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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 28
Fusedtwiligh: Thanks to my beta Lisa and you the readers.
This chapter the Champions get some help from another marvel hero. But will it be enough?

The Champions tried to slow down the Anaye.
But nothing they did worked.
Michael's attacks were the only ones that seemed to harm it.
And by harm, that means his attacks pissed it off.
Being a demon, it was susceptible to Michael's angel fire.
Hisako summoned all her power to make her armor as tall as the Anaye. While she wrestled with the beast the others continued to attack it. Jacob was in his Wendigo form on top of its head pounding at it with all his strength, Julian and Franziska were hitting it with their telekinesis, and Rickard tried using his sound powers to attack it, but nothing slowed it down.
The longer they fought the creature the worse the weather became.
The beast stomped the ground with its hoof and a chasm to form. Hisako's leg got stuck in it and she was unable to move.
The Anaye lowered its head and with a terrible cry charged at Hisako hitting her in the chest and sending her flying back. After she hit the ground her armor disappeared.
The Anaye was about to stomp on her but Devon grabbed her before its hoof could squish her.
"You okay?" he asked.
Once she was able to stand up on her own he let her go.
"Yes, I felt like I was being hit by a speeding train," she said.
She powered back up and returned to the fight.
"How the hell are we supposed to stop this thing!" Julian yelled.
The Anaye spread its wings and was about to take flight, growing tired of the Champions and wanting to spread its destruction.
"Don't let it fly away!" Michael yelled.
"Michael, go into your super form and kick his ass!" Wayne yelled.
"I can't! I need time to activate it!"
"Can't you just turn it on?"
"Do you want me to turn into a monster again?"
"..."
"I didn't think so."
Michael aimed his spear at the Anaye and fired a blast and the creature. The Anaye glared at Michael and struck at him with its tail. Michael summoned a sphere of angel fire that shielded him but he went flying back to the ground forming an impact crater.
Michael stood up, leaning on his spear. He was surrounded by a thick cloud of dust as a result of the impact. A hand reached out and helped him steady him on his feet.
"Thanks," he said.
"You are welcome, young man."
Michael frowned, he couldn't identify that voice.
A gust of wind blew the dust away and he saw a man he recognized from the X-Men's files.
"You're Doctor Strange!" Michael said.
Stephan Strange, or better known as Doctor Strange, had been a brilliant neurosurgeon but an accident had damaged his hands. For a long time he went to every doctor he knew to try and restore his hands to their former glory, but science has its limits. He became so desperate he tried mystical leads.
His search took him to the Himalayas where he meant the Ancient One, the former Sorcerer Supreme. When Strange proved he was a good man the Ancient One taught him the mystic arts and when he passed, Strange became the new Sorcerer Supreme; he's the most powerful and most wise mystic in the world, tasked with defending the earth from mystic threats.
Like an ancient demon of destruction.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Michael Bronson," he said.
"How do you know my name?"
"How do you think?" he asked with a smile.
"You read my mind?"
"No, YouTube."
Michael would have face-palmed if he could.
He looked up and saw his team was still trying to stop the Anaye from flying away.
"I have to help them."
Strange put his hand on his shoulder.
"Young man, allow me. This creature cannot be stopped with just brute force."
Strange flew off to join the others in fighting the Anaye.
The monster saw him coming and shot out a stream of fire at him.
"Shield of the Seraphim!" Strange yelled.
A blue shield surrounded him and protected him from the blast. When the fire died down he made a gesture with his hand.
"Shackles of Sheol!"
Magenta colored bands wrapped around its limbs and crossed at its chest.
"Crimson Bands of Cyttorak!"
Crimson colored energy bands encased the creature in a cocoon-like pillar.
"Dude, you see that?" Devin asked.
"Who is that guy?" Angie asked.
"That is Doctor Strange," James said.
"The magic dude?" Wayne asked.
"I prefer Sorcery Supreme if you don't mind," Strange said with a smile.
"Will that hold that thing?" Franziska asked.
"Not for long I am afraid. We must act quickly, the Anaye will grow stronger and stronger now that it is free," Strange said.
They all followed him back to Michael who was still recovering from the blow he took from the Anaye.
"Michael, are you okay?" Josh asked.
"Yeah, just a little shocked. Did you stop that thing?"
"No, just slowed it down," Strange said.
"What are you doing here?" James asked.
"For some time I have been aware of mystical disturbances in this area. I would have investigated sooner but Nightmare tried to get into our world, then I had to keep the Baron Mordo from summoning an army of Mindless Ones. So by the time I became alerted to the situation, it was already too late. But I must ask, how did this happen?"
They told him about the situation with Abreal and the fate of the townspeople.
"By the Hoary Host! If only I had come here sooner. I may be too late to stop this Abreal but I can still stop the Anaye," Strange said.
"How do we do that?" Michael asked.
Strange looked at James. "You are a descendant of the shaman who originally helped seal the Anaye, right?"
"Yeah, how did you know?" James asked.
"I can sense the mystical potential in your blood. It is dormant but potent." He waved his hand and a piece of leather parchment appeared in his palm. "This is the spell used by your ancestors to seal the beast. With this we can shut it away again."
"What do we need to do?" James asked.
"Look out!" Michael yelled. He summoned a barrier that surrounded the group and saved them just in the nick of time as a dark mist almost hit them.
Abreal flew above them, staring down at them coldly.
"Well for starters, you could all die," he said.
A ball of angel fire hit him and sent him flying off into the distance where they saw a dust cloud form where he landed.
They looked up and saw Adonai flying; he wore no shirt and only had on a black pair of shorts. "Well for starters, you could take your own advice."
"Where in the hell have you been?! I have been trying to get a hold of you for over an hour!" Michel hissed.
Adonai flew down to them. "I was having my monthly mani-pedi." He held up his hand and showed them his nails. "See, don't they look perfect?"
Michael ground his teeth together. How could he be related to such a pompous, arrogant, self-absorbed jackass!?
-I can hear you, you know?- Adonai said telepathically.
"Don't care!" Michaael snapped
Adonai turned to look at Strange. "Stephen, glad you could make it."
"I wish I had come sooner. But with your help we will have no time stopping the Anaye."
"Oh yeah, that thing. Sorry, but I have more pressing issues to deal with." He turned to look in the direction Abreal had landed. His eyes burned with a cold fire. Michael had always known Adonai could be a ruthless hard-ass. But now he was seeing a side of his ancestor that really made him afraid. "I need to have a little talk with my son."
He spread his wings and flew off toward Abreal. No one tried to stop him. No one dared.

Abreal stood up.
His bottom left wing was torn and burned, he had four cracked ribs, and his left arm was gone.
Adonai landed in front of him and watched as Abreal slowly began to heal.
"Looks like you gave up too much of your stolen life-energy, otherwise you would have healed more quickly," Adonai said.
"This is the first time we have seen one another in a thousand years and that is all you have to say to me?" Abreal asked. His tone was one of indifference.
"Oh, I have a whole list. Like, 'I am going to beat your ass, you dirty traitor!' or 'You will pay for killing our people.' and the top of my list: 'You are no son of mine.' but we have plenty of time for all that."
"Still haven't lost your charming wit I see."
Abreal finished healing and stood up straight. They stared into one another's eyes. Or rather Abreal looked into his father's eyes while Adonai just looked at any part of Abreal's face that was not his eyes. It was too painful to look into them; they reminded him of his wife.
Abreal smiled, but there was no humor in it. "Still can't look me in the eyes after all these years?"
"Don't get smart with me, boy. Now before I give you the beating you have coming, tell me why you did it?"
Abreal cracked his neck.
"Because, I was loyal to you, father."
"Speak plainly, boy!"
"Remember how during the war, your generals and advisers tried to persuade you to begin to take over the human kingdoms? You never did because mother could not bear the thought of us conquering the humans and bending them to our will. After you were put to rest and the Neyaphem were defeated they began to plan to rebuild the empire by breaking your law and conquering the humans. And they would have, had it not been for me. I made it clear what would happen to those who tried to break this law. No one was more loyal to you then I. They always feared me, and with you gone that fear ran rampant. On a mission to exterminate some leftover Neyaphem I was left to die. While my back was turned one of my own brothers struck me down and tossed me into a dark chasm. Had it not been for the life-force I had stored in me, I would have died, and after some time stumbling around in the dark I finally found my way back to the outside world."
"And you killed your own people in revenge?" Adonai asked.
"No, I saved them," Abreal said simply.
"How do you figure that?"
"In ending their lives I saved them from themselves. I saved them from a life filled with pain that would have twisted them. I wanted to free them from the burden of life," Abreal explained. "Being thrown into that abyss was the best thing to ever happen to me. It gave me time to think about life and how cruel and pointless it is. I realized to live is to suffer; only death can give us true freedom."
"Bullshit! You just wanted to get back at them for trying to kill you!" Adonai said.
"That too. I tried to find you father, dying in one's sleep is a rare luxury; it was supposed to be my gift to you. But they had hidden you too well and I was not able to find you. Where did they hide you?"
"The Himalayas."
"We had a base in that area?"
"It was a secret base."
"Well, it doesn't matter. I have found you now."
Adonai chuckled. "What are you going to do? That vapor shit doesn't work on me, remember?"
"Yes, but as the mortals like to say, there is more than one way to skin a cat."
He waved his hand and his sword appeared in a puff of smoke.
"I am sure if I sever your head from your body that will do it."

James had taken his shirt off and was drawing paint on his skin. When he finished he began to paint on Michael's skin as well.
It took the Apache and Cheyarafim joining forces to seal the Anaye and it would require that once again.
Michael used his power to make a fire. It was starting to rain too hard for a real fire to start but angel fire wasn't as easily extinguished as mortal flame.
The Anaye's prison was forming cracks; the sound of the beast trying to escape was like thunder.
"We don't have much time. The Anaye is breaking through my spells quicker than I anticipated," Strange said.
"Alright, now what do we do?" Michael asked.
"You dance while speaking the words I taught you," Strange said.
"...Dance?" Michael asked.
"That's what I said."
"Can I...sit this one out?"
James pushed Michael. "Get dancing, kid."
James began to dance around the fire, chanting the words Strange told them to chant.
Strange stood before the fire chanting and forming patterns with his hands that left a glowing trail in their wake.
Michael felt like an idiot, he was not a dancer. Slow dancing he didn't mind, but this made him feel so stupid. It didn't help that Julian, Wayne, and Devin were sniggering at him.
The Anaye's prison was continuing to crack and one of its arms broke through. They continued the ritual and Michael and James could feel something strange building from within them.
The Anaye finally broke out from its prison with a mighty roar. The rain began to fall heavily then, soon everyone was drenched. The white paint began to run down Michael and James' bodies.
The Anaye spotted them, and sensing danger, it charged at them. Michael and James continued to dance and Strange finished chanting. The angel fire Michael had made blazed to life; tendrils shot out and wrapped around the creature's limbs.
Strange had finished drawing a symbol in the air and waved his arms.
"Demon! I seal you to the earth once more!"
The symbol flew at the Anaye but before it could connect the creature blew a stream of fire at it. The symbol acted as a shield against the fire but soon cracks appeared and Strange used his magic to teleport everyone away, just as it was destroyed and a stream of fire blew where they had all been standing.
They reappeared in the distance.
"Damn, we almost had it!" Rickard said.
"Perhaps we can try it again," Angie said.
"No, we won't have enough time now that the beast is free," Strange said.
"So what do we do?" Josh asked.
"I have an idea, buy me some time guys!" Michael said.
Michael spread his wings and took to the air.
"And how the hell are we supposed to do that?" Victor asked as the Anaye headed towards them.
Michael flew into the sky, he watched as the others fought the Anaye.
He said a quick prayer to God, hoping this would work.
He floated in the lightning-filled sky.
He took a deep breath in, then out.
During his training with Adonai he learned of a technique called the fist of God.
According to Adonai, he used this technique to cause a volcano to erupt.
Michael began to focus his power into his right fist.
The angel fire inside Michael was like a vast ocean; the world was a small town and Michael was the dam that held the ocean back. That's how he liked to imagine it.
Now he began to focus all that power into his fist.
He could feel it building up. It began to grow heavy.
He continued to focus his power into his hand.
Even when it felt like it was as heavy as an anvil, even when his muscles screamed in protest, even when it felt like his fist was about to explode, he continued.
Just as Adonai taught him to.
This technique could only be used once. After that Michael would be greatly drained and vulnerable.
And against the Anaye, helpless as a lamb.
The air whipped the rain at their faces.
Lightning flashed in the sky illuminating their fight with the Anaye.
Dr. Strange was a big help, blasting the beast with spells that lit up the darkness like fireworks.
Strange could sense Michael above them; since Michael was a wielder of the Empyreal Flame and Strange one of the greatest magic practitioners, it was easy for him to track the angelic mutant.
He could sense Michael was gathering the flame, but he was not sure as to why.
But he trusted he would be able to help.
"Hey look!" Jacob yelled.
He pointed up at the sky, a streak of white light could be seen falling down.
"It's Michael!" Wayne shouted.
Michael flew at the Anaye, his fist charged with holy power, aimed right for the Anaye. It was a good thing the beast was so large; there was no way Michael could miss it.
"You can do it, Michael!" Devin yelled.
Michael flew right for the Anaye, the beast saw him and opened its mouth, swallowing Michael with one gulp.
"Or not," Angie said.
The Anaye licked its lips and let out a loud burp. It turned its gaze back to the others and was about to charge at them when all of a sudden light began to shine from its belly.
It let out a loud bellow and everyone covered their eyes as it exploded in a shower of light.
The sky began to clear up and sunlight began to shine again. With the Anaye now gone, nature began to return to its normal state.
Michael was limping towards them and they all rushed to meet him, save Strange who casually walked.
"Michael!"
"You did it!"
"That was sick!"
"Did you guys see that?"
"That was awesome!"
"Well done young man, attacking him from the inside where he was soft and vulnerable," Strange said having caught up with them.
"Actually, I meant to hit him in the chest; I was going so fast I didn't have time to change course when he swallowed me," Michael said.
Everyone began to laugh.

Abreal lay on the ground, staring into the blue sky.
"Impossible!" he muttered.
Adonai stood over him, having just beaten the living snot out of him. He was looking off in the distance, a prideful smirk on his face.
"Clever little shit, took him out from the inside. Why didn't I ever try that?"
"You care for him?"
Adonai looked down at Abreal with a frown. "Do I detect a hint of jealousy?"
"More like surprise. Last time I saw you, you had a heart of stone."
"Oh, believe me, I can be stone cold." Adonai formed a sword of angel fire and dragged it across his son's cheek.
"There is my father," Abreal said with a smile.
"You're about to die boy, I wouldn't be smiling if I were you."
"You won't kill me."
"You killed our people."
"In your name."
"In the name of vengeance!"
"Same thing!"
"No it isn't!"
"Fine, then do it, drive that blade through my heart and end it! Prove me wrong!"
Adonai raised his sword, preparing to drive it through Abreal's chest.
But he paused.
"See, I was right. Time and loss has weakened you, father. A thousand years ago you would not hesitate. When mother died you became ruthless, merciless. If anyone got in your way, be they mortal or your own people, you smote them down. Remember that village you razed to the ground because there was a Neyaphem hiding there? How many men, women, and children turned to ash just so you could kill one foe?"
Adonai did not speak, as he continued to hold the blade over Abreal, his face an unreadable mask.
"You became like a demon, you became perfect. Like a shooting star, you were unstoppable. But now I see weakness in you. You are weary of life, worn down by pain and loss. You need that boy, because he is your last hope, and you won't kill me because I am all you have left of the life you once had."
He disappeared in a puff of smoke. Adonai drove his sword into the ground where he had been but then Abreal reappeared several feet away.
"Then I will make you as you once were, father. I will kill Michael to make you strong again. Once your hope is gone, maybe then you will return to the monster you once were."
He vanished again and Adonai cursed. He spread his wings and flew off to join the others.
"What do you mean he got away?" Michael asked.
"I mean, he got away. How much more clearer do I have to be?" Adonai asked.
"Maybe we can track him using the Cerebro unit back at the Ark," Angie said.
"I can try. But It might take me a while, I began Cerebro training several days before Bastion attacked the Mansion," Franziska said.
"Leave him be for now. He is wounded and needs time to heal," Adonai said.
"Are you kidding me? That bastard wiped out a whole town! He almost killed my sister!" James growled.
"Abreal saw Michael destroy the Anaye. Nice work by the way. He was always a cautious one. Now that he knows I will be trying to find him, he will stay hidden. For now at least," Abreal said.
"What are we going to do about the townsfolk though? They lost their friends and families. And the reports of a winged man killing a whole town is sure to generate a lot of buzz," Angie said.
"They don't know for sure he was a mutant. Remember, there are plenty of beings out there who have powers but are not mutants. As for the townsfolk, I will make sure they are all taken care of. It will be good PR for Paradise Inc.," Adonai said.
"And the fact it was your own hell-spawn that did it gives you the responsibility of cleaning up his mess," James said.
Adonai gave James a very cold look. "Do not presume to talk to me about responsibility, little man."
Adonai vanished.
"Douchbag," James said.
Michael shook hands with Doctor Strange. "Thank you sir, we could not have done this without your help."
"It is my sworn duty to keep the earth safe from mystical threats. If there is any blame to be placed then it should be on me. I should have responded to this threat sooner. So many lives lost."
"At least we saved some lives and made sure the Anaye will never be a problem again," Michael said.
"That is a small comfort. Take care, Michael Bronson, I have a feeling we will meet again one day."
Strange vanished in a blue puff of smoke.
Michael turned to address his team.
"Good job today guys, let's go home."
"Hey, before you guys go, I want to ask you something," James said.
"You need a lift?" Michael asked.
"No. I want in on this thing you're doing."

James was looking around in amazement at the control center of the Ark.
"And all this is yours?" he asked.
"Yep, Adonai gave it to me for my birthday," Michael said.
"Damn. He may be a dick but he sure does know how to treat a person," James said.
"So why do you want to join us?" Michael asked.
"Because, I am a man of action. I need to be out there doing something you know? I have been doing stuff like this for so long now. I am an Apache warrior. Fighting is in me. With the X-Men gone, I have been trying to find my way in life. Plus I figure if I hang with all of you long enough, I will come across that fucker Abreal sooner or later," he said.
Michael handed him a badge.
"If you want, you're in. Just remember the first rule about the Ark. There is no Ark. If any of the X-Men found out about this place they would want to shut us down."
"Don't worry, if anyone can keep a secret, it's me," James said with a smile.
"Michael, I believe there is something occurring on the TV you might want to see," Eve said.
All the computer screens turned on. It was on the news network.
The headline was.
X-Men Reformed?
"In a shocking turn of events, Scott Summers also known as the X-Man and teacher of the now closed Xavier Institute, has now reopened the school. Only now the school will be in San Francisco."
The image shifted to Scott who stood in front of a podium with Emma was right next to him.
"I am proud to say that we will be reopening the Xavier Institute, only it will not in Westchester County, NY. It will now be located in San Francisco."
"Mr. Summers, why the change of location?" one of the reporters asked.
"We felt it would not be right to return to the mansion after what happened. This is a new beginning for all mutants and the X-Men," Scott said.
"Mr. Summers, why now? Why only after two months?" another reporter asked.
"We were all in shock after what happened. We had lost so many of our friends and family that we needed a break. But now that we have had time to grieve and come to terms with what happened, I think we should carry on Charles Xavier's dream."
"Well, this is good," James said.
"I better get home, I need to talk to Warren about this," Michael said.
"Michael, now that the X-Men are back, is it necessary for all this?" James asked.
Michael was silent.
The whole point of the Champions was to fill the void left by the X-Men.
But with the X-Men back, what was the point?

Michael walked into the Penthouse.
"Warren!" he called.
"In here."
Michael walked into the living room and found Warren and Elizabeth watching the news.
"Did you guys know about this?" he asked.
"No, we just got a call from Scott an hour ago asking us to come to San Francisco to teach again," Warren said.
"We're not going to go, are we?" Michael asked.
"I know why you don't want to go," Warren said.
"You...you do?" Michael asked.
"Of course. You don't want to move to San Francisco because of Anna, right?" Warren asked.
Michael did a mental sigh of relief. Betsy gave him an odd look and he cursed himself. When being around a telepath you have to be careful of any mental thoughts, feelings, and emotions you feel.
Telepaths can learn to shield their minds from others so they don't accidentally hear what they are thinking, but sometimes they can't help but overhear things when some people are thinking loudly.
"Of course, but what about you two?" Michael asked.
"Well, we have decided to continue to put a hold on the heroics for a while."
Warren had a very happy grin on his face. Betsy was blushing a little as well.
"What's going on?" Michael asked, sensing something happening between the two.
He felt that odd sensation in his eyes that told him his soul sight had activated. He looked into the two souls.
Souls were very beautiful. They were like diamonds in the light, emitting a varying degree of colors.
Right now they were both glowing with pinks and warm red colors.
Love, affection, happiness. These were what Michael thought of when he looked at them.
"Well, we have been going out for a while and decided to make things official," Betsy said.
She held up her hand, showing an engagement ring on her finger.
"Oh my gosh! Congratulations, you guys!" Michael gushed.
He walked over to them and hugged them. He knew this was going to happen thanks to his trip into the future. But he was still happy for it to happen.
"He asked me over a candlelit dinner," Betsy said.
"Warren, you romantic, you," Michael said smiling.
"After Bastion, we realized just how precious life is and how much we mean to one another. We have already been through so much so we decided to finally tie the knot."
"When are you going to get married?"
"In about a week," Betsy said.
"So soon?"
"Why not? It's going to be a private wedding, only close friends and family invited. Last thing I need is a bunch of rich snobs whom I don't care for ruining my big day," Betsy said.
Betsy was from a wealthy English family. Her brother was Brian Broddock, also known as Captain Britain. Once she had looked like a beautiful English woman, but after she had been genetically redesigned by the Hand, she now looked like a beautiful Asian woman. People still assume Betsy and her brother are adopted siblings due to how she looks now.
"I am happy for you both. This is really great," Michael said.
Just then his phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw it was Anna.
"Hello?"
"Michael, have you seen the news?" she asked.
"Yeah, can you believe it, the X-Men are reforming!" Michael said.
"But...they will be in San Francisco," she said sounding unsure.
"Don't worry. Warren and Betsy are planning on staying here. They've got big plans." Michael gave Warren a look, asking him silently if he could tell her.
Warren nodded and Michael told her the good news.
"That is great, what about your teammates? Will they go to San Francisco?" she asked.
Thanks to the Ark's teleportation technology it didn't matter where in the world everyone was. But it would be more useful if they were all in the same location.
"Maybe, I am sure Rickard and Victor will. I wouldn't be surprised if the others did as well," Michael said.
"Well this has been a good day for you, huh?"
"Yeah, The X-Men are back and Warren and Betsy are getting married, that is great," Michael said.
"Oh, did you hear about that town that was attacked?"
"What town?"
"Some place called Devil's Keyhole. Almost all the townspeople were killed."
"Really?" Michael asked trying to sound shocked.
"Yeah, they say he was like you. He had wings and could turn people into living zombies. A group of heroes saved them. It's been on the news, the authorities are freaking out that one psycho did something like this."
"It freaks me out as well," Michael said.
"I hope they catch whoever did it, hundreds of people died."
"Yeah, I hope they do too," Michael said.

Later that night, after Warren and Betsy had left to go have a private dinner, Michael was Skyping with the other Champions.
They were discussing the X-Men's return, Warren and Betsy's engagement, and whether or not they should tell the X-Men about Abreal.
"We have to, he killed hundreds of people, he is too big of a threat for us to deal with," Angie was saying.
"But if we tell them they will find out about the Ark," Devin said.
"We can't keep what we know about Abreal a secret just to keep the Ark safe," Victor said.
"I agree, Abreal kills men, women, and children. He is truly the devil," Franziska said.
"Who says we have to tell them? Why don't we just send them an anonymous tip? We tell them what we know in a letter or an email, and they can go to Adonai to verify it," Wayne said.
"Adonai wouldn't rat us out, would he?" Jacob asked.
"No, he gave the Ark to me, he wouldn't do that and then tell the X-Men, knowing they would take it," Michael said.
"Okay, so we give them an anonymous tip and they will be none the wiser," Julian said.
"So who is all going to San Francisco?" Rickard asked.
"I won't, I can't be that far from Anna," Michael said.
"Aww, how cute," Megan said.
"I will, I have already made arrangements," Franziska said.
"So will I," Rickard said.
"See you there," Victor said winking at Rickard.
"I will be arriving with Dani and Nori in a few days," Josh said.
"I sure as hell am going. I need to get the hell out of my parent's house before I flip," Julian said.
I can't wait! It's going to be so much different there. San Francisco is one of the best cities for mutants to live," Angie said.
"It's always had a history of being open-minded," Victor said.
"But what about Warren and Betsy's wedding? Where will that take place?" Hisako asked.
"They are planning on doing it in San Francisco," Michael said. "Since it is going to be a private gathering and all, plus all their close friends and family are there now."
"Well, I need to go, I have to prepare for my trip," Rickard said.
"See you all soon," Angie said.
They finished their meeting and Michael shut down his computer.
He decided to go to bed, he knew Warren and Betsy would be out late and he was still feeling very tired from the day's fight.
So sleep came quickly and easily as he lay down and shut his eyes.

Michael let out a small whimper.
His back was hurting worse than ever he had bruised lumps on his back.
His father sat next to him holding his hand, Nathan did not let his worry show in his face. He had to be strong, strong for Michael and the family.
They were all concerned about what was happening to Michael. Many nights he had held onto Mary as she cried; she was afraid for their youngest, as was he.
But he would remain strong, an anchor for them all.
Michael took comfort in seeing his father being brave. It made him want to be brave as well. It made him feel a little less afraid. If his father wasn't worried, why should he be?
Mary came in with a bowl of chicken noodle soup.
Nathan helped Michael sit up and a sad frown pulled on Mary's face as Michael whimpered in pain a little. They had put several pillows on his bed for him to rest his back on.
They heard the front door open and close. Mya and Paxton were home now. By the time Michael had finished his soup his siblings had come upstairs to check on their little brother.
"How you feeling, bro?" Paxton asked.
"I am okay," Michael lied.
"Does your back still hurt?" Mya asked.
"Not that much," he lied again.
"Why can't any of the doctors figure out what is wrong with him?" Paxton asked.
"All they can tell us is that there is some kind of growth. They say it is not cancer or a tumor, so-"
Before Nathan could finish Michael let out a cry of pain.
His back felt like it was on fire, like it was being ripped apart. There was this odd sensation, like something moving.
"Michael! Michael!" Mary said frantically.
"It hurts! Make it stop, please!" he yelled.
"Roll on your belly, son!" Nathan said.
Michael did as he was told and they pulled off his shirt.
"Oh my God, Nathan, why is his back moving like that?" Mary asked.
The mounds on his back were moving, pushing against his skin.
"Mom, dad, what is going on?" Mya asked, her hands to her mouth in horror.
"I'll go call 911!" Paxton said.
There was a sound of flesh being ripped open and blood flew in small flecks through the air. The pain in his back subsided and Michael opened his tear-filled eyes to look at his family, all of whom had looks of horror on their faces.
"What is it?" he asked.
He looked over his shoulder and saw to his amazement that a very small pair of white wings were now poking out of his back.
"Oh God...he's...he's-"
"A mutant!" Nathan snarled, cutting of Mary.
"Mother...father?" Michael asked.
Michael went to get up, but Nathan pointed his finger at Michael, his eyes blazed with a fury that had never been directed at Michael before; he felt terrified to see his father look at him like that.
"You stay right there! Everyone, out!"
Nathan pushed everyone out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Michael was so tired, so filled with shock that after laying his head on his pillow, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

Michael woke up with a start.
The clock read it was three in the morning now.
He ran a hand through his hair. It had been two weeks since he had a dream about his family.
Sometimes they were memories like the one he just had, other times they were nightmares of his family with holes in their heads, asking him why he let them die.
He stood up, walked into his bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face. After he turned the faucet off and wiped his face with a towel he turned around to look at his wings in the mirror.
They had been so small when they first came out, impossible to be used to fly. But every day they grew bigger and bigger. Within a month they had fully developed.
Michael never got to use them to fly until the X-Men had come to take him to the school. When the Brotherhood attacked, it was the first time he had used them to fly.
He had thought the wings were his only power; it was not until two years later he found out about his angel fire.
He remembered that day so clearly.

He could distantly hear his family downstairs having dinner.
He held the bowl of vegetable soup in his hands.
It was cold.
Michael was not allowed to eat with the family tonight.
It had been very cold in the attic today, even with the windows closed and wrapped in a blanket he still felt chilled.
Normally he would be downstairs trying to keep warm but Paxton had some friends over and so Michael had to stay in the attic.
His dad had yelled at him about risking Paxton's friends seeing his wings. Michael tried to argue he could wear a sweat shirt but his father refused to listen.
So now here he was, along with a cold bowl of soup.
He held the bowl in his hands, wishing it was just a little warmer and feeling angry. All he wanted was to stay warm. And a part of him preferred to be around Paxton and his friends, even if they ignored him.
He was so terribly lonely. His siblings no longer played with him, the stayed as far from him as they could. When he was allowed out it was always with his mother or his father and he was allowed to speak to no one.
It was not fair.
Then a white light began to glow from his hands. He almost dropped the bowl when it began to bubble and steam.
He sat it on his table and looked at his hands; the glow was already fading and was soon gone.
Michael looked under the bowl and to his shock found black marks in the shape of hands.
Was Michael surprised? Of course! Since when could he make soup hot?!
But it didn't stop him from finishing his meal.

Michael smiled at the memory.
The look on his mother's face when she found the bowl had been priceless. He had been afraid she would tell his father, but they never spoke of it.
Every night when he was sure his family was asleep, Michael would practice with his angel fire, learning how to summon it, how to make it shine so bright it lit his room up with a bright white light.
When he used it against the Blob it had been the first time he had ever used it in an offensive way and he had been surprised with how powerful it could be.
Before he had only seen it as a simple night light. He only realized its true destructive potential when he used it against the Blob.
He lay back down on his bed; he knew it would be a while before he could get back to sleep.
As he lay in bed his thoughts of course turned to his family. Even after all this time their loss was still like an open wound to him.
Yes, they had had their differences, and yes, there were times when they were less then family-like.
But in the end, they managed to go beyond all that. They finally overcame the fear that had followed their lives for so long and once again were able to be what they had been before.
Michael was thankful that they did not die hating him.
He would always remember them for the good times:
Mya dressing him up in girl's clothes when he was three, showing him off to their shocked parents and a laughing Paxton.
Paxton teaching him how to play sports and giving him advice on girls.
His mother teaching him how to garden and grow fruit.
His father reading him a story before bed.
Those were things he would remember them for.

That night at the Museum of Natural History in New York City, one of the guards was making his rounds.
BAMF!
The guard looked around, having heard a strange sound.
"Hello?"
BAMF!
The guard heard the sound again, only this time it was louder.
BAMF!
The sound came from right behind him, there was a foul smell like brimstone, and he spun around.
BAMF!
There was a red cloud that quickly dissipated. The guard was about to call for assistance when there was an explosion of red from right behind him and a sword pierced his chest.
The guard fell forward, dead, the man behind him looked like Nightcrawler, except his skin was crimson red and he had five fingers.
Walking over to one of the display cases he smiled when he saw a stone circular artifact.
He raised his hand and said a spell; the alarms surrounding the artifact were short-circuited.
He then broke the glass covering it and smiled sinisterly as he held it in his hands.
"Just one more piece, then the dawn of the Neyaphem will come to pass!"
Fusedtwilight: Next chapter, Michael faces a world straight from his nightmares!
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