Ultimate Coverup | By : Polymer Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 1569 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Ultimate cover-up
3/9/05
Disclaimer: Marvel owns Ultimate X Men. I don't. This is my and my friend Christine's take on an AWESOME series! I don't get paid for this in any way, and it's for entertainment only!
By Christine/Trynia
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Chapter 1- Prologue
"Mariko!" cried Shiro. "They are coming… we must get out of here…"
"Shiro…" she gasped as she hung up the phone. "I got someone to come help us… that friend I told you about…"
"He'd better HURRY if he's any HELP!" Shiro grumbled as he raised his hands, and pushed her behind him. "The security guards sold us out!"
A blast of gunfire spattered them, and Mariko pushed her cousin down. A thin film of plastic formed a dome around them, tempered plate bulletproof that resisted the firepower. The door splintered as it was cut down.
"I can smell ya in there, you runts!" came a loud snarl. "They're here boys!"
"No…" Mariko whispered.
"Get back cousin, this is a job for a warrior," Shiro whispered. She lowered her shield and he forced her behind him. A blaze of fire sprang up, cutting them off from the others.
"What the hell…" gasped the men as they were surrounded by a blazing inferno.
"Cowards, you look for a woman, but you face Sunfire instead!" he laughed harshly. Another well placed nuclear hot fire shot singed the guns from their hands. They retreated, screaming as the room burst into flames. Grabbing his cousin, Shiro rose into the air, fire streaking behind him.
"Go on an run ya firefly. Cause I'm gonna hunt your ass down!" Victor Creed yelled as he shook his fist at the streak of fire.
Mariko and Shiro flew across the city, knowing they'd attract some sort of attention. "They're right behind us," said Mariko as she saw the helicopters in close pursuit. "Cousin they'll never give up…"
"They had you once, they will not again succeed. We should never have come… we should have stayed in Japan! I could have protected you…"
"I needed to find out what happened to my father… your uncle!"
"He abandoned you… it was only out of respect for you that I came here. And I say we must leave now…"
Shiro said as he landed on the top of a building. Burning a hole through it he pushed her inside, and turned to volley the helicopters with fire.
"I know someone… who might be able to help us…"
"Better call them soon… I'll hold them off…" Shiro urged. "Go… now!"
"Cousin…"
"Get OUT of here. Creed wants you… he won't have you! I promise I'll keep you safe…"
"But you…"
"GO woman!" he yelled. Mariko stumbled down the stairs as her cousin shot out the door. It grew molten hot as he sealed her in.
"Stupid idiot," she muttered as she heard the hale of fire. A huge blaze lit up the room as she descended the stairs into the unused attic below. Floor after floor she rushed down, searching desperately for a phone. Why had they come back? Didn't she know this could have happened?
Pulling out a picture she stroked it. "I should have known you weren't alive. They wanted me… they found me… but I promise you I'll find out what happened, and make whoever it is pay…"
Another blaze of fire heated up the building, and she continued her mad dash downstairs. The scars ached for they were still very fresh and clean. He hadn't forgotten her. Was there any chance that the other one was still alive? For she didn't see him with the rest of the operatives.
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"Hank… please… are you there?" she whispered.
"Michelle… is that you?"
"Yes…" she whispered. "It's me… from college… I just got back from Japan… and I think I'm in trouble…"
"Why are you back here, Hon? You said you were visiting but I didn't think…" asked Hank as he twisted the phone cord around his fingers. He glanced back and forth, looking to see if anyone was listening. He stuck test tubes in the centrifuge and turned it on. The whirring drone drowned out his conversation effectively enough.
"My cousin and I are in trouble… they know I'm here… and they'll kill us…"
"Who Michelle?" Hank asked, desperate.
"The government. Department H…"
"No," Hank whispered. "Michelle… you can't stay there… where are you now? I know what they almost DID to you… you shouldn't be here… can't you go back to Japan?"
"I can't. IF I do they'll kill my family… to get me to join them… please help me! Hank… they're after me… they know who I am… HE knows… "
"Wait, let me come get you. You know I said I'd always be here if you need a place to crash…" Hank McCoy said. "Look…"
"I'm at the Holiday Inn," Michelle whispered.
"I'll come get you, with my friends. I think you'll be safer with us…"
"All right…"
"Wait there… we're coming," he said as he dropped the phone. "Professor!"
She closed her eyes as she remembered. Shiro bravely was blazing away as he fought them off. The sudden arrival of the X men at the proverbial nick of time. A duel of fire and flame. They fled in fear, knowing what the X men had done that year ago.
Just as they reached the building where she was trapped, she saw her cousin's face as he slagged the heat away. "Mariko…"
"Shiro… I told you I'd get help…"
"You must go with them. Pretend you don't know me…"
"What?"
"For your own sake. They will use me to get to you… our family. These people can help you learn to protect yourself. For the good of our family you must go with them, and I must leave you…"
"Are you crazy?"
"It was your choice that brought us here. And I swore to my father to protect you. Now I cannot. They must do what I can't. I have no place in this country... you have a chance..."
"Shiro…"
"Trust me. I love you too much to let them use you to hurt our family… you are known to them by another name. Use it… when you're ready to fight on your own… I'll come find you… and bring you home… when my father has cleared our family's name…"
"I know why you're doing this," she said. "But damn it…"
"You must be brave. You're the rightful clan heir… should something happen to my father or me… your half brother…"
"Will stop at nothing to find me…"
"No… he's the one who sold you out… to the Department…"
"God no…" she whispered.
"They're coming… quickly… no time. Goodbye Mariko, my cousin," he whispered as he kissed her forehead. "I won't see you again for a long time… but I will pray for you… so that I may someday return and find you a warrior to join the fight at my side…"
"Goodbye, Shiro," she whispered as he gently lay her down, and retreated into the flames. Shouts and cries all around her drowned out her own tears.
"Michelle!" Hank McCoy yelled.
"Over here!" she cried. A blue furred face stared down into hers, contrasting against the raging flames. Temperatures plunged, and rain thundered down as an ice clad figure and a white haired weather witch applied strange energies.
"Are you hurt?" Hank whispered.
"Hank…" she said as she touched his face. "You… you weren't joking… you DID change…"
"I know you're frightened, but we're here to help…" he urged, gently picking her up in his massive arms. "Jean!"
A red head with short-cropped hair rushed up, alongside a slender muscular youth. Over his eyes gleamed a gold-framed visor with a single lens of red quartz. Green eyes concentrated, and Mariko felt her body wrapped in invisible forces. "Back away from her Hank… she might be injured… I'll take over…"
"She's all right," Hank said. "Jean will take care of you… Michelle…"
Jean Grey glanced down at the Japanese/American woman. Although she could be as young as 18, Jean sensed from the look in her dark eyes that she was probably more like 22. Her black uniform was tattered, and she lifted the girl's arm to see the letters X-36 tatooed there.
"Michelle is it?" Jean asked. "Don't be scared. I'm Marvel Girl… but my friends call me Jean…"
"My cousin Shiro… didn't make it," she whispered. "X-35…"
"I didn't see any sign of anyone else…" said Storm from afar.
"You're a mutant, like us…" Scott Summers said. "Don't worry. We're the X Men… we'll take care of you…"
Mariko nodded, letting Jean's power wrap around her and carry her towards whatever vehicle that had carried them there. Other black suited figures swarmed about, their various powers unknown to her and yet so familiar. How could they know she was alongside of them, yet in a special place where they demanded unspeakable things of her.
She already knew them. Especially the one who slashed with gleaming claws. The only one whom Sabretooth feared.
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