It felt like he'd been living in a dream. A long dream that mostly consisted of waiting. He wasn't even sure how long it had been. He'd lost track of time a long time ago. Her name was Nicole Binder, a pretty blonde girl who'd been in a coma now for months. John had barely even known her. He knew more about the rumors about her, then really who she was. That she'd done some messed up things in the past with her old powers. That she'd tried to take her life, and failed but ended up in a coma that never seemed to end.
Dallas might have asked him why he cared so much. But she was an X-Man, X-Men didn't leave X-Men behind and he felt like the others had forgotten about this girl a long time ago. , her father had been beheaded on national television. This world was cruel, but it was hardly as cruel as the reality John had come from with the other Ultimate X-Men.
When he wasn't sitting, waiting for her to wake up sometimes he'd ventured into thrift shops and collected comic books about the original X-Men. The ones who'd existed before the Phoenix wiped them all away. They say only half the stuff in those comics were true, but still he liked to read them to Nicole, it was better then complete silence.
A lot of times he contemplated the death of his other self. The John that had been from this reality, Johnathan heard that he'd been killed by Daken, who in a way was Johnathan's own brother, but only from a different reality. How did I end up the calm headed one out of the two realities? What went so wrong with this universes' John for Daken to kill him? Johnathan had a theory about that. He'd heard Daken had experimented on this universes' John before Daken had killed him, maybe the experiments had twisted him into something he wasn't. But he had another theory, one that made a little sense. What if when there are two of the same being, but from different universes, and when you bring them together in one reality, maybe its too much. Maybe one has to go. Maybe the other John died so this John, so I can exist. He wasn't sure, all he knew was that he really hated werewolf movies now that he was normal again.
"Um... where am I?"
"....." he didn't believe it at first. Nicole couldn't be awake, she couldn't be back. Not after so long, he'd stopped believing a long time ago.
"Glad to see you finally decided to join the living."
"John is that you? I thought you were dead.
"Wrong John girly, I'm the Ultimate one." he said as he got to his feet and pulled out his cellphone before sending a mass text to every student, and Ultimate X-Man from the institute he had in his phone.
John: Nicole's awake, like really awake.
Christine felt the sun against her skin as she ran across the Institute grounds. This is how she liked to start her days, running and admiring the scenery. It helped keep her mind away from how many friends she lost and how many graves there were behind the school these days.
She felt her phone vibrate and came to a halt before pulling it out. There was a text from John.
"We'll I'll be, that wasn't expected." Christine said before she turned towards the school. "I wonder what everyone's goin to think, I'd given up hope a long time ago."
Jennifer sat at her desk in the SHIELD office she'd been assigned too and sighed. After she'd left Westchester after the death of Red Skull she'd applied to be a SHIELD agent with her old connects through SWORD. It hadn't been hard to get her back in active duty. But things had become quiet, now she spent her days typing away at a computer while waiting for some real action. She took a sip of coffee and glanced over at a framed picture of her father, Hank McCoy and smiled.
I miss you dad.
His name was Quinn. He was a new recruit to the X-Men, and he hadn't been at the institute as long as the others. Right now, he was bored. Very bored. He walked down a hallway in the mansion.
"YO, what is there to do around here?" he shouted.
He didn't have a name. Not really. His name was X, and he went by Maverick. Weapon-X had stolen that from him, and much more. It hadn't been hard for them to find him alone. The great Kane Johnson said that they could take on the remnants of Weapon-X together. Oh how wrong he'd been.
Maverick found himself on the top of a building crouched over a sniper rifle. His target was none other then Kane Johnson. A loose end that had been eluding Weapon-X for too long.
"Do you have the shot," an anonymous voice said over Maverick's com. He didn't know who the man was, just that he was Weapon-X and if Maverick didn't do as he said then the bomb implanted at the base of his skull would blow.
"Yes," Maverick said. It was true, he had Kane in his cross-hairs. The flame mutant was sitting alone at a diner looking at his phone and nursing a brew. The Brotherhood mutant didn't know what was coming.
"Sorry, about this. No hard feelings." Maverick muttered as he took a breath then pulled the trigger.
The bullet flew from the top of the bullet straight at Kane's skull. Kane felt something odd, something made him look up at the last instant. But it was too late. Kane saw nothing but red as his head snapped back. Then he saw nothing...
"Kill confirmed," Maverick said.
"Good, go dark. Don't let anyone follow you. Await further instructions.."
Yeah I'm back guys. Know this RP has been kinda dormant but Tyler said I could jump back in. And yeah, most of these characters are open for interaction.