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Summary: Two of the X-Men find themselves faced with something from their parents' shared past. But will mistakes repeat themselves, or will the next generation prove stronger than the last?
Author's Note: This is sort of a break from the previous four books in the New X-Men Chronicles, choosing to focus more on a small group instead of the whole team. If you don't like this one, don't despair—the whole team plus some new members will be back with a vengeance in book six. *wink*
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New X-Men Chronicles V:
Sins of the Past
By: Addie Logan
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Warren Worthington IV—Shadow Stalker
Kacie Drake—Ice Queen
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Two months since the near-destruction of time, and things were beginning to go back to normal around the X-Mansion.
Well, as normal as it could be for the X-Men anyway.
That is, until the day the mail came, and Marie and Vicky found themselves holding identical letters.
Marie stared at hers in horror, unable to believe that anyone would be foolish enough to believe she would do something so vile.
Vicky laughed hysterically.
Marie sat on the end of Vicky's bed, her brow furrowed. "How could he honestly think we'd work for him?" Marie asked softly. Usually, she wouldn't have spent any time alone with Vicky at all, but seeing as they were in the same predicament, and Marie was too embarrassed to tell any of the other X-Men, she decided it would be okay this once.
"Maybe it's just a form letter," Vicky said with a smirk. "We got on the mailing list."
"What mailing list would that be, Victoria?" Marie snapped. "The hey, my dad help kill a bunch of people list?"
Vicky shrugged. "Possibly."
Marie looked back down at the invitation printed on thick, white cardstock. "You are cordially invited to join Mr. Sinister in the reforming of the Marauders." She frowned. "It's like some sort of sick joke."
"Maybe Sinister's finally flipped his lid," Vicky said. "I never pegged him for playing with a full deck in the first place. I mean anyone who's obsessed with Scott Summers and formed a group called the 'Nasty Boys' has to be a little nuts."
Marie threw the invitation down with disgust. "He'd have to be to think I'd ever help him—especially after the way he manipulated my father."
"So I take it that means you aren't interested."
Marie looked up at Vicky in surprise. "Of course not! Don't tell me you are!"
Vicky shrugged. "It could be an opportunity for us. Go check it out, see what he's up to."
"And what, join his little crew if we decide we like it?"
Vicky held her hands up. "Hey! I thought after all the time I spent here, you people would start trusting me. No, I didn't mean go scout it out for employment opportunities. If Sinister's attempting to reform the Marauders, he's obviously up to something. If we were there, maybe we could figure out what."
"No way. If that's the case, we'll just deal with it when we're faced with it. Agreeing to something like this can't be anything but bad."
"What, you afraid your mom'll show up and ditch you in Antarctica?"
"Seriously, Marie, think about it. Sinister is an enemy of the X-Men. We're the X-Men. If this is for real, then it could be our chance to infiltrate wherever his current base is and do some damage."
"And if it's not real, and this is some sort of set up?"
"Then we hope our luck holds out and we don't both die a painful, horrible death," Vicky said with a shrug.
"Gee, that makes me feel better." She stood up. "I'm not doing it. Sinister is trouble, and us joining him, whether it be under false pretenses or not, is not a good idea."
"Won't you give it a little more thought?"
"No." Marie walked out of Vicky's room, leaving the discarded "invitation" still on the floor.
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Marie was not working for Sinister. No way, no how. She had more integrity than that.
She went downstairs to the kitchen, deciding a big bowl of rocky road ice cream would make her forget all about Sinister's stupid little invitation. She opened up the massive freezer, searching for her favorite ice cream.
Marie jumped in the air, slamming the fridge door, and spinning around. "Kacie! What the hell do you want?"
"Oh my God! You like won't believe who's here!"
"You have that sadistic look in your eyes, Drake. What bad news are you bringing?"
Kacie smiled. "Zach Tyson's out of prison! And he's here!"
"Your brother's all spastic about it. And Addie's hiding before she gets the metal ripped from her tiny bones."
"How the hell did he get out?"
"He was in the looney bin, but they declared him mentally competent. He told them he's not Magneto anymore, so they told him he could go home, but his parents won't let him live with him anymore. They're afraid he'll kill them in his sleep because they're humans."
"He's not staying here, is he?"
"Cable says he can."
"I know. Doesn't even carry the Movie Channel."
Marie rolled her eyes. "You need help. Really."
Kacie shrugged. "Anyway, he's here now. He had a bit of a growth spurt, and the acne cleared up, but he's still a little twitchy."
"Has he tried to rip the iron out of anyone's blood yet?"
"Nope. I think he's waiting for dinner. Anyway, I have to get going because Billy and I are going to see a zombie movie marathon, but I thought I'd warn you. Have a great night, Marie!" Kacie left the room with her trademark skip.
Marie banged her head against the freezer. "Dammit."
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Vicky stared at the blond man sitting on the edge of the couch. He looked like a neurotic junkie. She frowned. "Who the hell are you?"
The man looked up, most of his face hidden behind his chin-length, scraggly hair. "Zachary Tyson."
"'Magneto is neato' Zachary Tyson?"
"Why are you on the X-Men's couch?"
"I have nowhere to go. I have to stay here."
"Geez, these guys'll take anyone in. First me, and now you."
"I don't want to talk to anyone."
"Fine. Don't really want to talk to you either, dude. One of your henchmen shot me."
"The X-Men were our enemies."
"Right. Well, um, I'm going to go to some room where you're not." Vicky walked down the hall, stopping when she saw Ric in the rec room. "Hey, sexy."
Ric looked up from his one-person pool game. "Hey, babe."
"I guess you know your alter-ego come to life is in the living room."
"Yeah, I saw him. When I came into the room he screamed and curled into a little ball on the floor."
"Oh. That's nice." Vicky walked into the room. "So which of your personalities is winning?"
"Very funny, Victoria."
Her expression grew serious. "Really, are you okay with Zach being here?"
"I guess." He winked at Vicky. "You could have sex with me on the pool table and make it all better."
"Cute, Stripes. Who do you think we are, Billy and Kacie?"
Ric looked sideways at the pool table. "They didn't…"
Ric put down the cue. "I could've gone my whole life without knowing that."
"Hey, at least you didn't have to hear all the details from the Giggly One."
"Please, spare me."
"Okay, I'll be nice—this once." Vicky was quiet for a minute, then asked, "Hey, what do you think of Sinister?"
"Psycho. Sorta looks like a cross-dressing vampire."
"He sent me an invitation to join the Marauders."
"He sent me an invitation to join the Marauders. Apparently he's reforming them."
"You're not going to go are you? I mean, you aren't planning to quit the X-Men and become, um…"
"What, Ric—a 'costumed criminal?' Come on, you know me better than that. But I have been thinking about going and um, well, spying on him. If Sinister's doing this, it could be bad for the X-Men."
Ric thought about it for a moment. "You have a point there. But it seems like a risk."
"I'm a big girl, Ric. I dress myself and everything. Why just this morning I even cut up my own fruit."
"I'm not saying you aren't capable, Vicky. Lord knows you are. But Sinister's dangerous. And he has a habit of stealing people's souls." He smirked.
"Then I guess it's a good thing I sold mine for a pack of cigs and some parts for my car. And a Furby."
Ric shook his head. "You are the craziest woman I have ever met."
"Even crazier than your Russian lover?" Vicky said in a faux Russian accent.
"You sound like a Bond villain."
"All I need now is a cat and a bitchin' scar."
Ric reached out, taking her hand. "Look, I know whatever you do, it's going to be your decision. You're the most stubborn person I've ever met. But be careful, all right. I know you think you're invincible, but even people with healing factors can die."
"Thanks for that happy thought. I'm going to go get some fairy dust and fly away now."
"Ric, what are you doing in here with Victoria Creed?"
Vicky and Ric turned to see Illyana standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips.
Vicky clapped her hands together. "Look who woke up from her latest vodka-induced stupor! How's it going, Rasputin?"
"Sorry, sweetheart, you're not my type." Vicky kissed Ric on the cheek. "See you around, Stripes."
Vicky could hear Illyana's ranting all the way down the hall.
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Marie didn't look up from her magazine. "Hello, Tyson."
"Can I sit down beside you?"
Zach sat beside her anyway. "I was always in love with you."
"When I thought I was Magneto, I thought you were Magda."
Marie stood up, hurrying from the room. "Cable!" She found Angela in the library. "Hey, Angie, where's Nate?"
"In our room, cleaning his guns."
Marie went to Cable and Angela's room, knocking on the door. It was never bright to walk in unannounced when Cable was cleaning his guns. That's how accidents happened. Cable opened the door. "Yeah?"
"The Amazing Magnetic Boy has to leave."
Nathan sighed. "Marie, I'm sorry, but I can't let him just run around on the streets. He's, well, unstable."
"Gee, ya think? But does he have to be here? I mean, can't we like lock him in a little dark room somewhere? Or maybe in the cell in the basement where the old X-Men stuck Vicky's dad."
"No, Marie, we can't."
"But he's creepy! He said he thought I was Magda!"
"Jean's going to help him deal with his mental problems."
"Oh gee, I feel all better now. Nathan, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but Jean has her own 'mental problems.' The woman spent six months in a mental ward."
"Yeah, well, being a telepath can be difficult on people. But she's past that. Anyway, Zach's staying. End of debate."
"Marie, you're not changing my mind. I don't care how much you whine." He shut the door, and Marie pouted.
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Vicky stared at her duffle bag, wondering if she was doing the right thing. What would her father say? It's not like she could ask him. "Hey Dad, I'm going to be a Marauder," would not be a good way to start a conversation with Sabretooth.
She picked up and slung the bag over her shoulder. Might as well get out of there before the X-Men woke up. Didn't want to have hear the bitching. At least she'd let the X-Men know where she was going in the standard way. She'd left a note on the fridge that Kacie was sure to give a dramatic reading of in the morning.
She found Marie waiting at the bottom of the stairs. "So we taking your car, or are we stealing one of the others?"
"What are you doing here, LeBeau?" Vicky asked.
"I'm going with you."
"I thought you had a moral opposition to being a Marauder."
"That's before the Magnetorator showed up."
"Zach giving you that creepy vibe, too?"
"All right, kid. Let's get going before someone wakes up and gives us a stern talking to. And we're going in my car. I don't trust these people and their mechanics."
Marie picked up her Louis Vuitton suitcase. "Let's go."
"Nice suitcase, Marie. Gambit steal it for you?"
"Right." Vicky walked off towards the garage with Marie in tow.
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