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Chapitre 108: Interlude: The First Students

Interlude: The First Students

1407 Graymaklin Lane, Westchester County, New York

Jean placed her hands on Charles's damp forehead, focusing on his mind. Emma Frost looked on with folded arms, a grimace on her face.

"This is futile; undoing whatever the child did won't be easy."

"Better than sitting around," Morph objected. His eyes were smarting. He snapped his fingers and transformed into a complete copy of her, speaking with a British accent that Emma had lost and was trying to compensate for.

"Your accent is missing."

Emma raised her arms in frustration. "Why is he even here?" she scolded. "Why are you all crowding around? Go teach or find someone else to attack." She hissed.

"Hold up," Morph began but stopped with a glare from his leader, acting head of the School Cyclops.

"He has every right to be here, even more than you." Scott Summers added.

"More than me," Emma chuckled darkly. "I'm one of his first students, too, Scott. Don't forget I chose to leave instead of blindly following another man's dreams, as did many others." Her tone took on the edge of caution.

Jean had yet to respond. Storm held her head in her hands, her mind reflecting her namesake as she became conflicted. Scott flashed his teeth but chose to remain silent. Morph folded and changed again, taking on an unknown individual appearance.

Storm said, "So what occurred had affected you too; it is quite impractical to place it at the professor's feet."

"Yes, quite the tale, Emma. Excuse me for not believing you, but what you say is a hard pill to swallow." Said Beast as he walked in through the opening door, his lab coat button to his neck as he walked over and checked the instrument connected to Xavier.

"He knew the teen was an Omega! And with that knowledge, he still went to fight? Cerebra is damaged. You all have no idea what happened. Jean and I Are not the only ones who felt the pulse. It was like a heartbeat; I'd never sensed such a thing. Why would Xavier risk it?"

"He is young, we didn't expect-" Beast began but was Interrupted.

"You probably don't know, but most Omegas die early," she shrugged. It could be the nature of the power that's wielded or outside factors."

"Omegas aren't unknown to mutant-kind, Emma." Said Beast.

Scott muttered. "Probably killed because powers have gotten to their heads."

Emma's face darkened at his words. "Omegas grow to the point that they are a force on their own," Emma stated, glaring at Storm.

"So what does that mean, Emma?" Storm asked.

"You don't antagonize them! That has been the procedure since before Xavier or any of you were born." Storm opened and closed her mouth, shook her head, and watched Jean try to return her mentor.

"Omega, huh? If that's the case, why didn't he kill us all? Jean scared him off with her new powers. We had him cornered once before that red guy showed up." Scott decided to talk.

"He bested you, bub. I would have skewered him if Ororo hadn't put that wind-up." Scott's head snapped toward Logan. The last couple of weeks had made their relationship grow cold, and with no one around to assuage their massive egos, they were bound to come to blows sooner or later—his ruby quartz shades pulsated a menacing red. Wolverine smirked, his adamantium claws slowly extending.

Beast had taken a seat, listening to the impromptu meeting; it wasn't lost on him that most of Xavier's oldest students were in this room, all concerned about his well being.

Orroro tiredly shook her head, growing tired of the same spill repeatedly. She stood and departed, her hands on her temples. 'What's going on in my head? She had been getting headaches since the battle; something was wrong.' She stopped and looked back at Jean before shaking her head, a white braid coming undone and laying across her face. She looked at Emma. Emma met her stare, the woman's eyes squinting, the telepathic conversation going unnoticed before Emma slowly nodded. Orroro looked back into the room and departed, the automatic door closing behind her.

"Orroro?" Scott called after her.

"It's your fault, kid. Come on, bub. I've been waiting for you to act up." Logan Neddled Scott.

Emma leaned forward and glared at Logan. "Logan, if you want to argue and fight, go elsewhere. Dangeroom perhaps? Scott, I understand your anger, but this is not the place to settle a lover's quarrel." Both men sputtered before staring at Jean and then back at Emma.

She tapped the side of her head. "Jean's new power aside, I don't think he was scared off. He came after Xavier and warned about boundaries. I have shown what we telepaths can do: surface thoughts. One of Xavier's tenets was the positive use of one's powers, especially with those that manifested around the mind. We disagreed on that, and so did Magneto before me."

Hank had taped away at the floating keyboard and brought up reports and newspapers. "Scott, that red guy has been causing NORAD problems; here's him on Satelite."

Scott walked over and leaned in to look, and Wolverine shoulder-over to see who the mystery man was, too. "He's able to survive in the vacuum of space, open portals, and be fast enough to cause aircraft to be deployed."

Wolverine grunted, and Scott whistled. Emma pushed between them and tapped at the keyboard. "And his associate," she blew the mugshot of the psychotic assassin up. "Bullseye, another man, depraved in mind and body, was injured in a fight against Daredevil; his spine and part of his skull had to be replaced with adamantium." She paused and regarded Wolverine.

He grumbled. "Who did the surgery, and how did he survive that much?" Emma shook her head. She had no idea. It could be luck, or the doctor was better than the ones who operated on Logan. She doubted it. The Weapon X program had some of the best. She should know; most of them were Hellfire Club members.

"Street magician, small-time pyrokinetic, he's not a mutant but an enhanced human. His code-name is Scorch, and his powers and scope have evolved."

"Power bestowal, possibly?" Hank suggested.

Emma shot that down. "Red Hood or Jason Todd, right? That's what your liaison has claimed as his alias."

Hank confirmed with a nod. Emma continued. "He took down Rhino. He took the Swarm and scattered the criminal group Sinister Six."

"My X-men could do the same," Scott said.

"I don't doubt that. Unfortunately, you're not allowed to do anything but react to mutant issues if they don't apprehend them themselves and vanish them."

"Headmistress Emma, that is unfounded, and I suggest you don't say that around tender ears," Hank said.

"Government Experimentation on mutants isn't new, Hank. Look what they did to me," Logan growled.

Hank made to retort, but Scott beat him to it. "That program has been shut down. Xavier has promised us that. It's the reason we were allowed to operate. Our actions will pave the way for all our kind. That's why Red Hood must be stopped."

"Bub, you think the professor didn't tell me this? I'm here too, but if these programs exist, the government has lied, and I'll be the first to rescue our kind."

Emma almost lashed out but cooled her face and inner turmoil. 'Fools. Weapon X is the least of your worries; at least Magneto goes the right of it, but even he is unaware of the true scope of what is occurring in the shadows,'

Emma cleared her throat and continued. "We still need to find out where he is. Xavier didn't even leave details where he projected, and we can't possibly find him with Cerebro broken. Don't you all see? This isn't some random teenager but a powerful individual who is building a team and has the means, money, and technology to outfit his group."

Jean sighed loudly. Her concentration broke. She ignored her team, especially Scott, and looked at Emma Frost.

"It's like he's trapped in some nightmare. I can't reach him. All I can determine is that he's resisting, which is also making him resist me and your attempts to bring him back."

Emma's eyes grew wide before she schooled her face, and before she spoke, her cadence shifted to her natural-born one.

Sometime later, inside the cafeteria.

Wolverine was flung across the cafeteria and crashed into a table; his considerable weight due to his modification shattered the table, the impact reverberating through the room. John Proudstar, a native American mutant standing tall despite his wounds, gripped a large blade that glinted ominously under the cafeteria light, ready for the next strike.

Wolverine, known for his snarls and retractable claws, lept up. He winced as a wound on his forearm stung.

"Vibranium? Logan growled and squatted.

"My brother's knife has been waiting to taste X-Men blood," John shouted.

Cyclops and Jean exploded in the cafeteria. Emma closed on their heels, her usual attire gone, her posture slumped and face languid. She had taken over from Jean, and her powers weakened, but her more significant concern was Astrid Bloom's disappearance.

"What is going on here." The three older mutants said in unison.

John decided at that time to lunge, leaping toward Wolverine at an inhuman speed and force. Logan was caught off guard, staring at Jean for a second before the young mutant would be on him, but another caught the mutant out of the air.

"Calm down, dude." Beef said, finally walking up after watching the confrontation long enough. He and the other Hellions had entered the cafeteria to eat when Logan stupidly told John that he smelled like his brother, which caused a battle.

Empath had decided to remain sitting, saying he would not interfere loudly enough. Hence, others understood he was here alone and to eat and not as a group. The last time he used his abilities to control someone's mind, Emma had trapped him in a mental stasis and taught him a lesson.

Tarot had a card out, ready to activate in case others joined; her earlier squeaky pleas to stop fighting were brushed aside. The timid girl decided to back up her team members but secretly wanted to help Logan. John was mean and deserved to be beaten up, she thought.

"Back off, man." Beef said, arms folded as he blocked the younger teen from continuing his brawl. Thunderbird growled and shoulder-checked Beef as he walked past.

"Hey, Kid, get back here," Cyclops called, stepping to give chase but was halted by Emma.

"No, Scott, let him go; maybe it was a mistake to bring him here."

"You think? All of you should leave." Scott shouted.

"Stop it, Scott. Your attitude is getting worse by the day. You need to take a break, Scott." She said half-hardheartedly

"How can I, Jean? Everything is going wrong, and Kurt is captured; the Brood is growing, and we're babysitting."

Jean shook her head. "Scott, you can leave and help in Mexico. Take another team; you need the distraction."

Emma decided to chime in. "Yes. I've heard about the incursion. How about you take my team too? They need the training, and at least you're good at that."

Jean nodded. Scott looked at both women, but he deflated and walked away. Hopefully, I am preparing to depart. Jean's eyes trailed after the younger boy. "That's Warpath, brother? Such hatred. Emma-"

"Yes. You know what happened, so I understand his anger at being here. I'm aware of his anger issues. He's in good hands."

"Empath," Emma Frost Called out; the teen in question grumbled but stood nonetheless. He walks by the two eyes connected. Empath nodded and followed behind the fuming John.

Emma sighed loudly and retreated to her room. Frost had left her institute in haste, taking her Hellions with her, disarray at her weak state.

'How many years had it been? Over a decade.' She had longed to hide away that part of her life and had arrived back at the wrong time. The Hellfire Club was changing the fundamental level, and now she had to deal with this.


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Chapitre 109: Chapter 93: The Weight of A Soul Harlem, New York 

Chapter 93: The Weight of A Soul 

Harlem, New York 

"This new ward," said Legal catching the attention of his boss, "another mutant? He handed a stack sign documents to to a mail-room employee. 

Cole stood and walked toward the window, peering across the city. He could clearly hear sirens, first responders in a frenzy, a common occurrence, he could feel and taste the fear that spoiled the atmosphere. He grimaced as his shadow stretched beneath him, unnoticed by the two others in the room. 

"Ah. Yes. I didn't mention her, hadn't I?" 

"Nope," the lawyer responded. "The doctor caught me up. Is she safe? Her psychic abilities seemed a tad dangerous at this stage." 

"Never know with psychics. I'm also working on a method to block them, but it is mainly only sustainable with me alone, but where there is a problem, there is also progress." 

"I can't lie and and say I'm not surprised." Legal admitted earnestly. "If I didn't trust you explicitly, I wouldn't have signed up. I read the after-mission report. Do you think it was wise to antagonize them?" 

Cole didn't think but acted out of defense. Xavier was the one being antagonistic to him. 

"Xavier isn't who I thought he would be." 

"You had another impression of him that came out false." Stated Legal wisely. 

Cole thought for a moment before nodding, agreeing. "His paranoia will do more harm than good for mutant-kind than what he perceives I could do." 

"Hmmm." 

"Is that possible? Could they hold you?"

Cole's shoulder rose and fell, even though he was unsure. "For a moment, yes," he answered honestly. 

"You haven't admitted to it, but are you, in fact, a mutant? Or is it meta-human now?" Legal asked, cutting his eyes over to the silent woman, Jenifer Watters. 

"This information is highly restricted," Cole replied. He understood the need for transparency but wouldn't spill what he presumed he was to everyone. He knew some suspected things; he eluded to being a mutant, which he was. 

"Ms. Walters, please contact me if you have any questions; if nothing else, excuse us." 

"She may remain. I trust Jenifer understands the NDA was only a physical barrier; if anyone breaks my trust, may god be with them." Two of the three inside the room swallowed hard, and fear spiked so extreme that Cole could latch on to it. 

'Oh. My. God. He's The Red Hood.' Jenifer had deduced that only after the meeting and the files she had clearance for. He wasn't used to this version of She-Hulk; from his knowledge, she was headstrong and belligerent sometimes, but maybe that was after her exposure to her cousin's blood. 

Legal nodded, his eyes glimmering, sparking as silent clicks emanated inside the office. 

Cole summoned his armor and smirked. "Isn't that fascinating?" 

Legal chuckled, head down into another file or another. "I, of course, suspected you could do something like that—Marvel of what you accomplished. I'm also grateful that you deem us worthy to share some secrets. Isn't that right, Ms. Walters?" 

"Yes, this is a lot to take in. I'm still trying to catch up," Jenifer admitted. 

Cole said. "I chose you for a reason, Jenifer. Trust me, one day I and possibly anyone will rue the day they challenge you in and outside the court."

Legal and Jenifer looked at me with questions, but neither asked; they are great lawyers. Don't ask for affirmation that you can't handle. He was sure Legal had suspected some form of Clairvoyance. Legal had worked with several people, namely Kingpin; the latter was the most secretive, but the teen before him had secrets that could shake the world. 

"You are correct. I am a mutant, and yes, meta-human is a proper designation to combat false information that has muddied the water." 

"So are we using enhanced human|mutate for others like Poindexter?" Cole nodded. It was an internal designation. He had no reason or need to change what the government used to describe the next step in human evolution.

"I need to change the necessary file designation so the employees know how to react." He muttered, making a series of notes on a pad to the left of him.

Legal looked back up, his eyes on my back; I was still facing outside the window, tracking the brewing storm clouds. 'Interesting. I had suspected my chi network had grown, especially since using jutsu techniques. It wasn't too far-fetched; Cole had recalled the notion of the 'GAMER' designation in novels of his old world; he had something similar, just extremely vague and overly detailed at odd Intervals. 

'It's possible that practicing Handseals will evolve my core further than I've been doing. This is something I needed to look into.' 

"Earth to Jeremy?" 

Legal words brought me from my mind, even more, clouded as the overcast above his tower. Cole explained to him about Inhumans, Enternals, deviants, and even the proto and External mutants. 

"This is a lot. Why didn't you include this in the previous presentation?" Cole took a moment to think about that answer before replying. 

"I have already upturned their worlds. Immortal mutants walking amongst us, secret plots of the world's most individually powerful, and Deviants and Enternals, two cosmic-powered groups hell-bent on eradicating the other, Enternals were the kings and queens of our worlds, I imagine, Genghis Khan, Gilgamesh, possibly the Pharoah's to name a few."

"And What would let them know that a race of humans that were experimented on to be foot soldiers are on the other side of the moon." 

Legal head shot back up. "What! What are their intentions for us? How-

Cole raised a hand, halting Legal. Hardlight cubes expanded in the room—an expansive city displayed in its glory. 

"This is the Afterlife; normal humans live here with inhuman ancestry. This is on the Earth." 

"These individuals are products of experiments? By who." Jenifer asked. 

"Kree, the race mentioned earlier, was created to battle the Skrulls. I'm assuming here, but I think the project was deemed a failure, and the Kree left." The hardlight was restructured. "This is Uranus; the decommissioned Kree base is supposedly still here. I'm unsure if the Royal family knows of this, but this is also where we could get the Terrigen mist." 

Eyes widening, Jenifer hesitantly asked. "You want to make more?" 

"Make? No. Inhuman DNA tampering is possibly more widespread than celestial tampering with the gene that makes mutants." 

"You want an army!" stated Legal.

"We need it for what's to come. I'm not under any illusion that Earth will get itself together for what's come. The division is growing, race, religion, social economics," He signed loudly. "If we must do it alone, we will, we can, and I'm sure as hell not about to live my life in fear and bow to a mutated deviant or a creature that consumes planets." 

He snapped his fingers. "Speaking of Galactus, how had the Baxter Building Cosmic research program been going, Alfred." Cole sub vocalized. 

"Reed Richards hasn't solved the instability in the portal matrix. Will you not Interfere?" Alfred responded inside his ear as he continued to answer more questions on the outside. 

"I've thought about it but have no reason to meddle in their affairs. The Fantastic Four are integral to many events. But set me a meeting with Victor Von Doom." 

"He's a red-level threat. Do you mean to take him off the board?" 

"I do not. I want to recruit him and, if not, work alongside him. Doom ideals may clash with mine, but the man is good at one thing I respect."

"And that is sir," Alfred asked in curiosity. 

"Conquering."

"I understand. Updating a file now, sir." 

Cole mentally nodded. "If I can advance his timeline and point him in the right direction. Off-world, perhaps, he could be a great defense against the greater threats. The problem is his insatiable need to procure more power. If he even suspects me of having anything remote as the system, he would attempt to obtain it or, if not, control the controller, which would lead to my death."

"Perhaps remove the insane need to one-up his best friend and greatest rival in all things Reed Richards. Sue is the linchpin, but she is already dating Reed." He wasn't sure about their enmity now, but this could be different; this isn't Earth 616, but 9592; maybe Doom is more reasonable here." He had a lot to think about. 

It was sudden, and he didn't anticipate it, but dread had suffused him, and he shivered and cut his eyes toward the area. He made a step, the window opening for him. 

System Message: ATC Operative Lance Xu York (Contracted) Soul has been lost. The host hasn't claimed a plane of his own….[Redacted] The soul of the signatory is lost to another- Tyanon. Reward(s): Amulet Of Anubis

....

... Reward: $35.900

System Message: ATC Scientist...….. Reward: Light M3 Stuart Tank 

Cole stared dumbfounded at the weight of the loss. What? He had lost souls and been rewarded. The system loomed over him as he shivered involuntarily. He didn't know how he felt about this. This was Marvel, after all. He knew his power was potent, but this was surely demonic. His impassive face blanched, and he took a few steps back as his pulse rocketed. 

He scanned the others and felt a pang of loss. He didn't get anything noteworthy before he closed his eyes and thought. That was wrong, but what would have been the issue if they had died and he had been rewarded? They knew the risks; at least he didn't force this group. 

He had obtained a tank and had no idea what to think. He held the cape and now the amulet. He had worries, but it seemed the system had made some vanish. The biggest concern was the system's mission, which flashed next. 

System-Generated Mission: The Weight of Souls: The Host has learned much since his impromptu arrival, but some things still elude you. You have sent a minion to commune with a Chaos Entity and have paid the cost of losing a soul, one with great potential. Rescue Lance York. He's your cousin, a bastard, but still.

Tyanon, a pseudo Class 3 chaos-borne Demoness, has taken from you. Reclaim the souls by defeating, Capturing, Banishing, or Subordinating Tyanon. 

Rewards(s) Variable 

Souls 0/6

"Fuck!" He reread the prompt. His cousin had joined his teams. How had he missed that? He opened the tab, noting the fewer operatives. He read down the list, finding his cousin's name. Shit! That was a glaring loophole he hadn't thought of. He would get relationship notifications but didn't read them without shifting his face. 

He slapped his forehead. He didn't think this would happen. He had bitten off more than he could chew. 

"What's wrong?" Legal asked, hopping from his seat and waiving the screen away. 

"A cousin has somehow joined one of the teams subjugating the townhouse—the one secretly haunted by a demon that plagued the land for hundreds of years or more. Also, Kaecillus may need me. I think I underestimated this demoness." 

"Demoness, female?" Jenifer asked in shock. He turned toward her, "Jenifer, this is why we're here. I've already gone over aliens and galactic empires, so why not demons?"

"No…no. I completely believe everything. I didn't expect this. So, does that mean?" 

"Jesus?" Cole laughed at that. Oh, man. Only if you all knew what clustered mess all that was. 

"That's a question I think we all are searching for in some form of fashion. Ms. Walter's. But let me ask you, if he did exist, what would that mean for the other 'gods?' 

Jenifer's mouth opened and closed, and her brows knitted together. Legal also contemplated the answer. 

"I don't require an answer now or later. Just remember, keep an open mind and believe everything you know as fantasy or fiction is possible." He finished. He tapped at the screens before him, sending boas to the area; he might need more firepower.

"Now let me see what's going on with Kaecilius." Cole opened the connection and immediately was bombarded with….. RAGE

Kaecilius had lost himself. The mandate was an area-of-effect thing. He leapt from the window, and the doors opened as his body dropped; Leech, Annalee, and Miranda entered as his body propelled skyward into the fuming clouds of an incoming storm. 


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