Straightening
his coat and wiping his sleeves clean, Mr. Sinister snapped his gloved fingers
and one of Multiple-Man’s clones poured the man a replacement drink, while
another cleaned up after the surprise of Rogue’s sudden arrival. Sweeping up
the broken glass and wiping clean the spilt wine. Now with a fresh drink in
hand, Mr. Sinister casually stepped aside and began studying his prisoner,
Vertigo and Ruckus kept up their influence the entire time while their leader crouched
and plucked at one of Rogue’s feathers from her wings, amused that a new one
grew out to replace the one between his gloved fingers. “Hmm, curious.” Turning
the feather back and fourth, his red eyes noticed the contrasting metallic
glimmer on its surface along with specs of diamond dust that formed patterns
down its stem. “I take it you’ve taken in the powers of… Beast, Angel,
Wolverine, Collossus, Madam Frost… Tell me, how many did you absorb that
resulted in all of THIS?”
“All of them…”
The leader of
the marauders smirked at that bit of information, placing the blue feather in
his pocket and rubbing his hands together at the ideas he had planned for the
massive chimera woman he had pinned to the floor. Reclaiming his glass from the
floor, Mr. Sinister took a sip and gestured for his men to have Rogue moved.
Growling under her breath, Rogue’s vision blurred, all she could see was a
white smear were Mr. sinister stood. But she could still hear him. But in her
current state of disarray, she could barely lift a clawed finger without
feeling so dizzy she’d want to puke. Not only that but Ruckus had her pinned
with the force of an iron press, what was worse, every time someone talked, or
anything made a sound, it only got stronger.
“Bring her to
the lower levels, I shall have QUITE the challenge dissecting our new specimen,
but I have no doubts I can snip off a useful piece or two.”
Nodding back at
the man as he left the hallway, Multiple Man scratched his chin in thought.
“Wonder how many copies I’m going to need just to lift this bitch off the
ground.” Rubbing his hands together and ending with a clap, over a dozen copies
of the green clad man popped out like they were hiding behind him the entire
time. Circling around the prone creature, the thirteen Multiple Men sized her
up, each showing a look of doubt.
“I ain’t
lifting that…”
“Damn right,
hell that fat tail of hers probably weighs more than we do!”
“You’d need a
crane to lift this freak.”
Hearing a low
growl from Rogue, the group of Multiple Men backed off a step. “I don’t think
she LIKES being called a freak James.” Chuckled gorgeous George. Backing up
himself despite the hold Vertigo and Ruckus had over her. “Yes, try to avoid
that please. I’m having a hard time keeping her pinned as it is.” Complained
Vertigo, giving the smug copy maker a dirty look. One of the clones bent at the
knees and mock pouted at Rogue, wriggling his pointed finger at her nose.
“D’aaaaaaw… Is the widdle freak sensitive about her looks?” Growling louder and
feeling more pressed down from Ruckus’s powers, the copy of Multiple Man
laughed. “Whatcha gonna do, huh? You can’t move, can’t concentrate, hell! Right
now, I look like a damn acid trip thanks to Vertigo, whatcha got that can cut
through ALL of that?!”
Looking up at
the blurring green and black colours of Multiple Man waving his arms and
laughing at her current state, a tiny part of her thought the image looked like
a fly buzzing around her nose. Without thinking, she shot her tongue out to
catch it.
“MMMHMMMPHMMMMM!!!”
Splat dead on between James Madrox’s eyes, Rogue’s sticky tongue held firmly
over his face… And pulled him straight into her open mouth. The rest of the
Mauraders watched on as one of Multiple Man’s clones was pulled into Rogue’s
mouth faster than any of them could react. Looking back at the rest of the
copies, they all looked to each other and shrugged. “Meh… More where THAT came
from.”
Swallowing
hard, Rogue shifted and struggled against the forces holding her, until she
found the strength to raise her clawed fist only a few inches off the now
shattered tiled floor and stamp her fist into the ground. The instant she did, the
banquet hall quaked. Windows exploded, and the walls collapsed when two giant
blue chimera woman popped out of Rogue, their combined volume destroying the
room and sending the Marauders into a panic. Pulling debris off him and regaining
his shape after the ceiling fell on him, Gorgeous George looked up through the
smoke to see three Rogues looking down at him, one snatching up a now
unconscious Vertigo up by her feet and tossing her into her mouth.
“Oh FFffffff….”