. The wood shifted under his hands, sending the glasses down to where he stood. He smiled and picked the glasses up, placing them in the sink to be washed in the morning. Closing time at his bar seemed to be the only time he could use his powers even a little bit, but it was best to keep a low profile, despite being in a nearly obsolete area. Crete was a great place to hide when conflicts in America got too hot.

crazylilactress · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **crazylilactress** on Tue Feb 17, 2009 5:47 pm

((argh, I'm sorry for non-postage too. I tried to yesterday, then my computer screwed up and was like "NO YOU SHAN'T MUAHAHA." So I just said 'Screw it, I hate Mondays.' Yeah. Sorries. >_< And sorry about your car, Boss. I see 'Dodge' and think 'truck.' I'm a girl like that.))

Logan glanced at the burning wreck of the chopper, wincing inwardly. Though the threat of being shot had passed, their pursuers would know for sure now that it was mutants they were chasing, if they didn't already.

He kept his sensitive hearing alert, straining over the engine noise for any other sounds of pursuit. The MRD would be on full alert by now, and it had him worried. He could recover from bullets just fine, but not the others.

With a sigh, he revved the bike a little more to keep up with the Charger. It was just one of those days.

Roxas_13 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Roxas_13** on Tue Feb 17, 2009 8:22 pm

Marik stared out the window. He wasn't sure what he was to focus on first: The burning wreckage that was the helicopter, or the woman who had caude it to look like that. What did she just do to it? One minute it was in the sky, the next, falling from it in a great ball of fire.

Just then, Marik heard something of interest. He trned to look at the radio. He could hear a man's voice talking, but couldn't quite make it out. Did he just say "mutant"? One way to find out. Marik concentrated for a second, and felt the familiar tingling sensation around his ears as the grew taller and sprouted light brown fur. The sound around him became sharper. He had grown cat ears.

He listened closely to Magneto's broadcast. Marik looked around at the people around him. This news would interest them. he turned his attention to the man driving. "Um, excuse me, sir? I don't mean to be a bother, but, uh, there's something on the radio you might want to hear."

AngelDreams · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **AngelDreams** on Wed Feb 18, 2009 4:22 pm

When Storm had heard him talk he hushed everyone.
"It's Magneto I can't believe that he is still trying to fight against the humans, I thought that his power was taken away with the incident that happened years ago" she said with a worried face
"I worry for all mutants that are out there, I Ororo Monroe vow to build another institue just like the one Xavier Charles had in his honor to help them just like he did" she said as she looked at Iceman.
"So what do you say are you up for it" she said as she rolled down the window so some air could come in

Moonrise · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Moonrise** on Fri Mar 13, 2009 4:49 pm

Moonrise is flying around near the open ocean and ocasionally dives for fish coming, up for air and to eat the pinky sized fish, and is then seen by fishermen on a large boat. Moonrise then fly's off a few minutes to late as one of the fishermen snaps a quick picture of the five foot two and a half inch, eighteen year old girl, wearing knee torn jeans and a black tang top, her bare feet looked wet and dirty. Her long blonde hair flew all helter skelter. Moonrise fly's to her den that is four hundred miles away. Her den is really a cave on a cliff that is fifty feet in the air, and the area surronding the cave is unable to be climbed at all due to lack of foot wholes. She huddles in the dank and dark cave hoping and praying she has not been spotted.

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