Age Of Onslaught 
	Part 23/37

        ... she came awake with a jerk.
        Terry looked up from her corner, then looked back down, she looked
even more miserable than the others.
        - What the hell was that dream about? - Cecilia thought to herself,
pondering at the unexpected dream, - I mean, I've never had a thing for
Creed, I always figured him and Rogue would get together some day. -
        That was another thing, at the beginning of the dream, she'd been
eating out Rogue, but she wasn't a lesbian! She'd never even had bisexual
tendencies.
        She knew that for a fact, one of the first nights in the Mansion
back in Westchester, Storm had come onto her.  She'd told Ororo she wasn't
a lesbian and the African beauty had just laughed.
        "I'm not either," she'd said,"I'm bisexual, you should try it, it's
the best of both worlds."
        She'd declined and not regretted it, hadn't even thought of it
until now.
        - Oh really, never even a little curious? - said a voice in her
head, it was hers, but for some reason the thought seemed alien.
        As she sat there, pondering all this, neither she nor the others
seemed to notice that in shadows of the one unoccupied corner of the
waiting room there was a hulking shadow within the shadows, and crimson
slits which might have been eyes.

        -

        The prisoner's cried out as a pink glow permeated the room, and
the gasps turned into screams of fear when it faded to reveal the dreaded
Beast - Dr. Henry McCoy.
        "Quickly, Pale Rider!" cried McCoy, seeing where they were,"We
have to get out of here!"
        "Why?" asked Wade, looking about,"What is this anyway?"
        "What do you mean, what is it? There are the holding pens where
we keep humans and low class mutants for my experiments, but we have
to get out of here immediately!"
        "Just a sec," muttered Deadpool, and shot his gun, blasting the
controls and lowering the forcefields,"This all reminds me a bit too much
of Killebrew's labs for my liking."
        "YOU IDIOT!" screamed McCoy.
        "Relax," said Wade, looking at the startled prisoners who suddenly
had freedom and didn't know what to do with it,"I'll teleport you out
before they tear you a new asshole."
        "NO!" cried The Beast,"You've given Sugarman access to even more
bio-matter to absorb! The moment he get's here he'll...."
        The ceiling crashed through, the bloated monstrosity crashing to
the floor with such velocity that it cracked the floor and fell through
a couple of meters, having to brace itself with it's long, thin arms
to keep from falling through.
        The prisoners screamed and began running, not going anywhere but
just slamming into walls, banging into each other, running in circles or
hiding wherever they could.  One of them ran to The Beast, their fear of
him over-ridden by their fear of Sugarman.
        "HELP US!" the man cried, grabbing The Beast's fur in his hands.
        The Beast headbutted the man, knocking him out.
        "Flatscan trash," he muttered, not noticing Deadpool's glare.
        "HEY!" screamed Wade, waving at Sugarman,"Over here, Jabba!"
        Sugarman's eyes shifted slightly, seeing Wade and dropping the
screaming human it held in one hand.  It remembered dimly that the man
with Wade was it's target, that it had to kill him, and Wade as well if
he got in the way.
        "What are you doing!?" cried The Beast,"Do you want it to chase
us?"
        "Yeah," Wade said,"I do."
        "Dammit, Pale Rider! This is no time to fall back into your
deathwish mode."
        "Shut the hell up, McCoy," said Wade, and McCoy recognized the
tone in his voice, he instantly shut his mouth.
        "This way sluggo!" Wade cried, smiling beneath his mask when
Sugarman began to drag it's bulk by it's arms (it's legs had disappeared
into the sagging folds of skin and fat).
        "You have a plan?" whispered McCoy out of the side of his mouth.
        "Kind of," said Wade.
        "YO! HUMANS!" Wade called out,"THIS WAY TO GET OUT!"
        He blasted the lock behind him, opening the door leading further
into the facility.
        The humans, seeing a way out, smashed their way through the door,
crowding and squeezing along.
        Now only McCoy and Deadpool were left behind.
        "This way, Doc," Wade said, leading him through the struts that
the energy screen would run through.  They stepped inside, their was a
smell in it, a mixture of collected sweat and fear.
        "Nice cramped conditions," Wade noted,"How'd you like to live in
here, McCoy."
        "You know as well as I Apocalypse's creedo," muttered McCoy, looking
uneasily at Sugarman as it approached them,"Survival of the fittest, if
they were fit, they wouldn't be in here."
        They pressed up against the furthermost wall, Sugarman was now
squeezing through the struts, moving in to get them.
        "Wait," said Wade, seeing McCoy's eyes shifting towards the exit.
        When Sugarman was fully inside the struts, it began to drag itself
towards them.  Wade grabbed McCoy by the shoulder and pulled him out from
the prisoner's area.  He hit the control panel, hoping that the one he had
blasted earlier wouldn't ruin his plan.
        With a hum the energy screen began to come back up.
        "BRILLIANT!" cried McCoy.
        "And here's the best part," muttered Wade, and shoved McCoy back
through the struts before the screen was fully up.
        "NO!" screamed McCoy,"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!"
        "You know as well as I Apocalypse's creedo," muttered Deadpool,
glaring angrily at The Beast, nodding at Sugarman as it eagerly approached
McCoy,"Survival of the fittest, if you were fit, you wouldn't be in there."
        The Beast tried to slip past Sugarman, hoping to dodge him long
enough to find a way out.  He flipped into the air, pressed his legs
against the wall and bounced past Sugarman, he felt a moment's elation
when he got past the abomination, and then one unnaturally long, thin
arm swiveled 360 degrees, snapped out and grabbed him in one huge, clawed
hand, squeezing him tight.
        This time the screams coming from Sinister's facility came from
The Beast, not one of his victims.

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        Factor X 7.
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        Sinister easily hid his distaste at the shivering, quivering
wreck sitting in front of him.
        He also hid his distaste for the two who had brought the man to
him, Warren Worthington The III - known by some as Angel - and Jeanne
Marie Baubier - Aurora.  They'd brought the man to him in the hopes of
getting reimbursed, Worthington wanted continued protection and to retain
his privileges while Aurora wanted to be the new leader of Factor X.
        Instead he smiled warmly (it was easy to fake emotions when you
were dead inside) at the human and said.
        "Now calm yourself, Rex, and tell me what happened."
        Rex was Apocalypse's gopher, at the last meeting of The Horsemen
when Apocalypse had suddenly demanded they leave his Fortress and that
Sinister and Holocaust take over his duties only Rex had remained, because
he was always needed.
        Since then, nobody had seen or heard from Apocalypse, the general
consensus from their enemies was that the High Lord was planning his
next assault on either Madripoor or Eurasia.  Sinister himself was a
trifle concerned, Apocalypse would want to plan with him, or at least
with Holocaust if he was going to attack.  But Holocaust had gone off after
one of the last of two known survivors from The Brotherhood so if Apocalypse
was plotting, it was on his own.
        Rex still shook and moaned occasionally, but he'd recovered a
great deal from the panic that had claimed him when he'd finally escaped
the Fortress.
        "After Apocalypse ordered you and the others to go," moaned
Rex,"He walked up to a wall and started asking it questions."
        Warren lifted an eyebrow at Aurora, who shrugged.
        "The wall's shadows seemed to turn into a shape, and it spoke
back," muttered Rex,"It told him it was The Fit, which seemed to please
Apocalypse."
        Sinister believed every word, he just didn't know what to make of
it.
        "What happened next?" he asked Rex, stroking his goatee.
        "Apocalypse just stood there, looking at the shadow shape in the
wall.  He stood there for an hour, then he fell over."
        Sinister raised an eyebrow.
        "It's true, I swear!" cried Rex,"He fell straight forward onto his
face and didn't move."
        Rex gulped down the water he'd been given, he didn't know it was
laced with a strong truth drug of Sinister's own design.  It was just a
way for the Horseman to confirming to himself that what Rex was saying was
the truth.
        "The shadow stepped free from the shadows," moaned Rex, starting
to shake some more, beginning to panic again,"It was huge, bigger even
than Holocaust if he was standing on Apocalypse's shoulders, almost as wide
as Holocaust and Apocalypse standing side by side.  When he stepped out of
the shadows I could see his costume.... it was him, he was back! BACK FROM
THE DEAD!"
        "WHO?" cried Sinister, grabbing him by the shoulders.
        "MAGNUS!" screamed Rex,"IT WAS MAGNUS!"
        Sinister released him, stood up and combed his hands through his
long, black hair.  He breathed deeply and calmed himself.
        "Did this.... Magnus, speak to you?"
        "He.... he... he looked at me funny, his head tilted at a peculiar
angle, it wasn't natural, a head can't move that way! And then he chuckled,
and it wasn't out loud but in my head.... and he said that I was to go
out and tell everyone that Apocalypse was dead, that he was the new man in
charge."
        Sinister took Rex by the sides of his head and held him steady,
looking deeply into his eyes.
        "Calm yourself, Rex, you've fulfilled your duties, calm down and
be at peace, you'll be all right."
        Rex gulped, breathed deeply and allowed a little smile to cross
his face.
        "I'll.... I'll be all right?"
        "I swear," said Sinister, still looking into his eyes,"You'll never
feel pain again."
        He snapped Rex's neck.
        Standing over the slumped over corpse, he looked up at Warren and
Aurora, who took an involuntary step back.
        "Is it true?" Aurora asked, all thoughts of leadership of Factor
X gone from her head.
        "He believed it, in any case," Sinister said,"But whoever the
High Lord's assasin is, it's not Magnus."
        They just looked at him, he sighed and expanded on what he had said.
        "Magnus had no psychic abilities, and if he was still alive today,
he'd be in his early sixties, much too late to gain any form of new
mutant abilities, even considering how late he gained his original powers."
        "Then who? The Shadow King?" asked Warren.
        Sinister hesitated a second, then decided to tell them,"No, The
Shadow King is dead."
        Aurora and Warren exchanged startled glances, who could kill The
Shadow King?
        Sinister almost seemed to read their minds.
        "I have been wondering who could do so and I remembered that just
before The Shadow King's death he mentioned his one defeat in a psychic
battle, a battle with someone called Xavier."
        "Who?"
        "It was in Isreal, over twenty years ago, that a massive temporal
burst was registered, at the same time The Shadow King saw Xavier murdered
by a man claiming to be his son.  Then, the day before Apocalypse ordered
us out of the Fortress, an identical temporal burst was registered in
Isreal again."
        "So you suspect that this Xavier has returned?" asked Aurora.
        "If he was ever truly dead," murmured Sinister,"I looked into
what little records remain from those days before the annihilation of
Israel’s inhabitants and buildings, I found a record of two men who
volunteered in a hospital in Isreal," a small smile crossed his face
before he said the next words,"One was called Charles Francis Xavier,
the other Erik Magnus Lehnsherr."
        "Erik Magnus Lehnsherr?" said Aurora,"That was Magnus' real name?"
        "Actually, it wasn't," said Sinister,"We're fairly sure it was
a false name he had forged by a master.  But that's beside the point,
the point is Xavier may have taken on Magnus' appearance to bolster
support from rebels when he makes a public appearance."
        "So we're dealing with a guy who can beat The Shadow King and
Apocalypse without laying a finger on them," said Warren,"Are you sure
you want to go up against them? Maybe we should throw our support in
with this Xavier?"
        Sinister lifted one hand, closed a fist and blasted a hole through
Warren's chest.
        He looked over at Aurora.
        "Would you like to hitch your wagon to Xavier's star too?" he
asked her.
        She shook her head quickly.
        "I've tolerated being under Apocalypse's regime for the sake of
my work," Sinister growled to himself, turning about,"I'm not going to
let anyone mess with over a hundred and fifty years of selective genetic
breeding because they're over twenty feet tall and wearing red armor!"

        -

        Abyss pulled the hood up over his head, praying that nobody
would question him, after all, The Madri all had the same distinctive
voice.
        - What am I doing? - he thought to himself, - Am I crazy or
what? -
        He made his way down towards Yancy Street, keeping as much to
the shadows as he could, hoping he wouldn't meet another Madri.  The
Madri didn't have a shared mind, but a part of their ritual was to touch
hands when they met, partially absorbing each other and each gaining the
other's experience and knowledge.  This meant that The Madri had no
secrets, and in the unlikely experience that one of their number tried
to betray the others, he would be instantly found out.
        Nils had pulled a lone Madri wondering the streets into the
dark abyss within his body, leaving him gibbering and moaning.  Dressing
up in the robe he headed for Sinister's Yancy Street Facility, hoping
to bluff his way in and find Deadpool.
        He had hated the look on Terry's face when she'd realized that
her hero wasn't going to come swooping in and save the day, not so much
because of despair, which he'd come to learn to live with, but because
she had had hope for a second, and then lost it.
        - Why can't we have hope? - he thought to himself, - The whole
world isn't like this, Avalon may or may not be real, but there are
places like Madripoor where we could all live without being in fear for
our lives. -
        He reached Yancy Street, standing at the entry to the street,
looking up at the huge fortress in the middle of the small, darkened
street.
        A small stone hit him in the back.
        "Huh?" he twisted about and another rock hit him in the chest,
it didn't hurt but it did startle him.  Who would attack a Madri? Who
had the guts?
        "HEY!" cried a high pitched voice,"ASSWIPE!"
        His eyes widened within the hood as he saw a small child standing
at a darkened alley, shaking a fist at him.
        "What are you doing kid?" he snapped, forgetting his voice was
clearly different from those of The Madri.
        "HEY!" cried the kid, looking behind him,"He ain't a Madri!"
        Suddenly he was surrounded by a group of about twenty kids,
they began to dance about him, crying insults.
        "Shhh, hey, be quiet," he whispered, hoping they would go away.
        "Go suck an egg!" laughed the largest boy,"He's a spy!"
        "Spy!"
        "Spy!"
        "Spy!" they all cried,"I Spy with my little eye! SPY SPY SPY!"
        He looked about uneasily, expecting to see Infinite's charging
down Yancy Street to get him.
        Just then a blast of energy smashed into the ground next to him,
the children disappeared within seconds, almost as if they had never
been there.
        "You ain't no Madri," said a familiar voice, a very distinctive
voice.
        "Deadpool?" he asked, looking up at a window where the
Merc-With-A-Mouth sat, legs hanging over the ledge, gun pointed at Abyss.
        "You're the string dude from the X-Men, aren't you?" he said,"The
guy unraveling faster than a sweater from K-Mart?"
        Abyss didn't know what a K-Mart was and he was usually very
sensitive about jokes about his appearance.  But he was just so happy
to see Deadpool alive he forgot about it.
        "You're alive? Did you not go into the Fortress after all?"
        Deadpool dropped from the window, landing easily and gracefully
on his feet, he stood up, facing Abyss eyeslits to hood.  He whistled
and suddenly humans were filing out of the building he had been in, first
in pairs, then in large groups.
        A black man in his fifties came to stand next to Wade, he looked
grimly at Abyss,"This Madri is a friend of yours?"
        "He ain't no Madri," Wade said in his best Clint
Eastwood impersonation,"He's an X-Man."
        "What is an X-Man?" asked the man.
        Abyss pulled his hood away, revealing his blacker than night
face,"I'm a mutant, but I'm not your enemy," he said,"My name is Nils
Styger, a man with thoughts and feelings just like anyone, just like
you."
        "I'm Robbie Robertson," said the man,"Me and my people have a
lot of good reasons to hate and fear mutants."
        "Not mutants," replied Nils,"Apocalypse, and I hate and fear him
just as much as you."
        "Then why don't you do something about it?" asked Deadpool,"All
this bullshit animosity and anger, Apocalypse is a bad dude I don't doubt,
but he's just one ugly mutant."
        "But... but it's Apocalypse," stuttered Abyss,"Apocalypse."
        "Well he ain't going to go away if you just sit there crying
and mewling about it," Wade said, sounding disgusted,"Stop being such
a bunch of crybabies and go show Apocalypse what survival of the fittest
really means!"
        "We can't do it alone," said Robbie, openly angry at Deadpool but
really angry at himself, because despite how much sense what the
Merc-With-A-Mouth said made, he was scared,"We don't have any powers, any
healing factors or mutant abilities."
        Deadpool smiled beneath his mask, wrapping an arm round a startled
Abyss' shoulders,"I just happen to know where we can find some people
who do."

        -

        "Next stage," said Damask suddenly,"Humiliation."
        "Humiliation?" asked Holocaust.
        "We've made him suffer physically, emotionally and mentally," she
said,"Let's humiliate him now."
        Holocaust's eternal grin seemed to widen,"How?"
        She concentrated, sinking psionic hooks into Creed's mind and
cutting off his control over his motor functions.  He'd be fully cognizant
when awake, but unable to move his body.
        "He's always in charge," she said,"He'd never been in anyone's
thrall, even back when he was a Marauder for Sinister he was a loose cannon,
he hate's authority figures, sees himself as a rebel, a guy who doesn't
play by the rules."
        Holocaust caught on,"So to humiliate him and batter his self esteem,
we simply...."
        "....take away that control, put him in a submissive position."
        Holocaust moved away and sat down on one of the muddy hills,
ready to enjoy the show.
        Damask woke up Creed by sending a wake-up call through his brain.
        "Huh?" he grunted,"Wha....?"
        "Hello, Victor," she said, smiling at him,"Wanna come get me?"
        He went to leap to his feet, realized he couldn't move.
        "What the hell is going on?"
        Before Holocaust and Creed's surprised eyes, Damask grabbed the
desert robes and pulled them to the side, letting them drop to the muddy
floor.  She stood naked in front of Creed, her body lithe and toned,
medium sized breasts tilted up slightly, nipples erect.  She was always
turned on by being in a dominant situation, and as a sadist she'd been
getting steadily more aroused by the pain she'd been inflicting upon
Creed for so many hours now.  She walked over Creed, her legs on either
side of his prostrate body, until he was staring directly up into her
bald cuntlips, there was only a small rectangle of black pubic hair above
her cunt.
        "What the hell are you doing?" he growled.
        Without a word she lowered herself down, knowing Holocaust would
be staring at her firm, milkywhite asscheeks.  Creed's eyes widened as he
saw her pussy coming closer and closer, and then she was sitting on his
face.
        "Now suck me you stupid son of a bitch," she growled, staring
down at his shocked eyes," she grabbed Creed by his thick curls of yellow
hair and began to slide her cunt up and down over the mutant's gasping, 
horrified face.  He struggled with every inch of his willpower to move
out from under her, but he was powerless.  She forced his nose and mouth
into her pussy, thrusting her hips back and forth, wiping her vagina over
Creed's face and forcing the helpless X-Man's mouth into her wet, dripping
cunt.  As she did this, Damask began to masturbate herself furiously,
rubbing her own clitoris and massaging her breasts as she forced her cunt
into Victor's mouth.  Reaching into his head with her psi-hook, chaining
his mind to hers she compelled him to obey her mental commands and desires.
        Victor was even more horrified as his tongue slid up and began to
lick and stroke up inside the Pale Rider's pussy as he was forced to
orally pleasure his torturer.
     "NNNNGHMM! MMBBLM! NOOO!" cried Victor, humiliated beyond belief,
disgusted with himself for his weakness as her soaking, dripping snatch
was forcefully wiped across his mouth and face, his nose pressing into
her clit each time she leaned forward.
        "Yeah," she moaned,"You're a good whore, Creed, in fact you're
nothing but a bitch, you're my bitch!"
        - You gonna let this weakass bitch talk to you like that? - asked
a voice in his head, he was startled to recognize it as his own, but not
his own.  It had the thick, guttural tones he had had during berserker
frenzies and murderous rages back as a Marauder.
        - She's a mindwitch, - he yelled back at himself, - I can't stop
her! -
        In his head a mental image formed, himself in chains, bent and
broken, a leash around his neck that was held by a laughing Damask.
        Next to the broken vision of himself appeared an image of how
he had once been, long ago.  Strong, tall and confident, a fierce, confident
grin on his face.  That Creed, known as Sabretooth, was unstoppable and
totally ruthless.
        Damask continued to rub her cunt firmly in his face, and he
recognized the grin on her face as the same as the one on Sabretooth's
face.  He could taste her juices in his mouth, feel them running down
his chin and thick, muscular neck.
        - Back in the day, - Sabretooth was saying in his head, - I'd
have gutted this bitch before she could even think about getting those
psi-chains of hers wrapped around my neck! Look at you, nothing but a
punk! And why? Because of Rogue! -
        - I love her! - Creed cried to his former self.
        - Yeah, well she doesn't love you, - returned Sabretooth, - That's
another thing I would have done different, I'd have raped the bitch and
then gone! -
        Damask's pussy pressed firmly against his face, his mouth, compelled
by Damask's power, sucked firmly on her clitoris, driving the Pale Rider
wild with desire.  Her sweaty body jerked about on top of Creed, her
cunt slamming and grinding into his face.
        Sabretooth reached out a hand to Creed.
        - If you want out of this, you need my help, - Sabretooth said
to him.
        - Even if I wanted it, - Creed growled, - My hands are tied, chained
by this bitch! -
        Sabretooth just grinned.
        "YES!" squealed Damask, throwing her head back as she orgasmed,
cum bursting from her cunt and all over Creed's face.  She ground her
spasming pussy into his face, juices splashing and flooding into his
mouth and over his cheeks,"Yes, eat my juice you little slutbitch, you're
mine! YOU'RE MINE!"
        She was suddenly thrown backwards, knocked on her ass into the
cold mud.  She looked up in shock, the last sight she saw was Creed's
grinning face bearing down on her, his arm raised up, claws seeming to
glint in the sun.
        Holocaust involuntarily winced when he heard the crack, saw the
blood fly through the air.
        "Freeze, Creed!" cried Holocaust, raising his cannon and pointing
it at the now bloodsoaked mutant,"Don't know how you broke Damask's hold
on you, but...."
        "Wrong," chuckled Creed, his voice thick and guttural,"Don't call
me Creed, the name's Sabretooth!"

        -

        The gun pressed against Terence's face.
        Jesse jerked awake, a gun pressed against his head as well.
        "Hello," said the human with the gun pressed to Jesse's face,"Karen,
if he gives you any trouble, kill him, after all, we only need one."
        Being young, The Bedlam Brother's had decided fucking Aurora hadn't
been enough, they wanted more.  They'd headed in to Heaven, hoping to pick
up one of the dancers or supporting singers and convince them to show them
a good time.  Instead they'd gotten smashed out of their faces and had to
sleep it off in the Discretion Chambers Worthington kept handy for prominent
authorities in Apocalypse's regime.
        "So," said Terence, keeping calm,"How'd you flatscan's get out of
your cage?"
        "Shut up!" snapped the human male, slamming one fist into the small
of Terence's back,"You stupid....halitosis... nudge.... jiminy."
        "Jake? What's wrong?" asked Karen, seeing the confused look on
his face.  Terence stood up, pushing the confused human aside.
        "SIT DOWN!" screamed Karen, lifting her gun and pulling the trigger,
nothing happened.
        "Wha?" she gasped,"Why didn't... gullibility.... fast..... probe....
pumping."
        Jesse stood up and smacked her in the back of the head, knocking
her out.  Terence took the gun from Jake's hands, reversed it and slammed
the butt into the human's face.  He fell to the ground.
        "What do you think, brother?" asked Terence.
        "It would seem we've had a jailbreak, brother," returned
Jesse,"Shall we inform Sinister?"
        "Humans are like rats," said Terence,"Where there's two there'll
be a hundred, we better check out the rest of Heaven first."
        They had every right to be confident, with Jesse's ability to
psionically monkeywrench machinery and Terence to instill mental confusion,
they had little to fear from flatscans.
        They left the Discretion Chamber, ready to clear the vermin out
of heaven.