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Chapter 10: Camp Fear
“Well, so much for stealth. They must have advanced sensors!”
Piotr got up and looked through the windshield, seeing several soldiers on the guard tower and
concrete walls shooting at the jet. Moira fired back with the twin lasers.
“Proximity alert has been activated! Repeat! Proximity alert has been activated!”
“This place must be destroyed,” said Xavier.
“Open the back,” said Piotr. “I'll keep them busy!”
Bobby burst up out of his chair.
“I'm going with you!”
Piotr turned to Bobby and nodded. Moira flicked one of the switches on her console, opening
the loading ramp. Scott held up a hand in front of them.
“Get down there, and try to help as many of those mutants as you can,” ordered Scott.
“What about me?” asked Hank. “You're not counting me out of this one.”
“Wasn't planning on it. You're coming with me. Two teams. You and me, and Moira and the
Professor. We're heading for the control centre, and we're going to see if we can find Kelly, or whoever
else is in charge.”
Piotr rushed to the edge of the ramp.
“Enough talk! Let's see how they handle a Russian airdrop!”
Piotr lunged off the ramp, holding his fists over his head. When he landed on the ground in the
middle of the complex, he slammed his fists down, sending out a shockwave that knocked away several
of the MRD officers. Yelling into the air, he then ran forward and punched away the nearest officer as
more shot at him.
Bobby was about to jump off the ramp when Scott put a hand on his shoulder.
Bobby turned to look at him.
“Good luck,” said Scott.
Bobby exhaled and nodded before steeling himself and turning around. Jumping forward, he
skated down the air, tossing ice blasts as he spiralled his way towards the ground. The ice blasts struck
MRD officers in the chests, knocking them out. A commanding officer at the front of the pack extended
his right arm, equipping an electrified club attached to his wrist.
“Units Two and Three!” shouted the officer. “Equip riot weapons and engage! Unit Four! Get
the prisoners back!”
Two dozen officers equipped their electrified clubs. The rest of the nearby officers began
hurriedly pushing the remaining mutants into the bunkers. Piotr gritted his teeth.
Piotr charged forward, barrelling down on the line of officers. Smashing through a squad of
three, he stampeded towards a group of chained mutants. Several of the officers lashed out with their
clubs and struck at Piotr's skin, causing him to seize up in pain as the electricity rippled across his
Bobby shook off a handful of bullets shot at him, which bounced off his frozen form. Kicking
away the closest officer, Bobby then skated up and around Piotr, emitting a continuous ice beam which
froze the legs of the officers who were attacking him. As the officers stopped moving, Piotr pushed past
them, still running towards the line of chained mutants.
An officer holding the mutants pulled out his pistol to shoot at Piotr, but was too slow and
punched to the side. Piotr then swung his fist the other way, smashing it against the head of another
officer, splitting his helmet in half. Two more officers activated their arm-mounted energy shields,
trying to block his blows. Instead, Piotr's enraged flurry of punching strikes shattered the bones in their
wrists, causing them to shriek in pain and flop to the ground, incapacitated.
Taking and deflecting more bullets off his skin, Piotr kicked the last guard away, snapping her
ribcage with the impact. He then took a moment to exhale. The guard he kicked was on her back,
flailing about and groaning in agony. Piotr stood above her, looking down.
“Don't mess with the mutants,” he said, leaving her to writhe on the ground.
Bobby slid on the ground over to him, and reached for the nearest mutant in the chain, who was
a young Japanese girl with blue hair. Bobby reached out and grabbed at her handcuffs.
“What's your name?” asked Bobby.
“Uh . . . . N-Noriko.”
Bobby's hand froze the handcuffs, snapping them in half.
“Noriko, huh? Well, you're welcome in advance for setting you free.”
Bobby then grabbed the collar around her neck, freezing and shattering it. Noriko massaged her
neck, which had bruises, gashes and multiple injection marks.
“Thank you,” whispered Noriko.
Bobby nodded and grabbed at the chain-link attached to the rest of the mutants in the line,
freezing and breaking all their bonds at once. The ten mutants all smiled, their eyes lighting up.
“You want to thank us for this?” asked Bobby. “Then help us trash this place!”
“But . . . . who are you?” asked another mutant.
Bobby waited for a moment as a twin laser blast flew overhead, incinerating another guard
tower. He smirked at the sound of the explosion.
“Us? Well . . . . we're the X-Men. Duh.”
“Excuse me, gentlemen.”
Swinging downward on an overhead beam, Hank kicked the two MRD guards from behind,
catapulting them both against the nearby concrete wall. With them knocked out, he then softly landed
on the floor. Scott turned the corner behind him and stood next to Hank. He eyed the door in front of
them, which had a small panel to the side of it, with a key card slot and a red light.
“It appears we need a key to be granted entry.”
Scott snorted before firing an intense optical blast at the door, blowing it open. He calmly
walked in without responding. Hank shrugged.
“Or, we could do that.”
The room was faintly lit, only by a couple of dim lamps and a computer monitor at a corner
desk. It was a lab, with several tables all placed in a parallel formation, and various experiment beakers
and test tubes strewn about. A water tank was situated on the far left side of the room, with multiple
electric eels swimming about in murky, blue-green water. A sticker label attached to the tank read
'Property of Oscorp Industries'.
Hank closed one eye and scratched his chin as he stared at some of the small, organic specimens
in their containers. The one right in front of him was a four centimetre wide ball of grey mush, with six
tiny, worm-like tentacles sticking out from it, sloshing about in the fluid filled container.
“Come on, we have to . . . .”
Scott paused as he looked at the video being played on the computer monitor. Sucking in a
breath, he slowly moved around a table and stood in front of it. Hank looked over his shoulder and then
followed to where Scott was. Silently, they both watched the video. A marker was situated on top of the
footage, at the bottom left of the screen.
P. Project, C. Trial.
The footage was grainy, with both flickering and glare present. The low-quality of the image
was not helped by the poor lighting of the room it showed, with only a single overhead light shining
down on the subject in the middle. It was a bulbous, sickly, yellow sac, about a metre in diameter.
Strands of thick, glistening webbing of the same colour covered it, attaching it to the floor in numerous
The sac was gestating, and eventually began to crease. Splitting open, it emanated a large
amount of grey dust and spores upward into the room. A single, fleshy, beige mass, covered in slime
and mucus, started to pull itself out of the split in the sac. After a few seconds of struggle, it released
itself, pushing into view.
It had long, red hair.
The mass had the shape of a female human, with its naked breasts and stomach in full view.
Gelatinous fluid crept down its skin, giving it a kind of unnatural glow. Sticking out its arms, it then
pulled a flab of skin off of the place where its face was, revealing itself.
It had green eyes.
Scott felt his mouth hang open.
“What the hell . . . .?”
“It can't be . . . .”
The creature stared at the camera for a few more seconds and hissed before the video cut out.
Hank gulped, looking over at Scott, who had a stern, unmoving face. Their silence was broken by the
sound of a feminine scream in the distance.
Scott ran towards the other side of the room, shoulder charging through the door and breaking it
off its hinges. He found himself in a hallway bridge between two buildings of the complex, with the
side walls made of transparent glass. He could see the battle between the freed mutants and the MRD
officers in the distant courtyard, but paid it no mind, continuing to run down the hall. Hank followed
behind, running on all fours to catch up.
As Scott made it to the door at the end of the hall, it automatically opened, receding into the
ceiling. Stopping as he made it a few paces into the room, he looked around the large, dimly lit hall. At
the far end was a large, draped chair, with a man sitting in it. He had ghostly white skin, with a red
diamond tattooed on his forehead. His suit was stripped black, and had the appearance of glistening
flesh. Several strand-like capes extended up from his shoulders, covering his back. He had a short,
black haircut, and crimson eyes without a trace of humanity in them.
Sinister leaned back and grinned, folding his hands together.
Scott slowed his breathing as Hank reached him, standing at his side. The door closed behind
“Who are you?”
Sinister sat forward, putting one of his elbows on his knee.
“I know who I am, Scott. The real question is . . . . who are you?”
Moira walked into the observation room first, noticing that there was only one person there.
Xavier rolled in behind her. The man was staring out the window, with his hands behind his back.
“Senator,” said Xavier.
Kelly turned around to face the two, with narrowed eyes. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of
his nose before responding.
“Charles Xavier. The man of the hour. I was told to expect you and your hit squad.”
“They're my students.”
“And what do you teach them? Breaking and entering? Murder? Domestic terrorism?”
Moira grumbled under her breath, but Xavier gestured for her to stay put.
“That's right,” said Kelly. “You just keep your little Scottish SHIELD bitch back.”
Xavier furrowed his brow.
“Oh, you thought we didn't know about that?” asked Kelly, chuckling. “We knew all about it.
It's part of the reason we had to up our timetable. Obviously you can figure out that we didn't wait until
it was legal to build this camp, but, we were in a bit of a rush, so, it's not technically fully finished.”
“And it never will be, Senator,” said Xavier. “This ends now.”
Xavier pressed two fingers to his temple, closing his eyes. Kelly grinned. After a moment,
Xavier groaned and opened his eyes in shock.
“Your mind . . . . it's . . . .”
“Having some trouble, Professor?”
Kelly chuckled again, tapping his temple with his knuckles.
“Special implants, courtesy of my benefactor, Doctor Essex. Or, as he prefers, Mister Sinister.”
Moira tilted her head to the side.
Kelly scoffed before continuing, folding his arms.
“He has an eye for the theatrical, that one, but you can't argue with his results. Psi-blockers,
fully capable of stopping any kind of psychic probe or attack. Thus making you, Professor Xavier,
“Sinister is using you, Senator,” started Xavier. “We've seen his files. He doesn't want to kill
mutants. He wants to perform experiments on them.”
“Of course he does. I knew that going in. But dead, in custody, what does it matter? Soon
enough, mutants will be off the streets of my state, and as we expand, so too will they wiped off the
map of the entire country. And if I get a term of the Presidency out of it, who am I to complain about
“You're insane,” said Moira.
“You act like I care about your opinions,” responded Kelly. “You have no power here.”
Kelly reached for the top drawer of the desk near him, pulling out a revolver.
“And without any powers . . . . well, you can't really defend yourself, can you, Professor?”
Kelly aimed the gun at Xavier. Moira instantly pulled her pistol out of its holster and fired a
shot through Kelly's heart. The shot stunned him, causing him to drop his gun. Gritting her teeth, Moira
fired another shot, this time in the middle of his chest. The second shot knocked him to the ground, and
he coughed out a final breath.
Xavier looked at her as she slowly lowered her pistol, with a frown on her face.
Noriko shouted as she opened both of her palms, emitting a large net of electric blasts, which
shocked three of the MRD officers. The chaotic battle in the courtyard had spilled across the whole
facility, as dozens of mutants were battling hundreds of officers. Energy blasts, flames, shockwaves,
bullets, rockets and grenades filled the air.
One of the MRD tanks exploded after being covered in fire, and a nearby officer shouted into
“We need heavy fire support, now!”
Throwing another officer off of a mutant who had been tackled to the floor, Piotr then looked up
to see a dropship flying overhead. A metallic object dropped off the bottom of it, and landed on the
ground with a shockwave so massive that it cracked the ground for several metres, shaking the entire
The object was a heavily armoured battle mech, standing two metres tall. It had a humanoid
shape, but most of its mass was taken up by the top section, which was a torso with a glass windshield,
showing an officer piloting it. One of its arms had a heavy cannon with an attached missile launcher,
and the other had a dual-pronged claw. The entire mech had a green and gold colour scheme.
The pilot, whose face was covered with a full mask, activated the controls.
“Kraken-class riot mech activated,” said the pilot.
The pilot looked at Piotr.
“Priority target acquired. Engaging X-Men.”
The mech lumbered forward, firing tank shells from its heavy cannon. Piotr dodged the first but
was struck by the second, and the crushing blow sent him flying backwards against the wall of a
bunker. The torso section then began firing streams of bullets at the nearby mutants, cutting down four
of them. Bobby, after knocking out another officer with an ice blast, looked over his shoulder to see the
mech attacking the mutants. Gasping, he then began skating towards it.
A metallic rack on wheels rolled into view, at Sinister's right side. It was a piece of scientific
equipment, holding Jean to it, her arms extended at her sides by clamps. A shiny helmet with several
coloured tubes and wires attached to it adorned her head, which was facing downward. Her eyes were
closed. Then, the Sapphire Weapon walked into view from Sinister's left.
Moaning in exhaustion, Jean pulled up her head, with her eyes barely able to stay open.
“S . . . . S-Scott . . . .”
“Let her go!”
Hank's eyes widened.
Scott roared and rushed forward, reaching his hand for his visor. The Weapon burst up to him,
elbowing him in the chest before backhanding him, knocking him away. Scott landed on the ground
near Hank, who crouched to help him. Sinister laughed as the Weapon calmly stepped back into place.
Hank helped Scott to his feet.
Wiping his mouth, Scott stared at the Weapon.
“We know who you are, Jean-Paul,” said Scott. “Why not show yourself, coward?!”
Sinister grinned and sat back again. The Weapon turned to look at him. Sinister nodded in
response. The Weapon then looked at Scott again as the mask broke apart and receded into the suit,
revealing his face. Scott gasped and was silent for several seconds before speaking.
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