** Copyright ** These characters are Marvel's. I'm just using them in some fantasies...so don't sue me or anything because hey... everybody's got fantasies! X-Writers is a non-profit fan-fiction organisation. --------------------------- Cable #29 "Easter" Writer: Wix Editor: Marysia --------------------------- The void stretches on, it is endless, timeless, and stark. It is death. I can't feel my wounds any more, the fire in my belly has vanished. I am at peace... I am bored. Far below me I can see my body, still lying naked on that mountain. I hope one of the X-Men find me... I deserve a burial, not a hero's ceremony, but something respectful at least. Off in the distance I can see a light spark on and off. It is dim, but stands out against the ebony tapestry like a thousand suns. It is getting brighter... moving closer. Like some drunk will-o-the-wisp the spark bobs and weaves throughout the bleak landscape. I see it, not with my eye, but with my mind. Closer the light spirals, until it stops a few feet away. I can make out features now, it is a woman... she has high noble cheekbones, a slender figure, hair like neon-gold, and eyes that shine with a light not entirely holy, and entirely damned. I ask her if she's an angel. She laughs... I expected as much, I have killed... killed more than I would like to admit. Warlords, madmen, criminals, mothers, daughters, children, and many more. I do not expect a place in Heaven... the spirit has simply confirmed my suspicion. We stare at each other awhile, she is studying me, I am bored and to weak to look below and watch the crows peck at my dead eyes. Finally she speaks, a voice like a church choir. She asks me if I am the Dayspring. I nod an affirmative. She asks me if I am aware that I was to save the world. I smile and nod, I am only to aware. One does not train one's whole life for a destiny and forget it easily. She asks me if I wish to live again. My mouth gapes (or I suppose I envision my mouth lolling open and so she sees it doing so). She smiles. Her fingers extend and rest upon my brow. Electricity flows through my body like water across the sand... ...I fall. ***** Location: Gutalha Astronomical Laboratory, Aney Niger Date: April 6, 1996 Time: 23:18 E-mail To: glaoob@Gel.com Subject: Comet Sighting From: ajunap@gal.org Gregory, it is my immense pleasure to report a magnificent discovery! Barely two hours ago I was taking my watch at the 'scope and saw what I believe to be a comet of immense size falling into the desert near the Chad/Niger boarder. If this object is what I think it is it will make both out careers and could serve as proof for out theory! I leave tomorrow afternoon to investigate. Wish me luck! Yours, Al'Abin Junap ***** The sand stretches on, it is endless, timeless, and stark. It is life. I am reborn. I can feel the sand beneath my body, it writhes like a living thing in the morning winds. I recognize my body, the feels, the sensations. Everything is new, and yet remembered enough to be anticipated. Eating a scorpion was enjoyable, urination was bliss. The wounds are gone. The bear's claws have left no mark upon this body. The tormenting burning of the Techno-Virus is absent, my hands are both flesh. I am whole. I can feel my mind stretching inside my skull. I have never had my full powers at my disposal, it is frightening and exhilarating at the same time. I am a man. I am Dayspring, and I will save the world. But first I have to die... ***** ---> Interpol Bibliographic Data Base <--- Accessing File: Summers, Nathan Name: Nathan Summers Aliases: Cable, Philip Craven, Hugh Black Height: 6'4" Weight: 280 lb. Age: Unknown Place of Birth: Unknown Date of Birth: Unknown Father: Unknown Mother: Unknown Siblings: Unknown Marital Status: Unknown Current Activities: Mutant Operative Outstanding Warrants: 5 Counts of Manslaughter; 1 Count of Armed Robbery. Deleting Entry.................................... ***** It is easy to kill. Easier now than ever, easier to kill myself than others. I simply expand my mind... push, and I am gone. Everything from the FBI's psychological write-ups to my Blockbuster card have been erased. It is as if Nathan Summers never existed. And I am glad. ***** Saturnyne's last job done, she returns to Otherworld. As Roma ordered the Dayspring had been reborn better than ever before. A little help from her and his fledgling powers had succeeded in erasing his existance from the history of Earth. He was now in place to fulfil his destiny. ***** I have stood, a little awkward. But quite well for a man who has been dead for god knows how long. I run... I run a long way, but I do not tire. My skin should blister under the mid-day sun, but it does not. My feet should be bloody from running across sand that is stiff like glass, but they are not. I should be sweating... but I am not. I am Nathan the man. I am Dayspring the god. But most of all... I am power. In the distance I can see a convoy of jeeps moving over the dune. Men are approaching and I must meet them, for to save the mankind I must sympathize with him... ***** Location: Na-Kata Desert, Eastern Niger. Date: April 7, 1996 Time: 12:54 E-mail To: glaoob@Gel.com Subject: Expedition Update From: ajunap@gal.org Gregory, Got an early start this morning. Must be pumping adrenaline by the gallons. Think of it, proof! Finally vindicating proof of God! Around noon my guide informed me of a destroyed trading caravan. He wished to salvage, and my natural curiosity got the best of me. By Allah, Zeus, Odin, and Jehovah I have never seen such destruction in all my life. The two dozen vehicles making up the caravan are nothing more than scrap metal. The men seem to be husks burned away by the sun but there is evidence enough that the expedition left Cairo only a few weeks ago. Could it be the comet? I have no idea, I expected nothing like this. A sign of the apocalypse perhaps? This event only strengthens my resolve to find the comet and analyze it myself... these two events cannot be unrelated. Yours, Al'Abin Junap ***** The men had been afraid, but they had feigned kindness and I appreciated them for that. The leader, a stocky man with a thick moustache had offered me clothes and I had accepted. He turned away from me, and I attempted to reach into his mind. This feat would have exhausted me in the past but now, reborn, it was like taking a first step. Liberating, intoxicating, and dangerous. I meant only to give his mind a gentle psychic shove. But I pushed to hard... the man died quite painlessly. The nomads were superstitious, when they saw their leader fall dead at my feet they drew weapons and fired. I touched each of the slugs with my mind and they veered harmlessly into the sand. I lashed back, I meant it to be soft but I could not control the surge. The telekinetic energy flowed like a wave, the men tried to scream but the force of the blast had created a vacuum... their last words were lost in artificial silence. The jeeps to had been ruined by the blast. I could not drive one of them out, and I feared to use my powers for transportation because of my lack of control. And so I walked on... ***** %% Rocky Mountain Search and Rescue Report %% Location: Udora's Peak Date: 04/07/1996 Team: Alpha Team Leader: Austin Van Hoon Evaluation: On routine sweep Mandy Perkins, and Pete Uliov came across the body of an unidentified man. The man, D.O.A., was airlifted to RMS&R base 0043, and then shipped to Denver General. Name: John Doe Age: Estimated 43 Height: 6'4" Weight: 265 lb Distinguishing Features: Missing left eye, wounds along the back and arms. Missing an arm. Cause of Death: Unknown viral infection ***** I came upon them silently. They stood over my nest, my place of birth. The younger man looked worried and stared, with sweat beading, at a laptop. The older man, a native, amused himself with an old copy of Playboy. I circled a dune and came out behind them. The guide had noticed me of course, I had made a little noise of purpose, I wanted to appear human... if a wary human. The young man was stork-like, and when he rose to stare at my bareness his eyes widened almost comically... I did not laugh. The guide had slipped a small shotgun out of his saddle-bags, he still appeared to be scanning the centrefold but I knew better. The young man approached me. He asked me my name, I replied that I was the Dayspring, Saviour of the World. His eyes narrowed now, he believed I was crazy. He asked me if I had seen the remains of the caravan, I said I had... I said I caused it. The boy's mouth dropped like a stone. I reached into his mind, I found the brain. The cerebral cortex, I latched onto it with telekinetic fingers... and I pulled. The boy toppled like a rag doll. The native moved to draw his weapon, but I tore his arms off with a thought and left him wriggling in blood-soaked sand. Aghast at what I had done I destroyed his mind, leaving only a corpse. I leave a trail of them. Cable was dead... I could have no witnesses. Not yet... I turn and walk on. Into the endless sand... -- *Marysia* | "Some fruitloop waving around the 2nd law of Keeper of the Labyrinth Flame | of Thermodynamics like it's a signed and Holy Virgin of Scotland | confession from God isn't going to convince http://minuteman.com/x-writers| me evolution is a hoax." Vermillion