A Sinister Legacy [PART 1] [CLOSED]

[astonishing_xmods]

WHO: Director Fury, Xavier, Logan, Renko, and someone else...
WHAT: The time as come for Renko to turn herself in
WHERE: The Institute
WHEN: ACTUALLY ON THE 25TH, WE PROMISE
WARNING(S): Violent imagery

SHIELD Quinjets made surprisingly little noise. The one that landed itself right on the Institute lawn was almost silent, only making the most noise as it began preparations to land and empty outs its load of heavily armed agents, and of course Director Fury himself. As they emptied out onto the grass, he turned his gaze towards the impossible to ignore statue of Jean Grey, and the emblem below that marked this place as the supposed sanctuary it was to all who sought it.

He didn't look happy. He shouldn't be. This wasn't the sort of job he liked doing, even if it was a matter of national security. He and Charles had worked amicably for years and years. He had turned his blindside to the man so many times when the activities of the X-Men went into legally questionable territory. But his hands were bound... And he had no more choice.

Xavier and Logan met him on the lawn. Alone.

Comments

[both_eyes_open]

"I can't help but notice the absence of our guest of honor, Professor," Fury mused, checking about the visible parameter just to be certain he didn't miss anything. Even though they all knew he hadn't. It was a punctuating gesture, more than a practical one.

[herald_the_dream]

"She is still in the sublevels, making final preparations. She has agreed to turn herself in... but I fear the anxiety has made her ill. She has spent most of the morning in sickness," Xavier hummed, gesturing to Logan.

[legendarybub]

"We're basically here to tell you to sit tight while we go fetch her. Our security systems admin ain't happy about what you and your boys did last time, and it's been decided it's best for everyone you don't step any further onto the premises until we've got her up here for the exchange."

[both_eyes_open]

"Well, we got a sick prisoner and a pissed off security admin. And here I am ruining the lawn. I don't think I need to tell either of you how important it is that we get this done quickly before the press arrives... Make it quick." Fury huffed. Just his luck...

[herald_the_dream]

"She's not a prisoner. Not yet." Xavier added. "However, I do understand the situation. We will report back here in ten minutes. Logan, after you." Xavier motioned before turning his chair about and wheeling back towards the building...

[both_eyes_open]

"I guess we'll just break out the checkers and cards up here..." Fury groaned, motioning to his men to be at ease.

[legendarybub]

Logan ignored Fury's dry commentary, keeping step with the professor as they went back into the building and went immediately to the elevator that lead to the sub-levels.

Not a word was said between them as they made their way to Renko's room, spoken or otherwise. The silence was toxic, and Logan felt like he was going to choke on it, but there was no sense in wasting words fighting it, either. It had finally happened... the moment where Xavier's ideals for the Institute as a place of hope and safety were tested again. But this time it didn't come from an overwhelming attack... but from politics. Renko wasn't the only one wanting to throw up.

[openedthedoor]

The toilet flushed for what felt the hundredth time since she woke up... twelve hours ago, unable to sleep at all. Reaper and Forearm had insisted she use this as an excuse to delay the exchange, but she refused... her body was rebelling, but her spirit was set. And really, the stomach illness wasn't the worst part... it was the agonizing headache. She felt like her head was going to rip apart...

[herald_the_dream]

The door to her room opened, Reaper and Forearm shutting up from their previous chatter and platitudes towards Renko and remained respectfully quiet.

"Miss Renko... It's time. If you are not well enough... We can provide a medical transport for you. Dr. McCoy is standing by."

[openedthedoor]

"N-no, that's not... needed. I'm... gonna go on my own two... feet... hh...hnnk!" Renko stumbled, collapsing. Forearm and Reaper rushed to check on her, fearing the worse. Though what they feared... wasn't near close enough.

The red symbol on her forehead, so often covered by her locks, was glowing bright and menacingly, her eyes white as death as she was turned over. Black, thick fluid poured out of from her lips, her tearducts, every place they could, pooling on the ground around her.

Very suddenly, Xavier cried out as well, gripping at his mind as intense, powerful psychic noise began to pour into his mind, causing him to fall from his chair. More and more of the black substance bled from Renko...

[legendarybub]

"What the hell! What the hell?!" Logan extended his claws, dashing towards the fallen Renko, demanding answers, but was pushed back by Reaper, who was only trying to protect the woman he'd pledged his life to. Of course... it wouldn't be a long struggle.

Logan felt it. The sudden, sharp sensation. A spike, a blade... something had pushed into him. Right through him. Impaled by it. But it wasn't Reaper's stoney metal flesh that had done it. It felt too clean, too... fluid like. He looked up from the wound just in time to see the life leaving Reaper's eyes, the same blade having pierced him as well.

"W-what..."

[bethemonster]

"Salutations, Mr. Logan." A strange, gentle but vicious, pleasant but inhuman, voice. It was behind them, the blade pulling itself free and retracting back into the hand of the new gentleman who stood above Renko's prone body, Forearm having met a similar fate to the other two men and tossed aside. Reaper collapsed once the blade was free, crumbling onto the floor in a heap.

"You'll have to forgive my rather... crude methods. It was mostly just to stun you. You see, a man like yourself cannot be disposed of in such an in-elegant manner. This I understand. Please... allow me to give you a more fitting fate."

The man raised his hand, a strange red radiation emitting from the diamond mark on his head, identical to Renko's, pouring into Logan's mind and shutting down all of his senses, leaving him collapsed on the floor with the others in a comatose state.

"Now, my dear professor... that leaves what to do... with you. You see, I am in great need of your DNA for an experiment of mine that I'm, oh say... one hundred years overdue for completing. Please... do cooperate. I would really hate to compromise the results by having you die."

[no_girl]

"Aaaaaahhhh!!!" Martha's voice rang through on the voice modulation systems in the admin room as an inky black substance filled the containment unit that held her, turning everything dark as the network and computer systems of the Institute all went suddenly haywire.

[bluishgreymatter]

"Martha! Martha! Hold on!" Hank leapt from his desk to the emergency console, rapidly trying to fight whatever infection, real or virtual, was taking over Martha's mind. He didn't even get to the password entry screen before a concussive pulse blast knocked him out of his chair, the emergency security systems keeping him well away from the No Girl...

[both_eyes_open]

"Well... That can't be good," Fury murmured to himself as very suddenly all around them, several originally hidden pulse cannons started to pop out of the estate, hidden in the lawn and fixtures of the Institute, all of them aiming at him and his men.

"Evasive action, now now now!" Fury shouted to the other agents as they were fired upon, taking cover where they could.