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Age Of Onslaught
Part 5/37
Jubilee moaned in pleasure, her hands cupping Monet's head as the
usually prim and proper mutant beauty lapped at her hot young teammates
cunt.
"Yes M!" she cried,"Suck it, suck on my clit!"
M wondered again how she'd gotten herself into this situation.
It had probably all started just before there adventure in Limbo,
when The White Queen had manipulated her mind to make her more agreeable
to Jubilee's advances. (*)
After their adventures in Limbo with the New Mutants Monet had
at first been more than agreeable to making love to Jubilee whenever Husk
wasn't about. Then she had found herself falling into a less dominant
role, becoming more and more a slave to the whims of the young mallrat.
Deciding to break this habit, she lifted her face from Jubilee's
cunt, cum dripping from her lips and down her chin.
"Huh?" moaned Jubilee,"M?"
Monet grinned and began crawling up the bed, her breasts (about
the same size as Jubilees but not as plump and rounded, more perky) running
up Jubilee's stomach, over her own breasts. Their erect nipples, Monet's
dark ones and Jubilee's bright ones, brushed against each other and M was
really getting off on the way Jubilee was trying not to look surprised or
concerned at this unexpected turn of events.
She was face to face with Jubilee now, and leaning forward she
kissed her lightly on the lips.
They'd kissed before, but usually it was in the throes of passion,
forcing tongues down each others throats. They'd never kissed like that
before.
"M? What...?" she asked, but before she could continue M leaned
forward again and kissed her more passionately, slipping her tongue into
her mouth.
Jubilees arms slid down Monet's back as she kissed her lover, a
girl whom she had detested when they first met. She cupped Monet's firm
asscheeks squeezed gently.
Their breasts were rubbing nicely against each other, Jubilee's
softer, plumper ones seemingly absorbing M's firmer ones, the mounds
of young tit-flesh pressing hard against each other.
M moved her legs slightly, sliding one thigh down between Jubilee's
own, her leg now firmly pressing against Jubilee's dripping wet pussy. She
began sliding it up and down, one hand around the back of Jubilee's head,
the other now under her waist, feeling herself up, wanking her tight little
cunt.
Jubilee moaned happily, sucking on M's tongue inside her mouth,
the feelings of their tits rubbing against each other, the thigh rubbing
up and down against her clitoris, juices flooding from her pussy.
M was getting off on the more dominant control she had over
their lovemaking, she could feel her own juices flowing, running down over
her fingers and down onto Jubilee's stomach.
They broke their kiss and smiled at each other, looking into each
other's eyes as they approached orgasm.
"I'm going to cum," moaned Jubilee as M's thigh rubbed up and
down against her clitoris.
"Go ahead," grinned M,"I'll cum right along with you!"
"WHAT!"
Monet and Jubilee's heads twisted about and M cursed her own
foolishness for not hearing the approach.
Standing in the doorway, staring at the two naked, sweaty eighteen
year old females was Husk and Chamber.
Chamber couldn't speak telepathically as normal because of the
flux of the astral plane, but the look of shock was clear to see. M
wondered if he'd be jerking off to a new fantasy tonight.
"I don't believe this," gasped Husk,"We gotta.... we gotta...."
She never got to finish, the crystallization wave washed over
them and the entire school.
(*) - Herald Of Armageddon, available upon request at -
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Also the limbo story will be written by me sometime soon in the
future.
-
Spiderman was swinging over the city, heading home after his
nightly patrol, nothing much had been happening the past few days, the
streets of New York really were safer nowadays.
Sudden unexpected pain ripped through his body and he released
the webline, clutching at his head.
As he freefell through the air, screaming in agony as every nerve
in his body was set on fire by his Spidersense, trying to warn him off
a danger more powerful than anything he'd ever encountered, including
the death wave Thanos had sent over the Universe when he'd had the Infinity
Gauntlet.
He was only a couple of hundred feet from the ground when The
Crystallization Wave washed over New York.
-
Dr Doom smiled beneath his mask.
"Activate," he said.
He and The Hulk disappeared in a flash of white light.
The Crystallization Wave washed over Asteroid M a second later.
-
The Universe froze for the second time since Creation began, not
expanding, not moving at all. Everything was crystal, and then it cracked
under it's own weight and the crystal fell away, leaving something new,
similar to the old but irrevocably different.
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X-Men Alpha.
------------
Twenty Years Ago.
Bishop drops from the crystal into a past all too familiar.
"If I kill you now, Magneto, things will have to be better in
the future!" screamed Legion, standing over a young, still innocent
Erik Magnus Lehnsherr.
In his mind, Bishop has relived this temporal terror a thousand
times. He knows the next sound he hears will be the screams of Charles
Xavier who lunges to sacrifice himself for the life of his friend!
Only Bishop can affect what will happen next.
THWAP, a hand grabbing his shoulder.
ONLY BISHOP.
"Hold it right there!" cried the other Bishop, looking incredibly
innocent despite everything he has seen in his life as a soldier of the
future to this Bishop who has lived through twenty years of The Age Of
Apocalypse.
"I don't know who you are, but..." started the young Bishop.
"Don't you?" asked the older Bishop.
- No, - chuckled a voice in both their heads and flash fried
their minds. The empty, mindless shells of the two Bishops crumpled to
the ground.
"Goodbye Erik Magnus Lehnsherr," growled Legion,"I hope that in
death, you'll find the peace you've been missing in life... sayonara."
"NO!" screamed Xavier, unaware of the more important drama occurring
only meters from where he stood.
For Charles Francis Xavier, there was never a choice.
Today, all his perceptions of reality were ripped away and he
saw a glimpse of what his life might have been. Four noble men and women,
mutants, like him, who, in his name, were willing to risk their all to save
a man who would become their enemy... and one desperate madman willing,
almost eager, to kill in that name.
HIS name.
His friend.
CHARLES FRANCIS XAVIER could not ALLOW that, and in one desperate
move, his future - his LIFE - are SACRIFICED.
For there was NEVER a CHOICE.
Leaping in front of Magneto, Legion's psi-blade did not penetrate
the mind of the man who would grow to be his father's most hated enemy,
but instead tore away the mind of his own father.
"WHAT?" cried Legion in disbelief,"Father? Daddy?!!"
Xavier collapsed onto Erik, his eyes blank.
"Are you..." Legion couldn't say it,"This is impossible! You can't
be dead! Cause if you're dead, that means...."
That means that David Haller was never born, which would also
mean....
"NOOOO!" screamed Legion.
...that the X-Men would never come back in time to stop him,
because there were no X-Men, because Charles Xavier never lived to create
them.
With a tearing noise Legion, Iceman, Psylocke and Storm were
torn out of time and space, gone, all gone except for the dead bodies of
two time displaced men - the same man, Bishop, their still living but
mindless bodies all that is left of a world now lost, possibly forevermore!
Which means that from this day forward, things will never be the
same again.
And as Onslaught, protected by the vast psionic, temporal and
reality altering energies burning within him laughed and laughed, Cortez
played his last card, smashing all his energies into the captive Nate
Grey in the hope that he would use them against Onslaught. But instead
Nate used the power to blast a wide circle of energy that faded almost
instantly. Cortez gave in, his last hope gone.
But before Onslaught's chestplate opened and black tendrils
reached out to drag him inside the creatures essence, Nate Grey smiled,
allowing hope to bloom inside him.
And his telekinetic energy sped through the timestream, reaching
for help wherever it could.
Temporal energy rippled around Onslaught as he prepared to travel
forward in time once again, to a time he knew would be ripe for conquest,
to a world already half enslaved.
WELCOME!" he roared as The Crystallization Wave sped over everything
but him and the mindless bodies of the two Bishops, racing back to the
moment where history diverged from it's natural course, wiping out over
twenty years of history,"TO THE AGE OF ONSLAUGHT!"
-------------------
Twenty Years Later.
-------------------
Sinister was bored.
Apocalypse finally entered the briefing room, his long cape
spreading out imperiously behind him. Sinister wondered if he had trouble
with it getting caught in the automatic doors. He was not amused by the
thought, his emotions had died with his wife and son over a century
ago, when Apocalypse had turned him into a mutant.
A jar of water lay on one table, and Sinister did not discount
his senses when he thought he heard it chuckle. The Shadow King resided
where it could.
"Father," said Holocaust,"We have the briefings prepared, we
wait only for your presence."
"I do not really care for the briefings," muttered Apocalypse.
"But sire," said Cyclops, and Sinister smiled slightly, although
he felt nothing. Despite the world they lived in Scott sometimes seemed
so naive and innocent,"The Eurasian High Council would like to set up a
time to discuss a peace treaty..."
"I don't want peace," said Apocalypse with a smile,"What I want,
is for the fit to survive."
"The fit survive," said Holocaust with unmistakable contempt,"By
fighting, not by writing peace treaties."
Cyclops turned to look at Holocaust. No one could read his eyes
to see what he was thinking, because one was covered in a ruby quartz
eyevisor and the other had his hair brushed over it to cover the scarred
and blind socket. He had lost it in a conflict with Weapon X, although
Apocalypse had been delighted to hear Cyclops had survived the fight at
all... Weapon X was the most apt definition of survival of the fittest
next to Apocalypse that anyone had ever seen.
"There will be no fighting in this war-room," growled Apocalypse,
glowering at his 'son' and Cyclops,"I endorse survival of the fittest,
but none will survive if we squabble amongst ourselves."
"The Madripoor situation is getting irritating," interrupted
Sinister, knowing that Apocalypse was truly interested in this
subject,"The monarch, Von Doom, absolutely refuses to discuss a treaty."
"Because Doom is no fool," grunted Apocalypse,"He knows the
treaty negotiations are just an excuse to reconnaissance them for their
weaknesses and lull them into a false sense of security before
we strike," he paused,"For a human, Doom is surviving incredibly well."
No one seemed to notice Rex, the human mercenary who served as
an errand boy/gopher for Apocalypse, enjoying an extremely comfortable
lifestyle. Especially considering that most humans in The Fractured
States of Apocalypse were rounded up by The Infinites to be used as
base material in the production of more Infinites. But of course, like
any Gopher he knew how to be noticed when he was needed.
"Rex," grunted Apocalypse,"Has Beast come up with any information
on the energy burst we registered?"
"Says it's temporal energy," grunted Rex,"Whatever that is. Says
there's trace energy from a similar burst 'bout twenty years ago, might
be some kind of focal point for temporal energy."
"Shadow King?" asked Apocalypse,"Do any of your host bodies
know anything about the area in Isreal?"
The face of The Shadow King coalesced in the jug of water, the
sharp aquiline features, the toothy, condescending grin.
"Well, perhaps my liege, if I recall correctly, about twenty years
ago a rather gifted psi named Xavier defeated my host body of the time, and
I know he was involved in the temporal burst that occurred then, since I was
keeping tabs on him. He was killed by a man claiming to be his son, despite
the fact he wasn't much younger than Xavier. In my opinion this could
be.....what?"
"What?" echoed Apocalypse,"Shadow King?"
The face in the jug looked confused, unsure of itself, a facial
expression none of them had ever on it's face before.
"I don't... there's something?" muttered The Shadow King, sounding
unsure of itself for the first time in any of their recollections,"I
never.. what is going on...... it's him! IT'S HIM! IT'S HIM!IT'SHIMIT'SH
IMIT'SHIMIT'SHIMIT'SHIM!!!!!"
"Shadow King?" cried Apocalypse,"What is wrong."
Now the Shadow King's face was contorted in fear... no, pure and
total terror. Suddenly the face in the jug disappeared, only water was
left behind.
"Unexpected," said Sinister, he looked at an electronic notepad
in his hand,"Massive psionic spike of energy... I believe The Shadow
King is dead."
"Get out," muttered Apocalypse,"All of you."
The Prelates looked up in surprise, Apocalypse was not angry
with them, in fact he wasn't even looking at them. Instead he was glaring
in angry confusion at a section of wall that appeared to be nothing but
that, a wall.
"Father, I...." started Holocaust.
"Get out now," growled Apocalypse,"I will contact each of you
when this is done. For now I want you, Sinister, to maintain control of
the administration, pretend to be interested in trade negotiations with
Los Angeles Island and peace treaties with Eurasia and Madripoor. And you,
Holocaust, run the real business, the culling of unfit mutants and the
slaughter of the norms."
They stared at each other in surprise, then moved out of the
war room quickly, only Rex stayed behind, he was never far from Apocalypse,
so that he would always be useful.
"Who are you?" asked Apocalypse.
Rex knew The High Lord wasn't talking to him, but wondered who he
could be talking to, there was no one else in the room.... and then a
form coalesced from the shadows. A hulking figure larger and broader
than even Apocalypse, wearing spiked red armor reminiscent of the old
mutant folk hero and resistance fighter, the late Magnus.
"Who am I?" said Onslaught in a voice that made Rex's bones turn
to water,"I am The Fit."
A small grin crossed Apocalypse's strange blue lips.
"So be it."
-
Spiderman was swinging over the city, heading home after his
nightly patrol, nothing much had been happening the past few days, the
streets of New York really were safer nowadays.
Sudden unexpected pain ripped through his body and he released
the webline, clutching at his head.
As he freefell through the air, screaming in agony as every nerve
in his body was set on fire by his Spidersense, trying to warn him off
a danger more powerful than anything he'd ever encountered, including
the death wave Thanos had sent over the Universe when he'd had the Infinity
Gauntlet.
He was only a couple of hundred feet from the ground when The
Crystallization Wave washed over New York. But a second before it touched
him a wave of yellow fire burst from nowhere, surrounded him and then
both the hero and the fire disappeared.
-------------------
Los Angeles Island.
-------------------
Rick Jones stumbled along, hunched over and coughing in the hope
of fooling prospective muggers into thinking he had some kind of disease.
"Hey buddy," laughed a voice,"Do you want to earn some food creds?"
He kept going, hoping they - and despite only one voice he knew it
would be more than one - would go pick on prey that looked more likely
to have food credits.
"I'm talking to you old man!" roared the voice, cracking as it
yelled.
- Hell, it's just a kid, - Rick thought to himself, then chuckled
slightly, he was hardly a grandfather at the ripe old age of twenty four.
"YOU LAUGHING AT ME OLD MAN?!!" screamed the ganger in indignant
anger, making a bad mistake, you didn't draw attention to yourself this
way, he was obviously a first timer looking to make his bones.
[HALT!] cried a new, booming voice and Rick sighed, he'd been
hoping to avoid these ones.
"SHIT!" cried several voices from behind him,"It's the robots!"
[YOU ARE IN VIOLATION OF THE LOS ANGELES ISLAND CURFEW
LAW OF 1995, STAND AND PREPARE FOR IDENTIFICATION AND SUBSEQUENT
PUNISHMENT.]
Rick stood up straight and lifted his arms, still holding the
film canisters in his hands.
"Scatter!" screamed the young voice and Rick watched as a young
man, no more than sixteen years old sped past him. He got about a hundred
meters and then a gigantic energy blast ripped the flesh from his bones,
which were also disintegrated within a few seconds.
The sounds of The Sentinels voices were dispassionate as they
scanned the ident-chips inserted in the spinal column of the other gangers,
who'd been smart enough not to run.
[HUMAN, WHERE IS YOUR IDENT-CHIP?] queried one Sentinel as Rick
turned to face him,[WARNING, THIS UNIT IS EQUIPPED WITH ADVANCED
POLYGRAPH EQUIPMENT AND WILL KNOW IF YOU DO NOT TELL THE TRUTH.]
"Rick Jones," he yelled at the giant, emotionless face,"S.P.T,
sanctioned by Unit 174 as morale booster for human populace as well
as propaganda specialist, deviant branch!"
The Sentinel checked it's files, registering that he was indeed,
a Special Privileged Trustee.
[WHAT IS IN YOUR HANDS?] asked The Sentinel, behind it several
of the gangers records had indicated that they had been found guilty
of several minor crimes. They were executed in front of the others
as an example, the others now knew this crime - curfew breaking - would
be on their record and next time it could be them.
"The latest propaganda material," replied Rick,"It's ready for
distribution but my e-feed is busted again, because the damned techies
are too busy to help out in what MasterMold has described as 'the most
important part of the battle to rid the world of mutants....'"
[VERY WELL, YOUR BIO-SCAN AND MY POLYGRAPHIC ANALYSIS
INDICATES YOU ARE TELLING THE TRUTH, YOU ARE FREE TO GO.]
"Hail to the chief," said Rick, saluting sharply with a sardonic
grin, then he turned and headed back towards the distribution center.
"TRAITOR!" screamed one of the gangers.
[JUSTIN TAYLOR,] boomed one of The Sentinels,[PUBLIC SLANDER
OF AN OFFICIAL OF THE HUMAN LIBERATION GOVERNMENT IS A
CRIME, ADDED TO YOUR RECORD YOU HAVE NOW BROKEN THE LAW AN UNACCEPTABLE
NUMBER OF TIMES, PREPARE FOR EXECUTION.]
"NO! Wait, please!" screamed Taylor, but the Sentinels would not be
moved by pleas for mercy. Plasma fired from The Sentinel's hand and
fried Justin Taylor.
Rick Jones walked away with a smile, his long, warm trenchcoat
flapping about his feet.
---
Reed began scanning the ground, the air, he nodded.
"I'm registering a build-up of temporal energy," he said,"Which
of course should be having an effect on us, which it is, but it isn't
affecting these," he gestured at X-Factor, Cable and X-Man,"I think they're
psionic constructs."
"Curious," muttered The Beast,"Who has that power."
"I think," said Reed, then stopped as a number of his companions
disappeared in a burst of yellow fire.
"Oh my Stars and Garters," said the Beast, as surprised as
everyone else by the disappearance of his fellow mutants and heroes.
"What the hell is going on?" growled Wolverine, and then The
Crystallization Wave washed over them.
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Madripoor.
----------
Victor Von Doom had been an arrogant man, a man determined to
be the greatest no matter what the cost. At University, ignoring the
talk and rumors of a new breed of humanity calling themselves homo sapiens
superior - mutants - led by a Warlord named Apocalypse, he had absorbed
every bit of knowledge he could. His teachers and professors were delighted
by his brilliance, but were incapable of keeping up with him. This
suited him just fine, he wanted to be beyond everyone, he wanted to be
the greatest because nothing less would do in his quest to fulfill his
two lifelong ambitions.
No one could come close to him or challenge him, no one that
is except for Reed Richards.
The thing that infuriated Von Doom the most about Reed was that
he was so damned nice! He was delighted to meet someone like Doom, a
man he could measure himself up against, a man he could discuss all his
theories and plans with. He wanted to work with Doom on projects, he
wanted to study with him, he wanted to discuss philosophy and theology...
in short he wanted to be Doom's friend.
Whilst working on his first and greatest goal, Reed had entered
Doom's room followed by his room-mate, an ignoramus that had taken an
instant and mutual disliking to him.
"Hey Victor," said Reed,"Ben's invited me to a party in town,
I wondered if you'd like to come along?"
Doom could tell by the look on Ben's face that he would probably
prefer to have his genitals shaved with a rusty razorblade by a blind man
than go to a party with him.
"I am busy Richards," he said, he never called Reed by his first
name,"Go to your... party."
Reed frowned, looking at a printout from one of the machines
around Doom's bed.
"What's this?" asked Ben, pointing at the small chair with the
complicated machinery inset. It was also inscribed with a great deal of
diagrams that had nothing to do with science,"One of them funky exercise
machines?"
"Don't touch that you ape!" growled Doom, getting up from his
seat."
"Victor," said Reed,"These calculations have an error."
"WHAT?" cried Doom, twisting about,"That's crazy."
"The Reichmans Calculation is off by .00000001," noted Reed,
frowning,"It's thrown the entire equation off."
"Go to your party Richards," he growled,"The Reichmans Calculation
is exactly right, you don't even know what the machine is for......."
"It seems to be a interdimensional transporter," Reed
noted, not trying to be condescending, just interested and caught up in
the device,"Designed to tear open a small hole between dimensions."
Doom was shocked, Reed had figured out what the machine was for
from only a glance at the machinery and one section of hundreds of feet
of computer printouts.
"GET OUT!" he roared at Reed and Ben,"Go to your party, get drunk
and stoned and lose some more braincells, I dare say you can spare them
Richards, although Grimm may be in some trouble!" (this was as close to a
compliment as Reed was ever going to get from Doom.)
Reed and Ben left, although Reed asked Victor to one more time
check his equations again.
Once Reed was gone Victor had a moments hesitation, perhaps the
Reichman's was off, he had been distracted at the time. He'd worked
out the equations at the same time as he'd been doing his final exams
after all.
"No," he said,"No second guessing, the calculations are fine, and
the machine is safe to use."
So saying he sat down in the machine, attaching the cerebral
monitors to his head.
"Activate," he said.
The machine began to hum, channeling up power and focusing it
through the arcane symbols inscribed on the machine. Before him a small
hole began to open in the air.
"Yes," he laughed,"Yes!"
Reed cursed.
"Hmmm?" asked Ben, opening the drivers door of his jeep.
"My watch strap must have broken again," he said,"I probably
dropped it back at Victor's room when he was pushing us out."
"So?"
"Can't leave it," he said,"I won't be a minute."
Turning around he ran back.
"Shit," grunted Ben, he wanted to get to the party early, there
was a cute young High School Senior called Sue Storm who was going to be
at the party and he really wanted to get into her pants.
-
A red light began flashing.
"What?" cried Doom in surprise.
"Warning," said the computer voice,"Compensators failing, power
overflow."
"Divert to secondary compensators," he ordered.
"Unable to comply, circuit pathways to secondary compensators
have been destroyed by power overflow."
The hole into the other dimension was beginning to close, Doom
screamed in frustration and leaped from the machine, tearing the cerebral
monitors from his head.
He began typing instruction into the computer, trying to refocus
the power. It was already a lost cause but Doom refused to acknowledge
defeat.
The door to his room opened and Reed stood in shock.
"Victor!" he cried,"Get out!"
"GET OUT RICHARDS!" he roared,"I CAN HANDLE THIS!"
The machine was beginning to glow red, shaking and shimmering,
but still Doom refused to be defeated, he typed in faster and faster,
trying to operate machinery that had melted to slag.
"Victor, it's going to blow!" screamed Reed.
Doom ignored him, and a second later Richard's arm wrapped around
his waist and lifted him into the air. Doom, although no football star
like Ben Grimm, was fairly well put together, but Reed had always been
more the tall skinny type. But fear and desperation gave him strength and
with a physicality he would never know again he tossed Doom out into the
corridor.
"Richards!" he roared as he rolled to the side,"I'll.."
Then the machine exploded, fire burst from the door and spread out
along the corridor. Doom ducked to the ground and protected his face, he
felt heat singe the back of his neck.
He stood in the ruins of his room, looking in shock at Reed's
broken and battered body. His only injury was a small bleeding wound
beneath his left eye.
"Inconceivable," he muttered.
"V....Victor?" groaned a voice, he stared in shock, Reed was
alive, his body smashed beyond repair, his eyes bleeding holes, but he
still lived.
"Richards.... Reed," said Victor,"You saved my life... this is
my fault...."
"Nonsense," muttered Reed, grinning despite the pain,"Anyone
could have made the mistake.. but I can't help wonder what could have
been."
"We'll get a Doctor," muttered Doom,"We'll...."
"My goodness," said Reed, his head tilting to one side,"I didn't
expect this, how beautiful."
"What?" asked Doom, fearing Richards had been driven mad by the
pain.
"You should see this Victor," said Reed,"Your Mother will love
it."
Doom's eyes widened.
"What about my mother?!!"
"Go to Tibet," said Reed,"That's what they say, they'll find a
way to free her..... Victor, this is incredible, I could never have
calculated this..."
He died.
End Part 5/37
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