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Post by bamf on Oct 25, 2004 10:21:10 GMT -4
Wide-eyed and trembling, terrified by the horrible monster and the angry thunderstorm, the tiny clone called Bamf clung to the back of his grandfather's * dusty clothing and peered into the living nightmare that was the mansion's main hall. He was more frightened than he had ever been. Given a choice, Bamf would never have left the only spot he really felt safe. But he knew enough to know that when Wolverine popped his claws he'd better find somewhere - anywhere - else to be. He chose the only place that made sense. His favorite hiding place. ** With a soft implosion of air, he vanished from where he clung to Logan's clothes and reappeared in the swaying lights and crystals above the room. Only this time, the chandelier made Bamf feel anything but safe. He clung to it and looked down at the monster threatening Miss Ororo. He closed his eyes in fear as Wolverine growled and leapt at the monster. Helpless to do anything, Bamf began to cry.
*Well sorta...
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**Anyone need to tinkle?
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Post by mutantx on Oct 25, 2004 13:52:08 GMT -4
Proteus whirled in surprise and anger at the sound of the voice, his face changing from its jack-o-lantern leer to a terrifying snarl.
[glow=yellow,2,300]"YOU...",[/glow] he said with rage as he spun and the tips of the metal claws raked across his chest. The ghastly figure screamed in pain through clenched teeth and looked down at the gaping wounds in its blackened flesh, now seeping brilliant yellow energy.
It seethed as it voiced its pain through twisted teeth and ragged breaths. The energy poured from its eyes and nose and mouth. It seeped through cracks in the ragged and burnt-up shell it wore.
Proteus no longer cared. With a scream of rage it lashed out at its attacker.
Wolverine's world exploded.
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Post by Logan on Oct 25, 2004 15:42:01 GMT -4
Logan hardly noticed when Bamf teleported off of his shoulder just before he lunged at Proteus. The only thing that made him remember that it had happened at all was the pungent stench of brimstone that filled the air, though to be honest Logan only half noticed that.
First blood had been drawn, Logan stood on the other side of Proteus with a wicked grin on his face as he turned around to look at the corpse of a man. Sickly yellow light was pouring out from three slashes that Logan had raked into his torso, as well as pouring out of his mouth, eyes and ears.
For a moment it looked like the monster was going to explode, but then instead, Logan’s world exploded. The walls around him bowed and warped impossibly in, like a deck of cards that were being shuffled together. Logan’s acute senses were reeling with the sensory input overload.
“Tha hell-”<br>
His words would hardly come out as he noticed that his body was no longer holding in his insides. Desperately he tried to stuff the organs and intestines back into his body, he held them in place with one bloody hand as he looked around at him. Reality was exploding; nothing was as it was supposed to be.
Sinking to his knees, Logan held one hand on his bloody stomach and the other to his head, completely unsure of what else he could do.
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Post by bamf on Oct 25, 2004 16:36:52 GMT -4
Bamf watched through tears as the monster attacked. He didn't understand what was happening but it terrified him. He climbed higher and clung to the chain that held the chandelier above the room.
He could see Wolverine was in terrible trouble. He could see that Miss Ororo was trapped and hurt and frightened.
He blinked down on all of them. He didn't know what else to do.
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Post by mutantx on Oct 25, 2004 16:53:07 GMT -4
An instinct of self-preservation brought Proteus out of his angry counterattack. His body was almost useless now.
He looked back at the woman....the beautiful woman....trapped in the prison he made for her. If he took her now, he would still have to deal with the man who, despite his situation was still deadly. Those damnable claws.
He turned back to the man. If he took that body instead, it would kill the man and he could save the woman and take her whenever he liked.
Proteus smiled. A better plan.
Reality around the body of the disemboweled man twisted once more as the final smoldering bits of ashen skin fell away from the creature's energy form. Around it, reality seemed to bend and twist as though seen through the haze of heat over a sundrenched highway.
The body of the man called Wolverine lay shivering on the ground. Whole once more. Powerful. Perfect for Proteus to feed on.
Proteus took him.
And both men shrieked in agony.
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Post by Logan on Oct 26, 2004 7:24:34 GMT -4
Then at once, as quickly as the assault on his reality had begun, it ended. Logan lay on face up on the ground, shivering and twitching slightly, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. But the real torment had only begun. Before he had a chance to even shake his thoughts free, Logan was suddenly consumed with an intense white pain that consumed him completely.
As Proteus tried to take his body, and his life, Logan howled in agony at the excruciating tearing sensation that was taking place throughout every fiber of his being. He literally felt as if he was being ripped in two, or that the essence of his being was being shredded, and the feeling seemed to last for eternity.
So consumed in his own suffering was he, that he didn’t even notice that Proteus was shrieking along with him.
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Post by mutantx on Oct 26, 2004 9:44:05 GMT -4
A blinding burst of phosphorescence engulfed the room. All around it, there was a deafening, reverberating, bodiless scream that drowned out the sound of the angry storm outside. As the light began to dim and coalesce into a solid form, the screaming voice converged on it. Together, they began to define the form of a man voicing his agony. Within the blinding, shifting shape it was possible to make out an enraged face.
[glow=yellow,2,300]"METAL!",[/glow] Proteus shrieked in surprise and disgust. The man's body was laced with it. Useless to Proteus. Lethal.
Proteus fought hard to reassemble his dispersed energies. The exertion was using up more and more of his power. He had to feed...now...or he would disperse. He would die.
With no alternatives left to him, Proteus turned his attention back to his prisoner. Once his gathering strength was enough, he would take her body for his own. Only moments now. The pain creased the creature's face as the glowing yellow energy continued to pull itself together.
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Post by bamf on Oct 26, 2004 10:49:47 GMT -4
Bamf viewed the scene below him in terrified silence and tried desperately to understand what he was seeing. Grandpa and Miss Ororo were dying and he couldn't think of anything to even help them.
He was too small.
Bamf was smarter than most people thought he was. Sneakier too. He had overheard his papa and the monster shouting when the monster first appeared. He knew that he was made to be useless.
Not for the first time, it made him cry.
The tiny clone helplessly hid in the enormous chandelier and watched, unable to do anything but cling to its heavy metal chain.
Bamf blinked in surprise. The chain...even the chandelier...was metal. The monster didn't like metal. And it hung directly over where Miss Ororo was trapped. He scrambled up the chain to the ceiling. The chain was looped through a heavy bracket. Though electric, the fixture was made to look like an old-fashioned candle-lit chandelier, with a chain that looped elegantly across the ceiling and down one wall for the house's servants to raise and lower the enormous metal object to clean the crystal and light its many candles. Bamf pulled at the chain with all he had. He pulled and grunted but it would not move.
With a soft implosion, the tiny creature disappeared from the ceiling and reappeared along the sidewall. Again he pulled frantically at the chain, but he was not able to move it.
He threw a nervous glance back to the monster. It was almost back together now. It had turned toward Miss Ororo and in only moments it would go back to hurt her again.
Bamf teleported to Wolverine's side. His grandfather was curled up. Shivering. Bamf laid a tiny hand on his brow, and stroked his forehead.
"Grampa...! Grampa...!", he shouted through tears. "You gotta wake up, Grampa...please..." Logan stirred but was unable to move. Bamf tried again, shouting. "You gotta get up, Grampa...! Gotta save Miss Ororo!" He tried to push Logan's head up with no success.
The monster was moving again.
Bamf did the only thing he knew to do. He went to try to stop it.
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Post by Logan on Oct 26, 2004 14:27:52 GMT -4
The screams stopped short so suddenly that as Logan lay on the ground twitching violently, he could have sworn he could still hear them echoing through the room. A word had been spoken amongst the tortured wails, though he could not place what it was. He could not even think one coherent thought.
A soft groan escaped his lips as he let go of the breath he had been holding. There was a sensation of fire that seemed to be pricking every nerve ending in his body at once, and though the onslaught had stopped, the pain was still excruciating.
With great difficulty, Logan rolled over to his side and pushed himself up to his hands and knees. He was completely oblivious to Bamf trying to talk to him.
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Post by mutantx on Oct 26, 2004 15:37:14 GMT -4
Proteus smiled again as his swirling energies converged. He took a painful step as he fought to hold his essence together and looked down upon the cowering woman still several steps away below the thick sheet of glass. In his weakening state, he would need to touch her, but only moments now and she would finally be his.
He took another step.
A flurry of small explosions rained about the creature's head and something tried - unsuccessfully - to strike at him and turn his course. The surrounding air began to fill with thick grey smoke. In annoyance, the creature lashed out at the source, only to find itself striking at thin air.
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Post by bamf on Oct 26, 2004 15:47:36 GMT -4
Bamf tried with all his strength to stop the monster. It barely knew that he was there.
"No no no no!", he shouted at the creature as he teleported again and again trying to find some way - any way - to stop it.
Then all at once, Bamf ran out of options. The monster reached out and snatched him from the air.
He screamed in fear.
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Post by mutantx on Oct 26, 2004 16:13:57 GMT -4
Proteus looked angrily at the squirming, squealing creature in his hands. He had to hold it in place with his mind. The sight of it brought Proteus to a stop. He thought for a moment about the infuriating Beast and his betrayals. The tiny clone that would never hold him...never live long enough whether he took him or not. He thought for a moment about Christine and her doll. The doll that she left him for when she kicked him out of the game those years ago.
The last day he ever really shared with his beloved sister.
A surge of pain shot through his weakening energy form and stirred him from his reverie. He grimaced at the small, imperfect, screaming...sabotaged clone. Images played out within his mind. The Beast's betrayals. Thirteen mutants. Jennie Banks. The return from oblivion. His sister's doll. The white haired woman. Christine.
Proteus shrieked in rage and pain as his powers lashed out at the tiny creature.
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Post by bamf on Oct 26, 2004 16:27:15 GMT -4
The small and very frightened clone screamed as Proteus's power reached out to him.
"Grampa! Get up, Grampa!", he pleaded with the struggling form of Wolverine. "Cut the chain! You gotta save Miss Ororo!"
Bamf felt as though he was drowning...dying. He hung in the air and tried to scramble this way and that as forces he did not understand felt like they were tearing his tiny body apart. He could not escape. Tears streamed from his terrified eyes and his voice caught suddenly in his throat, and still he tried harder. He shot Wolverine a tortured, pleading look and then as he started to scream once more the world around him seemed to twist inward on itself.
"The....chain....", he managed to say before his voice was lost in the deafening roar.
There was a horrible, stomach-churning rollercoaster ferris wheel distortion that twisted all reality around the tiny figure like ribbons around a May pole. It spiraled inward like some violent whirpool pulling all light, all sound, all matter with it. It lasted only a few seconds. Then quite suddenly, like it never was, it stopped.
The small, imperfect clone called Bamf was gone.
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Post by Logan on Oct 26, 2004 16:50:23 GMT -4
Bamf’s anxious screams cut through Logan’s pain-deadened mind. He blinked a few times, and when Bamf mentioned saving Ororo, he shook his head, bringing himself to a somewhat clearer awareness. Struggling to his feet, Logan looked up in time to hear Bamf scream one more time to cut the chandelier.
Just after he said that, the walking corpse began screaming at the struggling little clone, the sound rising in pitch quickly. He desperately wanted to rescue Bamf, but found that his body would not obey him. For the first time in a very long time, Logan found himself paralyzed with fear.
But even if he had moved, it couldn’t have been fast enough. In an instant, Bamf disappeared.
Trembling, Logan used all of his energy to make it to the chandelier. Extended claws cut through the chain like it was made out of butter, sending the massive chandelier crashing down all around Storm.
Falling to his knees, Logan found that he could not stop his teeth from chattering.
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Post by mutantx on Oct 26, 2004 17:44:47 GMT -4
Proteus stood for a long moment head down, in silence. He was swiftly losing control of his corporeal form. The actions of the tiny clone and the clawed man had left him nowhere to turn to. It was only moments before he would be faced again with oblivion.
There was a sadness in the shifting shape of his eyes...not for himself, but for his failures. Even the smallest things he tried to do had eluded him.
He never saw his mother.
He never really saw Christine. He wanted so much to. To talk to her. To share her mind once more.
He thought again of the doll. He thought again of the screaming, struggling imperfect clone.
With the only sources of sustenance near him covered and laced with lethal metal he was simply out of time. Out of luck once again. His form was losing shape. He was a wafty, yellow ghost that turned suddenly and spoke to the shivering man called Wolverine.
[glow=yellow,2,300]"Tell Christine....", [/glow]he began in a soft and echoing voice.
[glow=yellow,2,300]"Tell her that I loved her."[/glow]
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