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What If: 1625, Ethan (second part).

Fury ...

Jerusalem, three years earlier.

Hot. A warm, which seems to be leaking from the deepest abyss of 'hell
envelops the entire holy city Jerusalem.
outside the walls of the city, a group of monks wrapped in white closest to
policemen are guarding the first gate. The soldiers, armed to the teeth
not even make the case to a group of human wreckage that stink worse
carcasses and walk barefoot.
Once in Jerusalem, the group of monks continued on his way, but one of them
. The figure takes off his hood revealing his face, a boy apparently
twenties,
's long brown hair framing her face and a shaggy beard grows on the face.
After a moment, looked around, William Fiumevento
you walk along the streets of Jerusalem, keeping my head down and
carefully avoiding the eyes of the guards. He arrived in a blind alley
, knocks on a door rather shabby.
emerge from a slit eyes, peering William, who, without batting an eye, says
simply

"Draco dormiens numquam titillandus.."

The door opens, and the young Venetian nobleman can enter the dark hovel.

"He made a good trip, Fiumevento lord? ", asks the servant entrance.

"As always." , meets William, not worth more than a look and moving towards a darkened hallway. Finally arrives, climbing a flight of spiral stairs, in an Oval Office, barely lit by torches on the wall.

"Welcome back, William." , says a voice hidden in the shadows.

"Maestro." , simply said the boy, bowing.

"Without a good trip?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"So, you would go to Venice."

"I think I am ready, my lord."

"Well it is." , continues the voice, deep and warm. "You've always been sort of like a son to me. After the 'fire in your home, I took in my case is that you ... ... well ... God rest his soul ... your sister. "

William did not bat an eyelid, and does not move his eyes from the floor.

"Fix fear against those who use it for plunder." , simply says the voice.

"The I will. ", William replied, getting up and moving towards the darkness.

*******************

's young.

and beautiful.

smell her perfume from the alley where he is waiting. Clutching a basket full of apples, red as his cheeks. As soon as one approaches the jump on her, beat her up
when it can no longer move, and may rejoice in his body. As soon as a few steps from him, he appears before. His face is not afraid to excite more. He began to beat her to make her cry, and bleed. Then he looses pants, slowly. But ...

something goes wrong.

Someone grabs your neck. Is shaken from head to foot, and slammed against the wall. Do not have time to get up, it receives a right gauntlet, which makes him see stars.
Attempts to react, to fight, but that avoids any coup attempt to launch. Indeed, it seems ... it seems that most attempts to respond, his opponent becomes more fast and strong. They are being broken both arms and legs with quick shots and deadly, but not quite
even human. He can not move, and is reduced to an almost comatose, lying on the ground. Up slowly and suddenly his eyes, unable to view. A man clad entirely in white, hooded. In some parts of the body, such as the pelvis and the life, or your hands, elbows and knees are covered by different sections of metal. At the foot on a pair of boots blacks, leather. The sky begins to get cloudy, and rain.

"But ... but ... who the hell are you ...?" , moans, and, in a last desperate attempt,
tries to snatch the cap from the face to look into the eyes of the reason for his death. A flash of lightning, illuminating the alley and with it the entire Venice.

What we can see, by the light, the blood freezes in my veins: a white mask, stained black.

wells darkness that reproduce furious expression.

chilling.

"Your worst nightmare.".

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What If: New Skrull City: The guinea pig Number Five (John)

John Dorian, a scientist of world importance, was able last year to accapparasi the role of minister of science and government Rh'lor, thanks to the interests and objectives common to become the right shoulder of becoming president-elect, so powerful and the most hated man on the planet, after the same Rh'lor.

purpose of science is to accelerate the transition of the species human to that mutant. Without incurring excessive pericolse complications and above all without the mortality rate of 85% which provides the current drug Extremis designed by the same Dorian. To do so, the scientist, has formed a research team with the best scientists in the world collected in one laboratory and it is there that is heading.

changed pale echo of the steps in a long, dark corridor leading to the seat of the laboratory. Location that only the research team know. Lights in the middle of the corridor, mostly electrocuted and metal walls partially reddened by rust lead the scientist to a single direction: A large door opened only in titanium through the recognition of the retina by a panel next to it. That was the only part taken care of the whole structure. The rest, anyone, would have seemed a dreary abandoned structure.

The door opens and the pale scientist can make his entrance with the case of beer that dragged down the hall behind

"Today nothing Panil Ambre, guys, that dog Cecilia gave me only this case: Redstoker Stark . So you see not to break my balls and everything bevetevi. It 'still a Red. "

The tone is a mixture of the sarcastic and ironic and already is preparing to lay at your feet the case. Pulls out three bottles he holds in his hands and then looks around. On her right a man with a bushy red hair and goatee shake enjoyed two tubes as two maracas. It looks fun, and shake to the beat of Mexican music that resonates for all future laboratory. When Malakian finally realizes Dorian with a flick dropped the two tubes inside a trash can and then gets ready to take flight to the bottle Toss:

"You son of a bitch, I began to believe you were absconded with all our poison. Where the hell did you put my whiskey? "

"As I said before: do not see breaking balls and drink. Where is the Eban? "

" You are taking a nap after the three castrated mice. E 'on the bed in his office. "

Then Dorian's attention is attracted by the figure of Crawford. The scientist is quietly sitting at the computer that keeps the vital signs of active Wolfud. In addition to the English scientist, and over a thick slab of bulletproof glass three men lying completely naked and tied to the beds. The three mice captured from Baldwin: Ramon Inigo Montoya, Vince and Mike Izzy Tail Wolfud.

The three are in a state of induced coma, connected to the beds strongly reinforced by a variety of buckles metal plates to prevent the three tear with relative ease the three buckles. Around them, a light blanket of fog in the air tristibuisce the drug invented by Dorian and perfected by the brilliant team. Drug that in a few days, thanks to special treatment, should lead the three mutants to access capabilities that were never given.

"Crawford, detached from that process for a moment and beviti a beer."

"Uh huh? Oh, no, no no. ..... Thank you Mr. Dor or for the Queen! "

English does not have time to reject the beer the bottle is already in flight. Man tries to stretch the bottle bounces off the hands and finally falls right on the PC it is connected to breaking Wolfud in several pieces and distributed throughout the full-bodied amber liquid inside the PC. A few moments and gray smoke begins to exit the house followed by sparks. Malakian is the first to react, the tension of the moment, the fear of losing years of work in a cortocicuito, have turned into a hideous beast completely covered with the slimy sintopelle. A tentacle snaps and the outlet is disconnected. Seguida then a series of curses and imprecations of the same number of Malakian.

"To the Queen! Broke the hard drive!" , shouting in English while the other side of the figure of Wolfud glass begins to stir as a prey to violent spasm and cramps. The body of the mutant folds into place that humans have very little and quickly dies.

"Very well, are guinea pigs. I would not worry too much ..."

Dorian states with disinterest. Shrugs his shoulders and quietly begins to drink his beer drinking with gusto.

".. we have two more, right? How's it going with Montoya?"

"..."

"..."

"Oh, I asked a question and I want a fucking answer!"

"Um, dead."

Responds infile, feeble and awkward, the English doctor. The revelation that Dorian can not react in surprise. He almost strangles you with its beer.

"What the fuck is death?"

"We say that Eban has cut a bit 'too much and that before, I was playing with a piece of him."

E 'justification of the second of three mice Malakian lost.

"Oh, shit, shit ... shit ... shit ! let's not even kill Tail. We need him alive. We have already lost four guinea pigs. I have enough!"

So the experiments continued (continued. ..)

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What If: The end justifies the means (part two), Will.

"E 'come from?"

Dante's voice rings out for the warehouse 4C of BMT, seeing the approaching truck and a storage charge coming toward him.

"Yes, sir, directly from Ireland, as you ordered, we used the means faster, but the costs are ..."

"No matter, the game will be worth the candle."

The case is brought before him for inspection and the new managing director of BMT opens quietly, but with great curiosity and impatience in the depths of the soul. Move the hair from her face.

"Wonderful ..."

An expression of pure pleasure and almost madness in the eyes of the most famous doctor in New York. In the case of vials, instruments and documents of various types, all perfectly packaged.

"In the laboratory 15, in a hurry!"

Order any of the transportation workers to load the boxes and the transfer begins.

Doctor Malakian, Miss Mc Leod the phone. "

A man in a suit and tie, declined in the stores, it brings a sophisticated phone and hands it to Dante.

"Hello, Miss Mc Leod ...?"

"Hello, Malakian"

"Its cargo arrived on time and perfectly intact."

I hope that my research on stem cells could be useful ...

"Are you kidding? You are the bulwark of stem cell science. I will send a private plane to fetch it: the official invitation as my guest!"

smile is painted on the face of the young manage, risky and risky, a little thought, as usual, but it has a unique flair for business.

"We will discuss matters that may interest you .."

"... Well then, goodbye."

The call is closed, everything is prepared quickly and flawlessly.

****************************** ****

Dr. Malakian sitting in his leather chair in his luxury apartment in a residential area. The living room is very spacious, comfortable and obscured by the raging night on Manhattan, with walls in warm colors and furniture to modern taste. Many things had happened in his escape from the coach and his first meeting with John Dorian, too many to remember or tell.

"profit this year grew by four percent."

right leg resting on the arm of his chair comfortable, elegant shoe with feet dangling. The pants are signed at various points and crumpled shirt rippling rhythmically following the motion of her breathing.

"The research and development ... the task force did not yield the desired results ..."

Through the half-moon spectacles very professional from the titanium frame, his eyes carefully scrutinize the budget of that year, drawn up at year end. A look a bit 'full of disappointment for what is written there. He closes his eyes, threw the sheets on the floor and takes off his glasses. Bring the left hand to the eyes and massage them slowly.

"Be damned ..."

The home phone rings, breathe deeply, open your eyes and gaze move slowly on the cordless. Mister Willson, his dog, trots him wagging his nose and pushes the foot. Dante moves the look on his faithful mate, rests a hand on the head and starts to get weary.

'Go Sit beautiful ... "

And that obeys, and the renowned doctor approaches the little table on which rested the cordless ... He hesitates a moment, moves a little and pour the whiskey on the rocks in a crystal glass. Tired expression on her face veiled and a concern ...

"Hello ...?"

finally takes the phone and accepts the call, in the left hand holds the glass with the drink bright ocher. The heart rate increases, giving him horrible feeling. Even when covering a load of drugs or equipment Illegal feels so strange and agitated.

Doctor Malakian? Are Ike. "

"Good evening."

"Have a minute?" I should tell something ... Sit down, is better. "

Dante walks slowly towards his seat, and the whiskey in his hand. The apartment is dark, lit only by moonlight that passes through the large skylight above the living room: a gloomy atmosphere. He sits comfortably, despite the thoughts, and takes a long sip from the glass. Long moments of silence and then the voice comes out almost forcibly pushed by the force of the will of the doctor.

"Tell me ..."

"... finding that my exams asked them ... Acute leukemia is very common, the remaining few months of life. I'm sorry sir. "

The call is closed and the doctor more powerful than all of New York dropped the phone on the ground with a thud on fine marble. Look at his house almost in disgust, all he had done until then had suddenly lost meaning and flavor.

"FUCK!"

Aggressive and angry with it down the table and the bottle of whiskey and chess in wood. The glass is broken under the pressure of Malakian an increasingly unstable. The whole world is falling apart around him in an instant, all that was repressed in the deep re-emerges in a bright and chaotic frenzy of madness.

"long way to get away from home ... And I became just like my father ..."

In brief moments can be found at the door, opens it and disappears from the apartment.

****************************** **********

The private practice of Dante is located in one of the slums of New York. Untouched because of the place being protected by a gang hired specifically for this task and equipped with security systems. The man opens the door and closes it behind him, down the stairs to the basement and turns on the light that illuminates the area with a dull hum. The laboratory is not very big, but is equipped and advanced, as well as a little messy and confusing.

"Where the hell is ..."

hands nervously space for tables, and boxes of documents, looking for something small enough to lose in those places.

"There!"

Extracts a vial of an airtight container. Inside the tube a black liquid, viscous, almost seems agitated.

"Stem Cells treated ..."

takes a syringe and put in front of some complex machinery, is facing a crazy look to the vial at that time takes on a almost transcendent, divine meaning for the man reached the limits of his mental stability.

"With Mc Leod ..."

The machines are turned on, displaying the X-ray appearance of the administrator of despair. The syringe is forcefully injected into the spinal cord. The pain is intense, leans forward and falls on his knees ... press the plunger and the liquid disappears into the black man's body that he collapsed to the ground like a lifeless ... Weighed down by its very nature, unable to escape the past.

****************************** ************

Darkness most totally surrounded his mind ... A distant sound, like a faint breath.

"Malakian ..."

"Who are you?"

suddenly finds himself where that famous night, had fled from his home years ago. E 'and sitting next to the man himself has distinguished it looks. The entire scene is blurred almost a dream ...

John?

man's smile is accentuated until gaping mouth. It leaves a dark figure with angry eyes and an evil grin on his face red.

"Hello, my poor baby ..." All

again becomes dark ...

"Who the fuck are you?"

voice crackling, ghostly and profound answers.

"I'm Dante."

"Can ... I ... I AM DANTE."

"I am a part of Dante. Fear is my name."

"You do not exist ..."

"But you, dear doctor, and I want to thank you for giving me the light!"

"But how ..."

"Never mind."

Dante falls silent in the darkness that permeates it again.

"What have I become ?..."

"You really become yourself. Now you can leave everything to vent repressed hatred in your heart. Six escaped from a destiny to continue to run after it. YOU ARE WEAK! "



No. .." Oh you who you are ... "

No answer comes from Dante, in silence.

" SAY! "

" I am ... "

" But do not worry, I will deliver thee, I will help, just do what I command you and you'll feel better, better and better. "

" Deliver me ... "

" Hmm ... it takes a nice reward for Dr. Mc Leod, what do you say? "

Dante smiles darkness.

"You're right."

"It will be here next week for your invitation in your lodgings: so do not forget you."

I will!

****************************** ***********

The laboratory of Dr. Ike is empty and desolate. Cops move in and out, rhythmically. The doctor is missing now for several days and disappeared without a trace after the last call made to Dante.

"Have you found anything?"

Dante

A healthy and physically invigorated rather also slightly firmer, stands almost opposite the imposing Lieutenant Maros.

"Yes Mr. Malakian. In the apartment of Dr. Ike have found half-empty the closets, we believe that has packed up and is gone."

The lieutenant shook his head slowly and note the CEO of BMT.

"no family, no one to denounce the disappearance."

"I do not care, I examined documents, has placed any matter pending with the BMT, for me no more. "

The man in uniform looks carefully Dante and then lowers his eyes on the notebook, pressing with the pen.

"So you say they have not heard lately?"

"not outside the workplace.

The conversation turns to other unnecessary applications that do not give any interesting element to the lieutenant comes out with all his team along with Dante. Everything is quiet in the basement quickly, temporarily closed for maintenance. Dr. Malakian sitting on wooden crates in the corridor, thoughtfully.

"I have not found any documents about the exams ..."

Breathe in deeply as he puts his hands to his head. A mocking smile on his face is painted, definitely not normal and insane.

"It 'disappeared, no one will know of my illness ... I do not believe in God, but this evening I will drink in his honor."

jumped down from the box and goes through the corridors from the white walls in the direct section of the leadership. Foolishly sure of himself than ever.

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What If: The union is strength?, Zachary.

Hell's Kitchen, late night ...

The devil's kitchen call. A name that
more suitable, given the large life criminal who was born there and still there is
refuge.
And that's where, on one of the tallest buildings,
held a small meeting.
A woman standing next to
parapet. It is small and petite, but not too thin.
wears jeans and a black leather jacket that is slightly abundant.
head in a black beret, at the foot of the boots.
hands move constantly, going now to remove the sunglasses that door,
hours to recover. Astride on the wall, however, is a man.
almost seven feet tall, has blue eyes and blond-gray hair
where the right hand moves continuously. He wears jeans and a leather jacket
, but at the foot of the door waterproof boots.
The third figure, which is held slightly to one side, resting his back against the wall
nearby. Tall, with blacks hair and blue eyes.
wears shorts, a polo shirt and sneakers. Heedless of the wind
, looking for something in his pockets. The girl walks back and forth nervously
obviously worried. Try to stay
, but apparently can not do it very well:

"You did a great
own bullshit."

The man on the wall says.
His blue eyes are staring at those blacks totally her. The girl initially
maintains his eye, but when his anger is not
, looks down. The other, still secure,
answers

"I repeat for the 37th time. I was not. "

" Then who? Who besides the two of us had the authority to tell him what to do? "


Man, laughing, responds "Authority? The two of us? We are terrorists, not soldiers
. Here there is no authority. "

" Come on, you know what I mean
. Ramì Jarrah was one of the few real men I knew.
not take orders from anyone. Only two of us. This is because there
respected. We were the only ones he trusted. But look what it
you have to do ... "

The man suddenly snaps. With a single leap
covers a distance of about three meters, bringing the girl in front
. This raises effortlessly, bringing their two
faces almost touching. Almost hissing, said:

"Repeat it again and you shatter the
head. It was not me to kill branches. I've already lost too many people
because of this stupid question. I would never ask for this.
Mai. Sam, I miss you too? "

The guy leaning against the wall,
until that moment remained silent, it should immediately alert.
Continue to keep a safe distance, menacing gaze is fixed
bad man.

The girl initially surprised, then smiled sweetly.


"Of course you should not miss Cameron"

"So, if you really do not trust,
use your power ... Find out if it's true or not,"

"..."

"Next do it! "

" I've already done ... It 's the first thing I did when I arrived here
. "

" So you know I'm telling the truth. "

"And you know, right?"

"Well, yes."

"I knew it ... But if it was not me and neither do you ... "

Cala a tense silence, stretching out like an octopus stretching its tentacles
, enveloping everyone present. The boy,
put his back against the wall and with a cigarette in his mouth, lights a flame
crackling on his finger. He stands by it
for a few seconds, then use it to light his cigarette.
a snap and the flame has disappeared, as if it never existed
.

Cameron, then, gives voice to the thoughts that plague all


"Who can be so powerful as to persuade Ramì to blow themselves up? "


***

NY bugle
Explosion at Kahiwa

Yesterday, at about 2 pm, has been a tremendous explosion
Kahiwa islands. The financial statements,
still provisional, they speak of 147 dead and 183 wounded, including 91 so
serious. The magnitude of the explosion was such that
dig a crater about 1 km in diameter with a depth of 50 meters. Now, the
waters that bathe the islands were given to do to cover up what
havoc. E ', however, certain that the person responsible is the murderer sought
Ramì Jarrah, a mutant with the ability to Arabic
to create waves and thermal explosions. It was found that was immune to his powers, but
clearly the scope of the explosion forced him to sacrifice
yet to complete its task.
A quick news updates.


(following image with a perfectly round lake, caused by '
explosion of Arabic)

Rubinkova Katrina, which publishes the bugle NY


***

Danger Room, the room night

is in full swing.
does his best, led by a perfect artificial intelligence,
to overwhelm the girl who is at the center of the room. But she does not
yields, not retreat. Do not succumb.
green eyes and brown hair, wearing the traditional suit of
'X-team. She woke with a start in the middle of the night and
, to discharge and groped
to stem the river of his thoughts, he set the room on the maximum difficulty. Hundreds of holograms
try in every way to hit the 'x-girl, but there's no way
. Each target is promptly electrocuted by a shock
launched by the girl. A field of electricity is always active
around the girl's body, cutting off the attack. Every now and then teleports
, with a small flash of light from one side of the room
. The machine struggling to keep up. Then
last resort option, almost unseemly to use with a member
expert. Boxes of rubber as big as cars began to rain
him, and despite all the efforts of the girl, no sign of slowing
. In panic stops bring paintings. He closes his eyes
, some of its end, when everything falls silent.
next to her stands a man completely covered with metal. Fully supports the effort
weight of two plastic blocks, and looks with a smile.
The door opens, and in the dark indicates that the deactivation of the room,
she opens her eyes. Smiling man. Then enter the pale when he sees
principal. The light that emanates in the midst of the darkness, it seems
almost blinding.

"Leon S-sorry ..." he mutters plan.

"No excuse Marika. You could have been dying. Bravo Seth, for the intervention
providential. "

" I told you I'm sorry. I'm sorry. "
plan takes the girl, almost pleading.

"Go to your room. Now. " responds with
hard man.

watch them roll away, looking with
dejected Leon Seth, and together they go away, leaving the room in complete danger
silence.

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Kitchenpro Breadmaker

What If: 1625 (Ethan), Part One.

(Inspired by "1602", by Neil Gaiman.)

Dog .

A night like many others, in London, Anno Domini 1625. The pilgrims going to Canterbury to visit the tomb of the martyr Thomas Becket, shady businessmen of all kinds, local landlords in search of strong emotions, all seem headed for a single room, this evening: the Tabard Inn, a humble tavern, hot and atmosphere. Inside you hear the pungent aroma of spices of any kind, the smell of sweat and alcohol that permeates the air. The customers sitting at tables or stand up to drink beer and palpate the breast of a young girl found no family.
Suddenly, two men make their entry apparently common and similar to all other customers. They are both dressed in black clothes travelers. The first of these is a boy even twenty years, brown hair and freckles on the face of a naive, the second one is a man of sessant'uno years, but that seems to take them surprisingly well. White hair, beard care, look lynx. Surely a guy who is immediately evident.

"Uh ... it's him, Kit?" , freckled boy asks the old man, pointing to a young man nearby.

"Yes ... yes, it's him. Good observation skills, Jim, will give an account to Baldwin. "Says the mysterious Kit, coming together in what seems like the right pupil at the counter host. They sit both, and seem to have the air of those who do not want trouble from anyone.

"Good evening, gentlemen, welcome to the Tabard Inn. I can be somewhat helpful? ", asks the landlord, getting closer.

" Good evening, good man. " says Kit so affable, " would like the cold beer, me and my nephew reenter the pilgrimage to Canterbury, and we are very tired. Luckily my brother is hosting us here in London, otherwise we would have also booked a room. "

The landlord, burly, bald, and with two huge mustache, does not seem very convinced, but it serves two customers in the black. Jim tasting beer, and throwing glances in a Kit

"watered down ..." , hisses.

"What did you expect a young Jim? We are in London, will not want to disturb the King Charles scum just because you served yet another watered-down beer? Rather, thank him, because tonight you will return home sober. "

" I'd be back the same, forget who we're to have to do? ".

" God, Jim, you seem to make a question of State ... ", giggles Kit, " this guy has only eaten in one night an entire herd of cattle, but I seem to have faced such problems in the past, no? ".

" You've dealt with them, not me. My father was a shoemaker, and until a few months ago I was sending out the family tradition. "

" Even my father was a shoemaker, Jim. ", replica kit, smiling.

Both men they turn black, keeping an eye on the guy who should "face": a young man, about nineteen, tall, fairly muscular, long blond hair that falls on shoulders, dressed in the simplest way possible. Sitting at a table, clutching a lute, as he strums.

All the other customers seem to have focused attention on the minstrel.

"Next Dog! We want Ballad of Fantastik!" , a screaming, followed by the incitement of others.

"Okay people, okay, hearken to your wishes, but now: quiet!" , says the blonde began to strum the lute, and sing:

proud spirits were four
What esploravan the vast Tue,
all aboard the Fantastik
fearless surfing
One was the captain,
one was a great lord,
a hot-headed swordsman of great value, and the last a girl
bloodless
But the sea has its pitfalls
And when it seems that the troubles are just finished
understand what are the four I became,
the captain is a monster, and this is not the peace.
The guy is a torch,
a man of fire,
the members of the Lord have become rubber
and more now seems to pale his lady!

"Bravo!" , the patrons shouting in unison, shaking the jars.

"MPF, I knew that ballad was cursed." , Jim whispers that seem to be bothered by all, Kit

"Wait, Jim Young, a moment that minstrel so strong ..." and fixing the blond-haired boy with a little desire, "end his show, and we will do our job. "

Jim looks at him puzzled, but continues to drink watered down beer.

*
Dog out of the Tabard Inn when it's night, and you hear almost no noise in the street. In one hand, the lute, in the other, a bottle of liquor stronger in circulation, with only a so-called stomach can bear.

"And another day is over ..." , whispers, perhaps nothing, or perhaps to himself, in a tone of voice mixed with pity and anger.

Suddenly, a knife, cold as ice in the north, the greenhouse throat.

"Be still, Dog ... and everyone will be happier, mh? , whispered a voice, a young voice. Dog seems to be as calm as if nothing had happened and was doing the most refreshing of sleep.

"So who is this time?" The English Inquisition? Javier Or the school? " , he says, smiling.

"Shield of the King Dog." said a second voice, and a figure emerges from the shadows. An old, yet still in good shape. "Ser Baldwin would like to ask you a proposal ..." .

"Sir Baldwin makes pointing a knife at her throat in a harmless minstrel?" , Dog application, noting the old man.

"these days ... yes." , says the man in black, as if he had been asked what does two plus two, "and then, come on, you, a harmless minstrel?" .

"Well ... sir ... you can tell Baldwin ... that ... , whispers Dog, as his hands begin to bleed, and something seems to be moving in the flesh ... strusciante, as the movement of a snake ready to attack.

"Fuck You ..." .

Everything happens too fast. From the hands of the safety minstrel bone claws come out three hands, the bottle of liquor smashed, the lute that ruin the floor. Dog escapes from the outlet of the young without much efforts, time, and stabs his claws of his left hand straight into the belly, disappearing in the dark alleys of London. The young man falls to the ground, dying.

"Shit!" , the boy screams, "Hey, hey Kit, took me to smear ... I can make it, take me to a doctor." But

Kit seems to have a different idea in his head. From the black folds of her dress, pulls a gun, charge, and points it at the front of the poor boy. A thunder exploded in the night.

"I'm sorry, my friend, I would have made out the same." , Kit whispers to the corpse of the late Jim, "so, you'd be dead anyway, no one should see what you saw, you know you were only a temporary aid, cannon fodder."

Then the old man observes the darkness of London, and the minstrel dileguatosi now.

"The manhunt ... my favorite animal." , Kit whispers, smiling in a way very Mephistopheles.

[Continue ...]

Does Andy Sixx Have His Face Pierced

What If: The end justifies the means (of Will).

The rain beats with terrible violence and the night dark cloud seems to want to crush a boulder as the small figure of exile Dante, who walks almost dragging the backpack last preparation second. Black is the atmosphere of that small town outside New York, a slight haze hours adorning the streets deserted. Black is the mood of the boy in his early twenties when his footsteps echoed along the street. silence reigns supreme tyrant and the bus terminal you increasingly visible. Dante stops and leans gracefully with little backpack on the bench covered.



"Half an hour to the next bus."



in deficit in its operations The streetlight blinking every so often with a faint sound of malfunctioning bulb. the eyes of a young man moves up to this, noting the slight flash. breathe deeply, leaned his elbows on his legs and lowers his gaze. he hates the mother is unable to react and hates his father absent and inebriated by the richness ...



"Good evening ..."



A voice interrupted his thoughts of the twenty-one that immediately raises the look. A man quite distinct, but as a normal physical appearance, standing out the front.



"It 's free?"



calls with grace and a slight smile, pointing to the other available seat of the bench occupied by Dante's backpack. The boy shall not respond immediately to move the luggage with a slight noise due to each object it contains. The distinguished man sits quietly and crosses one leg with the other. is visibly the other adult.



"How long before the first bus to New York?"



calls for the distinguished man moving his eyes on the boy, with a gentle, almost caressing voice, a voice that usually spurs to answer even the most frigid of unknown



"half hour ..."



Dante is expressed in a tone of voice influenced by a mood that does not bode positivon in his recent experience. separate the man watching him then, while taking a cigarette in his pocket.



"It 's happened to me."



"What?"



The Fugitive laying eyes on man noticed a distinct end beard on his face while this satisfies



"escape."



slight smile that is shown with a disarming security. The rain continues to beat violently on the roof that shelters the bench. looks like Dante is wet, while the man is distinct dry and clean as well as enthralling. Remain to look for long moments as if to share something implicit.


"John."



The distinguished man stretches out his hand towards the boy, a tapered hand, almost perfect except for a scar near the thumb, which makes feature. the boy looks for a moment and then extends his more youthful and untouched


"Dante."



close is sealed and then slowly dissolved. the distinguished man lights a cigarette and slowly exhale the smoke.



"What are you doing on a bus to New York?"



The sound of her voice almost lost in the noise of the rain is so light. the boy now looks down and fiddles with one of the straps of the backpack.


"Escape ... Whatever it takes."



Answer Man gaze on the young and gives a slight smile and full of understanding.



"I understand."



After the screams of his wife beaten by her father Dante were not a mystery to the neighborhood but did not dare to call the police, fearing repercussions against their people. The rain continues to fall rumbling rods and the landscape of a thick layer of water. Soon the bus is the appearance on the road with their headlights on one of which deficitante and a roar of motor capable of waking the neighbors. The distinguished man stands up and points out the bus arrives, then the ground and takes a step to the side, waiting. Dante takes his rucksack filled on his back and puts it forward. When the driver approaches, a mountain of water falls on the guy who finds himself almost to the ground for the coup.



"Fuck!"



more wet than before, is to get up completely soaked. The adult looks at him with a slight smile and with great agility that is still human, takes off his jacket and gave it to dry rests on the shoulders, meeting the gaze of Dante closely



"It happens all too much."



holding his hands on his shoulders positioned to the side of the boy a little lower than he



"Water slows the clothes they wear, but a burden makes us stronger, does not it?"



Smiles watching from the corner of the eye. Dante is watching it all the time with her face toward him. We prove an ominous admiration.



"Yes .."



Does not feel that he was right and then wordlessly. The man nods in happy face, but without excess.



"If you want to get ahead, not bring obstacles to reach your end ..."



The plump man of the bus, with a shirt that leaves much to guess what he ate for dinner, opens doors and something in the direction of the two verbs, but the words are not heard much from Dante, who has the 'attention focused about John. which makes him slightly with the left-handed.



"Go."



Dante nods and looks away, taking his backpack soaked hours on the ground and starting to climb the stairs that give access to coaches.



"Boy, where are you going?"



Dante pulls a few coins from his pocket and hands it to the fat slowly given the size



"New York ..."



Pay and then passed the driver compartment, is positioned on the first available seat watching the entrance. But there is no distinct trace of man, not yet rose. So he leans a little as the automatic doors are closed with a slight squeak left. She bites her lower lip and sits in its place is not without questions in my head.



After long moments of doubt and forget Dante clings stylish jacket in a solitary John Dorian, had given him.

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Blood Of Heroes (from Sam), fifth.

December 24, 2019, at 11:42 PM.

Queens busy.

Mutant Militia Camp Freedom.

Richard Reilly.

Marika Ashton.

Yves Dioscuri.

We have to remember every name. Only by remembering our fallen comrades each name I will fight again on our side, and their sacrifices will not be in vain.

Joke Smail.

Sanchez Nat.

Vince Tail.

I remember the names of all. And 'necessary. Not necessary to commit the same mistakes tomorrow.

Justin Cox.

Jamal Williams.

"Hey ..." Will

started, surprised perhaps for the first time in months. He turns toward the entrance of the tent now empty. A chill down my spine the climbs, despite the many layers of clothes she's wearing. Can hardly recognize the bright, soft brown hair Irish before returning to close your eyes, sighing air condensed because of cold.

"Hello Anja"

"You ... do not you come? In a little 'and it will be Christmas ... "

" No, thanks. I'd rather stay here. "

Will is cross-legged on the bed, restless hands resting on his knees. Her lips are chapped, filled with small painful cuts have already taken an almost purple color.

those of the girl have the same color but a different texture. She will pass the language constantly, so furtive and restless. Restless as his eyes linger on Will, go down. Her uncomfortable, change position while remaining standing, the door of the tent.

"Will I have to tell you something."

Seraphic, seriously, the boy opens his eyes and looks at her, studying her. His face is expressionless and silent, does not suggest anything.

The girl enters, finally, in a gesture almost impetuous, finally decided. Clearly agitated, goes to sit on the bed immediately in front of the Will. Continuously observed, shakes hands into each other, rubbing. He takes a deep breath, do not look up. It sets the ground with unusual obstinacy, as if it were able to penetrate through and disappear.

"Anja ..."

"Listen. Things are taking a strange turn. "

Wrinkle darting over the face of him, uncertain.

"What do you mean."

"Will, I'm dreaming ... maybe more. But I have to tell someone ... someone that I trust you. "

" Anja. What. "

She swallows. He squeezes his eyes and force may be used.

"I was in the tent with Blast this morning. We were talking and came ... and Reese. He was so nervous and excited ... and I do not think it is not even noticed me at first. And he started saying things like ... "

" How? "

" How 'we did', and 'ended', and it seemed so ... well, happy. You've never seen happy, Reese? "

"Not that I remember"

She spreads her arms as if he were trying to confirm: "exactly."

Will the searches but could not understand where I'm going, and when the Irish will stop, he presses, hiding behind his expressionless the worm that is gnawing away inside.

"So what? She said that? "

" E ' this point - she says, just as if you were not expecting more than one application - nothing

"In what way?"

"No, he did not say anything and just. He looked, then looked at me and told me to leave them alone. Will ... "

Former journalist ticking his fingers on his knees, without comment. Not yet, anyway: turn his head and looks away, sighing.

"Will ..." she repeats, almost distraught.

"Anja, you should plant it."

"In that sense I should gradually ..."

"Planting Anja, you plant it, okay? I know you're nervous, I know you're wrong. None of us is good, and we are all afraid, and we all want that Reese entered the tent and say that there is no need to lay siege to Manhattan, to attack, to take the UN, of ... "

"Will you listen to me, I think ..."

"No Anja, you hear me now. Week are you see conspiracies everywhere. I wish it were so, I wish this was not necessary. But it is not. We have already our enemies, Anja ... "

" Will you say that ... "

" ... we need someone to put us against each other. "

Those last words Fiumevento Will tells her with a brutality that just suits him. Anja darkens considerably and silent, looking away.

It 's a long moment of silence. Then the Irishman gets up and leaves. Will is looking at the exit of the tent, hard, to puff up. He feels that there are people out celebrating on Christmas Eve. Not him. He will celebrate quando sarà finita.

* * *

You say you want a revolution

Well, you know

We all want to change the world

You tell me that it's evolution

Well, you know

We all want to change the world

But when you talk about destruction

Don't you know that you can count me out

Don't you know it's gonna be all right

all right, all right

You say you got a real solution

Well, you know

We'd all love to see the plan You ask me

for a contribution Well, you know

're doing what we can ...

*

only hears their footsteps.

those of the woman accompanying him are too light to be heard. Still unable to perceive that look dark and troubled that the peers with such insistence on pushing to shrug his shoulders in an attempt to remove it off.

Think of something else, though. Think of something other than when they reached Manhattan with a boat-hand, while fleeing from the camp as thieves their companions slept. That black sky full of bright spots and cold only visible through the blackout imposed on the entire Big Apple, check him constantly, nervously waiting for the sun to betray him at any moment, running over the horizon and illuminating his betrayal. Cameron Reese is firmly convinced that he acting according to conscience. Yet he never so much ashamed.

Gwyn certainly does not feel better. After a long silence full of innuendo, she decides to talk right after you pass the last hurdle and they went into a desert Financial District.

"Cam, what the hell we are doing - asked in a choked voice, almost forced to run after him as is the rapid stride of him, despite the Danish is considerably younger - we should be ... we have to attack the camp to rest between two hours and is expected Blast there is also you who ... "

" Please shut up ".

Because if the scope is, why? He thought the company of one of the people closest to Blast managed to make him feel entitled to do what? He had awakened in the middle of the woman and had practically thrown at clothes. He had swept through Queens, had boarded with him. It had not said anything so far, if not "do the plan" and "move".

"Cam, it's something you do not want you to know? - the woman look thinner - two hours will be our moment, our big moment ... "

He pauses, long, continuing to run after him. He accelerates, runs away from those words alone, they did so sick.

"My God, you're betraying us ..."

"Shut up, Gwynet" he says screaming, and when he spun around his eyes seem to have changed color. Are clouded with anger ill that has infected, has been doing for weeks to rot inside.

"You realize what will happen when attacking Manhattan? All the dead who do, the innocent people who Gwynet ... has nothing to do with this damned war ... "

The girl swallowing, clenching his fists but he raises his head and repeats what has been taught, convinced that perhaps could stand comparison.

"In the battles there are always victims, Cameron"

"This is not a battle, damn it! It will be a bloody murder! I can not afford this! "

" I do not stay here a moment longer. I'm going to warn Blast. "

Cameron dismissed her with a gesture of contempt vivo, embittered, retracing your steps.

"Go, I will in any case before me. At best, she'll kill me when I return. It will be a liberation. "

Gwynet has the rapid breathing, in the nervousness of having to make a decision. He looks back, then looks at Cameron.

"Come away with me, please ... please, do not need all this"

"You're free to go if you want."

Gwynet stares, eyes tremble with anger and haste. She stares at him, then looks behind him. But in the end he turns to look.

*

He rubs his eyes with his hands, stupefied. Sees in water to play with the dogs. She, hesitant, uncertain moves a step forward. Feel the warm sand and soft that it slips between your toes naked. It hard to balance, is a bit 'dazed. He pauses on the shore, stepping back just when the water is likely to get wet.

"I have you taught to swim, chiappatosta" laughs at him, opening his arms in defiance.

She sways a bit 'by shifting his weight from one foot to another, looking with suspicion: "but really you?"

"In flesh and blood! " pirouette on himself then sinking into the water leaving the ocean. In those few seconds that disappears below the surface of crystal, she gasps as if they had taken my breath away, searching frantically.

then reappears out laughing.

"Asshole!" Screams offense.

"unlike you I know how to swim, baby. And if I fall into the water, not drown. "

"So I also float - she mumbles, rubbing his neck. The hair grew, as long them had ever had. - C ow did you get here? - then you look around, recognizing the color of sand. - here ... we were never together. "

" But the idea was not it? "

" Yeah, "

" But you seem essertene forgotten "

She shrugs and plunges his hands into his pockets. "Without you I do not really have that much sense ..."

"Why, everything else has?" he replied calmly, as sweet as it ever was. The water lapping the sides carved in marble, that gray body and firm as a rock.

But the rocks were worn out. You cannot .

"I want to pay on their skin - she whispers, darkening - want them to know what we tried."

"And Cameron? - the presses him - he do you think? "

" I'm mad, and I do not understand anything ... because of anger. "

"And why should you be angry?"

'Well ... - she lost, she looks around - you know, right? In short, you are ... "

" I am what? "

blushes just bursts out angrily: " dead Christ. You're dead, okay? "

" But I'm here. "

"... Must be some kind of dream, yes. Of illusion. Something like that, I feel I'm imagining things ... "

" I feel. "

She sighs, taking a step forward. And then the surf can get it back.

"I do not think I have still a long time ... why not get out of there? I would like to greet you. As they should, I mean ... the last time we did not have much time so ... "

Marv smiles gently and pat with those gray eyes and distant. Do you think that I'll never forget.

"No baby, I'm sorry. - he says with a sigh, sweet and sad - I beyond this I can not come back ... "

She looks down disappointed, hurt.

"But you, if you like ... - includes him, his eyes looking blacks such as oil - you can enter the water, Sam."

*

"Gentlemen! - said Dante, happy, raising his arms and waving to collect a little 'attention - gentlemen! Maybe tomorrow will all die, you know, right? "

They all laughed, inebriated by those hot lights in the basement that was once a night. They felt lighter, and although they were in Manhattan, no worries and concerns. We may venture to say that the scented air and smoky one breathed there, a mixture of frankincense and grass, probably had its role in collective quell'inspiegabile serenity. So Dante had been able to continue.

"But that is tomorrow, so today ... - had raised his glass of whiskey, feeling the muscles of his face paralyzed in a grin almost inevitable - today that we live ... we live in! "

They applauded lulled by the hoarse voice of Janis Joplin and had gone back to drinking and smoking , as if that tomorrow did not exist, is not levied on their heads like the sword of Damocles. All were rediscovering the joy of sinking into a sweet unconsciousness, which welcomed them as a feather pillow, like a womb to return to be catapulted into oblivion before the disheartening reality. There, the reality was taking a break, he was suspended and he was stopped and allowing the gang of desperate to live last night, last week, last month before the mutants on the other side of the bridge decided to attack them and kill them all. That truce, the truce was temporary, and they knew it. If they had intended to leave at that time would have already done so, instead of continuing to stand at the gates of the rotten apple. They were predators. And New York is the prey.

But Dante was not thinking about that. Neither thought of his life or anything else of any significance: his head was busy to follow the pink elephants, tits Dakota Fanning, Baboomba the Great and the voice of Janis Joplin. Ah, damn, voice that he had, that girl!

And while his thoughts the surface stretched their muscles and rejuvenate the skin, she heard someone knocking at the door with such violence that had jumped and had gone to the joint finirgli on jeans, so he had to take the handful before the burn.

"But who the fuck ..." he mumbled while in the room fell silent and doing the honors of the landlord, had staggered to the door. He had hatched without removing the bolt.

"Oh shit ..."

Kick and the lock had already gone to hell, as the door had bounced on the face, knocking him back and tore off that stupid grin and pleasant.

He had come like a storm, like a policeman. Be '. It had been a policeman, after all.

took him by the collar of his jacket pulled over and receiving force, drawing him to himself so much out of breath on his face. Impossible not to recognize those blue eyes, that scar on his forehead.

"What the fuck you want, Reese ..."

"Your contact with the MCU, Malakian - had he growled - immediately, or I'll kill you before all your friends toxic

Dante had not even seen the girl with green eyes behind him, out of breath. He had watched those chilly him, then he clenched his fists with the little strength that allowed him to THC in the blood.


was plunged back into reality. And that fact, Cameron Reese is not never said no.

*

"We always knew we'd crossed the East River. They knew at that point we would have gone through and they also knew who was the mutant that they would permit "

Walter. Walt she called him, a good man. Blast looks up to Will and then moves on Cameron, who is listening with her. Walt was in control of the water. He should have open water, allowing the army to cross the river bed and go to Manhattan. Occupying it.

"We waited, Blast. They waited until we were halfway through, while remaining hidden. And then they shot at Walter. The hit once, found us ... "

She looks again Cameron, who returns his gaze. Try to guess what he is thinking, but could not. He hears the voice of Will so bad, hurt. And you know perfectly that are coming under exactly the same conclusions.

"How many dead, Will?"

"Half of our army. They made it only the strongest, but most of them drowned. Thousands of people, Blast. And many still missing. "

"... Who died?" intrudes Cameron, hesitant, touching his beard.

"Many. McGee dead. E is among the missing ... Gwynet "

" But it was not assigned to the first troops ... " protest Blast, surprised, worried.

"I know. But it lacks appeal. "

The silence weighs on them like a cloak. Cameron nods to the boy to leave, and Will do, simply leaving them alone. She takes off her glasses. He rubs his eyes, enraged, sitting on her sleeping bag. It 's you to break the silence that voice ruined and sore, that clings to the throat like sandpaper.

"This night I fell asleep an hour I think. I wanted to see Marv. "

He looks at her, his eyes blue as the section is done with a mechanism, trying to understand the purpose, type of use. And while he is watching, she stood up, removing the gun from the holster. He understands. He stands up too, with a sigh of resignation.

"I knew it would end like this, Cameron. I've always known. "

"I never thought they would wait for them down the river ... I never imagined there were so many dead. But is New York, and New York are even the innocent. And you would have made them kill, little girl. All of you. I had to do it. "

" No, you do not have. You have chosen to do so. You chose your side. "

" You chose to kill Cox. "

"..."

"I feel stupid, I really think that I would not understand? No one, given the choice, would start the first shot on Justin and the second on you. And no. No one would mistake aims on you, Sam. "

" He created problems "

" Why? Why Kahiwa are not enough? "

" No. "

" Why? "

" Why America is our task, Cameron. We have the right to take the country "

" Sam, why? "

" Why do they pay it. "

Cameron Reese takes a deep breath, closes his eyes for a moment and relaxes the muscles.

"Good. So come on, do what you need. Kill me. "

She comes over, and there is no anger in his eyes. She takes his hand and gave him his gun, so that string football. Then she's raised her hand, so that the barrel points on his chest at heart level.

"No. Kill yourself. "

He looks surprised, stunned.

"It 's your last chance, Cameron. If you believe you are right, you kill me now. Why else would go forward. I will take America, you know? I will take America and then to give the mutants. Whatever It Takes. And this ... this is your last chance. "

He tightens the grip around the butt of the gun, and his eyes become moist and saddened.

"If you do not, I will hunt down and kill you. You will lose your people, and when I win these people will be a renegade, and tell everyone that you have betrayed us. That the cause of death of thousands of mutants was Cameron Reese. "

" We've brought you all this ... "

" So kill me, I deserve it. "

" Sam ... "

" Foul Cam. I'm not afraid of drowning .

Continued ...

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What If: New Skrull City - The Meeting (John), part two.

Skrull baby's eyes rest on Katrina now forget the scientist. The former editor of the bugle and now minister of propaganda leans slightly forward as if to show the alien forms. Forms of interest to everyone in the room except the President. Which, by hand, slowly begins to beat the fingers of his right hand from pinky to index, the sturdy desk presidential election.

"Good job Rubinkova."
"Thank you President."

The girl's voice is sweet and seductive, a bombshell willing to exploit their ability to draw the lmaggior profit.

"But .."

The tone of the Skrull scientist, however, is quite the opposite. Cold, distant, and bass. Rarely let emotions leak out and the few times he was always the excitement of new discoveries in science and military.

".. But the work is not yet complete. There are still too many outbreaks of revolt and our spies confirmed that 50% of the population does not believe in what the New York Bugle says and transmits television ... "

" but see understand President: Adrian Shaw and his partner Fiumevento continue to spoil our work. The two dissident journalists continue to print fake copies of the New York Bugle and illegally distribute them throughout the federation. This, of course, castrates the work that I and the rest of the editorial staff are able to complete. It is not easy managing a successful propaganda. "

" Rubinkova No excuses, you're paid to do your best. If you are not able to say and just assume a new minister. "

" No, not President. She has already the best of the best. However it is not our fault. No limit ourselves to invent and distribute news. It is not our job to stop those two. "

" Uhmmm ... "The tone of

Skrull is annoyed. What Katrina, determined and secure. Rh'llor gaze finally settles on angry Baldwin. The last member of miniriunione. which does not seem to make a turn left and immediately take the word lpresidente displaced

"Let me remind you that almost all of my men are engaged in the war on Wakanda and the rest is employed to retrieve the guinea pigs for our minister of science. Currently, the forces of African states are in slow and decline in a year or so we will have enough strength to finish the war. The timing will be much lower if Dorian complete its investigations. The capture of Ramon Inigo Montoya, Vince and Mike Izzy Tales Wolfud are only the beginning of what could become a great war machines as well as the perfect prey for men like Adrian Shaw and Will Fiumevento which do not use equipment registered. It seems that their weapons are built in house and that despite being fully human are able to do things that no man is capable of doing. In addition, confirm that the White Rabbit went through. Our man has reached its destination and hopefully soon we will have better control over the politics of Wakanda saving us months of work and casualties. "

" Perfect. ", is the only word that states while the Skrull down from the presidential chair in human skin. Take the long hands behind his back and gaze over the windows overlook a great patron English constantly supervised by a black man, Kareem Said.

"Go Now, complete your work and let me know."

E 'the last phrase said by the president before retiring in their rooms and leaving his trusted men to their duties. [More]