He took another sip and looked across the Amazon rainforest. He leaned against the trunk and sighed. What had happened today would put Creed on his ass again and he had to be ready for that, as he probably already knew about the school, about the students, all of it. Logan had to make this fight as decisive and brutal as possible and keep Weapon X away from them. He heard crashing in the bushes below and he growled softly and popped his claws. He was mostly healed, at least superficially, and was ready for round two.
Logan slid off the branch and allowed himself to fall, expertly using each branch to slow himself until he reached the ground. He realized as he landed that the crashing was coming from the wrong direction…it was coming from their jet. A trim figure dashed out of the underbrush and slid to a stop when he saw him.
“Dad!” he said. “You’re okay!”
Logan raised an eyebrow and sheathed his claws. “Comfortable enough with me now to call me Dad?” he growled. “We just met.”
“But-“
“Look, kid,” he growled, “I loved yer mother, and apparently, those feelings weren’t mutual, ‘cuz she left me.” He took a deep breath in. “I didn’t know about the two o’ you for almost two years after you were born. You’re my blood but that doesn’t mean you’re my son; not yet, anyway.” Dax drew back, obviously shocked by what his father had to say. “Sorry kid,” Wolverine growled. “I’m just as shocked as you are. Promise.” He took a deep breath in and immediately began to growl.
“What is it?” Dax asked.
“Trouble,” Wolverine said. His claws popped from his knuckles again and he balled his fists tightly. “I hope you got some kind of power kid,” he said. “If you don’t, we’re in some big trouble.”
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“Faster Than Light”
Her name was Rogue and she was used to drawing stares. It seemed to her that she was usually the female X-Man to attract the most attraction, but today she was virtually ignored, but that was exactly what she wanted. She smiled as she walked through the lobby of Shaw Industries’ New York City offices, being followed closely by two men, one a long time friend and compatriot and the other the reason they moved so effortlessly through the building.
“This is beyond bizarre, Herr Summers,” Nightcrawler said. “I am not used to this.”
“Just keep the chit-chat to a minimum,” Cable said. “The less there is to filter, the easier it is for me to keep this up.” Kurt gave a silent nod and a wink and Rogue grinned and continued forward. They came to the elevators and got inside the first to arrive. They were the only ones inside so Cable dropped the illusion.
“Everyone understand their role?” she asked.
“Crystal clear,” Cable said.
“Ya,” Kurt replied with a nod.
“Good,” she said. They stood silently until the elevator stopped. Cable’s eye shone as the doors opened and they exited. Rogue walked up to the receptionist. “Anna Darkholme for Sebastian Shaw,” she said. Cable’s eye flashed again as the young woman looked down at her calendar.
“Ah yes,” she said. “You’re right here. Mister Shaw is waiting for you.” She motioned to the office door and the three X-Men walked into Shaw’s office. Cable dropped the illusion as the door closed behind them and Sebastian looked up at them.
“What the he--“
Rogue rocketed across the room, slamming into Shaw, through the window and across the New York City skyline. They flew across the sky for several miles before they stopped, hovering in mid-air. “Hey there, Sugah,” she said. “No use fighting. It’s quite a drop.”
Shaw began laughing. “Are you serious?” he growled. “I am capable of absorbing massive amounts of kinetic energy. A drop like this wouldn’t even bruise me.”
Rogue smiled. “Are you serious?” she asked. “Look down, Shaw.”
Shaw looked down and began to squirm. Rogue smiled; they were far outside the city and hovered steadily over the Atlantic Ocean. She held him out to arm’s length and grinned. “Now, by my figurin’,” she said, “we’re about a mile and half up and fifteen miles out from the city; the water is barely above freezing this time of year. You’ll probably survive the drop, but the cold is going to sap your strength pretty quickly. Even the best swimmers have trouble in these temperatures. So, ah’ll drop you, you’ll survive the drop…but will you survive the swim?”
“D-don’t,” he said. “Don’t drop me.”
“Ah won’t,” she said, “as long as we can talk.” Suddenly, the ocean disappeared, replaced by a generic conference room. Cable already sat there in a carefully tailored suit and Rogue walked up to Nathan and sat down next to him. Shaw stood in shock in the corner of the room.
“It’s a telepathic projection,” Cable said. “This is all in your head, so you might as well just sit down. Help yourself feel comfortable.”
“You’re still with me over the ocean,” Rogue said, confirming his suspicions. “Sit down, now, and let’s talk.”
“About?”
“You’re going to tell us about two things,” Cable growled. “Number one, Roberto DaCosta. Number two, Project Glimmer.”
Shaw leaned forward with a smile. “Oh, am I?”
Theresa Cassidy dashed through the Amazonian jungle, gritting her teeth. Logan’s son, if that’s who the kid really was, was going to get his ass kicked by her personally. What he had done was stupid. Following him was almost dumber, but she had at least been trained by Cable to survive doing stupid things. She stopped suddenly. Her hearing was better than most, a result of her mutation; careful attention to small changes in pitch could make a huge change for her in combat.
A slight whisper could also alert her to trouble.
She took a deep breath in as the whisper turned into a growl and Terri jumped into the air. Feral howled as she leapt at Siryn but she only slammed into a wall of solid sound. Terri lunged forward and slammed into her attacker’s gut with equal savagery. Feral growled and grabbed the back of Terri’s head, digging her claws into her scalp.
“Bad move,” Siryn grunted as she took another deep breath and unleashed an ear-splitting scream. Feral was thrown away violently and slammed against a tree.
“Good move, kiddo!” came a call from behind her. Wolverine vaulted over her, fists forward and claws extended. He pinned Callasantos against the tree with them as she howled in pain. Logan pulled away from her and glanced at Siryn. “You okay, Cassidy?” he asked.
She ran her hand through her hair and pulled it away. Blood colored her fingers red, but not as bad as she had expected. “I hurt, but I’m fine,” she said. She stood and glanced behind her, noticing that Logan’s son stood several feet away, standing alert.
“Good,” Wolverine replied. He turned back to his captive. “Let ‘Ro know we’re fine. Me and yer old teammate are going to have a little talk.”
“Hah!” Feral growled. “Yeah right, old man! You think you can make m--”
Logan pulled one of his fists away just enough to dislodge it from the tree and twisted his claws. Feral gritted her teeth and choked back a scream. “You’re going to talk,” he said. “Where’s the rest of your team?”
“I don’t kn-“ Logan twisted again. “We’ve spread out. We’re all around you…I just got lucky and found you first.”
“Arclight found us first,” Logan said. “She’s not going to be finding anyone for a while. You’re going to call your pals off and, if you do, you’ll end up in better shape than she’s in. You get it?”
“Y-yeah,” she said. “I get it.”
“Good,” he growled. “Your radio.” He pulled his claws from her shoulder and held his hand out. She carefully pulled the radio from her belt. “Now you’re going to tell them that you’ve caught our scent and we’re headed south,” he growled. “You say anything different, I’ll take your head off right here, no lie. Got it?”
She nodded and turned the radio on. “Creed,” she said. “Feral. Caught their scent, they’re moving--” She glanced at Logan, “--north. They’re moving north!”
Logan knocked the radio out of her hands and head-butted her, knocking her unconscious. He stood over her and chuckled. “Predictable,” he said. “The jet’s straight south.” He glanced over his shoulder at Terri and Dax. “Let’s move.”
Shaw leaned back in his chair with a slight grin on his face. He had been quiet since they had sat down. Too quiet.
Kurt wandered around the room, his tail twitching back and forth. “He does realize where we are, really, ja?”Nightcrawler finally asked.
“I’ll remind him,” Cable said. Shaw disappeared for several seconds, and then reappeared, gasping for air. “Next time, Rogue’s going to drop you,” Cable said. “You have about fifteen seconds and then I’ll take it from you forcefully. I’ll probably leave a nice telepathic suggestion behind also, like the loss of all bladder and bowel control whenever anyone uses the word cucumber around you.”
“Cute,” Shaw said. “I’ll tell; there’s no need to get violent.”
Cable smiled. “This is me being non-violent. No need to say anything now, though, you revealed everything the moment you decided to be honest with us. Rogue?”
The room suddenly vanished, leaving Rogue holding Shaw over the ocean. She smiled “See you soon Sebastian.” She let go.
Shaw landed on the floor of his office, the strong smell of brimstone in the air. Kurt Wagner crouched down next to him.
“Good night, Herr Shaw,” he said.
*BAMF*
“Move.” Logan jogged forward, leading Siryn and Dax towards the jet carefully but quickly. The sleek black jet was only about a hundred yards away. They were almost there, when Logan stopped. “Keep moving,” he said. Dax ran forward eagerly, but Terri stopped next to him.
“Logan?”
“Kiddo, you have ten seconds to get there,” he said. “Go!”
*SNIKT*
“Go!”
Siryn broke into a panicked run as a roar split the jungle air. Terri glanced over her shoulder as Sabretooth emerged from the jungle in a dead run. “LOGAN!” he screamed. “You’re dead!”
“Getting old,” Logan said. He jumped forward and slashed Sabretooth across the chest, spun and stabbed him in the shoulder.
Terri ran into the jet as Creed kicked Logan away. “Storm!” she cried. “Logan is in trouble!”
“I’m well aware of that,” Storm said calmly as the jet began to lift off. “Take the controls.”
Siryn ran forward, sat in the co-pilot seat and took the controls. “What are you going to do?” Terri asked.
Storm ran to the ramp. “Help,” she said. She took several quick steps and jumped out of the door. She free fell for several seconds before the wind caught her and slowed her descent. She landed in the foliage near Logan just as Arclight and Tempo rushed out of jungle, both of whom were promptly met by twin bolts of lightning. “Logan!” Storm cried.
“Little busy right now, ‘Ro!” he cried. He slammed his knee into Sabretooth’s gut and slashed him across the face.
“We’re outnumbered!” she cried, blasting Avalanche with a massive gust of wind.
“I like being outnumbered!” he screamed as he punched Creed in the throat.
“You got no chance punk!” Creed growled and punched Logan. “Things have changed in Weapon X.” He clawed him across the face. “It’s not just the skeleton they’ve reinforced now!” He punched Logan again, forcing him to the ground. “It’s all the soft spots! Throat, kidneys, solar plexus--”
Wolverine popped his claws and lunged forward, nailing Creed in the groin. “How about the nuts?!” he growled with a grin. Sabretooth howled in pain and tumbled over as Logan stood and sheathed his claws. “Guess not. We clear, ‘Ro?”
“For the moment! GO!”
Logan spun and broke into a sprint. Halfway between his start point and the jet, he felt a strong wind start behind him and suddenly yank him off his feet. He could smell Ororo, even over the wind, just above him. They hit the jet quickly, landing in a heap.
“GO CASSIDY!” Logan screamed. “GO!!”
Moments later, the jet rocketed away at full speed leaving a sonic boom in its wake. Creed stood painfully as his team began to gather together, looked up with his eyes narrowing. “This still ain’t over, runt.”
Clarice Ferguson turned her head slightly, watching the images scroll over the television screen and her head rolled forward. She had been in a drugged state for nearly two months now, not that it really mattered to her. She had been blissfully ignorant of everything that had happened to her.
There was a loud bang outside, followed by gunfire. She rolled her head to the side, looking toward the exterior wall. Who or whatever was out there was making a lot of noise. She looked back at her screen, wondering who it was out there. There was a hissing sound then the door swung open and a pair of very handsome young men hurried into the room and stood in front of her.
Nathan stood in the Academy’s medical wing, waiting outside the small three-bed room where Roberto, Karima and Clarice were being checked out. He kept his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet in impatience. Finally Hank McCoy emerged from the room, drying his furry hands on a towel.
“Well?” Cable asked.
“You don’t already know?” Hank said, raising an eyebrow.
“You know I don’t intrude unless necessary,” he said.
Beast nodded and glanced over his shoulder. Rachel sat next to Clarice’s bed, her eyes closed, the vague shape of a bird flickered around her right eye. “Roberto and Karima will be fine,” he said. “Bruised, battered, but fine. The girl, though?”
“Pretty messed up?”
“Very,” Hank said. “The drug cocktail they were pumping into her will require some pretty intensive detox. Rachel will be able to put her into a psychic coma for however long it requires.”
“That’s at least halfway good news,” Cable said.
“I’ll be able to come down and check on her as often as possible,” he continued. “Otherwise, Rachel’s downloaded the information she needs from me.”
“You doing okay up there?” he asked.
“We’re getting warmer,” Hank said. “I wish I had more to say than that. Really, we’re trying to inspire people again. The Avengers attacked in public like that? Shakes public opinion pretty badly.”
“Good thing Stark is leading the team at the moment,” Cable said.
“No kidding,” Hank agreed. “Ororo and Logan?”
“Home in a couple hours,” Cable replied. “Ready to start into the semester. After the last few days, we could all use a little less excitement.”
Lake Baikal, Siberia
Aleksei had been fishing all day with no luck, and today was also not a good day. He wondered often why he had sold so much of his farm. It had seemed like ever since he had, attempting to gain his living from catching omul and graylings, the fish had stopped biting, literally. Surrendering to the inevitable, he steered his fishing trawler towards the dock carefully, slowing as he got within twenty meters. As he neared the dock, he saw a tall young man standing on the shore, naked save a pair of shorts.
Aleksei stopped the boat at the dock and quickly lashed it to the wooden structure before he walked towards the young man. “Excuse me?” he asked tentatively. “Are you okay?”
The young man looked at him and his face turned into a snarl as he rushed forward, slamming into Aleksei, who was thrown away and hit the dirt hard. He rolled for several seconds, stopped and looked up at the man. He had stopped attacking but he had changed physically. His body had changed, more accurately, into a creature of living steel.
A colossus.
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“This is beyond bizarre, Herr Summers,” Nightcrawler said. “I am not used to this.”
“Just keep the chit-chat to a minimum,” Cable said. “The less there is to filter, the easier it is for me to keep this up.” Kurt gave a silent nod and a wink and Rogue grinned and continued forward. They came to the elevators and got inside the first to arrive. They were the only ones inside so Cable dropped the illusion.
“Everyone understand their role?” she asked.
“Crystal clear,” Cable said.
“Ya,” Kurt replied with a nod.
“Good,” she said. They stood silently until the elevator stopped. Cable’s eye shone as the doors opened and they exited. Rogue walked up to the receptionist. “Anna Darkholme for Sebastian Shaw,” she said. Cable’s eye flashed again as the young woman looked down at her calendar.
“Ah yes,” she said. “You’re right here. Mister Shaw is waiting for you.” She motioned to the office door and the three X-Men walked into Shaw’s office. Cable dropped the illusion as the door closed behind them and Sebastian looked up at them.
“What the he--“
Rogue rocketed across the room, slamming into Shaw, through the window and across the New York City skyline. They flew across the sky for several miles before they stopped, hovering in mid-air. “Hey there, Sugah,” she said. “No use fighting. It’s quite a drop.”
Shaw began laughing. “Are you serious?” he growled. “I am capable of absorbing massive amounts of kinetic energy. A drop like this wouldn’t even bruise me.”
Rogue smiled. “Are you serious?” she asked. “Look down, Shaw.”
Shaw looked down and began to squirm. Rogue smiled; they were far outside the city and hovered steadily over the Atlantic Ocean. She held him out to arm’s length and grinned. “Now, by my figurin’,” she said, “we’re about a mile and half up and fifteen miles out from the city; the water is barely above freezing this time of year. You’ll probably survive the drop, but the cold is going to sap your strength pretty quickly. Even the best swimmers have trouble in these temperatures. So, ah’ll drop you, you’ll survive the drop…but will you survive the swim?”
“D-don’t,” he said. “Don’t drop me.”
“Ah won’t,” she said, “as long as we can talk.” Suddenly, the ocean disappeared, replaced by a generic conference room. Cable already sat there in a carefully tailored suit and Rogue walked up to Nathan and sat down next to him. Shaw stood in shock in the corner of the room.
“It’s a telepathic projection,” Cable said. “This is all in your head, so you might as well just sit down. Help yourself feel comfortable.”
“You’re still with me over the ocean,” Rogue said, confirming his suspicions. “Sit down, now, and let’s talk.”
“About?”
“You’re going to tell us about two things,” Cable growled. “Number one, Roberto DaCosta. Number two, Project Glimmer.”
Shaw leaned forward with a smile. “Oh, am I?”
Theresa Cassidy dashed through the Amazonian jungle, gritting her teeth. Logan’s son, if that’s who the kid really was, was going to get his ass kicked by her personally. What he had done was stupid. Following him was almost dumber, but she had at least been trained by Cable to survive doing stupid things. She stopped suddenly. Her hearing was better than most, a result of her mutation; careful attention to small changes in pitch could make a huge change for her in combat.
A slight whisper could also alert her to trouble.
She took a deep breath in as the whisper turned into a growl and Terri jumped into the air. Feral howled as she leapt at Siryn but she only slammed into a wall of solid sound. Terri lunged forward and slammed into her attacker’s gut with equal savagery. Feral growled and grabbed the back of Terri’s head, digging her claws into her scalp.
“Bad move,” Siryn grunted as she took another deep breath and unleashed an ear-splitting scream. Feral was thrown away violently and slammed against a tree.
“Good move, kiddo!” came a call from behind her. Wolverine vaulted over her, fists forward and claws extended. He pinned Callasantos against the tree with them as she howled in pain. Logan pulled away from her and glanced at Siryn. “You okay, Cassidy?” he asked.
She ran her hand through her hair and pulled it away. Blood colored her fingers red, but not as bad as she had expected. “I hurt, but I’m fine,” she said. She stood and glanced behind her, noticing that Logan’s son stood several feet away, standing alert.
“Good,” Wolverine replied. He turned back to his captive. “Let ‘Ro know we’re fine. Me and yer old teammate are going to have a little talk.”
“Hah!” Feral growled. “Yeah right, old man! You think you can make m--”
Logan pulled one of his fists away just enough to dislodge it from the tree and twisted his claws. Feral gritted her teeth and choked back a scream. “You’re going to talk,” he said. “Where’s the rest of your team?”
“I don’t kn-“ Logan twisted again. “We’ve spread out. We’re all around you…I just got lucky and found you first.”
“Arclight found us first,” Logan said. “She’s not going to be finding anyone for a while. You’re going to call your pals off and, if you do, you’ll end up in better shape than she’s in. You get it?”
“Y-yeah,” she said. “I get it.”
“Good,” he growled. “Your radio.” He pulled his claws from her shoulder and held his hand out. She carefully pulled the radio from her belt. “Now you’re going to tell them that you’ve caught our scent and we’re headed south,” he growled. “You say anything different, I’ll take your head off right here, no lie. Got it?”
She nodded and turned the radio on. “Creed,” she said. “Feral. Caught their scent, they’re moving--” She glanced at Logan, “--north. They’re moving north!”
Logan knocked the radio out of her hands and head-butted her, knocking her unconscious. He stood over her and chuckled. “Predictable,” he said. “The jet’s straight south.” He glanced over his shoulder at Terri and Dax. “Let’s move.”
Shaw leaned back in his chair with a slight grin on his face. He had been quiet since they had sat down. Too quiet.
Kurt wandered around the room, his tail twitching back and forth. “He does realize where we are, really, ja?”Nightcrawler finally asked.
“I’ll remind him,” Cable said. Shaw disappeared for several seconds, and then reappeared, gasping for air. “Next time, Rogue’s going to drop you,” Cable said. “You have about fifteen seconds and then I’ll take it from you forcefully. I’ll probably leave a nice telepathic suggestion behind also, like the loss of all bladder and bowel control whenever anyone uses the word cucumber around you.”
“Cute,” Shaw said. “I’ll tell; there’s no need to get violent.”
Cable smiled. “This is me being non-violent. No need to say anything now, though, you revealed everything the moment you decided to be honest with us. Rogue?”
The room suddenly vanished, leaving Rogue holding Shaw over the ocean. She smiled “See you soon Sebastian.” She let go.
Shaw landed on the floor of his office, the strong smell of brimstone in the air. Kurt Wagner crouched down next to him.
“Good night, Herr Shaw,” he said.
*BAMF*
“Move.” Logan jogged forward, leading Siryn and Dax towards the jet carefully but quickly. The sleek black jet was only about a hundred yards away. They were almost there, when Logan stopped. “Keep moving,” he said. Dax ran forward eagerly, but Terri stopped next to him.
“Logan?”
“Kiddo, you have ten seconds to get there,” he said. “Go!”
*SNIKT*
“Go!”
Siryn broke into a panicked run as a roar split the jungle air. Terri glanced over her shoulder as Sabretooth emerged from the jungle in a dead run. “LOGAN!” he screamed. “You’re dead!”
“Getting old,” Logan said. He jumped forward and slashed Sabretooth across the chest, spun and stabbed him in the shoulder.
Terri ran into the jet as Creed kicked Logan away. “Storm!” she cried. “Logan is in trouble!”
“I’m well aware of that,” Storm said calmly as the jet began to lift off. “Take the controls.”
Siryn ran forward, sat in the co-pilot seat and took the controls. “What are you going to do?” Terri asked.
Storm ran to the ramp. “Help,” she said. She took several quick steps and jumped out of the door. She free fell for several seconds before the wind caught her and slowed her descent. She landed in the foliage near Logan just as Arclight and Tempo rushed out of jungle, both of whom were promptly met by twin bolts of lightning. “Logan!” Storm cried.
“Little busy right now, ‘Ro!” he cried. He slammed his knee into Sabretooth’s gut and slashed him across the face.
“We’re outnumbered!” she cried, blasting Avalanche with a massive gust of wind.
“I like being outnumbered!” he screamed as he punched Creed in the throat.
“You got no chance punk!” Creed growled and punched Logan. “Things have changed in Weapon X.” He clawed him across the face. “It’s not just the skeleton they’ve reinforced now!” He punched Logan again, forcing him to the ground. “It’s all the soft spots! Throat, kidneys, solar plexus--”
Wolverine popped his claws and lunged forward, nailing Creed in the groin. “How about the nuts?!” he growled with a grin. Sabretooth howled in pain and tumbled over as Logan stood and sheathed his claws. “Guess not. We clear, ‘Ro?”
“For the moment! GO!”
Logan spun and broke into a sprint. Halfway between his start point and the jet, he felt a strong wind start behind him and suddenly yank him off his feet. He could smell Ororo, even over the wind, just above him. They hit the jet quickly, landing in a heap.
“GO CASSIDY!” Logan screamed. “GO!!”
Moments later, the jet rocketed away at full speed leaving a sonic boom in its wake. Creed stood painfully as his team began to gather together, looked up with his eyes narrowing. “This still ain’t over, runt.”
Clarice Ferguson turned her head slightly, watching the images scroll over the television screen and her head rolled forward. She had been in a drugged state for nearly two months now, not that it really mattered to her. She had been blissfully ignorant of everything that had happened to her.
There was a loud bang outside, followed by gunfire. She rolled her head to the side, looking toward the exterior wall. Who or whatever was out there was making a lot of noise. She looked back at her screen, wondering who it was out there. There was a hissing sound then the door swung open and a pair of very handsome young men hurried into the room and stood in front of her.
“Clarice,” one of them said. He had a nice accent, British she thought. She had always liked English men. “Clarice, my name is Jono. We’re here to save you.”
Nathan stood in the Academy’s medical wing, waiting outside the small three-bed room where Roberto, Karima and Clarice were being checked out. He kept his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet in impatience. Finally Hank McCoy emerged from the room, drying his furry hands on a towel.
“Well?” Cable asked.
“You don’t already know?” Hank said, raising an eyebrow.
“You know I don’t intrude unless necessary,” he said.
Beast nodded and glanced over his shoulder. Rachel sat next to Clarice’s bed, her eyes closed, the vague shape of a bird flickered around her right eye. “Roberto and Karima will be fine,” he said. “Bruised, battered, but fine. The girl, though?”
“Pretty messed up?”
“Very,” Hank said. “The drug cocktail they were pumping into her will require some pretty intensive detox. Rachel will be able to put her into a psychic coma for however long it requires.”
“That’s at least halfway good news,” Cable said.
“I’ll be able to come down and check on her as often as possible,” he continued. “Otherwise, Rachel’s downloaded the information she needs from me.”
“You doing okay up there?” he asked.
“We’re getting warmer,” Hank said. “I wish I had more to say than that. Really, we’re trying to inspire people again. The Avengers attacked in public like that? Shakes public opinion pretty badly.”
“Good thing Stark is leading the team at the moment,” Cable said.
“No kidding,” Hank agreed. “Ororo and Logan?”
“Home in a couple hours,” Cable replied. “Ready to start into the semester. After the last few days, we could all use a little less excitement.”
Lake Baikal, Siberia
Aleksei had been fishing all day with no luck, and today was also not a good day. He wondered often why he had sold so much of his farm. It had seemed like ever since he had, attempting to gain his living from catching omul and graylings, the fish had stopped biting, literally. Surrendering to the inevitable, he steered his fishing trawler towards the dock carefully, slowing as he got within twenty meters. As he neared the dock, he saw a tall young man standing on the shore, naked save a pair of shorts.
Aleksei stopped the boat at the dock and quickly lashed it to the wooden structure before he walked towards the young man. “Excuse me?” he asked tentatively. “Are you okay?”
The young man looked at him and his face turned into a snarl as he rushed forward, slamming into Aleksei, who was thrown away and hit the dirt hard. He rolled for several seconds, stopped and looked up at the man. He had stopped attacking but he had changed physically. His body had changed, more accurately, into a creature of living steel.
A colossus.
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