Chapter 14
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In the X-Men mansion, in a hidden prison inside of the mansion.
TAP
TAP
TAP
TAP
Apollo was tapping with his fingers while humming a popular tune. In front of him was a bald old man.
The Professor was smiling at the seemingly bloodthirsty young man.
"So let's start, ok?"
The Professor said while crossing his arms.
Apollo grinned and waved his hand.
"You call the shots, Professor."
"Your name is Apollo Senthlands?"
"Yes."
"Your an orphan, right?"
"That's right. My father burned my brother and mother together and than killed himself."
GASP
The Professor gasped hearing that. Horrible and for him to tell this with a blank face...
Apollo looked at the face of Professor and though.
'MotherF#cker, why the f#ck did he brought me to this sh#tty mansion?! Why didn't he send me to one of those special prisons for mutants?! Tch!'
"I'm sorry for asking. Let's resume, your..."
"Professor, let's drop this perfunctory questioning!"
Just as the Professor was about to resume his questioning Apollo interrupted with a firm tone.
Apollo crossed his arms on his chest.
"Professor what is your motive for bringing me here? From what I saw in the faces of your students, the things I did warrant me imprisonment for life if not death."
The Professor remained silent while he stared at Apollo.
After some time, Professor opened his mouth.
"You know, most of us are related in some way to death. What distinguishes us from mindless killers are our ideals and moral barriers."
"I'm here to recruit you to the X-MEN."
"AHAHAAAA..."
Laughter resounded through the mansion. Apollo was laughing so hard that some tears were appearing on his eyes. When he catched his breath, he calmed himself and said.
"You don't really believe that?"
"Why not? In my case, I think that everybody be them mutants or not can have a second chance."
"Ehee... That's an answer which I didn't expected to come from a man that deals on daily basis with the thoughts of people."
"Let's say I agree to join your very-poor-dressed-with-a-very-80th-style group. What will you do the very moment you release me from this room and I unleash a massacre and this time I guarantee that you will not catch me."
Apollo's hands started to glow bright white and the chains melted instantly. He stood up and walked towards one of the walls.
'Scott and Storm be prepared there is the sligh chance that he breaks the defences of this room and tries to escape. Catch him at all costs.'
"Apollo, please don't do this."
The Professo rolled away from the table and pleaded.
Apollo looked at Professor and stood there pensactive.
Just as Professor was thinking that Apollo had backed away, Apollo grinned and said.
"You know my power doesn't only allows me to acheive unimaginable temperatures..."
He looked at the wall while at the same time his arm turned completly violet. He turned his face towards the Professor and muttered.
"It also allows me to sense any heat signatures near me."
'OH, SH#T... GET AWAY SCOT...'
Just as the Professor was about to warn Scott, Apollo punch through the wall like a hot knife passes through butter.
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In the X-Men mansion, in a hidden prison inside of the mansion.
TAP
TAP
TAP
TAP
Apollo was tapping with his fingers while humming a popular tune. In front of him was a bald old man.
The Professor was smiling at the seemingly bloodthirsty young man.
"So let's start, ok?"
The Professor said while crossing his arms.
Apollo grinned and waved his hand.
"You call the shots, Professor."
"Your name is Apollo Senthlands?"
"Yes."
"Your an orphan, right?"
"That's right. My father burned my brother and mother together and than killed himself."
GASP
The Professor gasped hearing that. Horrible and for him to tell this with a blank face...
Apollo looked at the face of Professor and though.
'MotherF#cker, why the f#ck did he brought me to this sh#tty mansion?! Why didn't he send me to one of those special prisons for mutants?! Tch!'
"I'm sorry for asking. Let's resume, your..."
"Professor, let's drop this perfunctory questioning!"
Just as the Professor was about to resume his questioning Apollo interrupted with a firm tone.
Apollo crossed his arms on his chest.
"Professor what is your motive for bringing me here? From what I saw in the faces of your students, the things I did warrant me imprisonment for life if not death."
The Professor remained silent while he stared at Apollo.
After some time, Professor opened his mouth.
"You know, most of us are related in some way to death. What distinguishes us from mindless killers are our ideals and moral barriers."
"I'm here to recruit you to the X-MEN."
"AHAHAAAA..."
Laughter resounded through the mansion. Apollo was laughing so hard that some tears were appearing on his eyes. When he catched his breath, he calmed himself and said.
"You don't really believe that?"
"Why not? In my case, I think that everybody be them mutants or not can have a second chance."
"Ehee... That's an answer which I didn't expected to come from a man that deals on daily basis with the thoughts of people."
"Let's say I agree to join your very-poor-dressed-with-a-very-80th-style group. What will you do the very moment you release me from this room and I unleash a massacre and this time I guarantee that you will not catch me."
Apollo's hands started to glow bright white and the chains melted instantly. He stood up and walked towards one of the walls.
'Scott and Storm be prepared there is the sligh chance that he breaks the defences of this room and tries to escape. Catch him at all costs.'
"Apollo, please don't do this."
The Professo rolled away from the table and pleaded.
Apollo looked at Professor and stood there pensactive.
Just as Professor was thinking that Apollo had backed away, Apollo grinned and said.
"You know my power doesn't only allows me to acheive unimaginable temperatures..."
He looked at the wall while at the same time his arm turned completly violet. He turned his face towards the Professor and muttered.
"It also allows me to sense any heat signatures near me."
'OH, SH#T... GET AWAY SCOT...'
Just as the Professor was about to warn Scott, Apollo punch through the wall like a hot knife passes through butter.
In the X-Men mansion, in a hidden prison inside of the mansion. TAP TAP TAP TAP Apollo was tapping with his fingers while humming a popular tune. In front of him was a bald old man. The Professor was smiling at the seemingly bloodthirsty young man. "So let's start, ok?" The Professor said while crossing his arms. Apollo grinned and waved his hand. "You call the shots, Professor." "Your name is Apollo Senthlands?" "Yes." "Your an orphan, right?" "That's right. My father burned my brother and mother together and than killed himself." GASP The Professor gasped hearing that. Horrible and for him to tell this with a blank face... Apollo looked at the face of Professor and though. 'MotherF#cker, why the f#ck did he brought me to this sh#tty mansion?! Why didn't he send me to one of those special prisons for mutants?! Tch!' "I'm sorry for asking. Let's resume, your..." "Professor, let's drop this perfunctory questioning!" Just as the Professor was about to resume his questioning Apollo interrupted with a firm tone. Apollo crossed his arms on his chest. "Professor what is your motive for bringing me here? From what I saw in the faces of your students, the things I did warrant me imprisonment for life if not death." The Professor remained silent while he stared at Apollo. After some time, Professor opened his mouth. "You know, most of us are related in some way to death. What distinguishes us from mindless killers are our ideals and moral barriers." "I'm here to recruit you to the X-MEN." "AHAHAAAA..." Laughter resounded through the mansion. Apollo was laughing so hard that some tears were appearing on his eyes. When he catched his breath, he calmed himself and said. "You don't really believe that?" "Why not? In my case, I think that everybody be them mutants or not can have a second chance." "Ehee... That's an answer which I didn't expected to come from a man that deals on daily basis with the thoughts of people." "Let's say I agree to join your very-poor-dressed-with-a-very-80th-style group. What will you do the very moment you release me from this room and I unleash a massacre and this time I guarantee that you will not catch me." Apollo's hands started to glow bright white and the chains melted instantly. He stood up and walked towards one of the walls. 'Scott and Storm be prepared there is the sligh chance that he breaks the defences of this room and tries to escape. Catch him at all costs.' "Apollo, please don't do this." The Professo rolled away from the table and pleaded. Apollo looked at Professor and stood there pensactive. Just as Professor was thinking that Apollo had backed away, Apollo grinned and said. "You know my power doesn't only allows me to acheive unimaginable temperatures..." He looked at the wall while at the same time his arm turned completly violet. He turned his face towards the Professor and muttered. "It also allows me to sense any heat signatures near me." 'OH, SH#T... GET AWAY SCOT...' Just as the Professor was about to warn Scott, Apollo punch through the wall like a hot knife passes through butter.
