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X-Men Tales: is loosely based on the X-Men- Evolution t.v. cartoon series, as well as the comicbook produced by Marvel Comics. _____________________________________________________________________________
The X-Men are mutants, unfortunate people born with an X-gene that gives them extraordinary powers and abilities which makes them outcasts to those considered "normal" in the world. _____________________________________________________________________________
Cast:
(Teachers) Professor-X, Angel, Banshee, Beast, Bishop, Forge, Polaris, Storm, and Wolverine
(Students) Cannonball-17, Cyclops-17, Colossus-18, Gambit-17, Iceman-16, Multiple boy-15, Nightcrawler-16, Northstar-17, Spike-16, Sunspot-16, Thunderbird-18 / Amanda-16, Jubilee-14, Karma-16, Magma-15, Premonition (Jean Grey)-17, Rogue-16, Shadowcat-15, Spirit-17, Syran-16, Wolvesbane-15 _____________________________________________________________________________
X-Men Tales: -pt9
Title: DECEPTIVE MINDS
West Chester NY, Home for The School Of Gifted Youngsters The Xavier Institute Of Higher Learning
Professor Charles Xavier's gathers together his original team of X-men in his study. They are; Angel, Banshee, Beast, Forge, Polaris, Storm, and Wolverine. They reside on the Xavier Estate as "teachers" for the new younger mutants learning to cope with powers they never wanted, and barely understand.
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"Very interesting story, Charlie..., but who's to say it's real?" asked Logan (better known as the man/animal --WOLVERINE).
"Because I read the thoughts in Shabastian's mind, Logan.., where he is most defenseless against me and my formidable telepathy." answered Xavier.
"Yes, but Shabastian Shaw works with The White Queen for the Hell's Fire Club! And her telepathic powers are nearly as formidable as yours, Professor! How can you be certain that SHE didn't telepathically implant those images in his mind to throw you off? Can we trust what you read in his head?" asked Ororo Monroe (-aka- the weather witch --STORM).
"I agree Professor...," added Warren Worthington the 3rd, (the high flying ANGEL). "...when they tried to recruit me into their Academy years ago as a kid, Emma Frost (the White Queen) used her mind control powers on ME! If it weren't for you, Storm, and Polaris..., I'd be one of THEM right now instead of an X-Man!"
"I can only go by what I accessed from Shabastian's brain. His emotions, his anger, --his sense of betrayal and frustration seemed genuine. I believe what I saw was real! I do not believe it is a trick." defended the Professor.
"I for one can attest to the thoughts Xavier describe..., I've been telling you all along that MountJoy is a danger to this timeline! He is one of the most powerfulest mutants in existence!" said BISHOP (the time traveler from the future! [chap-3 & 4] ). "Why do you think I followed him here from the future in the first place?"
"You mean it wasn't to cop some of Storm's booty?" mumbled FORGE (the inventor), under his breath (referring to events in chap-5).
"What was that?" asked Bishop.
"Woo...., Calm down, boy-o..., we're not totally sure you're not apart of all of this!" re-worded Forge.
"I vouch for Bishop's character!" says Storm, having a personal connection with the visitor.
"As do I." said Xavier. "I have probed Bishop's mind on several occasions, and his story has remained constant and unblemished."
"And I'm sure Storm's done a little probing of her own." mumbled Forge, enviously.
"Aye, so what be the plan Professor?" asked Sean Cassidy (the human BANSHEE).
"It would appear we are in a dilemma..., by helping Shaw fight MountJoy and free the Hell's Fire Club from his clutches, --we help find and free Roberto (Sunspot)."
"So you're suggesting we team up with Shaw?" asked Forge.
"What other choice have we? We need someone who knows the layout of the Club inside and out! Who else is there?" asked Bishop.
"uh, here's 2 parts to that question. One; we get the Professor to pluck Sebastian's brain some more to find out all the ins and outs of the Club so we don't have to risk him turning on us at the last minute! And second; since when did YOU become an X-Man? You're still a stranger here! We don't know you...!"
"I have trained with Bishop in the Danger Room, he is very resourceful!" confirmed Storm.
"So is the common cold, but I wouldn't want IT on my team either!" grumbled Forge.
"I KNOW MountJoy better than any of you here! I have fought him on many occasions! It only makes sense that I go!" snapped Bishop.
"We're the professionals here, KID! We don't take outsiders on missions! Especially important ones!" countered Forge.
"For a brilliant inventor, you're such an idiot!" sniped Bishop, crossing his arms. "No wonder you're the first X-Man killed in my future!"
"Killed...? Wha...? When does... Who...? How...?"
"Put a pipe in it, Forge! When do we do this, Charlie?" asked Wolverine, ready to move on.
"Immediately!" said Bishop, agitated. "If MountJoy stays in contact with the boy for too much longer, they will become inseparable!"
"Inseparable? What do you mean, Bishop?" asked Storm, noting the urgency in his voice.
"Meaning they will become one..., MountJoy will absorb him until the boy no longer exists!"
"And you're just telling us this NOW?" asked Angel, ruffling his feathers.
"Then it is set." said Xavier. "Bishop is the most qualified to deal with this Mountjoy! The Hell's Fire Club is throwing a major gala fund raiser tonight, I suggest you all don your best attire, and attend." suggested the Professor. "I want 4 teams; Platinum, Gold, Silver and Bronze. Platinum will infiltrate the fund raiser as guests, while the Silver team will work behind the scenes as caterers. The Gold team will consist of the second round, finding a back door through security inside the Club, while the Bronze team will be on stand-by incase of added trouble. The Hell's Fire Club is a powerful organization with powerful friends, there's no telling who they may have in attendance. We will need some of our oldest students to help pull off this coo."
"Professor..., I'm not sure I approve of taking the students on this mission..." intervened Angel. "There still seems to be residual fallout from the last mission we allowed them to attend in the Artic." (back in chap-1).
"I understand your reservations, Warren..., but Storm and Wolverine feel some of the elder students are ready to start assuming more responsibility as X-Men. We can't shield them forever from the harsh realities that are inevitably going to plague their world. If they are going to survive as X-Men, they're going to have to start training on real missions, with real consequences!"
"I concur with the Professor, Warren. Some of the elder student show great promise as future leaders. Colossus and Thunderbird are older than WE were when WE first started working secret missions as X-Men. And we may need all the help we can get if we want to get Sunspot back in one piece in a timely manner. Something tells me this Mountjoy will not give him up without a fight."
"You can COUNT on that!" added Bishop.
"I'll leave the individual team members up to the team leaders. And I want you all to freshen up on the Club member's powers and abilities before you leave. I don't want any surprises when you get there!" ordered Xavier before the X-Men began to disperse.
As the X-Men left Xavier's study, Forge could be heard asking..."killed? When am I killed...?"
SCENE-2
The HANGER; --where the X-Men keep their Blackbird (Jet), and their Hawk (chopper)...
"Are you sure taking Shaw is really necessary, Logan?" asked 17 year old pupil -Scott Summers (Cyclops), going over the bio of Shabastian Shaw in the Blackbird's computer console. "According to records, he and the Club have been thorns in the X-Men's sides for years!"
"Tha Professor sho' as hell thinks so..., but I have my reservations too!" answered Logan (Wolverine), as he prepped the jet for take off.
"After all the stories you guys told us about him and the Hell's Fire Club..., do you really think you can trust him?"
"That's what Jean Grey is going to tell us as she monitors his thoughts, incase this's some kinda set-up." informed Logan. Wolverine sensed a change in Scott's body chemistry at the mere mention of Jean's name (Wolverine has keen animal senses that can pick up the smell of fear or similar emotions). He knew things were still shaky between the teen couple (things started going down-hill for them when Jean sensed some stray thoughts in Scott's mind back in chap-3). "Look Scott, I know you still have unresolved feelings for Jean..., you kids were pretty big item for quite sometime..."
"WERE, is right." said Scott, not looking Wolvie in the eye.
"She could still be yurs kid..., it's not too late." said Wolverine in a soft husk, leaning over from the Jet's control console as he placed his big bear hand on the lad's shoulder sympathetically.
"I'm..., not sure I want to, Logan." said Scott, in an unsure tone. "I..., I care for Jean..., but I...., I..., I LOVE someone else."
Logan looked shocked as he looked into Scott's ruby quartz glasses (the only substance known to hold back Scott's powerful eye vision). Scott reached up and touched Logan gently on the hand, feeling the hard steel bone under his rough knuckles.
"Sc..., Scott...I, uh...I'm not, uh..." stumbled Logan, unable to find the words he needed to respond to Scott's revelation. He knew it was a big mistake having fucked the kid, but before he could say anything, they were joined by other members of the senior Platinum team (as well as Premonition (Jean) and Sebastian Shaw in chains) as they prepared to leave for Manhattan.
"Is everything primed and ready for short flight, kiddo?" asked Angel, oblivious to what Scott and Wolverine were just talking about.
"uh..., yes mr Warren! The Blackbird's all set for take off, sir." answered Scott. Jean lowered her head bashfully as she walked by Scott, too ashamed to face him after their recent breakup (in chap-1 & 2).
"Scott..." said Wolverine, wanting to talk to the boy, but not in front of everyone. "...we'll..., --talk later."
"Yes, sir." smiled Scott, exiting the Blackbird as he went to go join his own team in the Hawk. Normally facing a menacing group like The Hell's Fire Club was something that only the adult X-Men were supposed to do, the junior teams were reserved for Danger-room trainings and field work only. But the X-Men decided to let the elder students join them, but not without making provisions to try to insure their safety.
The Platinum team (the team which would infiltrate the Hell Club's party as invited guests) consisted of; Storm, Forge, Bishop, and Polaris. The Silver team (the ones that would slip in as caterers) were; Cyclops, Iceman, Cannonball, Rogue, and Northstar. The Gold team (the ones who would enter the Club through a backdoor in the system) were; Beast, Wolverine, Gambit, Thunderbird, Colossus, Premonition (Jean), and Shaw (prisoner). And the final Bronze team; Angel and Banshee would be put on stand-by.
The remaining students all watched from a safe distance as the secret exit for the Hawk opened, causing the tennis court to split open as the black chopper rose up out of the ground, and sped off into the unset. Seconds later, the Blackbird left its hidden port through a waterfall less than a mile from the Mansion in the heavily wooded section of the Estate.
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The HellFire Club, Manhattan, Ny
The Club's Mansion is one of the most prestigious in the city. Some of the most important, most influential people on the planet has been known to have walked its halls. Diplomats, dignitaries, presidents, politicians, law makers, law breakers, actors, activists, the rich, the famous, the infamous, and the powerful elite had all been associated in some capacity. Each contributing something of great wealth, great strength, or a promise of servitude to those who sit on the board's Inner Circle.
Tonight is a gala, a celebration of power and wealth. The elite come out to pay homage to themselves. An indulgence that is covered in the tax books as a charitable contribution, but no outside charities will benefit here tonight, for tonight is all about them, --the rich and powerful.
The A list is large. Names are given at the door, and checked and re-checked by security and electronic I.D. Unregistered guests are immediately declined and promptly discarded from this private affair. Penetrating such a fortress is practically impossible. Impossible for nearly everyone..., but the Uncanny X-Men!
"How much longer, Forge? We're practically at the front door!" asked Storm, fidgeting in the back seat of their rented limousine, dressed in a long shimmering evening gown for the gala; her long white hair pent and tucked under a long flowing black wig and designer sunglasses to help hide her true identity. "The task will be over before it's even begun if we do not gain access." she added, irritated.
"Almost there, Ororo! Keep your panties on!" said Forge, dressed in a black tuxedo as he typed away frantically on his portable computer. "That is..., unless you'd like to take them off right here, right now...?"
"Forge...! The security codes!" --insisted Bishop, unimpressed by Forge's jokes. He too was dressed in a similar monkey suit.
"You can't rush something like this! It takes time to break into someone's security system without them knowing! It's delicate stuff we're talking about, not smash and grab!" --explained Forge.
"A few more minutes and we won't have to worry about them knowing we were in their security systems, they'll know we weren't invited the minute we exit the limo if you don't hurry up!" --complained Bishop,
"I'm working on it! Hold your horses!" said Forge, adding the finishing touches. "THERE! We're in!"
"About time!" --sighed Bishop. Storm touched her ear drum with her fingernail, activating the ear-com connecting all of the X-Men on com-link.
"This is Platinum Team to the Gold, Sliver, and Bronze..., we're in! I repeat, all systems are go!" she said, before the limo pulled up in front of The CLUB. The passenger side door was opened by security, and out stepped Storm, Bishop, Forge, and Polaris, --all dressed in full tuxedos, ball gowns, and wigs to hide the ladies distinctive white and green hair.
As forge extended his arm to escort Storm up the red carpet, she passed him by to latch onto Bishop, leaving Forge standing befouled. Polaris quickly grabbed Forge's arm to save him embarrassment as they followed the lead couple up to the line to enter the Manhattan Mansion.
"Stop fidgeting!" warned Forge, tightening his grip on Polaris's hand they pretended to be dates. He reassured her that his inventor skills were unparallel, and that they were sure to pass through security without a hitch. Sure enough when security checked their electronic guests lists, the 4 additional names did indeed show up, allowing them safe passage into the halls of The Hell's Fire Club!
Inside, the X-Men (incognito) were given champaign and hour'dourves while they mixed and mingled with guests; their main focus on keeping a watchful eye on the Inner Circle.
Back in the Club-house, the Silver team (Cyclops, Iceman, Northstar, Cannonball, and Rogue) donned on waiter costumes, and tried to blend in as servers with catering. Topside on one of the nearby building tops, Angel and Banshee nestled out of sight as additional back-up if needed, while underground the Gold team; (Wolverine, Beast, Thunderbird, Colossus, Gambit, and Premonition along with Sebastian Shaw) braved the sewer systems to find a back entrance.
"I have extensive degrees from Harvard University in biological gene warfare and human development, so I stand to beg the question; why am I trotting through the stank foul smelly sewers of New York again?"
"For the same reason I am..." answered Wolverine with a harsh sigh. "...cuz you'd stand out in that high sadity crowd upstairs like a hooker at a nun's convention! Now shut up, stop babbling, and help us find a back entrance into this junk-joint!"
"Babble? I do not babble! I may talk extensively, I may use a few extra sentences to describe my discontentment or perhaps get a trifle long winded when it comes to speaking of my love for opera or some of the finer pleasures of what I perceive to be..., but I..., I..., oh good lord, -I DO babble!"
"Shut up!" snarled Wolverine, coming to a fork in the tunnels. "Which way, Shaw?"
"Follow me." said Sebastian, walking ahead of them.
"Don't get too far ahead..." growled Wolverine, "...I'm watching you!"
"Jean..." called Gambit, walking a few paces behind the elder X-Men. "...can you read Shaw's thoughts, mon chere? Is he planning a surprise up ahead?"
"I'm not as powerful as the Professor..., but I believe Sebastian Shaw is leading us in the right direction. He doesn't seem to be planning anything unpleasant..., although I believe him far from being trust worthy."
"I can FEEL you probing my mind, Premonition..." said Shaw, walking ahead. "...you will have to limit your mental abilities when we're inside the Mansion, or else The White Queen will sense your presence immediately."
"You just want the girl to drop her mental probe so you can double cross us! Admit it Shaw!" insisted Wolverine.
"I pick my battles, X-Man..., and right now, your team is worth more to me alive than dead!" said Shaw, stopping in front of a brick wall. "This is it." he said, touching the wall before him. "Behind this wall is a basement storage facility..., it shouldn't be guarded, as it has but one entrance and holds nothing of value."
"So all is needed is to get in, eh?" asked Wolverine, turning towards Colossus. "Big guy, you're up!" he said, stepping aside.
Colossus (born of Russian descent) walked forth. With a strong yell, he flexed his muscles triggering his mutant ability as his flesh and blood skin turned to solid steel. With a simple shove, the wall quickly collapsed in on itself, crumbling to his feet in a cloud of dust.
"Letz go!" said Shaw, climbing through the hole as he led the Silver Team inside.
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Upstairs..., the Platinum Team mix and mingled with the hobnobs of society, while keeping an eye on the hosts. Rogue serves them houre'duruves, while pretending to be a waitress along with other members of the Silver team. They spot Hell's Fire Club's hosts; Emma Frost (the White Queen) and several of her coven; Selene (sorceress), Donald Pierce (Cyborg), and Leland (mr gravitation), --chatting it up with guests as they ate up the ambiance of the city's elite.
"I can only account for 4 members..." --whispered Polaris, pretending to take a drink of champaign as she spoke into her ear piece. "...isn't there supposed to be 10?"
"Sebastian's with the Silver team, so that makes 5..." said Forge, staring through the crowd as he kept an eye on Storm and Bishop while they danced closely to a classical quartet. "...I've also spotted Mastermind and Damion Hellstrom, the Black and White Knights!"
"And I have an eye on the White-Rook; Tarot!" added Storm, looking over Bishop's broad shoulder as the long red head scanned the crowed with a keen eye. "Do you see Mountjoy anywhere, Bishop?" she asked, dancing closely to him as they pretended to be a couple. Bishop blushed with embarrassment when Storm gasped, feeling his strong woodie pressed up against her thigh. "For me? That's sweet!" she smiled, causing his meat to throb.
"What's going on over there? What're you tow talking about?" asked Forge, trying to find them through the crowd of guests.
"Concentrate Bishop..., there'll be time for THAT later!" whispered Storm in his ear. "But as the only one that knows what this Mountjoy looks like, only you can tell us who he is."
"I understand, Ororo!" said Bishop, clearing nasty thoughts out of his mind as his eyes narrowed as he looked each guest in the face, trying to see any signs of Mountjoy in any of their facial expressions. "I..., don't see him here." he said frustrated, getting agitated. "DAMN! I know he's here! Why can't I find him?!"
Storm could feel his body tensing as he became more and more angry. She pulled him in closer to her, pressing her full breast up against his chest to get his attention.
"Keep your cool, Bishop..., I know you are eager to find Mountjoy and settle this, but we need to keep a low profile until all of our teams are in place." Bishop stared down into Storm's eyes, then blushed bashfully.
"I'm sorry..." he said, feeling like a fish out of water. "...in my time-line, there was never any ball room dancing like this. From childhood, we learned how to assemble weapons and fight for our freedom. I'm not used to the luxuries this time-line offers."
"No need to apologize, Bishop..." said Storm, sympathizing with Bishop's pain. "I understand that all of this is new to you. But you're in MY time-line now..., dancing in public like this could be a regular event!"
"Storm..., Ororo..., I'm not sure I could ever learn to assimilate to this time-line..., I mean, it's hard to un-learn everything I've seen and done. I'm not the gentle type..., I'm not like Forge..."
"Underneath every tough exterior is a little boy aching to be loved, Bishop. You don't have to put up a front for my benefit. I've seen you let loose and let go, several times!" she laughed, causing Bishop to blush again. Ororo used her tender hand to tilt his head up as she stared him deeply in his pupiless eyes. "You may never be able to go back home..., but you always have a place here with the X-Men. With me." she said, kissing him gently on the lips. "And as for Forge..., he's OLD news!"
Forge's eyes widened when he saw Storm kiss the time-traveler in the center of the ball room floor. He quickly snatched a drink off of Rogue's serving tray as she waltz by and quickly downed it, then snatched another glass off another tray and downed that.
"Forge..., do you think this is the right time to be getting drunk? We're on a mission here!" whispered Polaris, tugging his sleeve.
"Tell that to Storm and Bishop!" he snapped, searching for another server. Polaris gave up, going on with the mission solo as Forge through caution to the winds. After a few more drinks, he started to feel a little numb to the pain in his heart. Just when he found the nerve to walk up to Storm and Bishop and give them a piece of his mind, he saw Storm slipping off through a doorway alone.
Forge placed his empty wine glass onto a nearby table top and ran after her. Upon reaching the door (separated from the gala), he turned to scan the crowd for Bishop. When he didn't see him, he quickly ducked into the room after her.
Inside what seemed to be a grand library, he found Storm standing by a bookshelf, looking quite demure as he cautiously walked up to her. "What're you doing in here all alone?" he asked, his eyes soaking in all her black beauty. "Where's Bishop?" "Fuck Bishop, I want YOU!" said Storm, rushing into Forge's arms.
Forge wrapped his arms around Storm's supple waist and started kissing her deeply. She returned his passion vigorously, sliding her dainty tongue into his mouth.
"Oh Ororo..., I want this! I've wanted this ever since the first day I ever laid my eyes on you!!" panted Forge between kisses.
"Shut up Forge, and eat me!" insisted Storm, pushing him down to the ground.
Forge gladly got down on his knees and lifted her long gown. He reached up and pulled down her dripping wet panties before devouring her womanhood with his mouth. "Yes! Oh yes! Eat me! Eat my cock!" groaned Storm, throwing back her head as Forge crawled under her and sealed his mustached mouth to her mound. He licked and sucked at her fat dripping clitoris as she bucked and humped heatedly at his frantically sucking mouth. Forge reached down and freed his hard cock from his pants and stated stroking while savoring her womanly flavors.
Storm grabbed a fistful of Forge's jet black hair and began fucking Forge's mouth. She rubbed her pussy back and forth across his face, smearing her scent all across his face. Forge bathed himself in her essence as he breathed her in, inhaling her in every attempt to consume her whole. Just as Forge was jacking his cock, reaching the peak of climax, he felt Storm's legs tremble as she too came in a warm gush of womanly fluids straight into his mouth.
"FORGE!!!" yelled Polaris from the doorway, causing the inventor to shift his eyes in her direction. "What're you doing???!!" she screamed, her mouth gaping open in disbelief.
Forge saw her shocked face expression as he quickly swallowed down Storm's essence, then looked back up at his lady love to find the face of a caucasian man staring back down at him. Forge's eyes widened as he realized it wasn't Storm's pussy he was eating, not her cunt like essence he was swallowing into his stomach, --but a fat juicy male cock he'd been sucking, eating the man's thick salty cum.
"MASTERMIND!!"
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