Interactive

Continued from yesterday:

  When the X-Men finally left the sewers, it was with heavy hearts and a sense of importunable dread at something indefinable, yet close. None of them could forget the rainbow of expressions flitting fitfully across Nightcrawler’s face, and Scott might have given his eye teeth to have Jean there as telepathic translator, had he not been so certain to keep her away from all things blue and fuzzy.

  Nightcrawler was even more het up about this whole

Continued from yesterday:

  ‘It’s just the time of year,’ sighed the winged woman, 'makes me think sad things, sometimes.’

  'Like what?’

  'Like my family.’

  Niota’s face crinkled with confusion, 'why’s it sad to have a family. I like having a family, even if we’re not properly related or nuthin’.’

  Kaze smiled warmly at the little figure, 'I’m not sad becaue I have a family, I&

Continued from yesterday:

  After the fiasco with the paints, lights and the spaghetti, the Warren decided that some sort of ‘proper’ decoration was needed.

  So it was that, after fishing up some funding the, Humane Foundation started to be decked in large amounts of gold and silver tinsel.

  Everyone joined in, Kaze and Warren flew round the rooms, hanging decorations on hard to reach nooks and crannies in the walls. Sandra organized teams of volunteers, putting them to tasks ranging

Continued from yesterday:

  Nightcrawler surveyed the winged man for a moment, looking for any sign of deceit in his angelic features, but finding none.

  “Thank you.” He said finally.

  “No problem.” Warren smiled.

  “Now…if you could find that coat?”

  “You’re just gonna leave?” Warren was flabbergasted. “What about the others? Logan? Niota? JEAN?”

  Nightcrawler arched a brow at the way he emphasised her name.

  “What about them?

Continued from yesterday:

  The inspectors gathered around General Allistar as Warren knelt by the pinned man.

  “I believe the kid asked a valid question, General,” he said. “Where *is* his sister?”

  “I don’t have to say *anything*,” the general spat.

  One of the other inspectors dialled 911 on her cellular. “Kid accused him of kidnapping. He’s gotta see justice.”

*

  “Boss-lady?”

  Spiral stared on into infinity. She was cradling

Continued from yesterday:

  Forge’s “mosquito” had returned with Rogue’s biosample. It was the work of an instant to cross-reference it with all known mutants in his database. Well, now, wasn’t that interesting. It seems Mystique had a daughter as well as a son. Forge considered for a moment, then went online. He did have a few online friends, though he knew that with the hoops he went through creating different screen names and profiles

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  Sweet, melodious music played to the horrific images on the screen. Images of the concentration camps. A woman’s voice spoke.

  “Once upon a time, one race put another race in cages…”

  Skeletal figures. shambling near-ghosts in black and white. Haunted eyes stared at the camera.

  “Just because they were different, this race became the subjects in tests and experiments… and thrown away.”

  Dead bodies in mass graves. Dead bodies in ovens.

Continued from yesterday:

  Sunset in New York, the buildings painted golden in the light, reaching fingers of shadows streatched across the city.

  Spyke watched the light slide across the landscape from his bed. His soft, warm, bed, so unlike his bunk back at the lab.

  He heard the door to the ward open, heard the footsteps, nearly put his exoskeliton on, just out of habit.

  ‘Evan…’ the soft voice, one so like his aunty.

  He turned, looked at her,

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  Storm was in shock.

  She felt… she felt… she wasn’t entirly sure what she felt.

  Her nephew, her darling, baby, nephew…

  Oh Evan, what did they *do* to you!

  It was her fault, of course. If only she had looked harder… seen the signs… tried harder… if only…

  ‘Uh… hi Miss Storm! You OK?’

  Storm lifted her head up, blinking rapidly to clear away the tears.

  'Jamie?

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  “You like?”

  Scott nodded, trying to hook a piece of stray stringy cheese with his tongue. The little lizard girl giggled, and helped him along his way. Her hands were green and scaly, with webbing stretched between each digit. Claws the colour of blood brushed his chin, and she gasped as a thin trickle of blood followed in her wake.

  “Sorry, sorry mister,” she said, hurriedly trying to wipe it off and smearing it along

Continued from yesterday:

  For once Rogue wasn’t listening in on the Professor’s conversation. She’d managed to become incredibly adept at avoiding his mental abilities when he wasn’t looking for her, but right now she knew she was being watched after the Legion fiasco. Thus it was Sam with his ear to the door, and Sam who told the new mutants about what was going on.

  They decided as one that they had to go