X-Men: The (fan fic) Series

Here is a sneak peak at the pilot episode of my X-Men: The (Fan Fic) Series which starts September 20th.

“Rogue,” Quicksilver called her name over the line when Avalanche didn’t answer.

“On it,” she said instantly, slipping the files she had taken into her brown leather jacket.

Running for the stairwell, she pulled off her gloves and tucked them into her pockets. The Boy Scout, though he liked to call himself Cyclops, had probably gotten to Avalanche and while Dom could take a hit from Cyclops optic blast, maybe even two or three, that was no reason to assume he was okay if he wasn’t answering.

Taking the steps two at a time, she made her way up to the ground floor but she was at the East end of building from the lobby, she’d have to take the long connecting hallway to get to him.

Snikt.

Upon exiting the stairs and hearing the distinctive sound, Rogue managed to duck just in time as a pair of Adamantium claws swiped over her head.

Rolling, she was back on her feet within seconds, facing down the man known as Wolverine. He was about her height and made up for his lack of stature with a very gruff and intimidating presence. The mutant’s gift was a healing factor that left most others in the dust, practically coming back from the dead on more than one occasion.

She would know, she had seen it in his head.

“Well, at least you’re learning,” Rogue frowned as she took in the high collar leather biker jacket he wore, with matching full gloves, leaving only the skin of his head vulnerable to her touch. “What we at now, 12-8?”

“I don’t keep track,” he said with a growl, releasing the Adamantium claws in his other fist.

“Sure ya do,” she grinned, then made her move.

Diving low, she kept under his first swing, then bought up both arms in a boxer’s defense to block his second attack. His entire skeleton had been replaced with the toughest metal on Earth and that meant he had a lot more weight behind his punches than his build would suggest.

She tried to reach up and grab his face but he was quicker than he looked, another swipe coming at her head. Ducking again, she managed to slip around him, trying to reach back behind her and grab his neck on her way. Sensing what she was doing, he lunged forward out of her grasp.

Frustrated, Rogue bounced on her toes as she turned to face him, the man laughing. “Same ol’ moves there, skunk,” he brought his claws up.

Practically growling as the voice of Wolverine taunted her both in person and in her head, she got ready to attack again, “Bring it, short stack.”