By Ryan Ledgerwood
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DISCLAIMER: Anyone/thing that is owned by anyone is their own property. Anything that you don't recognize is probably soemthing that I made up. If you want to use them, then ask. There's cussing in this story, so if you don't like it, DON'T READ IT! Nobody's holding a gun to your head...I think.
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"He's here. That bastard is close. I can FEEL it," thought Sam. Bile rose into his throat as he thought of how he killed his sister in cold-blood. He slowly reached behind him and drew his 9mm from his back holster. He had made few carreer choices since he quit--no, he was forced out of--the X-Men, now he is a government agent.
"How ironic," he thought. "When I was an X-Man, I was hunted by the very thing I have now become." He excelled in his chosen division, paranormal phenomenon. He knew of no Mulder or Scully in his division, and that was a minor relief. He knew that if he had any friends to speak of, they would tease him for sure if he had anyone with that surname in his division.
He slowly made his way down the semi-crowded New York street, gun by his side. It was nearly midnight, and there was not much chance of someone getting into the crossfire if it came to that. He saw glint of metal out of the corner of his eye, and dropped to the ground. He heard the clang of a sword connecting with the wall above him, taking some of his hair with it. The attacker grunted, and the sword slid out of the wall.
Sam turned onto his back, and fired twice quickly in succession towards the black shape of his attacker. Unsure whether they did any damage, he rolled towards the street, and stood up, taking stock of his attacker.
The attacker was a dark creature, nearly impossible to describe. It seemed to absord light, much like a black hole. The sword in his right hand flashed once, and became a double sided hand-axe. "This man must know I am an external," thought Sam. "He's going for my head."
"Fear me, lowly external, for you are fighting the invincible Black Hole!" gloated the creature.
"The Black Hole, eh?" asked Sam. "I'm sorry to say, but I am very attached to my head, so I am afraid that I must keep it for a while longer."
"Foolish mortal. Feel the wrath of the mystical Apacöllor!" cried the Black Hole as the hand axe flew towards Sam's head again. When the axe came in contact with Sam's blast field, a blinding light appeared, stunning both combatants for a few seconds.
"Ugh," said Sam. "That was fun." He tried to fly. "My...my blast field!" he cried, as he crumpled to the ground. "It's gone!"
"Of course fool, that is one of the properties of Apacöllor. Any sort of biological field is shorted out when it comes in contact with the mystical metal."
"Thanks for the info, chum." Sam glanced behind the Black Hole. "Excuse me, sir? I belive that your ride is here."
The Black Hole looked hehind him, and stared. Twenty government agents, with Genoshan ray guns aimed towards him.
"Funny thing, those Genoshan ray guns. You see, they blast a ray that negatates mutant powers, much like their predicessor, the Genoshan collars. Now, I'm sure your powers aren't totally mutant in origin, but what do you think would happen if we blasted you with not one, but twenty of them?"
Even though the Black Hole wasn't the most bright person, he knew when he was licked. He srank back to the wall, stepped into a shadow, and dissappeared.
"Blast it!" shouted Sam. Then he realized what he said. "No, wait, belay that order. Will someone tell me who the hell was that? I was on the trail of..." He then realized something. The signal that told him that his sister's killer was near was gone. In fact, now that he thinks about it, the Black Hole WAS his sister's killer. "That's impossible," he shouted. He looked around at the agents staring at him. "Sorry," he said. "I was talking out loud."
"So boss-man, what happened" asked a gaunt twenty-something man. "I leave you out of my sight for two minutes, and you nearly get yourself killed. Sheesh."
"Funny, Connors, real funny. I damn near got my head chopped off, that's what. Listen, y'all work here, I'm going home." With that, Sam yawned, and hailed a taxi.
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"So, Mr. Black Hole, are you satisfied with the Chosen One? Are you convinced that he has the proper qualifications for our plan?"
"Yes, quite. He will satisfy his destiny quite well."
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"Hey Connors, ya know the vacation I'm always saying I'm going on? Well, I'm taking it this weekend. Sorry for the late notice, but something really important came up. Tell everyone I'll be back in a while. Thanks." He hung up and shook his head. "I love voice mail," he said.
He glanced at the paper tightly clutched in his hand. "Damn you," he said. "Damn you to hell."