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Angel In The Attic	By : fusedtwilight Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angel in the Attic
Chapter 19

Fusedtwilight: A big thanks to my beta Lisa and everyone who has reviewed.
In this chapter things take a turn for the worse for Michael.

Michael was on his way home.
His father was driving him back to Cambridge for the weekend.
It would be the first time Michael had been home since he first went to the school.
He was coming home to visit his family, after everything that had happened as of late, some family time could be used.
The car ride was pleasantly quiet. Michael's bag was in the back seat.
"So, how has school been?" his father asked.
"Good," Michael replied.
"And how are things with you and Anna?" he asked.
"We haven't seen much of each other as of late. Her family is constantly watching her. Last time we did speak she said her parents were considering sending her to a therapist to help her get over her mutant obsession," Michael said sadly.
Nathan gripped the steering wheel tightly. There was once a time when he was like that. But life had given him a cold hard slap in the face. He felt immense guilt for making his son's life so miserable in the last six years. But he would spend every day of the rest of his life trying to make it better.
"Don't worry, once she turns eighteen then they can't stop her from seeing you. You haven't...ummm", his father turned a little red, "you know. Had sex?"
It was Michael's turn to turn red. "Nope, still pure." he answered, showing his father the purity ring he had.
"That's good. Very responsible. Glad to see my kids aren't sleeping around like some of the other teens in today's age," Nathan noted.
Michael knew for a fact that both Mya and Paxton had lost any pretense of purity a while ago; having overheard some conversations they had with their friends. But he didn't want to get his siblings in trouble. Plus, he didn't think his father would handle the knowledge that Mya's first time was with a man older then her.
"So has this Adonai guy been bothering you anymore?" he asked.
"No, I haven't seen him since the cafe," Michael replied.
"Good, if that man keeps bothering you, you tell your teachers. Something about that man rubs me the wrong way," Nathan grimaced.
"You and me both," Michael said.

Meanwhile in Ecuador, Bastion was inspecting one of the new Omega Prime drones.
It looked like a man, in fact he once was; until the Purifiers scooped up everything that made him human and replaced it with technology.
"Change," Bastion said.
Doing as he was told, the man turned into his Sentinel form. His skin turned a dark silver color and his eyes glowed with a luminescent light. His arms and legs became more bulky and were tinged with a purplish color.
"Magnificent. It was truly amazing using Sentinel nano-machines to rewrite the genetic structure of the human genome and converting the organic material into cybernetic components. I thought after we burned through the first few hundred test subjects it would never work," Bastion grinned.
The Purifiers behind him flinched, they remembered what those test subjects looked like when the early tests failed. Bastion had done this before, but these were new models they were making with more advanced technology so it was tricky to make more.
"Imagine it; Sentinels who can perfectly blend in with the human populace and with a simple command return to their robotic form and back before anyone realizes it. This is the true path for humanity."
He turned to face the others. "Now. How goes our plan?"
"Sir, our troops are on their way to recover the package right now," one of them replied.
"Good, very good. But tell them to wait, I will be going there myself to retrieve him," Bastion said.
"Sir? Is that wise?" one of the Purifiers asked.
"Of course, Bronson is an Omega level mutant and if the reports are correct he has become much stronger since Stryker captured him. I will take a few of the Omegas with me in case the X-Men show up. Besides, it will be my supreme pleasure to capture the boy. His future self was a great thorn in the side for humanity and I would see him captured without fail."
"Sir, is it wise to go for the boy again? After what happened with Reverend Stryker?"
"Stryker foolishly thought he could control the boy's power. I on the other hand, only need him as bait to lure in the X-Men and use him to kill them."
He held out his hand and a holographic beam shot out from his palm and showed the designs for a sphere-like device.
"When the X-Men arrive to rescue the boy we will be gone, but the boy will be attached to a special device that will cause his power to explode, taking out this whole facility and the X-Men with it," Bastion explained. "With them out of the way we will move on to Magneto and his group, and then we will have nothing in our way in our quest to eradicate the mutant threat."

Michael and his dad arrived home.
They walked into the house and Mary gave Michael a big hug.
"Oh, look at you, so handsome. You seem to be getting bigger and bigger," she said.
"Are Mya and Paxton home yet?" Michael asked.
"Not yet, they should be here any minute," Mary said.
"Michael, your mother and I have a surprise for you. Come with us and bring your bag," Nathan instructed.
Michael grabbed his bag and followed his parents upstairs. They opened up the door to the guest room and led him inside. The guest room used to be his old room until he manifested his powers. But as he walked inside he saw that the room had been altered. What little belongings he had before in the attic had been moved down into this room.
"What is this?" he asked.
"Your room back. You didn't think we were going to put you back in the attic did you?" his father asked.
"Wow, thanks. It's great!" Michael exclaimed, feeling happy to have his old room back.
His parents left him alone to unpack. After he finished Michael sat on his bed. It was going to take some getting used to, but he was glad to be back in his old room.
Feeling nostalgic, he got up and headed up to the attic.
All his belongings were in his old room now so the attic was pretty much bare. His parents had moved some things from the basement up here now.
He walked around the room, remembering all the times he was holed up in here, looking out the window into the sky. Wishing that he could spread his wings and fly.
Being kept up here like he was a dirty secret; something shameful to be kept hidden.
So much had happened since he was last here. He had changed so much; he wasn't that timid little boy who was afraid of his own shadow. He had grown and developed.
Just thinking of his old self, Michael felt like he was remembering the memories of a different person.
"Michael, your brother and sister are home...and...they have a surprise," he heard his mother say.
He frowned, wondering why she sounded a little unsure. What kind of surprise could his brother and sister have gotten him that brought out such a response in his mother?

Meanwhile, back at the school, the X-Men were having a meeting.
"So far things have been quiet. We have been unable to ascertain any information about the Purifiers or Bastion," Scott said.
"I've spent weeks shaking down my contacts but the Purifiers have gone underground. Whatever they are up to they are doing everything they can to keep it quiet," Logan noted.
"And that troubles me," Xavier confessed.
"I have contacted Karmia, she may be able to help," Hank said.
Karima Shapandar was a human once. But then she had been an unwilling subject in Operation Zero Tolerance. When Bastion was still pretending to be a human, he and a number of high ranking government issues began a secret operation to eliminate all mutants. They turned humans into Omega Prime Sentinels and many against their will.
The X-Men had been able to help Karmia get her personality back but they could not undo what was done to her. When Hank called her up and informed her of the situation, to say she was more than willing to help was an understatement.
"It would seem as of late she has been getting very odd signals," Hank said.
"Signals?" Xavier asked.
"It seems she has been picking up certain frequencies that only a Sentinel can produce. It is not odd, sometimes a remaining Sentinel that wasn't destroyed or was hidden away activates, and she picks up on it. But from what she has said she is getting stronger and stronger signals. That can mean only one thing."
"Bastion is making more Sentinels," Scott said.
"And I think we can all agree what he is going to use them for," Logan said.
"Can Karmia track this signal?" Xavier asked.
"Given how strong it is now I believe we can modify her sensors to lead us to the factory," Hank stated.
"Good. Once we get a location we will immediately send a team to take Bastion down, this time for good. This will require a large team to get this accomplished. With a growing army of Sentinels and the Purifiers helping him, Bastion is more dangerous than ever," Xavier said.
After the meeting everyone got up and began to leave. "Scott, a quick word," Xavier said.
Scott stayed back and closed the door after the last X-Man left. He already knew what this was going to be about.
"Scott, how are you doing?" he asked.
"I am fine, Charles," Scott said.
Xavier knew better, he didn't have to read Scott' mind to know he was going through a very difficult time right now. After Jean confronted him about his affair with Emma, they had a huge fight. Jean has since moved out of their room and they have not spoken to one another in a while.
He hasn't spoken to Emma, either. Regardless, Jean had a little chat with her as well. Emma still won't talk about what happened. But it had to have been unpleasant to unsettle the White Queen.
"Scott, you should just talk to Jean. Not talking to her is what caused this in the first place," Xavier said.
"What am I supposed to say, Charles? I am sorry I cheated on my wife with another woman? I am sorry that lately I have been feeling like the woman I have loved since I was a kid is starting to scare me? That I am afraid she is going to burn up another planet? That I feel like I have to just pretend we are in a happy relationship?" Scott asked.
Xavier sighed. Jean and Scott were like his children, he hated seeing them go through this.
"Believe me Scott, I am no one to give love advice to. But sometimes blunt honesty is better than unspoken feelings. Had I been more open and honest with the women I have loved, I might not have broken so many hearts."
"Thank you, Charles. I promise this won't affect our duties," Scott said.
"I am more worried about how this will affect all of you personally, Scott. You and Jean are like my children and I want nothing but happiness for you."
"Thank you," Scott said. He left the office, half his mind coming up with plans for the soon-to-be battle with Bastion, and the other half trying to figure out what to do about Jean and his growing feelings for Emma.
Xavier said truth would be best, but how do you tell your wife you are falling in love with another woman?

Mya and Paxton's friends stared at Michael.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not used to them paying him any mind.
A lot of his sibling's friends abandoned them when they found out Mya and Paxton's little brother was a mutant. Only a very few still talked to them.
When Michael came downstairs he was surprised to see some of their friends with them. They had come to see Michael.
Before, when ever his siblings had friends over, Michael was either in the attic or he sat away from them, being forbidden from speaking to anyone.
Like everyone else, Mya and Paxton's friends believed the lie that Michael had developed a mental condition to explain why he never spoke to anyone one and why he acted funny, so they never bothered him.
But now, after all this time, to have some of them staring at him like he was a animal at the zoo was awkward.
Mary had brought them drinks. Michael knew his parents were nervous about having people over. But these were their children's friends and they hoped if they saw how docile Michael was then maybe other people will realize there was no need to be afraid of him, or judge him.
Michael took a sip of his lemonade. Should he speak first? What should he ask them? He didn't know anything about them, save for the interests they shared with his brother and sister.
"So you're a mutant?" Jessica asked.
Jessica was Mya's friend; she was five-foot four with long, blonde hair and round, brown eyes. Jessica's sister Tonya was with her; she had short, blonde hair and green eyes. She was two years younger than her sister and seemed more enamored with Michael's good looks then Michael himself.
"Um, yes?" Michael said.
And you were always a mutant?" RJ asked.
RJ was Paxton's friend. He was of African-American descent with buzz-cut hair, hazel colored eyes, broad shoulders and a well-muscled physique. He had a very deep voice. It made him sound older then he really was.
"Since I was ten; my wing started to grow and they sort of just popped out one day," Michael replied.
"Took mom forever to clean up the blood," Mya said, remembering the day the wings came out of her little brother's back. She had nightmares for nights afterwards; about wings bursting out of her back.
Jim was Paxton's other friend; they were on the same baseball team. He had a thin physique and pale skin with green eyes and short, red hair. He was one of Paxton's closest friends and one of the very few who didn't ditch him when Michael's mutation was revealed.
"I have a cousin who is a mutant," Jim said. "She has red skin and can breathe fire. I haven't seen her in years though; mom and dad cut communication with her side of the family when they found out."
"Can we see your wings?" Jessica asked.
"Jess! You are not seeing my little brother without his shirt on!" Mya exclaimed.
"I just want to see his wings," she explained.
"It's okay," Michael said. He stood up and carefully removed his shirt, he let his wings unfold, and everyone stared. Even Mya and Paxton, they were not used to seeing his wings; having only seen him bring them out a handful of times. It never ceased to amaze them that their little brother had angel wings, or could shoot fire, or could heal...or whatever else he could do nowadays.
Michael turned around so they could see his back; he could see them all in the mirror on the wall and saw their amazed faces.
"Can I touch them?" Jessica asked.
"Jess!" Mya said, sounding scandalized.
"Please?" Jess begged.
"Okay," Michael said.
Jessica got up and quickly walked over to Michael. She gently put her hand on his left wing and moved her hand down.
"Oh Tonya, you have to feel this; it's so warm and soft." Jessica marveled at the touch.
Tonya nervously stood up and walked over and began to feel the other wing. "Oh wow, it is soft!" she cried.
Mary was on her way to take some clothes to be washed and to check on the kids. They were being awfully quiet, (a clear danger sign), when she saw Michael with his shirt off and Mya's friends stroking his wings. Judging from the looks on their faces, they were enjoying his wings and the sight of his naked torso more than they should.
"Michael Gabriel Bronson, put your shirt on right now!" she admonished sternly. "Have some decency. And you two; keep your hands off my baby!"
"Sorry, mother!" Michael said, quickly folding his wings and putting his shirt back on.
"Sorry, Mrs. Bronson," the sisters quickly said, looking embarrassed.
"Kids nowadays, no decency," Mary said and continued her chores.
Michael, Jessica and Tonya sat down and the group continued their talk.
"So, that fire thing you can do? What is that exactly?" RJ asked.
"Can you read minds?" Jim asked.
"Do you know any superheroes? Like the Avengers?" Jessica asked.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Tonya asked.
"Hey, I was going to ask him that!" Jessica huffed.
"Ummm, it's a type of energy I control, not right now, no and yes," Michael replied.
"What kind of energy?" RJ asked.
"What do you mean not right now?" Jim asked.
"Aww, what about the Fantastic Four? Can you get me Johnny Storm's number?" Jessica asked.
"Is it serious?" Tonya asked.
The rest of the day Michael spent hanging out with his brother, his sister and their friends, answering their questions, and telling them what it was like living at the Xavier institute.
He even went with them to the roller rink later that night. They had been planning on going out and decided to invite Michael to go with them. Michael was happy they wanted him to go, as were his parents. It gave them hope that with enough time, more people in town would accept him.
Many of the youth of Cambridge were at the rink, and of course they all knew who and what Michael was the instant they saw him. Michael spotted many of his siblings' former friends there.
They got many looks that were either fearful or angry. But no one dared approach them and start a fight because everyone knew what Michael was, and although he would never hurt them, they still dared not anger him in fear of his angel fire.
After the rink they all went to the woods so Michael could show them his angel fire. They watched amazed, as the powerful energy; that crystalline white substance that shined like light, burned like fire and crackled like lightning, moved around Michael with a liquid grace like water.
Michael would shape it into spherical balls and have them dance around the group, or shape it into something like butterflies or birds.
By the time Michael and his brother and sister got home, having parted ways with the others, they were a little late for dinner. They received a scolding from their father, but he went easy on them and they were not punished, but only because Nathan was happy to see that they were acting like a real family, so he let them off with a warning.
That night, the Bronson family sat down and had dinner. And unlike before, Michael was smiling and talking with his kin, telling his parents about how much fun he had with his brother and sister, how much of a fool he made of himself trying to skate and of how crazy their friends were.
Mary and Nathan smiled at one another and held hands under the table. For the first time in a long time, the Bronson clan was a real family, no longer hindered by fear or past resentments, they could finally move on with their lives and make up for past mistakes.
But sadly, it was not going to last.

It all started at eight in the morning on Sunday.
Karmia had arrived and Hank was working with her on their project to find Bastion's location.
She wore a helmet of similar design to Cerebro, and Hank was at his computer typing in some numbers.
"Alright, since Charles uses a psychic frequency to find other mutants, I figure we amplify the frequency that Sentinels use to communicate with one another so you can pinpoint any locations where there is Sentinel activity," Hank said.
"Will it work?" Karmia asked.
"In theory, now let us begin," Hank said.
He finished typing in the numbers and hit enter, beginning the program. The helmet on Karmia's head began to flash and make beeping sounds.
"Hank, I think I is working...oh God. Hank, I am sending you a 3D rendering of the planet. Look at this."
A small 3D model of the earth appeared in the air. Small pinpoints of light appeared scattered throughout the world. There were only a few hundred. But then Hank saw a massive glow emanating from the South American region.
"Oh my stars and garters!" Hank exclaimed.
"Hank, I am detecting hundreds of Sentinels in the Ecuador region of South America," Karmia said.
"Of course! The Master Mold Cassandra used to make the Sentinels that wiped out Genosha," Hank said.
"Why didn't you guys destroy that place after you captured her?" Karmia asked.
"We were going to, but when the government learned they had property in Ecuador from one of their top secret programs, they sealed the area off and told us if we attacked it in anyway, then we would be sued," Hank explained.
"Well, someone should have told Bastion that because he is making more Sentinels," Karmia noted.
Hank was about to call Xavier but then something caught his eye. In the New York region, a very small point that was almost undetectable was moving; which was odd considering the fact the other points of light were all stationary.
"Karmia, where is that light located?" Hank asked.
"It appears to be in the Cambridge area," Karmia answered.
"Oh, no!" Hank cried.

The Bronson family was on their way home. They were all in a somber mood.
Nathan was glaring at the road, and his fists clenched the steering wheel angrily.
They were on their way back from church; sadly they had not been able to attend, seeing as how they were kicked out.
"This is simply outrageous!" Mary voiced. "We were married in that church and have gone there for years, and they refuse us?"
"I can't believe Father Ronald said we were not allowed to bring Michael in, what a jerk!" Mya exclaimed.
"I am sorry, I could have waited in the car," Michael said sadly.
"Don't be stupid Michael, you have just as much right as everyone to go to a church," Paxton said angrily.
"Your brother is right Michael, don't worry. If we have to we will find another church. No son of mine will be forbidden from entering the house of the lord," Nathan stated.
Just then a man appeared on the road, having walked into the middle of it despite the oncoming car.
"Nathan!" Mary yelled.
Nathan hit the brakes and everyone screamed as the tires squealed on the payment leaving skid marks. The stranger simply held out his hand and stopped the car before it hit him, leaving a large dent on the hood of the car.
Nathan stuck his head out of the window. "Are you insane?!" he yelled.
Just then the man's skin turned a dark silver color, his eyes glowed with a yellow light and his limbs became more bulky and turned purple.
"The hell?" Nathan asked.
The Sentinel raised his hand and they watched in horror as it morphed into a gun-like weapon.
Michael quickly raised his hand and pointed it at the Sentinel and shot him with a beam of angel fire. It shot through the window, making a neat little hole and slammed into the Sentinel, causing it to fly back over thirty feet.
Michael quickly jumped out of the car, ripping off his shirt and letting his wings spread. "Get out of here!" Michael yelled.
"Michael, get back in the car this instant!" his mother shouted.
"I will be fine! Just go!" Michael yelled.
Michael flapped his wings and flew at the Sentinel.
"Michael!" his family all screamed.
Nathan tried to start the car, but when the Sentinel had stopped the car, it damaged the engine so it wouldn't start now.
Michael's family could only watch helplessly as Michael fought the Sentinel. They were so transfixed with the fight they didn't notice the men approaching them.
The Sentinel fired its guns at Michael who flew around avoiding the shots. He formed a sword from angel fire and flew at the Sentinel and sliced it in half at the waist, separating the top half from the bottom half.
Michael landed on the ground and dispersed the sword. A black substance was bleeding out from the remains of the Sentinel; it looked eerily like blood.
"Well done!" a voice called.
Michael turned to look and his blood froze in his veins. The Purifiers had his family, pointing guns at their heads.
The man who spoke smiled. He had white hair and a goatee and looked human, save for his glowing eyes.
"I would expect nothing less from the great Seraph. Even in your younger incarnation, you are a deadly foe," the man said.
"Who are you? How do you know me?" Michael asked.
"My name is Bastion, and in the future, I kill you," he said.
The X-Men were quickly making their way to Michael's location.
Cyclops, Wolverine, Ice Man, Angel, the Champions, Jean, Shadow Cat, Storm, Magma and Colossus were in the X-Jet.
"We have been unable to reach the Bronson family; Karmia is sending us the coordinates of the Sentinel signal. It has stopped moving so we are assuming they have come upon Michael. Be ready, Omega Prime Sentinels are very dangerous and have power dampening fields that given enough exposure, can rob a mutant of their powers making them easier to kill," Cyclops explained.
"Made them perfect assassins; they would act human and get close to their target, once enough time passed and the mutant was weak enough, the Sentinel would transform and kill them," Wolverine told them.
"How long does it take for these fields to take effect?" Skald asked.
"Before, it was around ten minutes or less depending on the mutant's power. But we must prepare for the possibility Bastion has upgraded them," Cyclops said.
"And who is Bastion again?" Speed Demon asked.
"Once I was a Nimrod Sentinel, in my time, my kind was the most advanced and effective mutant killing machines. I came back in time when another mutant sought to change fate in order to stop her. During my travels, I happened upon a Master Mold and our programming's merged, creating a new entity. Posing as a human, I infiltrated the government to help perform my duties and wipe out all mutants. But the X-Men stopped me. However, the Purifiers recently recovered my head and rebuilt me using various stolen technology," Bastion explained.
"You said you kill me in the future, what did you mean?" Michael asked.
"In my future, the Brotherhood of Mutants assassinated Senator Robert Kelly. This event started the rise of humanity against mutants. The government sanctioned the creation of Sentinels and camps were created for mutants to be detained. Some were used to hunt other mutants, being turned into what was called Hounds. Mutants brainwashed and altered to track their own kind to be hunted and killed. The X-Men of course were attacked and many of their members were killed. Those that survived were eventually captured, or killed over time. You were one of those mutants."
Bastion raised his hand and an image appeared of whom Michael at first thought was Adonai. But then he realized that this man, although he bore a strong resemblance to the winged businessman, his skin was pale, his jaw wasn't as square and although physically fit, his muscles weren't as big as Adonai's and he didn't have the same steely gaze nor the supreme air of a king like Adonai.
Michael was startled to realize that the man in the image was him. Only older.
"The mighty Seraph, you were a pain in the government's side; leading raids on Mast Mold facilities and mutant camps. You were one of the few beacons of hope for your species. Until I killed you. As I recall, you fought a whole army of me and my brethren, singlehandedly. Trying to buy time for your comrades to escape, but our sheer numbers overpowered you and you were killed."
The image disappeared and Michael was left feeling hollow in his stomach.
"What a load of crap! Everyone knows Kelly was assassinated by one of the members of the Friends of Humanity after he became a pro-mutant sympathizer," Nathan stated.
One of the Purifiers slammed the butt of his gun into Nathan's stomach.
"Dad!" Paxton yelled.
Mya and Mary screamed and Michael clenched his fists.
"True. Sadly, the mutant who traveled back in time was successful in her mission and that future was averted," Bastion said.
"Then you shouldn't exist," Michael said.
"True, but for some reason my future became an alternate reality. But I am going to change that; I am going to bring about the end of all mutants and secure humanities future. And you will help me."
"Don't listen to him Michael, run away now!" Nathan yelled.
"If he speaks one more time put a bullet in his head," Bastion said calmly to the Purifiers.
One of the Purifiers leveled the muzzle of his gun at Nathan's head.
"Don't worry, I will save you!" Michael shouted to his family.
"I wouldn't make promises I can't keep if I were you," Bastion said with a sneer.
"If you hurt them I swear to God I will destroy you!" Michael yelled.
Bastion grinned. "Come on then Seraph, you think you can save them, then do it!"
"You asked for it!"
Michael raised his hands, intending to blast Bastion's head off. But nothing happened. There was no sign of his angel fire on any part of his body. Not even a tingle.
"What?" Michael asked.
"Oh! I forgot to mention; one of the reasons my kind of Sentinel was so good at killing mutants was because we had a built-in mutant dampening field." Bastion explained. "Really shouldn't have let me talk for so long."
"Please, let my family go, I beg of you," Michael pleaded.
"Well, they are no longer necessary. Now that I have neutralized your power and all. Let it not be said I am without mercy," Bastion grinned.
Michael looked at his family and they stared back at him with eyes filled with terror. Michael gave them a warm, reassuring smile. He would let the Purifiers take him, (being kidnapped wasn't new for him, after all), and his family would be safe and call the X-Men to come save him, (again).
"Don't worry, everything will be okay. The X-Men will come rescue me and then we-"
"Fire," Bastion instructed.
That moment would be forever burned in Michael's head; it would haunt him for years to come.
Four gunshots were fired, four bodied hit the ground. They hadn't even had time to scream.
And yet Michael heard the sound of screaming; at first he didn't understand where it was coming from; it wasn't the Purifiers, or Bastion, and certainly not his family.
It was then he realized it was him. He was screaming. He stared in horror at the corpses of his family, his mind seemed to freeze up and shut down, he fell to his knees with tears running down his face.
"Mother? Father? Mya? Paxton?" he whispered.
There was no answer. No one spoke, or maybe Michael did not hear them. His sole focus was on the bodies; on the blood that pooled around their heads, on the stillness of their forms.
"There, now they won't suffer after I kill you. Nor suffer the soon-to-be war with the mutants. Plus, it is good they die; your family has a bad habit of producing mutants, after all. In my time, those humans who carried the X-Gene were sterilized. Alright, grab him and let's go," Bastion ordered the Purifiers.
A few of the Purifiers moved forward to take Michael.
Michael couldn't understand. Why was his family dead? They couldn't be dead; they were finally coming together once more. He got to meet with Mya and Paxton's friends and had fun with them; he had helped his mother make dinner last night. He had talked to his dad about his situation with Anna and listened to his advice on how to be a good boyfriend.
Paxton was supposed to go to college and become a professional baseball player.Mya was supposed start her own hair salon and cut hair for the rich and famous, his mother and father were supposed to grow old together and with pride and happiness, watch their children grow and have their own families.
But now they were dead, and with them, those futures that they had all been so looking forward to. Michael felt so numb. He felt like a spirit or a ghost; a shadow without a body that at any moment could disappear.
But now a new emotion was coursing through Michael.
Rage.
Raw.
Pure.
Seething.
Rage.
Never in all his life had Michael felt such an emotion. At least not like this, no, not even when he fought Quinton or Boreas. This was an all-consuming anger; one of the deadly sins he was taught to avoid. All encompassing, all consuming.
He had never been really violent unless provoked. H never wanted to bring harm onto others, preferring to turn the other cheek. Despite his great power, Michael was a peaceful boy.
But now he wanted nothing more than to kill these men; to turn them to ash, to listen to them scream as his angel fire ate at their bodies. To make them beg for their miserable lives.
And in that rage, a new and terrifying aspect of Michael's power was revealed. Once, Sage had scanned him for power placement and noticed he had metamorphic abilities. She was never sure what he could turn into, but she was sure it was mean and nasty.
As the Purifiers were about to find out.
Bastion's sensors began to activate and he frowned.
WARNING! OMEGA MUTANT POWER IS RISING!
"That's not possible," Bastion whispered.
"Alright mutie, enough with the tears, let's do this nice and-"
A pillar of angel fire erupted from Michael and shot into the sky. The two Purifiers close to him were vaporized before they even knew what hit them.
"What is this?!" Bastion yelled.
Michael threw his head back and let out a roar of rage and sorrow. A halo covered in thorns appeared above his head, his eyes burned with a yellow light, and glowing symbols appeared all over his body. It was the same form he took when he fought Juggernaut.
But then his whole body transmuted into angel fire and melted into a pillar of fire. Michael disappeared, but his screams could still be heard.
The pillar of fire expanded, warped, twisted, and took shape. Where once Michael stood, there was now a creature around sixty-feet tall. It was covered in white fur and had a massive pair of angel wings on its back. A lion's tail grew from its backside with a tuft of black, curly hair. Its hands were like a man's, save for the claws that grew from its fingers, and its feet were like that of an eagle's talons. Its head was that of a lion with a white mane, and a pair of bull-like horns grew from the center.
Its eyes were yellow and filled with an animalistic fury, focused on the Purifiers and Bastion.
It opened its jaw, showing off rows of sharp teeth and let loose a mighty roar that was louder than thunder and could be heard for many miles away.

In his study, Xavier was looking over Destiny's Diary.
He was looking at the page that showed the chimera creature; he was pondering the meaning of this creature and its connection to Michael, when he felt it.
A psychic wave of pure sorrow and rage, whose essence he knew.
"Michael?" he whispered.

In his office, Adonai was going through his paperwork, when he felt it.
A massive eruption of empyreal fire.
He knew there was only one person who could produce such an amount besides himself.
"Michael?"
But why would he be releasing such an amount? And why did this feel so...chaotic? As if in response to a deep level of emotional distress.
Expanding his mind Adonai easily located Michael and it did not take him long to figure out what happened.
"Well, this complicates things."

Deep in the Burning Plains, the Empyreal Spirits watched Michael through a small pool. A trio of massive angelic-like beings observed the situation with much interest.
"Well, this is a good sign, don't you agree brothers?" one of them asked.
"Indeed, not even Yahweh attained that form at the boy's age," another of the spirits said.
"If only we could bring him to us," another said.
"Do not fret; I have a plan to bring him to us. If Yahweh thinks he can keep his heir all to himself, he has another thing coming."

Meanwhile, the X-Men stared in horror at the massive beast.
They had seen the beam of light and recognized it as Michael's angel fire.
"What is that thing? Speed Demon asked.
"Where is Michael?" Angel asked.
"Oh God, look!" Tazmin exclaimed, pointing to the road.
The X-Men saw the Bronson's car and their bodies.
"Oh, no!" Angel cried.
"Scott, that thing looks like the one in the book," Jean said.
"But what is it?" Ice Man asked.
Jean opened her mind and scanned the beast, she flinched when she encountered its raw, angry mind. But as she probed deeper into its seething head, she realized who it was.
"It's Michael! When he saw his parents die it caused him to snap!"
"That's Michael?" Kid Wendigo asked.
"He's going for the Purifiers!" Wolverine exclaimed.
"Sir, what do we do?" one of the Purifiers asked.
Michael took a step forward, causing the whole ground to tremble.
"Activating teleportation mode," Bastion said.
There was a sharp SNAP and Bastion was gone. The Purifiers stared in horror where their master used to be, and then their attention was directed to the beast snarling viciously at them.
Before the Purifiers could act, Michael struck. He slashed at one; cutting him to pieces with his claws, another, he punched into the ground, turning him to jelly. One of the Purifiers tried to run but Michael caught him in his paws, he opened his mouth and bit the Purifier in half and spat him out.
The other Purifiers tried to run as well, but Michael was not yet done with them; he opened his mouth and a stream of angel fire shot out, destroying the remaining Purifiers and a good portion of the woods.
But Michael still was not satisfied. At the tip of his horns a ball of angel fire appeared. It then shot out as a beam, destroying even more of the surrounding forest.
Michael began to slam his fists onto his chest like an ape would. He roared in satisfaction and continued his path of destruction.
"What is he doing?" Angel asked.
"He is in a berserker mode; he isn't planning on stopping!" Jean cried.
She was right, he wasn't. Rage controlled him; all he wanted to do was destroy, to take his pain out on the world, even if it meant he had to burn it to the ground.
But in the back of his mind he knew of a place where he could take his rage out; the town where he grew up and had forsaken him and his kin. He would make them pay for what they did.
Just then Michael noticed the X-Jet. He gathered more angel fire at the tip of his horns and fired it at the jet. They managed to dodge it but the blast clipped the wing, causing it to crash.
Luckily no one was hurt and they quickly made their way out. The ground shook as Michael thundered towards them.
"Michael! Stop trying to kill us, you stupid dick!" Speed Demon yelled.
Michael growled and his horns began to glow once more and although he was many yards away, the X-Men knew he could blast them from that distance and it would destroy them.
"Way to go, Devin," Kid Devil said sarcastically.
Before Michael could fire, Ice Man shot a beam of ice at his face, coating his eyes. Michael roared and his head moved to the side as the beam fired. It missed the X-Men but they all ducked as the shockwave sent dust, rocks, and twigs flying at them.
"Goddess, he is going to destroy the whole woods if he keeps this up," Storm commented.
"Worry more about us," Tazmin said.
"Cyclops, what do we do?" Skald asked.
"We stop him. We can't let him get to a populated area, and Cambridge isn't far from here," Cyclops replied.
Michael finally managed to get the ice off his eyes, and having lost interest in the X-Men, he began to walk away. He was eager to take his rage out on his hometown.
"We need to try and snap him out of it; we will distract him while Jean tries to contact him psychically," Cyclops explained.
The X-Men all ran at Michael.
"Why do I feel like we are doing something extremely stupid?" Speed Demon asked.
"We're about to attack our Omega level friend who has lost all sense of reason and has transformed into a sixty-foot monstrosity. Trust me, we are all feeling it," Kid Devil said.
"What do you expect, we're X-Men," Tazmin said.
The animals that lived in the woods ran as fast as they could. Birds took flight and flew off as quickly as they could. The sounds of Michael's footfalls could be felt from miles away.
He could have flown there, but he was in no hurry. Every once in a while he would shoot a beam of angel fire off into the woods. A flock of birds flew past him, trying to escape the onslaught. His horns glowed and arcs of angel fire shot out like lightning and vaporized
The wind began to change. He looked up when he saw the sky darken and black clouds begin to form. The wind began to pick up and thunder sounded in the sky.
Just then a red beam shot out and struck his back, he let out a roar and turned to see who the transgressor was. Cyclops was running at him, his visor glowing. Michael went to attack but lightning struck him from the sky.
Neither Cyclops' blast nor Storm's lightning slowed him down one bit. Angel appeared next to her, carrying Ice Man.
"Storm, make it rain!" Ice Man yelled.
Storm nodded and within seconds rain began to fall from the sky. With all the moisture in the air Ice Man was able to coat Michael in a thick sheen of ice, completely immobilizing him.
"Got him!" Ice Man shouted.
But then Michael's body began to glow with a white light and the ice melted away.
"Never mind," Ice Man said meekly.
Cyclops fired an optic blast at Michael; it hit him on the shoulder but didn't even phase him. He went to grab Cyclops but Jean raised a telekinetic barrier that protected them both.
Michael slammed his fists onto the barrier, trying to break it. Jean groaned in pain, her mind feeling the pressure of his blows.
"Hey, Michael!" Speed Demon called, trying to get his attention.
Michael paid him no mind and continued to attack Jean and Cyclops.
"Hey, I paid your mom a visit!"
Michael stopped the attack.
"That's right, I zipped on over to see her real quick, or what was left of her. Let me tell you, for a dead body she still has some life left in her!"
Michael turned around to face Speed Demon. A deep growl escaped his mouth, his teeth bared and his eyes blazed with fire.
"Oh shit," he said.
He turned and ran, Michael ran after him as well. Speed Demon didn't run as fast as he normally could; he just had to lead Michael away from the others, but Michael, who was running on all fours like a cat, was surprisingly fast despite his massive size.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Speed Demon yelled.
He looked behind him and saw that Michael was dangerously close now. Michael pounced and would have gotten Speed Demon had Kid Devil not flown down just in time to get him out of harm's way.
"Way to piss him off, Devin," Kid Devil said.
"Well, someone had to save Cyclops and Jean and...wait, can't he fly?"
They heard the sounds of mighty wings and both looked back and saw Michael flying after them and they both screamed.
But then Michael clutched his ears and fell back to the ground. They looked down and saw Skald had his arms raised, his hair slick and wet from the rain, using his power to mess with Michael's equilibrium.
"Tazmin now!" he yelled.
Tazmin put on her goggles and Kid Wendigo and Colossus stood next to her. She began to spin around, creating a mini-tornado. Colossus and Kid Wendigo were picked up, and after circling around her a few times they were tossed at Michael.
Kid Wendigo shifted into his mythic form and Colossus into his steel form. At the same time they slammed into Michael's face, knocking him back.
But then Michael's tail swooped into them both, knocking them off him.
Michael got back up and went to charge another attack between his horns, but Cyclops and Magma blasted it with their powers, causing a massive explosion that seemed to stun Michael, but then he just shook it off.
"How are we supposed to stop him?" Shadowcat asked.
"I have been trying to get through him mentally but he is totally shut off from the world," Jean said.
"I will take it from here."
Everyone turned and saw Adonai walking towards them.
"What are you doing here?" Cyclops demanded.
"I'm here to stop Michael. All you lot are doing is pissing him off. With the pain and sorrow of losing his family ruling him, Michael has lost all control of his power and has become a monster of God; a force of pure destruction. He won't stop until he has vented his anger, and seeing how he is a sixteen-year old who just watched his family get their brains blown out, that might not be for a while."
"So, what do you propose?" Angel asked.
"You small fry back up and let me handle this," Adonai said.
He began to walk toward Michael, angel fire enveloped his body and just like before with Michael, he seemed to become one with it, and it grew and grew until yet another beast like Michael towered over them all.
Only this one was bigger than Michael; it was a hundred-feet tall, its wings were golden but the rest of the fur that covered its body was white.
"Now now, no need to make a fuss. Calm down, child," Adonai said, his voice much deeper and more snarly.
Michael charged and attacked between his horns and fired a blast of angel fire at Adonai. But Adonai merely brushed it away and it dissipated.
Michael let out a roar and charged at Adonai, but he grabbed Michael's horns before they could impale him. Michael managed to push him back a little but Adonai began to push back. But then Michael's horns began to glow with angel fire as he charged up another attack.
"Sorry kid, this is going to hurt you more than me."
Adonai raised his hand; it glowed with angel fire, and brought it down on Michael's head. There was a massive explosion and a flash of light. The X-Men took cover as a large shockwave spread throughout the woods.
When everything went quiet, they all looked but could only see dust.
"Storm," Cyclops said.
Storm waved her hands and a gust of wind blew the dust away.
"My God," Angel muttered.
There was a deep crater; like some meteor had fallen from the sky and hit the earth. At first the X-Men feared they had both been vaporized. But then Adonai appeared, flying from out of the crater, carrying Michael in his arms. Both of them were naked; their clothes having been burned away when they transformed.
"It is over now," Adonai said.
"We need to get him back to the institute," Cyclops stated.
"I think not," Adonai objected.
"Hand him over Adonai, now!" Warren yelled.
"You all saw what he became; you all know what he can do. You lack the ability to train him or keep him in line. I on the other hand, can do both as you just saw. I am the only one who can teach him to truly master his power," Adonai explained.
This was the perfect time for him to make his move. Michael was finally ready to be trained. The loss of his family would give him the proper motivation to accept Adonai's training.
"That is not your call to make, hand him over now!" Cyclops shouted.
"It may not be my decision to make, but it isn't yours either. It is his, and he will make it once he has had time to recover. Until then, he is staying with me."
"Now just wait a-"
Before Angel could say anything Adonai disappeared, taking Michael with him.
"What now?" Skald asked Angel.
"Now we need to return to the school and tell Xavier what happened. We will try to find Michael using Cerebro," Angel said.
"What about...his family?" Tazmin asked.
"We leave them, the police can recover their bodies," Angel said sadly.

Michael awoke in a strange room.
It was not his room at the school nor was it his room at home.
He sat up and looked around. He was lying on a four-poster bed with red drapes. The room was bigger than the one he shared at the school with Jay. The walls were white and there was a blue carpet on the floor.
There was a large table over in the corner and a large plasma screen TV on the wall.
Michael was wearing a pair of white cotton pants and nothing else. He got up out of the bed and looked around the room; he saw a dresser with a large mirror. He noticed a window and walked over to it, when he looked out he saw nothing but a large desert.
Just then he heard the sound of a door opening and he turned to see Adonai walk in with a Hispanic woman, who was carrying a tray of food.
"Good, you're awake, Maria, leave it on the dresser." Adonai instructed the Hispanic woman.
"Si, señor," Maria said.
She went and put the tray on the table and left the room, closing the door behind her.
"How are you feeling, Michael?" he asked calmly.
"What...what happened?" Michael asked.
"Memory loss, eh? Not surprising. You have been through a lot of trauma," Adonai stated.
"But what...I don't...where is my family?" Michael asked.
"You know what happened, Michael. Just think."
Michael tried to remember what happened. He was with his family, they were on their way home and then...
"Oh, God," he whispered.
He fell to his knees and began to cry.
"Oh God, I hate it when they cry," Adonai said.
He walked over to Michael, helped him to his feet, led him over to the table and sat him down in the chair.
"My family...they're really...dead?" he asked.
"I am afraid so," Adonai said.
"But they can't be! This isn't fair!"
"You're preaching to the choir, kid. But don't worry, I am going to help you get the one thing you need to make you feel better," he said.
"What's that?" Michael asked.
"Revenge," Adonai said with a smile.
"How did I get here? Where is here?" Michael asked.
"You are in Arizona, in one of my private mansions, very close to the Mogollon Rim in fact," Adonai answered. "I brought you here after your little rampage up in Cambridge."
"What rampage?"
"After your family was killed in front of you, you, as they say, went bat shit crazy. Your rage reached new heights, and you transformed into a monstrous beast and tried to kill your friends right after you killed all the Purifiers. Loved how you bit that one in half by the way," Adonai smiled.
"That can't be, I would never hurt my friends," Michael argued.
"You would when your rage is controlling your mind. I had to step in and knock you out so you wouldn't do any more damage. Be thankful you were not close enough to your hometown," Adonai said.
"Why did you bring me here?" Michael asked.
"So we can talk. The time has come for you to know yourself, Michael. Where you came from and how you came to be."
"I know who I am and where I came from," Michael mumbled.
"No, you don't. It's time you knew the truth."
Adonai put his hand on Michael's shoulder, looking very serious.
"Michael, I am your father."

Fusedtwilight: Uh oh, what is going on here! Michael's family is dead and Adonai is his father! Better stay tuned for the next chapter! Please review.
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