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"So Joshua when are we going to move out?" Danielle asked cleaning out her glock. "I don't know," Joshua answered, "when is your team ready to move out?" "Right now," she replied. Joshua turned and grabbed his coat. Strapping his equipment to his side and then strapping a bow and quiver to his back, as well as a sword to his belt, he turned to the rest of the team. "Alright, I understand that one of you is a teleporter...think you can get us all there?" "Provided you hold onto me and don't let go yes." Danielle moved to the center of the room and held out her hands. "Alright you guys know the drill." Joshua grabbed hold of Danielle's sho

 The moon is my mother, the stars are my father and I am their child. I am a child of the night. There are more people like me I am just merely one of them. I rule these children of the night as their queen. I'm happy as I am and as I ever will be. For like the stars I am here forever. Not a day more and not a day less. I have outlived all and yet I look no older than a young maiden. I've walked this earth for 12,000 years. I saw Caesar and Napoleon. I tipped my hand to Joan of Arc. I fought along side George Washington. I've seen the world. I helped workers build The Great Pyramids of Giza. I witnessed Atlantis slip fatefully into the sea. I

Verse one The Tardis comes down to get you While Voldemort lies in wait to kill you Pour me a brimming flask of dwarven ale Cause I port out safe and soundly but I'll miss your tail around me I'd send an owl to ya dear Cause we wish you were here! Verse two We'd argue why smurfs are light blue and if we'd live on xandu Until the whole class just stopped and stared We'd sit there laughing the rest of our days Or until they get the mayonnaise and we have ourselves a hobbit meal But drenched in the nerdy highlights We'll stay up here all night Or else Stewie'll kill us in our sleep As many times as Wolvie drinks I'll think of y

Enigma loved the rhythm of his breathing and the thump-thump of his heart as he slept. His mind nestled over the surface of hers like a warm blanket. Here she was comfortable. Her thin fingers trailed lazy circles on his chest as she breathed his almost intoxicating scent. Her mind buzzed with the blur of the night before. She held the memory close as if she were afraid it would disappear like a mirage. Noticing a small flutter of his eyes she gave him a gentle kiss snuggling back into the small indent in his chest. "Good morning Charles," she whispered nuzzling his chest. The telepath gave a content hum in response, not fully awake yet.

Enigma’s first kill was an accident. A result of being pushed too far, and being terrified because of it. "Again!" the scientist snapped shoving her into the wall. Not too hard though. Wings were delicate things, last thing they needed was their most successful experiment getting damaged. "I’m trying!" she whimpered. She was still just a girl. She wasn’t a killer. She wasn’t a freak. She was a little girl who’d been taken by bad men to be turned into a bad thing. She focused again trying to bring her mind back to her. "You’re still in here!" he snarled pointing to his head. His face was mere inches away fr

Enigma loved the rhythm of his breathing and the thump-thump of his heart as he slept. His mind nestled over the surface of hers like a warm blanket. Here she was comfortable. Her thin fingers trailed lazy circles on his chest as she breathed his almost intoxicating scent. Her mind buzzed with the blur of the night before. She held the memory close as if she were afraid it would disappear like a mirage. Noticing a small flutter of his eyes she gave him a gentle kiss snuggling back into the small indent in his chest. "Good morning Charles," she whispered nuzzling his chest. The telepath gave a content hum in response, not fully awake yet.

Saturday 18th 8:48 P.M.- 9:57 P.M. I will knowingly and willingly admit that I am cramming, I spend a lot of time on my own anyway so this isn't much of a problem. I also know we are supposed to learn something profound about ourselves; but what more can a madman learn from their own depraved mind? What more can I learn by quieting my mind so much that no thoughts come forth? it would defeat the purpose, what I know I should have learned during our two weeks of this. Two weeks I spent working on other, more pressing, assignments and worrying how on the face of this green earth I was going to get this project done. I was going to spend the f

I quickly caught Lusa up as best as I could and she quickly went to work bandaging students as best as she could while I went back to my office to make the phone call I'd hoped I wouldn't have to make. "Xavier's school for gifted youngsters," came Ororo's familiar voice "Ororo I need the enigmas, and Kurt. Our schools been attacked." "What?" She asked in utter disbelief. "Our school has been attacked by a group of hostiles for the...actually I've lost count of how many times they've attacked us. I need the enigmas to help with the security, would it be ok if the rest of them stayed?" I tried to keep myself composed as best as I could, but s

Iggy was cold, wet, injured quite badly and hungry. Her life before Nyx, what little she could remember, told her this was essentially a death sentence. Part of her didn't mind this, it was a fitting punishment for all of her crimes, but another part of her wanted to enjoy her newfound freedom. Seyrah had worked so hard to free her, to heal her just enough for escape to be possible, it'd be a waste to give up now. Such a waste. She could almost hear her voice taunting her, reminding her just how close she came to freedom and how far she'd fallen away from it, as she collapsed from a combination of hunger, dehydration, and exhaustion. She was