(Author’s Note: Thanks to all of you who sent in comments about my previous “season” of X-Men: Evolution fanfiction! It’s always nice to hear such great feedback! Well, here starts “Season 6”, and as you’ll soon discover, anything can happen! Hope you like this “season” as much as, if not more than, the last!)
 

     It was the most ridiculous, utterly unbelievable thing Magneto had ever seen.

     He had woken up a few hours ago, still inside the green glob of hardened gel that had knocked him out, along with the rest of his Acolytes, last night. As soon as his initial grogginess had worn out, the first emotion he had experienced was surprise—after such an intense, overwhelming assault, he had assumed he would’ve been killed shortly after they had captured all of his Acolytes.

     Still able to think, see, and somehow breathe, but unable to move or use his powers, Magneto had watched helplessly as he, his Acolytes, and a few dozen other gel-encased Mutants were flown over an ocean, a Sentinel cradling each Mutant in its arms like a baby.

     Roughly a half hour after he had become aware again, the fleet of Sentinels had approached a small tropical island and set down in a large valley in its center, surrounded on all sides by steep limestone cliffs. At least, they at first appeared to Magnus to be limestone cliffs—after a second look, they seemed far too straight-edged to be natural.

     And now, each Sentinel was actually working on releasing the Mutants from their gelatinous prisons, with the new, smaller Sentinel watching over the process. Any moment now, Magnus and the others would be freed. It was becoming increasing clear to him that the Sentinels had actually built up an artificial structure to protect and contain all of the present Mutants… but why? Magnus was flabbergasted. The new Sentinel and his Minions had had them all laid out on a silver platter. Why had they not been destroyed last night, and furthermore, why on earth were they being freed, of all things?!

     He felt a few more chunks of hardened gel fall away from his right arm as the Sentinel continued to work on freeing him. Flexing it, Magneto stretched some desperately sore muscles.

     Just a little longer, and he would find out…

     Like a chain reaction, flexing part of his body caused the other increasingly loose chunks of gel surrounding him to slowly cascade to the ground, and within another half-minute only his lower legs were still frozen in the gel. In almost perfect unison, all of the other Mutants present were freed as well—about two-thirds were conscious and stood on their own, while about a third or so had been hit so badly the previous night they fell to the ground, still unconscious.

     Impatient, Magneto lifted up the Sentinel in front of him with a gesture and “shoved” the giant robot back into the limestone wall. Forced into the rock at such a great speed, the robot instantly exploded into a thousand different pieces which scattered in every direction, but the wall only sustained a scorch mark.

     Magneto wasn’t so naive as to think that his action would go unpunished, or that he would be able to do anything substantial to the Sentinel army surrounding him, given the actions of last night. He just wanted answers, and he assumed that catching the new Sentinel’s attention was the fastest way of getting them.

     He was right.

     “Halt,” the new Sentinel said, firing a blast at Magneto’s feet which both incinerated the remainder of his gelatinous prison and blew him back about a dozen feet.
     Grunting, Magneto gritted his teeth and stood up again, brushing the dirt off of his cape. “Just… trying to get… your attention.”

     “You have had my attention ever since I was activated,” the new Sentinel responded. “I am Nimrod, a new robotic Mutant hunter created by S.H.I.E.L.D. to eliminate Mutants quickly and efficiently.”

     Upon the utterance of the new Sentinel’s name, Boom Boom laughed out loud, and Magnus noticed a few of the other Mutants chuckled as well. No doubt an even larger reaction would have been prompted were the situation not so dire. Nimrod’s name, however, was not what intrigued the Acolyte leader.

     “You look like S.H.I.E.L.D. handiwork, but you are hardly using S.H.I.E.L.D. tactics,” Magneto responded. “S.H.I.E.L.D. tends to prefer methods that require less…. collateral damage.”

     “This is correct,” Nimrod admitted. “Although I still remain committed to my Mutant extermination core programming, I have seen that S.H.I.E.L.D.’s methods are inefficient and have calculated the most effective way of dealing with your kind.”

     “So none of this is sanctioned by S.H.I.E.L.D., then?” interrupted Beast.

     “This tactic itself, no. But I was designed as a Mutant exterminator, and I remain one.”

     “If you are so effective at killing Mutants, then why are we not dead already?” X-23 asked, unsheathing her claws.

     “Unlike S.H.I.E.L.D., I can overlook short-term benefits to ensure that the overall objective is achieved in the long-term,” Nimrod explained. “Although all of you assembled here represent a wide variety of different powers, there are other Mutants out there, with wildly different powers that will require my systems to adapt, and adapt quickly. My power neutralization ray cannot work on every Mutant, such as Dorian Leitch here. Luckily, although he can neutralize energy, Dorian is a child and does not pose a serious threat otherwise, so I was able to direct my Sentinels to capture him without much effort.”

     “So you actually want us to attack you so that you can get stronger by it?” Wolverine asked, picking up on where Nimrod was heading.

     “Affirmative. I have taken you all to this remote Pacific island so that the battle can take place away from innocent humans, without any further danger of interference.”

     “If you think we’re gonna participate in your sick little game, bub, than you can stick it—“

     “You have no choice,” Nimrod interrupted, in the blink of an eye firing a blast from his arm at Wolverine, who even with his enhanced senses and reflexes was unable to react in time. He took it in the shoulder and howled in pain, though as usual his body quickly recovered from the laser blast and started to heal up. “I have all of the Mutants in Bayville, New York, assembled here, but rest assured there are thousands of others across the face of this world. If you do not do as I say, I will send out my Sentinels to kill them one at a time until you do obey. And---“

     Nimrod interrupted himself by opened his mouth wider seemed possible, and emitted a high-pitched shriek. Everyone present clenched their teeth in pain and crumpled to the ground, holding their ears until the noise stopped a few seconds later.

     “---I can make life for you very, very painful,” Nimrod continued as his mouth slid back down to its normal size and position. “I am equipped with a special tone emitter that, though unpleasant-sounding to normal humans, has a resonance frequency that can interact specifically with Mutant DNA and render extreme pain without causing you to terminate. You follow my commands, and the few remaining days of your life will be ended quickly and mercifully. To ignore my orders will only result in more pain for every Mutant in existence—and I must add that I emitted that frequency at its lowest pain setting. Now, there are underground rooms that you can access from this valley that will provide you with sustenance and sleeping facilities. We will begin the first test in 12 hours. If there are any further interruptions, I assure you there will be dire consequences.”

     As Magnus got to his feet, shaking his head to clear his mind of the earlier pain, he saw the doors open in front of them that apparently led to the facilities that Nimrod had just mentioned.

     This enemy continues to grow more and more bizarre…

     It was truly something Xavier never thought he’d see in his entire life.

     Here, seated around a huge circular metal table, was every last Mutant who lived in Bayville and the area. All of the X-Men, the Acolytes, the Brotherhood members, the Morlocks, as well as some others who followed their own path—Gambit, Boom Boom, Dorian Leitch, Forge, and apparently X23 and Juggernaut—were all in the same room. Xavier noted rather eerily that there were exactly enough chairs for all of them. When they had been eating earlier—not that any of them were particularly hungry—Xavier noticed that there was just enough food given to them by the Sentinels to keep them all reasonably full.

     Nimrod certainly has had this planned out.

     It had been two hours after they had been freed from their gelatinous prisons, and with the help of a few Morlocks who were particularly knowledgeable in healing remedies, nearly everyone was conscious. A notable exception to this rule was Surge, who still murmured something unintelligible now and then but still refused to gain consciousness, despite Blob’s constant concerned prodding. Dorian Leitch was understandably petrified, and was sitting with Jean and Kitty in a corner, who were attempting to calm him down. Omega Red was also sitting in a corner by himself, to keep his energy-draining aura from affecting anyone. Juggernaut occupied a third corner of the room, refusing to sit and eyeing everyone around him with a mixture of hatred and frustration.

     Xavier was rather curious as to how X23 was alive—according to Logan, she had been caught in the explosion of an H.Y.D.R.A. escape ship—but that was obviously a question for later.

     “So,” Rogue said, finally breaking the awkward silence, “what the heck do we do now?”

     “We die horrible deaths, that’s what we do,” Toad said matter-of-factly.

     “I refuse to believe that,” Storm said. “There’s got to be some way out of this.”

     “I hate to say it, but I agree with him,” Lucid said nervously. “No matter what we try against that robot, he either adapts or neutralizes our powers.”

     “And he’s gotta know this, or he wouldn’t be so sure that he could defeat us again,” Spyke pointed out.

     “Which is why we have to try an unconventional approach,” Mystique replied.

     “And how exactly would anything we try be ‘unconventional’ at this point?” Rogue sneered. “Due to the fact that we’re all here, I can assume it’s been able to fend off any elemental powers, explosive powers, magnetic powers, super speed, phase shifting, brute force, even the negation of powers… should I continue?”

     “We can try combining our powers in different ways,” X23 stated.

     “Exactly what I had in mind,” Magneto said. “We just need to come up with a combination of powers that Nimrod would have a particularly difficult time defending against. The boy, Leitch…”

     “Y-yeah?” Dorian sniffed from the corner, tears streaming down his cheeks.

     “…Perhaps he could focus his negation powers on Nimrod. While Nimrod attempts to counter those powers, I could try to keep it from activating anything internally, thereby freezing it up and leaving it open to attack.”

     “Wait, that sounds counter-productive,” Beast replied, pinching his sinuses. “If Dorian negates the energy around Nimrod, how would your powers have any effect on it?”

     “Because he would use his powers on Nimrod before I activate my magnetic powers,” Magneto said, drawing out the explanation like he were explaining it to a young child. “Surely you can see—“

     “I don’t think Dorian’s powers work like that,” Beast stated, getting miffed at Magneto’s tone.

     “You don’t think or you don’t know?” Sabretooth interjected.

     “Look, have you spent any time at all with this kid!?” Wolverine shot back, incredulous. “Oh, that’s right, you’d behead the kid sooner than you’d actually treat him like a human being!”

     “Uh, Logan, you’re not helping…” Jean said from the corner of the room as she felt Dorian start to tense up even more.

     “Oh, and I suppose you know all about him, huh?” Sabretooth growled. “That brilliant mind Xavier and all of you puppets, you’ve studied the kids’ powers to your hearts’ content?”

     “We have observed Dorian in a variety of situations,” Xavier replied, surprisingly calm. “However, we have not done biological tests on Dorian, no. He has not felt comfortable doing so, and thus we have not forced him to.”

     “Then let Mastermind here delve into Dorian’s head,” Magneto said. “He will be able to determine the exact extent of Dorian’s powers, given enough time.”

     “You’ve got to be delusional if you think we’ll let you in Dorian’s mind for even a second!” Cyclops protested.

     “Yeah, there’s no way we’re trusting you!” Kitty added.

     “I give you my word that Mastermind will not do anything to harm the child,” Magneto insisted.

     “For all that’s worth!” Mystique countered, crossing her arms.

     “Charles, talk some sense into your pupils!” Magneto said, getting exasperated. “Mystique, Callisto, all of you! If we are to defeat this Nimrod, we are going to need to work together!”

     “I agree with you, in principle,” Xavier said. “And if this were twenty years ago, I would have assented to your request, Magnus. But after what you have done these past few years in particular… no, I cannot in good conscience allow you anywhere near Dorian.”

     “Charles, you are being ludicrous!” Magneto protested, pounding his fists into the table. He was backed up by similar comments from his Acolytes.

     As a full-out argument broke out between the Acolytes, the X-Men, and Mystique, Boom Boom edged her way over to where the rest of the Brotherhood was sitting. Toad was banging his head against the table, Blob was continuing to attempt to wake Surge up, his face twisted into an expression of worry, Wanda was glaring daggers at her father, and Pyro and Avalanche were just sitting around, utterly apathetic expressions on their faces.

     “Hey, Freddy,” Tabitha said, rubbing the top of Blob’s mohawk just enough to mess it up. “What are you boys doing while everyone else argues pointlessly? What’s wrong with blue-hair there?”

     “Her name’s Noriko,” Blob said, his voice taking on a tinge of annoyance as he tried to re-straighten his mohawk. “And I dunno. I saw her discharge a lotta electricity before I blacked out, I think maybe she drained herself too much. I’m sorta worried about her…”

     “Her code name shoulda been Blue-hair,” Tabitha insisted.

     “Weren’t you already calling Kurt ‘Blue’?” Avalanche asked, also already annoyed with Tabitha’s presence.

     “So? More than one Mutie can have a similar codename.”

     “Whatever,” Avalanche said, rolling his eyes. “Who the heck cares, we’re all dead in a few hours anyway.”

     “Exactly!” Tabitha exclaimed. “So we might as well as some fun before we all kick the bucket! Hey, you guys wanna get away from these losers and play Boom Jacks?”

     “Boom Jacks?” Pyro said, his interest piqued. “What’re those?”

     Toad immediately stopped banging his head against the table and looked at Boom Boom with an expression of dread. “No… nononono. No Boom Jacks! I ALWAYS lose! And I think one ‘a my fingernails is permanently black from playing that game.”

     “Oh, it’s always been black because you never bathe,” Boom Boom said, dismissing Toad with a wave.

     “Once a month!” Toad protested.

     “Boom Jacks are another stupid game Tabby came up with when she was with us, because she had nothing better to do,” Avalanche explained. “Basically it’s just a game of Jacks, but instead of picking up all of the jacks before the ball bounces—“

     “—you have to pick ‘em all up before one of my little bombs explodes!” Boom Boom finished excitedly, producing one in her hand for illustration before clutching her hand into a fist and removing the energy ball from existence before it could explode. “It’s waaaay more fun than Jacks ‘cause it’s got a sense of danger to it!”

     “It’s also moronic,” Avalanche countered. “Oh, gee, let’s try to blow off our hands! Genius. Why don’t you just stick your arms down a garbage disposal and save time?”

     “Actually, it sounds like fun, mate!” Pyro laughed.

     “See, now HERE’S a guy who knows how to party!” Tabitha exclaimed. “Why weren’t you with the Brotherhood when I was?”

     Avalanche merely muttered something unintelligible as Boom Boom and Pyro went off to the only corner of the large room left to play Boom Jacks.

     “Everyone, PLEASE!” Xavier yelled, finally cutting through the chaos and vicious arguing that had been occurring amongst most of the rest of the assembled Mutants. “Getting mad at each other is going to solve nothing!”

     “I dunno, it might solve the problem of YOU,” Sabretooth grinned, baring his fangs and wiggling one of his clawed hands above the table in emphasis.

     “You’ll have to get through ME, Furball!” Wolverine growled.

     “Don’t tempt me even more, Logan,” Sabretooth retorted.

     “Sabretooth, stand down!” Magneto said. “Charles is right. It may be… especially… difficult for some of us, but this squabbling is getting us nowhere. We have to work together. Alright Charles, if you insist, I will not allow Mastermind to probe Dorian’s mind. But we must find a plausible way to defeat Nimrod!”

     “Well, maybe I could build some sort of invention that could nullify Nimrod’s nullification powers,” Forge said. “Granted, it would be tricky—nullifying the nullifier and all that—but I think I could—“

     “Nice fantasy you have, there,” Gambit said, smirking. “Only problem is, I’m sure that robot’s watching us right now through some kinda hidden cameras-- it certainly ain’t no fool. Chances are it’ll quickly get wind of what you’re doing and kill you before you can so much as plug your machine in.”

     “Not to mention we’ve got, what, seats, chairs, food, and blankets?” Jubilee said. “I doubt even YOU could make something like that out of this crud, For—“

     CRACK!

     The sudden loud noise from a corner of the room startled everyone, particularly Mercury and Dorian, who literally jumped out of their seats at the sound.

     “What was THAT!?” Callisto asked.

     “Whoa, that was close!” Tabitha laughed. “But you got ‘em all, Flame Boy! Alright now, my turn!”

     “Oh please, not this game again,” Jean groaned softly, pinching her sinuses.

     “Tabitha, pay attention!” Cyclops commanded. “All of our lives are at stake here!”

     “No, they’re not,” Tabitha protested. “You guys DID see that new Sentinel, right? We’re all dead, might as well face it and enjoy the last few hours we have.”

     “That kind of pessimistic thinking—“ Cyclops started.

     “Scott, please just—let it go for now,” Xavier said. “Tabitha, just—keep it down.”

     “Whatever,” Tabitha said, returning to her game.

     Surge, meanwhile, had bolted awake at the sudden loud sound, though she still looked very pale and didn’t even sit upright in reflex, still with her head leaned against Blob’s shoulder.

     “W…what’s going on?” Surge asked wearily.

     “Noriko! You’re awake!” Blob said. “Man, you have me scared for a second there! What’s going on?”

     “Drained all of my electrical energy… and then some…” Surge mumbled.

     “And then some?” Toad said. “What the heck does that mean?”

     “I even spent the… normal electricity that runs through our bodies,” Surge said. “For you… it’s minimal, but the charge is… higher for me. I spent it, though, to get rid of… one last Sentinel, but… I’m only now absorbing enough static… from the surrounding environment to keep me conscious. It’ll still be a while before I’m…. feeling fine again.”

     “Well, we ain’t got time!” Toad said. “Listen, when you were out…”

     As Toad started to explain Noriko what had gone on while she was unconscious, the conversation among the other Mutants continued.

     “Alright,” Xavier said, sighing, “Where were we?”

     “We were shooting down yet another plan,” Jubilee said.

     “Look,” Callisto said, standing up from her chair, “Having just all the ‘heads’ of our various cliques talk isn’t going to help us all that much. We all know the limitations and benefits of our powers better than anymore else, and I’ve noticed some of us have been yapping a lot more than others. How about we all talk among ourselves, come up with some unique power combinations that could possibly down this Nimrod, share them among each other, and then pick what we all think are the best ones to implement?”

     “That sounds like an excellent idea,” Beast said.

     “I agree,” Mystique commented.

     “Is everyone on the same page, then?” Magneto asked. “We discuss amongst ourselves and then present them in, perhaps… an hour, and decide on which ideas to go forward with?”

     Every Mutant who was present and paying attention to the conversation nodded their heads.

     “Alright then,” Mystique said. “Everyone, rack your brains to come up with something good-- because obviously, our lives depend on it.”

     The knots in Moonstar’s stomach doubled again.

     She and the others had been dreading it for hours now, but the time had finally come.

     Here all the assembled Mutants stood, right on schedule (like they had any choice), lined up in front of Nimrod. Curiously, after they had escorted them to this field, all of the normal Sentinels had left, and were now nowhere to be seen.

     I suppose Nimrod doesn’t want to “cheat” when he kills us all. Not that it matters, anyway.

     The sun hung low in the sky, coloring the sky orange, the day nearly over. An oddly cool breeze wafted through the few palm trees on the edge of this field in the middle of the tropical island.

     Moonstar tried to suppress the thought that it was the last natural rush of wind she’d ever feel.

     It didn’t work.

     All of the assembled Mutants were well-organized, she had to admit. Logically, all of the stronger or faster Mutants were in the front, while the physically weaker ones were in the back, protected at least initially from Nimrod’s upcoming assault.

     Moonstar lamented that here she was, in the battle of her life, and her powers were useless against the only enemy they were fighting against. Colossus stood in front of her, protecting her from harm. Even though no one would admit it, she was a liability in this battle, nothing else.

     “Is everyone in acceptable condition?” Nimrod asked.

     It had been an exhausting day. Barely anyone had slept a wink, knowing what lay ahead of them. Still, all things considering, they were in fairly good health. For now.

     Xavier, Magneto, Mystique, and Callisto all reluctantly nodded.

     “Very well,” Nimrod said, raising a hand and charging up the laser housed in its palm. “Begin.”

     “I have it confirmed, sir. Our satellites show that the fireworks on Genosha have begun, so to speak.”

     “What about the ETA on that supersonic bomber?” Nick Fury asked, looking out one of the side windows of the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier as the last visible bits of Californian coastline disappeared over the horizon.

     “It’s far ahead of us, sir, passing over Hawaii right now,” one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. engineers responded, typing furiously on a keyboard as he glanced back and forth between the multiple information screens in front of him. “It should reach the island in approximately half an hour.”

     “Alright then,” Nick Fury said grimly. “Continue to monitor the situation—closely. Keep the scanners attuned to Nimrod’s energy signature. If it goes off-line, tell me immediately and I’ll order the bomber back around. If not…. if not, it means that even over 40 Mutants can’t stop that thing, and we’ll be left with only one option….”

     Nick Fury paused for a second, not wanting to complete the sentence he had begun.

     “...The nuclear option,” Fury reluctantly finished.

     Things were not going well, Sabretooth had to admit. Now that he expected any differently.

     It was only five minutes into the battle now, but they were clearly making no progress whatsoever. Granted, no one had died yet, but Nimrod was obviously holding back in that regard. The new Sentinel was clearly attuning its sensors and shields to everyone’s powers, making sure it was deflecting everyone’s attacks perfectly. It wouldn’t be too long before Nimrod was satisfied with its progress and started to eliminate them all one-by-one, though.

     Sabretooth’s thoughts were interrupted as Berzerker’s electric blast ricocheted off of Nimrod’s blasted force field right towards him. Leaping out of the way, Sabretooth nimbly dodged it, then came right back onto his feet.

     “Sabretooth, get ready for the three-pronged attack, Jean’s voice echoed in Sabretooth’s skull.

     Sabretooth hated having some goody-two-shoes teenager’s voice inside his head, but they had all agreed beforehand that telepathy was the best way to communicate battle tactics, that way Nimrod wouldn’t overhear them.

     Got it, Sabretooth thought back as he ran over to where Wolverine, Juggernaut, Colossus, Blob, Scaleface, and Beast waited several yards away from Nimrod’s left side.

     Sabretooth saw the other two teams gathering on Nimrod’s right and rear flanks. One of the plans they had come up with was a simultaneous attack on Nimrod using three vastly different attack strategies. While most of the Mutants kept Nimrod busy by attacking him from the front, their team would attack Nimrod with brute force, and another team—consisting of Iceman, Husk, Magma, Storm, Jubilee, and Pyro—would attack his right flank with elemental projectile blasts. Also at the same time, one last team—consisting of Jean, Magneto, Legion (in his Lucas persona), Avalanche, and Cyclops—would attack with blasts or fields made of pure force. The hope was that unleashing three wildly different kinds of attacks en masse on Nimrod all at once would overwhelm his force field and force the Sentinel to take actual damage from the attack.

     “We almost ready to do this?” Juggernaut asked impatiently. “Because if the others aren’t ready soon, I’m gonna bash one of you instead.”

     Almost as if in response, Jean’s voice echoed in all of their heads at once. Let’s do it! Now!

     Their whole team charged towards Nimrod, planning to collide with its force field just as the others fired their blasts at the Sentinel. Nimrod simply ignored them, focusing on the Mutants attacking him in the front.

     And then a few seconds later the moment of truth was upon them. Their whole team collided with Nimrod’s force field just as the other two team’s projectile blasts hit it from the other sides.

     It didn’t work.

     Although the team member at the front of the charge—Beast—went through the force field for a split second, the field quickly rebounded. The whole team collided with Nimrod’s force field and fell backwards, even Juggernaut.

     “Ow,” Blob groaned.

     “Impressive,” Nimrod said monotonously, “but my creator made my force field nearly impenetrable. Your tactic, such as it is, is ineffective—in fact, it is counterproductive, as now it has allowed me to better diversify the types of energy my field can reflect at one time.”

     Nimrod quickly raised his hand and fired a huge stream of energy from it at the “brute force” team, forcing them to jump in two different directions to avoid the stream of plasma.

     As Sabretooth grunted, landing on his back and looking up to see Wolverine diving towards him and just barely missing the energy stream, the next few moments went into slow motion from his point of view, as he suddenly remembered something he had almost forgotten about recently.

     Something that had been foretold many, many years ago….

     “Enough with the vague prophecies!” Sabretooth roared at Destiny, kicking the table separating them out of the way. “I came to see you for a reason—I was told you have the power to see the future! That means you can see every moment of a person’s life from this moment on! So tell me anything about Logan—where he is, his weaknesses, someone I can use against him, anything! Or I swear, I’ll gut you right here and now!”

     “My p-powers don’t work that way!” Destiny insisted, scared out of her wits as she backed away from the raging Mutant. “I see the different paths the future may take, the most likely outcomes! I can never predict anything for certain, and despite what some exaggerated tales about me may insist, I can’t see everything in the future! Otherwise, wouldn’t I have avoided this meeting with you in the first place, with the way you’re reacting to this!?”

     Sabretooth reached a clawed hand up to bring down on the shuddering Destiny, but stopped. Reluctantly, he had to admit that what she had just said made sense.
     “Fine, then,” Sabretooth growled. “Then at least tell me how Logan will die. So that I can be there when it happens.”

     “Y-your hatred towards Logan will resolve itself in the end,” Destiny said, still frightened. “I can see this much-- one of you will fall by the others’ hand.”

     “Who? Which one of us will die!?” Sabretooth roared, tired of Destiny beating around the bush.

     “I don’t know, I swear!” Destiny said. “My visions are never that specific!”

     Sabretooth smashed a hole through the wall in frustration, then reluctantly turned and left Destiny to her damaged house.

     I guess I’ll just have to make sure it’s me that takes the initiative, Logan…

     Sabretooth grinned as Wolverine fell closer to him, nearly on top of him by now.

     Lightning quick, Sabretooth raised his feet out in front of him and caught Wolverine in the stomach.

     “Creed, what are you—“ was all Wolverine managed to get out before Sabretooth pushed his hated enemy back into the stream of plasma.

     The plasma blast was so hot Logan didn’t even have time to scream in pain. He went into the stream with a look of surprise etched on his face, and all that came out the other end was a sizzling adamantium skeleton, which clattered against the ground.

To be continued…
 

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