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Angel in the Attic
Chapter 18

Fusedtwilight: Thanks to my beta Lisa and all my wonderful reviewers.

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season. Now lets find out what's happening with Michael.

Warren glared at the front of the magazine in front of him.
Betsy stood next to him, a hand on his shoulder.
"Bloody hell," she said.
"That sums it up," Warren stated.
"Has Michael seen this?" she asked.
"Not yet," Warren said.
"My God this is truly horrible. Maybe you should tell him before he finds out," she commented.
"Yeah, you're right. Can you find him for me?" he asked.
"Yeah, hold on." Betsy used her power to locate him. "He is in the rec room...oh crap, he's watching the news."
"Don't tell me. They are talking about the magazine?" Warren asked.
"Yep."
"Shit!" Warren exclaimed.

Michael sat with Jay and Franziska in the rec room.
Various other students littered around, some doing homework, others talking amongst themselves.
Michael had told Xavier about his run in with Adonai, and Xavier had been trying to contact Adonai to find out more about what was going on. This finally confirmed his suspicions that Adonai really did have an ulterior motive for his actions and that helped answer a lot of questions.
"So, Adonai has never spoken to either of you?" Michael asked.
They both shook their heads. "Never met the man," Jay said.
"Me either," Franziska said.
"Okay, so why me then?" Michael asked.
"Just because the both of you have wings doesn't mean that is why he has taken an interest in you Michael. I mean, if he was looking for mutants with wings there are lots more out there," Jay noted.
"Indeed, you say he can do what you can? And he has said he has been waiting for your coming for a long time? Perhaps he has been waiting for a mutant like him to come along and train," Franziska wondered.
"But why? Why does he need a mutant with powers just like his? And how am I his legacy?" Michael asked.
"I don't know Mich, but if his powers are like yours then that could mean he is an omega too, but since he is older his power could be greater than yours," Jay informed him.
"Is it not funny how your uncle and grandfather had an angelic mutation and now this man, who is also of the same type, is taking an interest in you," Franziska said.
"You think there is some kind of connection?" Michael asked.
"It does seem to be a bit of a coincidence," Jay threw in. "Maybe he is some kind of relation of yours? Heck, look at my family; just about all my brothers and sisters turned out to be mutants."
"If my family was related to a multi-billionaire, then I would know," Michael said.
"Hey guys, check it out!" one of the students exclaimed.
He turned the volume up on the TV. It was on CNN and at first everyone assumed it was going to be mutant-related because why else would anyone bother watching it?
There were two newscasters; a man and a woman.
"This just in: a major scandal for Adonai Malakh. Did the head of Paradise Inc. father an illegitimate child?" the man asked.
A picture appeared on the TV, it was the cover for a magazine. It was a picture of Adonai and Michael in the cafe talking.
"A magazine is publishing a story claiming that Adonai was spotted with a mutant teen known as Michael Bronson in a cafe. Bronson became a YouTube sensation when a video surfaced of him fighting another mutant was posted on the sight. Adonai, who recently revealed himself as a mutant, not only has wings similar to Bronson's, but bears a striking similarity to him as well."
"That's right Tom, not only that, but it appears that Adonai and Michael share similar powers," the woman continued.
A video began playing, taken from one of the patrons who had filmed their meeting. It showed Michael pointing his burning hand at Adonai's face, then Adonai grabbing his hand and showing that he too could use the angel fire.
"Adonai has remained mum about any other mutant abilities since he came out. But with the physical and obvious genetic similarities, it is apparentthat there is some kind of connection, Tom," the woman said.
"That's right, Diane. Now keep in mind, Adonai has done a very good job at protecting his private life, but who's to say that some lucky lady didn't get a slice of angel cake? Maybe Adonai contacted Michael to tell him of his true paternity. It would explain why Michael was so hostile towards Adonai," Tom announced.
"Neither Adonai nor the Bronson family have commented, but this has already sent waves through-"
The volume on the TV was turned down and everyone glanced at Michael. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were bulging from his head.
"That...that...that is an outrageous lie!" Michael yelled.
"Michael, I hate to say this but...maybe they are right," Jay said carefully.
"What?!" Michael turned to look at Jay, his eyes glowing with angel fire.
Jay quickly raised his hands. "I am just saying. There is a physical resemblance between you and him, and he did say that you were his legacy."
"But my mother would never cheat on my father!" Michael cried.
"I think you need to talk to your parents. I am sure they will want to speak with you," Franziska said.
"Oh, God you are right! Damn it to hell, why can't people just leave me alone!" Michael growled.

"Damn it all to hell, why can't people leave me alone?!" Adonai grumbled.
An emergency board meeting had been called. God, he hated these things, having to meet with the other little maggots and listen to them drone on and on.
Nothing but a bunch of two-faced, back-stabbing dick-wads, all of them. He knew they all desired to kick him off, just so they could add to their own power; each one had his or her own vision of themselves running the company.
He would love to incinerate every last one of them but he needed their help to run the company...for now at least.
Adonai was reading the magazine. Damn paparazzi. Another pest he wished he could turn to ash. But they frowned on random killing these days so he couldn't do that.
It was because of this damn magazine that the meeting was called. Ever since he revealed his mutation the vultures...make that the board members, have been so far up his ass that when they spit it comes out his mouth.
"Seriously, I can't even go into a cafe without having them follow me around. What kind of world do we live in when a man can't get a nice cup of coffee?"
He turned the pages of the magazine.
"Adonai, this is serious. This company does not need any more bad press; which we have been getting lots of since you came out as a mutant," Roman said.
Roman was in his early sixties with gray hair and a thick bristled mustache. As per usual, the sound of his voice made Adonai want to break his neck, but he held back that very pleasing impulse.
"Oh, come on, you know what they say, controversy makes cash and all that," Adonai replied. "Oh, God, look at what Julia is wearing. Love it!"
"Adonai, this is serious. Perhaps it would have been wise if you had kept your condition a secret," Hughes said.
Hughes was a fat balding man with a chubby face and stubby fingers. Adonai had always been tempted to knock him down and see if he would bounce back up like a weeble wobble. Just for the hell of it.
Adonai looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "My condition? I will let you know my condition, as you like to call it, makes me one of the most powerful beings you have ever met, so I would be careful as to the tone you use to describe it."
"Adonai, since you came out we have had dozens upon dozens of lawsuits. Hammer Corp. is one of them; they claim you use your power to keep an edge," Roman said.
"Oh yes, because Hammer Corp. is sooooo successful already. I am sure the reason their tech is so shitty isn't because we have better workers or invest our money more wisely. Come on guys, if Worthington can run his company a mutant, then why can't I?"
"It's not just that. It's also the issue with this newest scandal," Tia said, a woman in her mid-thirties.
"Please don't tell me you all believe this bullshit? I can assure I have not sired anyone in a very, very long time."
"Then what is your interest in this boy?" Roman asked.
"Nothing like the interest you have in that nine-year old little boy you keep tied in your room Roman," Adonai smirked.
Roman's face turned an ugly shade of red. "How dare you!"
"Oh settle down, I was just teasing. You know I love to poke fun at you, Roman. It's like poking a fat frog with a stick; simple yet satisfying."
"Adonai, we have noticed a vast sum of money is being fed directly into special projects. To what purpose does this serve?" Tia asked.
"Well, the name of the department should be a hint. I am working on a very special project and the money will help me get that accomplished," Adonai answered.
"Care to fill us all in on what the special project is?" Hughes asked.
"Not really, no. Very hush, hush, you see. Something I have been working on for a while now."
The board members all shared a look and Roman smiled.
"Well then, Adonai, it is my supreme pleasure to inform you that we have all agreed you are no longer fit to run this company."
Adonai sat his magazine down and sneered at Roman. "Oh, really?"
"Indeed, your recent actions have proved you are too big of a liability."
"You want to try and throw me out of my own company? Which I myself built from scratch?" Adonai sneered.
"You didn't build it; your great-grandfather did," Tia reminded him.
"Ah yes, that's right."
Adonai stood up and walked over to a painting of his great-grandfather. He looked like a perfect copy of Adonai; even had the same smirk.
"Such a dashing looking fellow. Just like my grandfather." Adonai walked over to a painting of his grandfather who looked exactly like the previous painting, save for different hair and a different suit.
"Who passed on said good looks to my father." Adonai walked over to a picture of his father.
"Who I look an awful lot like," he continued.
There was a ripple of unease among the board members. Many had thought it very odd that four generations of men would look identical but none voiced their opinion. It didn't affect them or their money, so why should they care?
"Oh, come on guys. I know you have noticed. I am sure some of you are aware that man-mutants have an extended lifespan." he turned around. "That's right, I am my own father and grandfather and great-grandfather!"
"Obviously you truly are incompetent to run this company," Roman stated.
"I will tell you what I am. I am a mutant who is older, stronger, smarter, and to be quit frank, a whole hell of a lot better looking than the rest of you festering boils. And if you think you can take this company from me then think again. The only reason I have tolerated piss ants like you, is that you are of use to me. So, unless you want me to spill your dirty little secrets to the press, I suggest you all get off my back."
"What secrets?" Hughes asked.
"Well Hughes, like those interesting little meetings you had with those high level A.I.M. scientists. You know, A.I.M.? That crazy terrorist bunch of techno idiots who think they have the brains to rule the world? And you Tia, how many children do you keep hidden away working in inhuman conditions? That's an awful lot of human rights violations. And of course Roman, allow me to retract the nine-year old little boy comment. You and I both know you prefer little girls."
The three looked at him, stunned, shocked, outraged.
Adonai turned to look at the others. "And that goes for the rest of you. Since the day you all joined this board, I have had you watched. I have dirt on all of you and if you fuck with me I will bring you down so far you will never rise back up."
He stood up and grabbed the magazine. "Well, meeting adjourned!"

"I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so, sorry about this!" Michael exclaimed.
He was on Skype, (which Jay helped him figure out how to use), and was speaking to his parents.
"Adonai and I were talking in the cafe and it wasn't about him being my father. He has some interest in me because we have similar powers," Michael explained.
"He didn't hurt you, did he? That didn't seem like it was a real friendly meeting," his father asked.
"He really got under my skin is all. Have either of you ever met him before?"
"I haven't. I heard about him on the television though," Nathan said.
"Same with me," Mary said.
"Mother, how are you? I am sure this is horrible for you. To have to listen to those terrible people say you would commit adultery," Michael shuddered.
"It is horrible for all of us. All day the phone has been going off the hook with reporters wanting an interview with us; some are even offering us money to lie and say it is all true," Mary said.
"Which is impossible seeing how your mother and I spent a whole week trying to conceive you," Nathan smiled.
"A week?" Michael asked a disgusted look on his face.
"Well, your father and I decided we wanted one more."
"They have also been looming outside the house. The police sent a few of their men to keep them back," Nathan said.
"It's the same here. A whole bunch of reporters and TV crew are outside the school. They have been calling and trying to get the professor to get an interview with me," Michael mentioned.
"Well, maybe you should. Tell them your side of the story so they can stop this nonsense," Nathan muttered.
"Yes, I am sure when you tell them you are not this man's son they will leave us all alone."
Just then Jay ran into the room. "Hey Mich, Adonai just made a statement that you are not his son!"
"Well...so much for that plan," Michael sighed.

"These reports that I have fathered an illegitimate son are nothing but ridiculous and outrageous slander made by this magazine to try and get people to read their paper," Adonai grumbled.
"But Adonai, why does this young man look so much like you?" a reporter asked.
"A mere coincidence," Adonai said.
"But you both have the same mutation as well, a bit too much of a coincidence," another reporter said.
"Lots of mutants share a similar mutation but are not related," Adonai told them.
"Adonai, would you be willing to do a DNA test to prove it?" Another reporter asked.
"I don't need to prove anything, but if it will clear this mess up then I would," Adonai commented.
"Adonai, what is your interest in Michael Bronson?"
"I was merely interested in meeting another mutant who shares my mutation."
"But there are other angel mutants; why haven't you sought them out?"
"My mutation is very specific."
"In your last interview you mentioned you had other powers but they were not talk-worthy. If your mutation is like this Bronson kid's, then I think it is something you could talk about."
"I find people get nervous around others who can unleash vast amounts of energy from the palm of their hands. I was going to wait until people had adjusted to my wings before I started flashing my other abilities."
"And what other abilities are there?"
"Wow look at the time, got to go!" Adonai smirked.

Xavier turned off the TV.
"I knew he was too good to be true," Scott said.
"Now we need to find out what he wants with Michael," Jean stated.
"I have been trying to contact him but he has ignored my calls," Xavier grumbled.
"Then we need to go in there and demand answers," Scott insisted.
"No need to storm in anywhere."
Scott and Jean jumped out of their seats. Scott's hands went to his glasses, ready to blast the intruder.
"Adonai?" Xavier asked.
"S'up?" Adonai asked.
"How did you get in here? We just saw you on the TV!" Scott asked.
"I came to speak with Charles. I am sure you have a lot of questions," Adonai said.
"Indeed I do. Like why you are so interested in my student?" Xavier asked calmly.
"I assure you, my interest in him is purely innocent."
"Bullshit!" Scott shouted.
"Look, I know the kid has a bad record but I mean him no harm. I helped break the blonde bitch's hold on him. I told you how to save him and I killed the Purifiers. All to keep him safe," Adonai reminded them.
"Why?" Xavier asked.
"He is the holder of my hopes and dreams," Adonai replied.
"What does that mean?"
"You'll find out soon enough. Now, if you will excuse me, I must attend to other matters. Keep up the good work with Michael. I will be coming to collect him very soon."
Before anyone could say anything he disappeared; one minute he was there, the next he was gone.
"Son of a bitch!" Scott snarled.
"What should we do now, Charles?" Jean asked.
"For now we will keep an eye on him and two on Michael. Adonai thinks me a fool, but I know more then he thinks," Xavier said.
"What do you mean? Did you read his mind?" Scott asked.
"No, his defenses are strong. But thanks to Destiny's diary I have a clue as to his true identity."
"He is in Destiny's diary?" Scott asked.
"Yes. And I fear he may be linked to Michael whether we like it or not. Jean, I need you to run on a mission for me," Xavier said.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Recently, Professor Havas, the man who excavated the remains of that city on Isla de Demonas, has contacted me. He thinks he may have found something interesting."
"What, another pre-human mutant civilization?" Scott asked.
"Yes. As you both know, many thousands of years ago there were two mutant groups. The demonic Neyaphem, and the angelic Cheyarafim. These two groups had a great war that ended in the Neyaphem being banished to an alternate world. Now, after the incident with Kurt's father, study on the island has been discontinued. Havas wanted to return and finish his work but could not get any funding, until four months ago when Paradise Inc. agreed to fund his research."
"Adonai is interested in ancient mutant civilizations?" Scott asked.
"I think it is more than that. Any findings Havas made were to be kept top secret, and Havas made some very interesting discoveries there."
"So why is he telling you this if it is supposed to be hush, hush?" Jean asked.
"Because once Havas and his team finished going over that island, Paradise suddenly cut their funding and all their data and records disappeared. And since Paradise was funding them off the books, they had no record to prove it so they couldn't go to the authorities."
"But why would Paradise do that?" Jean asked.
"Why indeed. Since Adonai made that donation I have kept a close watch on him and his operations. It turns out, Paradise Inc. has sponsored many, many programs that dealt with studying ancient history. But like what happened with Havas, all research was confiscated as was the items uncovered, leaving nothing but a few disgruntled archeologists. Havas however, kept some private notes on his research that he kept hidden away. The data he uncovered led him all the way to the Middle East. He believes he may have located the remains of the Cheyarafim civilization. Warren and I helped fund his research there and he has found some items that may help shed some light on Adonai and his true motives."
"What has he found?" Scott asked.
"Stone tablets that have been unearthed in Ramon. It is located in Southern Israel. That area has long since been an archeologists dream; filled with fossils, rock formations and volcanic and magmatic phenomenon which have dated back millions of years. I want you to go there and see what you can find. Warren and Tessa will accompany you."
"I can leave today," Jean said.
"Good, and be careful. I have done my best to keep this project a secret. I have a feeling if Adonai learns what we are doing he will try and stop us."
"What did Destiny's diary reveal to you about Adonai?" Scott asked.
"Nothing specific.But there are numerous references to Yahweh. Michael in the diary, is described as being his scion. One line describes Yahweh as the first and mightiest of the Cheyarafim, and as having wings as gold as the sun."
"But Adonai has wings that are like that!" Scott cried.
"Professor...you don't think that Adonai is...Yahweh?"
"I do. Jean, think about it; his interest in Michael, his words that Michael is his legacy, his golden wings, his interest in ancient civilizations. I believe Yahweh is Adonai. I find it funny that no one has ever captured a photo of Adonai with his father. I also find it funny how any pictures of his family during the last four generations, the men have disturbingly similar faces," Xavier noted.
"He could have an enhanced lifespan. Wouldn't be the first time we met a mutant who has been around for centuries," Jean said.
"So, how old is he exactly?" Scott asked.
"That is a good question," Xavier said.

Michael sat with Warren, it was later in the day and Michael had spoken with Warren about the issue. They decided that if Adonai spoke with the press, then so should they.
They invited one reporter into the school to speak with Michael so he could tell his side of the story. Warren was there to make sure the reporter didn't back Michael into a corner or try and pump him for info.
The reporter had a video recorder out, filming the whole interview.
"Thank you for this interview, Michael," the reporter started.
"I just want to clear the air about these horrible rumors," Michael said.
"Okay. So first off, is it true Adonai Malakh is your father?" he asked.
"No. My father is Nathan Bronson; he is in Cambridge with the rest of my family," Michael replied.
"But the physical similarities are stunning; you even have the same mutation," the reporter noted.
"I admit there is a similarity. But I have spoken to both my parents and neither has ever met Adonai, and they have both assured me that Nathan is my father. They both purposely planned my conception," Michael explained.
"Then why did he want to meet with you?"
"He saw me on YouTube and was interested in meeting a mutant with a mutation like his. I was in a bit of an irritable mood so that is why I used my power in front of him. I apologized and he accepted my apology."
"That energy power of yours; it's like a mix of fire and lightning. What is it exactly?" the reporter asked.
"It's just a type of energy I can project and control. Plenty of mutants can manipulate energies science has yet to discover," Michael told him.
"Looks really powerful from your YouTube video. Reports say that the mutant you fought was a former student of this school who was responsible for a riot last year. But the X-Mensaid he was incapacitated. What happened?"
"I can answer this: Quinton was a troubled young man; he abused the drug Kick and it caused his power to become too strong for him to handle. A few months back he turned into a living energy state and suddenly reformed without warning. Luckily, the students were able to stop him before he could hurt anyone."
"Reports say you had an altercation with your girlfriend's family. What happened exactly?"
"Well, my girlfriend Anna's family does not like mutants. They learned we were going out but not that I was a mutant. But thanks to that YouTube clip they figured it out so I had to come clean, and sadly it didn't go so well."
"This matter has been cleared up with the authorities; Michael was cleared of all charges," Warren interrupted.
"And have you been in contact with your girlfriend since?"
"Sadly, no. Though I hope we can still see one another. I really care about her a lot and despite what her family thinks of me, I would like to continue seeing her," Michael responded.
"When did your power first manifest, Michael?" the reporter asked.
"When I was ten. My wings came out first and I didn't find out about the angel fire until a few years later," Michael said.
"Angel fire?"
"That is what we call his energy power. We all thought it was appropriate, due to his wings," Warren said.
"Is there anything else you can do, Michael?" the reporter asked.
"I can heal people. I am getting good at it; one of my friends is a healer and he has been giving me lessons," Michael said proudly.
"How did your family react to you being a mutant?" the reporter asked.
"They...they were afraid. We kept it hidden for a long time."
"Didn't your parents tell people you had some sort of mental condition?"
Michael looked at him, shocked that the reporter would know that.
"Since the magazine was published a lot of research was done on you. You were pulled out of elementary school and according to the records it was due to you developing a mental condition, but it was actually because of your wings, wasn't it?" the reporter asked sounding sympathetic.
"I think we need to end this interview now. Michael just wanted to make a statement regarding the allegations that he is Adonai's son," Warren said standing up.
"But I just want to know-"
"We are done!" Warren said firmly.
After the reporter was seen out Warren turned to Michael. "Are you okay?"
"I froze up; I didn't know what to say," Michael said.
"You didn't have to answer him, he had no right asking such questions," Warren complained.
"I should have said something, but I didn't want to tell him the truth," Michael said.
"Don't worry about it. Listen, I am going to have to leave for a couple of days. The professor needs me and a few others to travel to the Middle East. I want you to be careful. Adonai has his sights set on you and until we know why, I want you never going out by yourself; I don't want you to get abducted again," Warren said.
"I won't, I promise," Michael nodded.
"Thank you. Dani will be taking over responsibility of the Champions in my absence. So you will be training with the New Mutants. And don't worry; this will all die down. I am sure of it."

Later that night Scott lay in his and Jean's bed.
Jean had already left with Warren and Tessa, and Scott was getting some sleep.
But then he felt a hand travailing up his chest. He grabbed the hand and grabbed his visor on the nightstand and put it on.
"Emma?" he asked seeing Emma in his bed.
Wearing nothing but white bra and panties.
"Hello," she said with a seductive smile.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Grading papers, I got bored and decided to see what you are up to," she said.
"Wait...is this...a dream?" he asked.
"A very good dream, so you won't be needing these," she replied. She took off his visor and he fought the urge to close his eyes. Nothing happened. His beam doing shoot-out and blow off Emma's head.
"There, much better," she said.
"Emma, we can't keep doing this," Scott said.
"You keep saying that, yet every time this happens it ends the same way," she reminded him.
"Emma, I am married," he said.
"So, we're not really having sex. All married men fantasize about this kind of thing, trust me, I should know," she said.
She leaned forward and kissed him.
"Just let go Scott, be free. You want this as much as I do," she said.
In the real world Scott groaned in his sleep. Emma's name escaped his lips and his body began to respond to the feelings and sensations he felt in his head.
In her classroom, as she graded papers, Emma smiled to herself. Enjoying the time she got to spend with Scott.

Ramon is often called a crater.
Most people would assume it's because of a meteor impact, but it is actually a valley surrounded by steep walls and drained by a single riverbed.
It is home to two large nature reserves which act as campgrounds.
Warren, Alex, Lorna, Tessa and Jean were in a tent. Professor Havas stood with them, showing them a large clay tablet.
"We found this in the city. Some tourists were on their way to climb some mountains when one of them fell into the ground. He got a few bruises but was alright. After he was rescued, the cavern where he fell in was explored; that's when they found the ruins. A friend of mine called me when he inspected the ruins. He heard I was in the area, trying to follow any leads about lost legendary civilizations. I then called Xavier and he and Warren have helped fund this little project; we have done our best to keep it hush, hush though. After what Adonai did I took no risk of this reaching his ears," Havas said.
"What happened?" Alex said.
"Well, after the Purifiers there were concerns of another attack. But Paradise Inc. supplied a small army to keep us and the site safe. But after we found every artifact and finished combing through everything, the army turned on us. They took everything and all the data," Havas said. "They also made it clear that if we tried to go to the authorities or the press, we would be silenced."
There was no need to ask what he meant by silenced.
"So, what have you found so far?" Alex asked.
"Well, we have done carbon dating and this city is old; if what we have read is right, it was built ten thousand years ago. We have found pottery, monuments, jewelry, and of course the bones."
"Bones?" Warren asked.
"Yes, skeletal remains. Humanoid, but with wings."
"Wings?"
"Yes. Some had multiple sets, some had multiple eye sockets as well and a few had extra limbs. But they all had wings. We found armor and weapons. The odd thing is the metal that made them up hasn't aged; there's no rust or anything. It's not adamantium or vibranium; it is a type of metal we have not yet seen; made from a new, unknown element."
"So, what happened to the city? I mean, why would someone build a civilization underground? Especially one with wings?" Tessa asked.
"We think it might have been some kind of disaster; like an earthquake that sank the whole place into the earth," Havas explained.
"Interesting, what about this then?" Jean asked.
"We found it in a special chamber in the city behind a heavily fortified door. We have had no luck translating the tablet."
Tessa went up to it and inspected it. She knew of every known language and alphabet humanity ever had. But she was having no luck in translating this thing.
"It looks like it is of the Canaanite language. But it isn't like any of the documented subdivisions," she said.
"Indeed, we have had our best experts trying to translate it. But it is highly complex and we have made little progress. There are over five-hundred different characters. We found a body in the room; we think a scholar of some kind," Havas said.
Tessa was staring intently at the tablet. Her mind was like a super computer; allowing her to process and store vast amounts of information. She was going through every language she knew of and comparing it to the writing on the tablet.
"I think I can translate this but it will take time. I am going to send some pics to Hank, see if he can find anything," Tessa said.
"Thank you for all your hard work, Havas. We appreciate all you've done," Warren said.
"This is my life Warren, and if I can also get back at that bastard Adonai for what he did, then all the better, right?" Havas smiled.
Warren looked at the tablet. Jean noticed he was squinting.
"Something wrong, Warren?" she asked.
"I don't know. I thought it was something in my eye, but now...am I the only one who sees the tablet moving?"
"What do you mean?"
Warren walked closer to the tablet and bent down to examine it. "It's like the words are moving around, slowly rearranging themselves."
Jean reached into his mind. She saw that somehow the part of his brain that processed language was somehow trying to translate the tablet.
"It's like I am trying to remember something I learned a long time ago," he explained.
"Warren, your brain is trying to translate it," Jean said.
"What?" Warren asked.
"Keep examining it, see if you can get anything," Jean persisted.
They waited a few more minutes. "I think it is working, it's slowly all melting and reforming."
"I don't get it, why is Warren the only one this is happening to?" Alex asked.
"Maybe because he is a Cheyarafim. He fits the bill for one," Lorna answered.
They waited a little while longer. "Okay...I think I got something...something about this city. It was...a...paradise...the land was...filled? No, covered in plentiful fruit."
"I think you are translating it wrong, I mean, did you see what it was like outside?" Alex said.
"I am sorry; there is so much to read. It's all coming at me; I am having a tough time trying to make it all out."
"I think I have an idea, let me call Hank," Jean said eagerly.

Hank sat at the computer console.
It was the early hours of the morning. Jay, Michael and Franziska had been summoned to the computer room as soon as they woke up.
Jean looked at them in the top left corner of the screen. The tablet took up the rest of the screen.
"Warren is still having trouble translating the tablet. We think it might have something to do with his mutation," Jean said.
"Can any of you read it?" Hank asked.
"It looks kind of buzzy to me; like the words are trying to rearrange themselves or something," Jay said.
"I am getting words. Neyaphem, Cheyarafim, war, paradise, something about a curse," Franziska said.
Michael was silent. His eyes were moving as if he was reading.
"Michael?"
"I can read the whole thing," Michael stated.
"You can?" Hank asked.
"Yes. I have to be careful though, it's like someone crammed a lot of writing on a small bit of paper," Michael said.
"What does it say?" Jean asked.
"Well, this section tells how the Cheyarafim came to be; from the union of Yaweh and Asherah. Apparently they bred a whole generation themselves."
Jay whistled. "Dang, they must have had a lot of free time."
"It talks about how they built a small empire and grew as a people and a nation. Then this section speaks of how they lived; of their customs and-"
Michael stopped and frowned.
"What is it?" Jean asked.
"Well, I am looking at the last part...it's like whoever wrote this meant to write more but didn't finish it in time."
"What does it say?" Jean asked.
"It...it is a message for someone. It says: Father, we defeated the Neyaphem and cast them into the darkness. We waited for you but an evil rose from our very own ranks. By the time you read this we will be dead, there will be survivors but they will be scattered to the winds, our empire is gone. I, Thetatron, am leaving you this so you may know the one responsible for our end is..."
"Is who?" Jean asked.
"It ends. That is all," Michael frowned.
"We found a body with the tablet. Maybe he was in the middle of writing when he died," Jean wondered.
Just then Havas appeared on the screen. "That is one of the odd things about the bodies we found. The way they died suggested some sort of fight; but there were no wounds on them. Not a single bone was broken; it is as if they just literally dropped dead."
"Okay, so we know that the Cheyarafim defeated the Neyaphem and banished them to another dimension. But what happened to them after that? What killed them?" Hank asked.
"The tablet said it was an evil that rose from within their own ranks. So one of them went crazy and killed off an entire civilization," Jean noted.
"But why? What would cause someone to kill his own people?" Warren asked in the background.
"And what happened to him or her?" they heard Tessa ask.
"I have a better question: what the hell are you all doing on my land?" a voice asked.
"Wait, who is that?" Hank asked.
Just then there was a flash of bright light and the link was broken.
"Jean? Jean!" Hank yelled.

The camera lay on the ground, burnt to a crisp.
Everyone stared at Adonai as he lowered his hand. They had not noticed he was in the tent.
"Adonai!" Jean shouted.
"Jean, so nice to see you again. Wish it was under better circumstances. Havas, how are you doing?"
"You bastard!" Havas yelled.
"Oh, still upset over our little falling out? It wasn't as bad as it seemed."
"Your men put a gun to my head and threatened to blow my brains out!"
"But you were well compensated for your loss," Adonai said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Why are you here, Adonai? Or should I say, Yaweh?" Jean asked.
Adonai smiled. "Clever girl, yes, I confess I am Yaweh; a once-proud ruler of a mighty people."
"What happened?" Warren asked.
"I fell asleep and woke up to a devastated wasteland," Adonai sighed.
"Wow, way to rule an empire right into the ground," Alex said.
"Why are you here? You have no right!" Havas said angrily.
"Actually I do, this is my land. Maybe not on paper but I ruled over this place long before humans did. I do owe you my thanks though, I thought the city gone, I never dreamed it was buried under the earth," Adonai smiled.
"What do you want?" Jean asked.
"To reclaim my property of course, last thing I want is for a bunch of archeologists disturbing the remains of my home. I mean, it's already in the dirt but there still some things that have sentimental value. Like this tablet."
Adonai walked over to the tablet and looked done on it. "Ah, Thetatron. My great-great-great-great-grandson; he was a very studious young man. Had a perfect memory; he was our own little Wikipedia.He was our record keeper, even in his final moments he did his job."
"What happened to your people Adonai? What killed them?" Jean asked.
"I don't know. For a while I assumed it was some outside force, we had other enemies besides the Neyaphem. Maybe it was that black-hearted witch with the leather fetish or that megalomaniac from the desert. But now...to know one of my own kin turned on his own family."
Adonai looked furious and sorrowful.
"Why can I barely understand it but Michael can fully read it?" Warren asked.
"Only a Cheyarafim can translate this. The stronger a Cheyarafim, the quicker the words will come to him. Since Michael is an omega-level mutant, it is natural for him to be able to read it."
"Then here is the next question: What do you want with Michael?" Warren asked.
"Well, I am done being chatty today. I will be taking the tablet, the bodies, the statues and well, pretty much everything."
"I don't think so," Alex said. He raised his hand and blasted Adonai, sending him flying out of the tent. Alex and Lorna ran after him.
Jean turned to Warren. "Warren, take the tablet and fly away, we will distract him. Tessa, get the archeologists out of here!"
Jean ran out of the tent where the sounds of fighting could be heard. The ground shook as the four mutants did battle.
Warren grabbed the tablet and Havas led him out the back of the tent while Tessa ran to help get the humans away from the fight safely.
"Sorry this is happening to you again, Havas. I promise we will at least save this," Warren said referring to the tablet.
"Knowing your friends are kicking Adonai's or Yaweh's ass is payment enough for me Warren," Havas smiled.
Just then there was a flash of light and Adonai was in front of them. His suit was ruined; his shirt was gone and there were burn marks on his pants. His wings were spread out and glowing with a white light.
"Please, only Jean managed to actually burn me," he said showing them a burn mark on his left arm.
"Stand back, Adonai!" Warren warned him.
"Or what? You'll fly off? Please, I could catch you before your feet even leave the ground. Now hand over the tablet and-"
A stream of fire slammed into his chest and sent him flying back. Jean stood there, blazing with fire that surrounded her in a distinct bird shape.
"I got him! Warren, go now!"
Warren spread his wings and took off. Havas quickly got out of the way, not wanting to get between two clashing titans.
Adonai got back up, dusting off his shoulders.
"Not bad, Jean. I would expect nothing less from the once and future host of the Phoenix Force.Though I am afraid to say your attacks are not long-lasting."
He ran his hand down the burn mark he got from her and when he pulled his hand away it was healed.
"Hope I didn't hurt your friends too much. But they were in my way," he smirked.
"They are fine, you should worry more about yourself," Jean huffed.
A blazing aura surrounded her and the Phoenix mark appeared on her face.
Adonai spread his wings and an aura of angel fire covered him. "You are a strong woman, but you are just tapping into your omega potential. I, on the other hand, have had thousands of years to access the full zenith of mine."
There was a flash of light and a giant white ball of glowing brillianceslammed into Jean. She flew into the tent, the force of the attack and her own fiery aura caused it to explode.
She stood up and waved her hands as another ball of light came at her like a giant cannon, the ball bounced back, repulsed by her telekinesis.
It flew up in the air and the light vanished. In its place was Adonai.
"Not bad," he complimented.
"You're fast. Michael can't even move like that," she stated.
"Michael hasn't even hit the good stuff yet. That was simply me encasing myself in a ball of angel fire and turning myself into a living meteorite. The fire protects me from harm and allows me to move at super-human speeds. I once punched a hole through a mountain with that attack," he said proudly.
Just then he felt Jean attacking his mind.
"Clever girl; trying to go for my mind. But, as you should know, I have many defenses against such attacks. But I can play this game as well."
Jean could feel his mind against hers, just as she was trying to find a way through his defenses; he too was searching her mind trying to push his way in.
This would be a battle of both mental and physical ability; unfortunately, they both seemed evenly matched in both regards.
Jean waved her hand and three boulders were sent flying at him. Adonai blasted all three before they hit him.
"My turn!"
He held out his hands, making a triangular shape with them. A white glowing diamond shaped ball of angel fire appeared in the center of his fingers. Jean, sensing a powerful attack about to hit her, raised her telekinetic shields and the energy shot out faster than the eye could see.
When it hit Jean there was a massive explosion and a shockwave, causing a large crater to form.
"Well, that went well," Adonai joked.
He was about to go after Warren but then Jean flew at him. She held out her hand and a fiery claw like a bird's talon latched on to him and slammed him onto the ground.
"Don't underestimate me Adonai!" she shouted.
"You kind of remind me of my wife, God rest her soul. She was full of fire herself. Scott is lucky to have you in his life...too bad he is too busy chasing after that tart."
"What are you talking about?" Jean asked, her grip on him tightened.
"Come on, Jean. A telepath of your caliber? You must have sensed something off with him, something different? I have the gift of being able to read people. When I visited the school and shook hands with Scott, imagine my surprise at finding out he has developed a taste for something...frosty."
"Emma," Jean said in realization.
The shock caused her to falter; for her grip on him to lesson just a little. But it was all he needed. He broke out of her grip and opened his palm, a thread of white angel fire shot out and wrapped around Jean like a rope.
He slammed her into the ground and placed his foot on her chest.
"Let us end this," he said.
He began to attack her mind, not holding back. Jean fought back and for a few moments they battled mentally. Sweat poured off their faces and blood dripped from their noses as their minds clashed.
Warren was on the Black Bird, getting ready to make a call when he fell to the floor, clutching his head in agony, and he wasn't the only one. Alex, Lorna and the other archeologists clutched their heads as they felt the mighty minds clash.
Adonai and Jean were aware of this; both knowing the sheer amount of psionic energy their battle was putting out was causing those within three miles to feel an extreme pain.
Jean tried to break free from his hold, but between the pressure he was putting on her chest, the mental battle they were fighting, and her fear that soon they would fry those unfortunate enough to be so close to the two, she wasn't able to.
"'Nighty night, red," Adonai snarled.
He gave one final push of his mind and broke through her defenses. Unlike Jean, he did not care if anyone died in their crossfire.He did not have the same distraction she had.
But that didn't stop the headache from forming inside his head. He wiped his nose of blood and sensed around for Warren. He found that he was off in the distance.
Warren stood up in the jet, his head was killing him. But he went straight to the console and started it up. He didn't know if Jean or Adonai won but he wasn't going to stick around to find out. Adonai appeared behind him. Warren did not notice him and Adonai used his telepathy to cause Warren to fall unconscious.
Adonai walked into the back and found the tablet strapped safely. He pulled out his cell and called his men and told them to move in immediately and begin to grab everything they could.
He also told them to bring the bombs. By the time he was done, there would be no evidence there was ever a civilization on this land.
For a moment Adonai felt a sense of heavy loss; it hurt for him to do this, it may be in ruins but it was still his kingdom. But it was just a reminder of what he had lost, and he would not let it hold him back.
The city was long gone, but from its ashes something new and better would rise.
And Michael would help him do that.

Luckily, no one was permanently harmed.
Lorna and Alex had some nasty bruises already forming from their short fight with Adoani. He just seemed to shrug off all their attacks. Jean was the only one who seemed capable of doing any damage, and he quickly healed from it.
By the time everyone came to, all the items were gone as was there research data. They awoke to the sounds of bombs going off and the earth shaking; the caves which held the city were gone, caved in.
Havas was angry of course, the only thing they had to offer him were the images they had sent to Hank. It was a small consolation but it was something. Havas was now more determined than ever to get back at Adonai and find out what Adonai was trying to hide.
The four X-Menflew back home, defeated, angry, frustrated.
But only Jean was feeling dread; because she knew that when she got home, things were going to change.

"Oh my God, did you guys hear Beak and Angel Salvador had kids?!" Wayne exclaimed during lunch.
"What?" Angie asked excitedly.
"Yeah, apparently they tried to keep it a secret. She laid a bunch of eggs and they hatched into little baby fly and bird babies," Wayne said, telling them what he overheard in a conversation.
"Ew, how could she sleep with Beak?" Devin asked.
"How could he sleep with her? She is nasty and gross," Angie shot back.
"They're not bad. Beak is really nice and Angel is...tough," Michael said.
"You say nothing but nice things about everyone," Angie smiled.
"So, what's going to happen with them and the kids?" Devin asked.
"Apparently they are building a cottage in the woods for them to live in with the kids. They're developing really fast; must be their fly mutation," Wayne said.
"It's nice to know they are staying together for their children, I hope it works out for them," Rickard said.
"Speaking of people getting together, when are you and Victor getting together?" Angie asked with a smirk.
Rickard began to choke on his sandwich and Jacob thumped him on the back to help him breathe.
"What are you talking about?" he asked giving Angie a scowl.
"Oh come on, everyone knows you and Victor have the hots for one another," Devin chuckled.
"That's ridiculous, Victor and I are just good friends. I respect him as a fellow team leader and a he's a good guy," Rickard said.
"Dude, I have an enhanced smell; I can smell the chemistry between you two," Jacob teased.
"Keep your nose out of other people's business, Jake," Rickard warned.
"I don't know why you just don't ask him out. You guys practically have sex with your eyes," Angie laughed.
"What?!" Rickard hissed, turning two shades of red.
"Every time you two glance at each other, you both get this look that says you want to be with the other one," she explained.
"Have you forgotten he is sixteen and I am twenty-two?" he asked.
"So?"
"It would be illegal," Rickard noted.
"To have sex, but not date," Wayne pointed out.
"Just drop the subject," Rickard said scowling.
"So, when is Warren going to be back?" Jacob asked.
"In a few more hours. I hope he is okay," Michael said.
"Did they say what happened?" Angie asked.
"No, but I have a feeling it wasn't anything good," Michael frowned.
"You know what we should do?" Devin asked.
"Oh boy, this can't be good," Angie chuckled.
"We should go out tonight. We should go do something," he said.
"Sounds like fun. How about we go see a movie?" Jacob asked.
"Yeah, that sounds good," Rickard agreed, nodding his head.

"Man, that movie sucked!" Jacob complained.
"Tell me about it," Michael lamented.
"Horrible," Angie agreed.
"Waste of time," Devin threw in.
"Horrible graphics," Wayne pointed out.
They were walking out of the movie theater, having just seen a movie based on the TV ads. The trailers made it sound like it was going to be a good movie, but they soon realized, the ads all lied.
As they were walking out Michael turned a shade paler.
"Oh, no!" he cried.
"What is it?" Rickard asked, concern in his voice.
"It's Anna's brothers!"
Sure enough, Darren, Tommy, Jon, Felix and Tony were heading to the theater, each was with a girl Michael was sure were their girlfriends.
They were laughing and having a good time.
"Oh, snap!" Wayne cried.
"Rickard, Jacob, quick, get close to Michael and hide him," Angie hissed.
The two did as they were told, not wanting Michael to be seen.
"Alright guys, exit stage right," Rickard said.
The Champions tried to make a hasty exit without being noticed. But Anna's brother's eyes seemed to follow them, as if sensing their desperate attempt to remain inconspicuous.
They instantly recognized Devin and Wayne from the night of the dinner and it did not take them long to realize who was at the center of the group.
"Hey!"
"Shit!" Angie cursed.
"Just keep walking!" Jacob said sternly.
"Hey, freak!"
"Just keep going!" Rickard glowered.
The brothers stepped forward, blocking their paths, their dates accompanying them, wondering what was going on.
"Where do you think you are going, Bronson?" Darren sneered.
"Can we help you?" Rickard asked, stepping forward.
"I'm not talking to you, I am talking to that thing behind you," Darren snapped.
"That thing is my friend and his name is Michael," Rickard said angrily.
"Then you must be a freak too, pretty boy," Felix said.
"He's not the only one," Angie said.
Michael stepped out from behind his friends; he wasn't going to let them shield him. He faced them before and he wasn't afraid to face them again.
"What do you want Darren?" he asked.
"You stay the hell away from our sister," Jon challenged.
"We know you two have been seeing one another," Tony echoed.
"Don't try to deny it," Tommy cautioned.
"It's none of your business if we are," Michael said defiantly.
Darren took a threatening step forward. "You stay away from our sister, freak!"
Michael took a step forward as well. Rickard kept a close eye on the two of them, as well as the others.
"If Anna and I want to see one another then we will; there is nothing you can do to stop us!"
"You little shit, I will-"
Before Darren could say anything, Jacob stepped forward. His eyes turned yellow and his canines elongated. A deep growl escaped his lips and he snarled at Darren who quickly jumped back. Their dates let out loud screams and they all took off into the night.
"Sorry guys, but I wasn't in the mood for this shit," Jacob said, his face returning to normal.
"Dude, that was awesome!" Devin laughed.
"Sorry about that, guys," Michael said.
"Not your fault, I feel bad for Anna; having to deal with shit heads like those," Angie commented.
"Too bad my brothers aren't here. They'd teach them a thing or two," Devin smiled.
They continued on their way, quickly forgetting the incident like it never happened.
They returned to the school, telling no one what happened. As Michael went to bed that night he said a quick prayer to God. He asked that his issues with Anna's family would be quickly resolved, and he also thanked Him for giving him such wonderful friends.
Since coming to the school so many things had happened to Michael, good and bad. He had seen things he never dreamed existed, and at long last, made peace with his family.
It was all truly perfect.

Fusedtwilight: Next chapter something horrible happens to Michael. Will the X-Men be able to save him from himself?
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