A flight into darkness ((OPEN))

[jean]

Carol stood at the top of the building that she called home. She looked down at the streets and saw all the cars moving along the there black surfaces. "How can I just be standing here?" Carol asked herself this with a disturbed look on her face. She then moved onto the bricks that where put together all around the building edge so that no one could fall off. Jumping, Carol, moved in twirls and flips until she was about one hundred feet above the cold sidewalk that was below. She was floating. One of her favorite things to do. Carol looked along the tall building that she had just jumped off. Starting to soar beside the many buildings, Carol, heard yelling and one big bang. Carol looked back and saw only two people standing there with blood spilling out of one of the men. Feeling great pressure on her scull, Carol, fell to the ground. She noticed that she had hit her head on the building that, just moments ago, she had been looking at. Hitting the stone cold ground, Carol, fell into unconsciousness.

[erin]

Mystique

Mystique stayed in her assumed skin. Her "friend" toppled bleeding. Too bad he'd wanted so much money. Dumb Sapien.

But shooting him - a loser with no family or connections - had brought a certain blonde heroine running. And that had been the plan.

Mystique grabbed Ms. Marvel's blonde mane and yanked it up so that she peered into the woman's face. "Looking a little under the weather," Mystique rasped in her inhuman voice, "Perhaps I should take you someplace...someplace where your mutant wannabe friends can't find you."

The other gang member, a young hispanic with tattoos all down his neck and face approached carefully. "I did what you told me too, senor."

"Yes." Mystique aimed her gun, "You did."

Bang. That took care of the witnesses and, technically helped the city. The mayor was always yacking about cleaning the streets.

Mystique lifted the gullible hero into her arms and slipped into the shadows.

(This okay Ms. Marvel? Any suggestions?)

[jean]

((Yeah it is fine Rouge. It is also your post so you can do whatever you want if it is not breaking the rules ;D))

X-23:

X-23 ran down the street that someone had just got shot on. Why would people want to do that? she asked herself.

The young girl bumped into people while pushing them out of the way. She heard another bang and jumped. X-23 had finally reached the crowd around the person that had been shot and pushed her way into the circle of cops that were pushing everyone back. "Hey miss you gotta stay back!" X-23 looked in front of her and dove under a police mans arm and sniffed the air that floated still beside the dead man. She felt a tug from behind and got pulled back into the crowd by an angry police man. X-23 ran out of the crowd as a breeze came past her darkened skin. The young girl noticed the scent, as the scent that was floating in the air beside the dead man. She ran toward the smell and noticed that it led into a alley that the bang had came from. X-23 ran into the alley and looked at the dead body on the ground that was laying in a puddle of blood. She bent over and picked up the wallet that was lying beside the corpse, no cash was inside, odiously taken by the killer. Skimming over the crime seen with her sensitive eyes, X-23 smelt a mutant, familiar and infuriating at the same time. "Mystique," she spat at the ground in disgust and loathing. Dashing through alleys and leaping over busy streets, the mutant finally saw the blue form of her enemy. X-23's left hand shot up in a clenched fist, two metallic claws springing from her knuckles. Reaching down to the ground, the girl gave a swipe, her claws dug into the very pavement and brought a handful of cement up, hurling at the blue Brotherhood member before her. ((Done))

[mystique]

Mystique sighed. Couldn't just once, just once, things go according to plan.

These mutant traitors and mutated heroes all traveled in packs. It just wasn't fair. Did they have no sense of fair play?

Mystique dodged the thrown cement and quickly opened the lid of a large garbage bin and dropped the blond into it. She drew her weapon and faced an angry dark haired mutant.

She tried to place the X-Man. Ah, that clone of Wolverine...wasn't it? The rest of the Brotherhood had laughed at the idea of X-23 but after a while, they'd stopped laughing.

Mystique knew there was no reasoning with her. She was idiotically loyal to her X-Men pals.

"Do you have a name yet?" Mystique grinned and pulled the trigger. "I'd like to know what to put on your tombstone."

[jean]

((Hey, do you think the Admin would let me turn evil?))

X-23 felt soaring pain all across her chest. "Letting the bullets do a womans job are ya" X-23 yelled this to the girl while jumping out of the way and running over to the blue mutant. What kind of friend would she be if she couldn't save Ms. Marvel? Well. they weren't really friends but they were still fellow super heroes. Feeling the blood from her wound drip down off her chest, X-23, looked up at the lady and said "I know that Wolverine once stabbed you. And now it's my turn!" X-23 flew at the mutant and tried to stab her in the chest for the pain she had given all her teammates.

[mystique]

( You mean with X23? I dunno. Make sure you have a good reason for her to do so before you ask)

Mystique dodged. The razor sharp claws catching on her arm instead of plunging into her chest. "Naughty girl." Mystique hissed and brought her leg up in a swift graceful arc, aiming for X23's face.

[NPC]

NPC is X-23

X-23 took the hit to her head, it hurt but not enough to slow her down. She caught Mystique arm and twisted it. Something snapped.

"Never, Never call me girl." X-23 smirked and flung the blue mutant into a wall. "And my name is none of your business."

X-23 opened the lid of the trash bin and called down to the still hero, "Mrs. Marvel?"

There was no response. X-23 lugged the woman out and checked her pulse. She was okay. Just unconcious.

X-23 turned intending to carry the limp hero to a hospital. Mystique was no where to be seen and her scent had grown confused.

[NPC]

NPC is Mrs. Marvel

Carol's eyes fluttered and she looked up to see X-23's tawny face. She had the very Wolverine set of her jaw that made her look more wild and masculine then ever.

"What's going on?" Carol touched her head, rubbing her skull. She smelled terrible.

[NPC]

NPC is X-23

X-23 gave an abbreviated version of the events, spending plenty of time on her own ruthless actions. She liked to watch other heroes stare at her as she gloried in violence. Their expressions could be very funny.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?"

[NPC]

NPC is Mrs. Marvel

"I think I'll just fly home and get some asprin and a good night's sleep. I wonder why Mystique wanted me though...she always hated me..." Carol shook her head. She took to the air and waved at X-23. "Thanks for the save, kiddo. Maybe I can return the favor sometime."

Carol headed home, allowing the cool wind to run through her hair and sooth her battered head. It also subdued the stench of garbage.

[NPC]

NPC is X-23

X-23 waved back, a jerky version so brief that she hoped it looked like a blur. She wasn't really the hugs and kisses, thanks and I'm your best friend type.

She turned down the street, heading home to the X-Mansion.

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