X-Men: Dark Symphony.

X-Men: Dark Symphony.

S.A.Ignite

Summary: A year after the Alcatraz attacks, the X-Men have lost, gained, and must now come face to face with their worst foes, and find other, new unexpected allies/enemies.

Warnings: NC-17. Violence, Gore, Language, Drugs, Alcohol, Sexual Situations, Don't Say I Didn't Warn You.

Pairings: For Now, Scott/Kitty. More Will Be Added With Each Chapter.

Chapter 1: Detonate.

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The Friends of Humanity headquarters in Salt Lake City was an innocent, honest-looking skyscraper, and fairly new. Men, women, and children alike moved in and out of the building daily, and faith was practiced with virtue and wholesomeness. There was a playground, a worship hall, youth programs, and various, other family-oriented activities. It seemed like perfection.

But that was the surface.

The establishment was mostly deserted, save several straggling workers who'd taken on more than they could handle in that day. One of which was Reena McIntosh. She'd hated mutants since she was a small girl, and always made sure to avoid them, no matter the cost. At the moment, they had 3 Class 4 in holding pins in the basement. They were set to take the Cure in nearly a week. And then they would be executed.

The brunette, somewhat heavyset woman started down the hall, when she found two of the guards staring at little girl, somewhat transfixed. She seemed to be typing on a small computer, and was crouched over it. One of the cords that belonged in the wall was connected to the tiny, hot pink and white electronic.

She had long, snow-colored hair, and wore a hot pink beret. Her schoolgirl uniform was hot pink as well. She didn't think that the child was more than 9 or 10. She was extremely slim, and it was evident that she would be a beautiful woman when she finally grew up. Thanks to the pink shades she wore, Reena couldn't see her eyes.

This girl really likes her pink, doesn't she? Reena's eyebrow twitched, and she realized the child was standing up. She was muttering to herself while adjusting her extremely short skirt, and Reena couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious with her pudgy legs, and long, frayed skirt.

Frowning, Reena asked,

“Little girl, what are you doing here? You need to be home with your parents.” The child raised fingers to her shades, and removed them, then turned her intense gaze to the woman, who recoiled upon realizing that they were a neon green. The guards snapped out of their trance, and raised their guns, preparing to fire at her. Even then, she seemed to be at complete peace and calm, and stared quietly at them. Slowly, with some horror, Reena realized that she was a mutant. But what was her ability?

There seemed to be some sort lock-on system coordinating itself in her eyes. The small, thin lines of white were forming and clicking in her eyes, circling around her pupil. Finally, the white lights seemed to stop, and the small girl took out three, thin, 5 inch needles. Her voice was childish, and innocent, but at the same time, struck horror into her victim's souls.

“I'm here to dispose of trash.”

Throwing the needles, they hit a pore on each of the trio's neck. That way, the authorities wouldn't know what killed the three people. They gagged right before dying, their gasps of shock and denial the only sound in the steel hall. Their bodies hit the ground with a dull thud. The small girl then removed the needles, and licked the blood off, staring down her victims. They were too easy, she decided, and removed a folder from Reena's bag. It was red colored, and labeled, 'Top Secret-- to be transferred to Paris HQ.' That was suspicious, and she pursed her lips. Flipping through the contents, she began to type in the main details, things such as codes, names of important members, and oh? There was an interesting tidbit about their leader. She typed that in as well, and did a short search on it, and while waiting for the information to load, she moved the bodies. There was an odd metallic 'click' that came from one fo the guards, and she frowned. After performing an impromptu autopsy of the younger guard's chest, using several knives and scalpels she had hidden in her uniform.

Apparently, this man was a walking time bomb. The item was activated, however, by some controller, it seemed. She discovered it in his pocket, and took the item up, noting that it would serve as a lovely distraction. She smirked when more guards ran up, yelling and aiming guns for her. There were 8 guards coming straight for her.

She grabbed up the mutilated soldier's gun, and began to fire shot after shot at them, one bullet aimed for each man's forehead. Eight bullets. Eight men. Every single one hit its mark. Dropping the gun by the young guard, she chuckled a little.

She stepped over the bodies, and continued down the hall. When she got to the end of the hall, she pressed the button, and walked away just as it detonated, sending guts, blood, and limbs flying everywhere.

No other people were present. That was a good thing. Eleven dead people was enough.

Following a red homing beam to the main office, she opened the door, finding that the defense systems were down. She raised her eyebrows, realizing that the room was empty, save a steel desk, and on top of it, a laptop. She walked to the desk, and opened the computer, typing in multiple passwords, until one finally matched. Upon opening the files that she needed, she discovered that the person she was searching for wasn't even there, after examining the security system.

She swore lightly, and realized, after unplugging the hard drive from the computer, that an portrait on the wall, one of Saint Peter, was beeping ominously. Getting up, she slowly stepped towards the picture, heels clicking slightly with every step. It seemed to get faster, and she realized: It was a bomb.

Running to the window, she flung a blade towards the glass, shattering it, and jumped out, just as the bomb went off. She fell nearly 110 feet, and landed in a koi pond as several cars passed by. One slowed down, but sped back up after the driver convinced themselves that it had been a trick of the light. Dragging herself out, soaked to the bone, she scowled upon realizing that she'd been fooled. But she had what she needed.

Pressing a red button on her headset, hidden by her side-swept, long, and thick bangs, she stated,

“Target not in building. Permission to abort mission?” There was a pause, then a calm, smooth, husky, female German voice stated,

“Request granted, Yakko.”

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Valerius Delacroix was one of the business sharks of the world. He was tall, well-muscled, and calm, with amber eyes (golden flecks that made the women swoon shone out in the sunlight), and salt and pepper hair. In terms of wealth and credibility, he fell right behind Justin Hammer and Tony Stark. The owner of a international England-based electronics corporation, he was rumored to be involved with several 'shady' people. That wasn't quite the case, but he was his own man, and his own man he was.

At the moment, he was sitting in his office, having a cup of coffee with the famous Charles Xavier, newly restored to life through the miraculous wonders of science. Valerius smiled and looked up,

“It's strange seeing you walk again, my good friend. Tell me, how is the running of your infamous 'X-Men' going?” Xavier nodded, and stated,

“Very well. We've seen some leave, and some join.” Valerius hummed a reply when he coughed, and stated, “Yes, I will be having a bit of a gathering to commemorate the opening of a massive museum that I've spent nearly a century working on. It is in about three days, and will be held in France.”

Precious few knew that Valerius was far older than he looked. Born in the 16th century to gypsies, hence his somewhat tanned skin, he was a mutant with the ability to be reborn multiple times, slight telepathy, and a superior photographic memory. He continued, “I would be honored if you and your students would be able to attend. Especially the younger ones. Maybe they will learn a little something about history” He smiled, when his secretary, Violette, stuck her head into the room.

Violette was his golden-skinned companion through the ages. He'd found her on the streets of Russia during the 18th century as a small girl, back when her name was Ziya. She was born with a healing factor, and extreme speed. Her hair was a dark violet, as her eyes, hence her name. Violette stepped in, and stated,

“Good afternoon, Professor Xavier. May I get you anything?” Xavier shook his head, “Hello Violette, how are you? And no thank you, I am perfectly fine.” Violette smiled at him, Xavier stood up, and stated, “Well, Valerius, while I enjoy your company, I really must go. I am set to give a talk in Florida today, and Ororo is getting impatient.” Valerius shook his hand, stating, “I expect your reservations by tomorrow, Charles.” Both men laughed and the founder of the Institute left. Violette nodded to the man, and then turned to Valerius,

“Mission failed. Creed wasn't there. Sparks confirmed that she killed one of the heads in Salt Lake though. A woman named Reena McIntosh.”

“Good. What is the media saying about it?”

Violette then said, “Sparks?” The supercomputer whirred to life, and said, “Yes, Miss Vi?”

“Bring up the news.”

On the news, they were making a massive fuss about it. Apparently, they were blaming it on a suicide bomber. He smirked, and said, “Sometimes I underestimate both Yakko and The Church. They tried to set her up, and at the same time, she...her mother taught her well.” The Englishman stared at his confidant, and stated, “Did she recover the files?” Yakko walked through the door, now in a simple gray uniform, and stated,

“Hai.”

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Clandestine International Bank in New York City was a tricky place to be.

Scott, Kurt, and Logan could feel something was wrong from the time that they stepped through the revolving glass doors. People looked up to stare at the three, seemingly normal men. Some gazes, however, lingered on Scott and his ruby quartz glasses, but eventually, everyone returned to their business.

Scott had miraculously appeared on the doorstep about a month after the battle, discovered by Kitty, and collasped in her arms, dazedly calling her an 'Angel', then passionately kissed her, much to the shock of her current boyfriend, some guy named Lance, who broke up with her on the spot, and called her a 'Jewish whore'. Scott had then proceeded to give the boy two black eyes, a broken arm, and had nearly castrated him, had Ororo not stepped in. The 'Fearless Leader' had then proceeded to pass out from dehydration and exhaustion.

After that, she visited him in the infirmary everyday until he recovered. Now, his relationship with her was questioned by everyone in the mansion, even the Professor, and Kitty's best friends, Jubilee and Rogue.

Logan, in a neat, non-flannel shirt, jacket, and jeans (it was the classiest they could get him to wear), leaned over, to Kurt,

“Check out the legs on that woman.” Kurt followed Logan's gaze to a woman that was reapplying lipstick while a man spoke to her. His eyebrows shot up slightly. The man was short, old, and fat, and wasn't very interesting. The woman, however was a much more pleasant sight to stare at.

She was about 5'6, maybe a little shorter, and had long raven hair that was styled in a Peek-A-Boo way. Her skin reminded him of snow, and her eyes were concealed by black shades. He followed the slender curve of her neck to an appealing bust, concealed by the black worksuit she wore. That led to a slim and toned stomach, down to nice hips, and legs covered by stockings that went on for miles. She suddenly looked up, and caught the men staring.

Logan smirked at her, while Kurt looked away, coughing.

The mystery lady raised her eyebrow slightly, then looked back down, snapped her mirror shut, and got up as the old man began to protest, as she walked away. Scott, meanwhile, was questioning one of the tellers, who was being a bit secretive.

“Sir, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Ma'am,” He scowled at the fake-blond, pug-faced woman, seeing the lie, plain as day in her eyes, and hissed,

“Answer the damn question. Have you seen any F.O.H parishioners make deposits today?” The woman stared at him. Finally, he snapped, “I don't have time for this.” He walked back over to Logan and Kurt, who were talking between themselves. The duo were like brothers now, as Kurt had returned as well, nearly a week after Scott's reappearance. They found common ground after a round of beers at Harry's, where Kurt revealed that he questioned his religion more often than not now. Scott scowled, his shades glowing slightly,

“The teller wouldn't tell me anything. This was a bust.” Logan frowned,

“Well, maybe that woman needs a little persuasion...” He made a move to stride forward, his claws slowly emerging, but Kurt, appearance hidden by an inducer, admonished,

“Nein, mein fruend. Zhat vould only bring us trouble.” A finger tapped Kurt on the shoulder, and he turned around to face the same woman from earlier, his breath hitching in his throat as he looked at her. She smiled a little, and began,

“Are you residents of Xavier's Institute?” Kurt answered, his accent thick, “Ja.” He couldn't think straight from the shock that such a beautiful woman would start to speak to him so suddenly. Then he remembered that he had the inducer on. He looked like a normal, dark haired an eyed man with it on.

She smiled at him, “Vell, vell, a German. I didn't zhink I vould meet a fellow countryman here. Vhat part are you from?” Kurt relaxed slightly,

“Munich. You?”

“Zhe Black Forest.” He raised his eyebrows again, and stated,

“Ach...no vonder you are so pale. I didn't zhink zhat such a lovely lady came from anywhere else.” She chuckled at him a little, “So cute,” and patted his cheek, then frowned, letting her hand linger. Slowly, Scott and Logan realized what was wrong:

She'd felt his tattoos.

She let her gaze wonder to his wrist, and her eyes focused on the holographic inducer, which looked like an ordinary watch. Slowly, his fingers visibly trembling, Kurt raised his hand to cover hers, and removed it from his cheek, as the look of confusion on her face turned to shock. The three men left briskly, before she could say anything, or worse, scream out. She stared after the three men in confusion, when her phone rang. She picked it up, and curtly, but dazedly, stated,

“Hello?”

“'Ello.” She snapped out it after hearing his voice, and stood up a little straighter.

“Valerius?”

“Got a bit of a bombshell for you, love...”

End Chapter 1

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