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Bellwether
By : Nemain
Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General
Views: 4549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story. -
Chapter List
- 1-Bellwether
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-33
- 34-35
- 35-36
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
- 42-42
- 43-44
- 44-45
- 45-46
- 46-47
- 47-48
- 48-49
- 49-50
- 50-51
- 51-52
- 52-53
- 53-54
- 54-Epilogue
- 55-Epilogue
Bellwether Chapter Eight
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… After the adrenaline
of yesterday, today is a crash *yawn * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena
and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: remind me to
tell you about the short. Morgan: *yawnstalk * Readers/Reviewers: Thank you very much for
reading and reviewing as you can! *happy pagan dance *Marrow splayed her
fingers on the rough wall of the storage unit, frowning at the damp coolness of
it. I
left the sewer to escape such things, she thought with a hint of annoyance.
Well, no help for it now… The soft hiss of the door opening just enough
to admit her rendez vous
forced her to turn, drawing herself up to her full height. Automatically, from
years of habit, she twirled her bone knives smoothly in her hands, low by her
hips. “You’re late.”“No rest for the
wicked,” Essex smiled, sketching her a half-bow. “Things needed to be moved into place before
I could dance attendance on your lovely self.”“Shut up.” She purposefully tucked both knives into the
waistband of her battered jeans and prowled towards Essex,
her eyes unblinking but narrowed as she stopped just out of his arm’s reach. “You
said they would not die.” She inhaled
deeply, smelling his peculiar tang of leather and orange water and tobacco, an
old scent that reminded her forcibly of things she did not wish to think on any
longer. “You said that it would be a
removal…”“And they are
removed,” he shrugged. “I don’t see why
you’re so upset. They contributed
nothing, scurrying around the sewers like so many rats. They did not offer a meaningful contribution
to the gene pool.” He dusted an
imaginary speck of something from his cuff and fixed Marrow with a curious
gaze. “I was led to believe that you did
not wish the Morlocks to be part of the mutant race…”A muscle ticked in
Marrow’s jaw and she exhaled slowly, softly.
“I said that I did not wish to be a part of there sorry excuse for a
group… I never said genocide!” Smoothly
and quickly, she pulled one of the knives from her waistband and flipped it end
over end in her hand, her gaze much more intent now, angry and nearly
murderous. “You killed them all.”“No, just some.” Essex raised
an eloquent brow and tilted his head consideringly to
one side, assessing Marrow with the same expression most people would use to
examine a strange mass found on the rug.
“If it is an implication you are worried about, you need not fear. It appears as an accident…an unfortunate
accident.” He smiled tightly, a deep
pride in his accomplishment lighting his eyes.
Only a handful of Morlocks had been eradicated, which was somewhat
disappointing, but he considered it a decent trial run of the process. “The authorities are busy looking for a gang
of street kids who get their kicks from roughing up homeless people…” he
shrugged again, his expression shifting to one of faint amusement. “You should be glad you were spared, that you
have something useful to offer.”Marrow bit her
tongue so hard that she tasted blood.
Children, she thought blindly, children were killed. Innocent people… This was not what she wanted. This was not her fault. Guilt did not even enter into her
considerations at that point. Anger,
however, bore a prominent place. “You
will die, Essex. It will be painful and it will be slow and it
will, hopefully, be messy.” She jammed
the knife back into her waistband, ignoring the kiss of pain as the blade
caught her skin. As the blood welled to
the surface, she strode past Essex towards the
door of the isolated warehouse. “I will
not do your dirty work. You will not use
me for your mass murdering insanity!”
She ducked under the metal door, feeling Essex’s
eyes on her every movement. Callisto lived, she knew, as did Spyke, blast him. The only ones who had died were those in the
farthest tunnel, the isolated one most of the parents kept their children in,
the family quarters as many of the Morlocks referred to it. It was cleaner than the main Tunnel, less
damp, less traffic. Perfect for
families, Thornn had said once. If a family, Marrow
mused in sullen annoyance, could live in a sewer. She walked with long strides through the rows
of warehouses, knowing that Essex was not
following her but still feeling as if she were being watched. Ghosts,
she chided herself. You’re creating ghosts out of nothing. Slowing her pace as she reached the metal
gate ringing the property, her thoughts turned towards Professor Xavier. She had asked him for help and they had
formed an uneasy alliance—she more uneasy than he. She could go to him, tell him, but he would
know before she spoke, she thought snidely.
She would be painted with the same brush as Essex,
no doubt. Swinging through the gap in
the fence, she made a beeline for the opposite side of the street, eager to put
as much distance between Essex and herself as possible. With a sickening lurch, realization hit
her. She had just showed Essex that she wanted no part of his plan, that she knew
what he was about to do to the Morlocks.
She was just as dead as they were.
Her pace quickening to a near-run, she turned towards the heart of town,
her legs pumping with barely the barely restrained need to run. She hated being confused—it made her feel
stupid and feeling stupid made her angry.
Without realizing it at first, she headed for one of the main entrances
to the Morlock tunnels. Only when she was reaching for the manhole
cover did she notice what she was doing.
In for a penny, she sighed
mentally. She could only say so much without tipping her hand to what she had
done. She could only hope they believed
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