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The bar was located on a side street, away from the hustle and bustle of the city center. Its red brick façade was marked by flickering neon lights that announced its name in worn letters.
An old wooden door, worn by time and use, opened inward, revealing a dark, smoky atmosphere.
To one side of the bar, a narrow alley stretched. The walls were splattered with graffiti and damp stains, and the floor was covered in puddles of stagnant water.
The light barely penetrated the alley, creating ominous shadows that seemed to dance between the outlines of the dumpsters and abandoned boxes.
At the end of the alley, barely visible in the gloom, was an emergency door. Its worn paint and rusty handle gave the impression that it was rarely used.
Despite its neglected appearance, it was the only exit visible from the alley, offering an escape route for those who wished to disappear into the darkness of the night.
"Hey big boss," said one of the men who was chasing the X-Men to the bar in his truck.
"Ummm yeah?" The man in charge is impatient for the men to leave the alley.
"These children come with them, what do we do?" asks the roundest member of the same group about the minors accompanying the mutant adults.
"We don't know if they are also mutants," said the chubby boy's partner.
—They paid us to carry out a few mutants the children serve, look at their appearance—said the criminal in charge.
—but the only one with an unusual appearance is the ghost boy and the dyed girl?—replies the little fat ball
—I agree with the boss, he looks like a white rat or a teenager in advanced malnutrition with a strange skin color, it must be one of them.
— Soon the colleague agrees to what was previously discussed by the group and the boss.
"If the child and the adults are mutants, the rest should be considered mutants. It doesn't really matter, they paid us for this. Call the rest of the anti-mutant team," the boss said,
"immediately," the criminals resounded in unison.
As the men continued their argument in the alley, one of them pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number, calling the rest of the anti-mutant team to join the operation.
The tension in the air was palpable as they waited for reinforcements to arrive.
-We must ensure that we neutralize adults first- the man who seemed to be in charge insisted, his authoritative tone making it clear that he would not tolerate any mistakes in the mission.
-Children are just collateral damage, they do not represent a real threat- While waiting for reinforcements to arrive, the men remained alert, their eyes scanning the surrounding streets for any sign of movement.
The tension in the air was almost tangible, charged with the anticipation of what was to come. From the shadows of the elite team's facilities, separated from the surrounding streets, they carefully observed the situation.
Equipped with the latest technology and trained to face mutants, the anti-mutant team was ready to act with determination and speed.
The man who seemed to be in charge of him maintained his authoritarian stance, his orders echoing in the alley firmly.
It was evident that he would not tolerate any mistakes in the mission and that his main objective was to neutralize the adult mutants, considered the true threat for their ability to resist and counterattack.
The others nodded in agreement, sharing their leader's determination. Meanwhile, inside Meanwhile, inside the bar, it is observed how the adults were getting completely drunk.
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The bar is located in a dark, quiet corner of the city, away from the bustling main streets. Its red brick façade is adorned with flickering neon lights that announce its name in bright but timeworn letters.
In the dark alley behind the bar, the shadow of a car crept between the peeling walls.
From our position, we could see how three men with masks covering their faces emerged from the vehicle with conspiratorial gestures.
As the men continued their argument in the alley, one of them pulled out a cell phone and determinedly dialed a number, calling the rest of his team.
The sound of the ringtone mixed with the murmur of the city, creating an atmosphere of palpable tension in the air. We remained silent, watching from the safety of our position.
We didn't know what those men were planning, but their presence in that dark corner of the alley did not bode well.
"We must make sure to neutralize the adults first," the man who seemed to be in charge insisted, his authoritative tone making it clear that he would not tolerate any mistakes in the mission
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-Children are just collateral damage, they do not represent a real threat
- The others nodded in agreement, preparing to enter with their team. Meanwhile, inside the car, we remained alert, aware of the danger that loomed over us.
Bobby and John exchanged glances, silently communicating as they devised a plan to escape.
We knew we couldn't let the criminals capture us, but we were also aware that we were outnumbered and couldn't directly confront the anti-mutant team.
"What are we going to do?" the bi-color haired girl asked, her voice filled with concern as she looked out the car window, trying to catch a glimpse of the men following us.
Bobby frowned, quickly thinking of a strategy. "We have to act quickly," he said, his tone firm and determined.
-The four of us must find an exit at the back of the alley and try to escape with the car while keeping the criminals busy- We nodded silently, understanding the seriousness of the situation.
We prepared to get out of the car, ready to face whatever awaited us outside. We knew that the danger was imminent, but we were also up against the wall, the teachers couldn't help us while they defended themselves.
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As the criminals waited in the alley, tension was palpable in the air. We, the students of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, stopped as soon as we left, sensing the imminent danger.
My heart was pounding, and each of us exchanged worried glances, knowing that we had to act quickly and cautiously.
With palpable tension, the blonde began to start the car, desperately trying to get out of the bar alley. However, before I could move forward, a car was rapidly approaching us from behind, blocking our only exit.
"Something's not right," I muttered, watching the shadows move at the end of the dark alley.
The bi-colored haired girl, who always had a keen sense for trouble, nodded slowly. "They're waiting for us," she whispered, while her eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for the best escape route or the way to deal with the situation.
Before we could form a plan, the men advanced toward us, their intentions clear in their menacing gazes and weapons that they carried in a poorly concealed manner.
The sound of the engine echoed in the narrow space of the alley, as the enemy car got closer and closer.
My hands gripped the seat tightly, as I felt the adrenaline rush through my body. The blonde was trying to maneuver the vehicle, looking for an alternative exit, but the presence of the enemy car had us trapped.
The situation was growing more tense by the second, and I could feel my partner's pulse racing as we both waited anxiously for an opportunity to escape.
John, joining us after dropping the car off outside the bar. Although he seemed worn down by the accident, his control behind the wheel does not waver.
We moved forward, using another ice shield as cover as we moved towards a side alley. The criminals fired, but the bullets were deflected or absorbed by the new improvised wall of ice and gravel that protected us.
Once we were far enough away, we stopped to catch our breath, relieved to have momentarily escaped danger.
As we drove away from the building and the bar, with the blonde at the wheel, the brunette as the co-pilot, and the girl with two-color hair in the back of the car, we realized that our escape was not over yet.
Looking back, we saw about twenty men in masks and special suits chasing us in several vehicles, starting a new chase.
Adrenaline began pumping through our veins as the car sped through the city streets, trying to lose our pursuers. The sound of roaring engines and screeching tires filled the air, as the cityscape flew before our eyes.
"We have to throw them off!" the driver shouted, his voice full of determination as he skillfully maneuvered between cars and corners.
Bobby nodded, his face hardened with concentration. "I'm ready to make the entire ice rink," he said, ready to freeze them.
The bi-colored haired girl and I clung to our seats, holding on tight as the car swerved and dodged obstacles with pinpoint precision.
Every sharp turn and every acceleration brought us one step closer to escape, but we also knew that our pursuers would not stop easily.
As the chase continued, John desperately searched for a way out, trying to find a place where we could hide and lose our pursuers from sight.
The city lights flickered around us as we entered narrower, less busy streets, hoping to find respite in the darkness of the night.
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Bobby with an ice attack destroys the track by several meters. The metal of the truck is pierced by the thrown pieces of ice that end up retaining the first truck.
The survivors of the chestnut attack try to stop the car, the others in pursuit, launching a shower of stray bullets at the teenagers who are held back by the ice shield.
The destroyed asphalt began to float and move in the air, forming a tornado of dirt and gravel.
—Accelerate! —said the boy. The car, driven by the young blonde, began to move at high speed towards the mansion.
—Hey, he's running away, chase them! —said the head of the thugs.
—Black!
The moment they got into the truck, the bandits realized that the tornado of stones was continuing its direction towards them.
They quickly accelerated to finish off the mutants, but the stones began to stop spinning in the tornado, being at the same time attracted to a point and gathering into thousands of pieces that began to move forming a kind of anthropomorphic figure.
Soon, to the students, a stone giant became visible moving at the speed of a car, following the criminals.
—Wait, aren't they supposed to be chasing us? —said the girl with two-color hair.
-What are you taking about? —the boy who acted as co-pilot immediately responded.
-What the hell is that? —exclaimed the ice chestnut.
"You can keep quiet, I'm focused on preventing the colossus from falling apart," said the albino, trying not to waste his energy and maintain concentration to continue moving the gigantic being of splinters, making sure it didn't fall apart.
The car roared through the deserted streets as the tornado of debris continued its relentless pursuit.
Adrenaline ran through the veins of the young occupants, aware of the power that Aleis unleashed around them. The scene looked like something out of an action movie, with the thugs in their black truck casting terrified glances back, watching as the stone giant pursued them relentlessly.
—They can't be that fast! —one of the thugs shouted, watching as the stone giant absorbed more debris from the ground, increasing its size and speedity.
Aleis, with her eyes fixed on the road, concentrated her energy to maintain the shape of the colossus.
Her hands trembled slightly, but her determination was ironclad. He knew that they couldn't allow those criminals to reach the mansion; Much depended on his ability to stop them here and now.
"I need more power," Aleis murmured, feeling his energy begin to waver.
"Just keep up the pace a little longer, we're almost there," the young blonde encouraged from the driver's seat, dodging a pothole at high speed.
Aleis, moving a rock giant, was being recorded by the citizens in a scene as unreal as the last time they were recording videos of ancient aliens from a portal with the Avengers.
Concentrated and pale, Aleis kept his attention fixed on the stone colossus he had created.
The giant moved with a fluidity that defied its rocky composition, each step echoing like thunder in the silence of the chase. Aleis growled through clenched teeth, his hands shaking slightly from the effort of manipulating countless rock fragments simultaneously.
Beside him, in the vehicle making its way through the chaos, his companions watched, mixing admiration with concern. The vehicle roared down the road, dodging obstacles and debris that the battle had left in its path.
Suddenly, the driver, a young man with blonde hair and determined eyes, glanced at the rearview mirror.
-They're getting closer! -He warned, watching as the thugs' truck quickly gained ground. In the back seat, the two-color haired girl frowned.
"Shouldn't we be running away instead of creating more problems?" she asked, her voice tinged with anxiety.
"They won't let us escape so easily," Aleis responded, without taking his eyes off the stone giant. Back in pursuit, the stone colossus continued to advance, its form held together by Aleis's iron will.
Every step he took resonated in the hearts of those who watched, a reminder of the power that a single mutant could unleash.
The thugs' van attempted a desperate maneuver, swerving in an attempt to avoid the giant, but it was too late. With a precise movement, Aleis ordered the colossus to launch a huge block of asphalt from the ground hitting the truck and causing it to lose control.
The impact was devastating. The truck spun out of control, its wheels lost grip, and the vehicle overturned, sliding across the asphalt with a deafening screech before coming to a stop.
The tornado of stones dissipated as suddenly as it had appeared, dropping its load in a messy heap around the crashed van.
-Aleis, you did it!- exclaimed the driver, as the stone giant began to crumble, its fragments falling to the ground like a shower of gravel.
Aleis, exhausted but relieved, sank back into the seat, closing his eyes momentarily.
--- I need to rest- he murmured. But his rest was brief, interrupted by the cries of admiration and fear of the citizens who had witnessed the scene from a safe distance.
Aleis and his team quickly approached the overturned vehicle, prepared for any movement of the criminals. But as they approached, they saw that the thugs were either unconscious or too injured to fight.
"Good job, Aleis," said the young blonde, getting out of the car to make sure the criminals couldn't escape.
"Thank you, but it's not over," Aleis responded, breathless but determined.
—We need to make sure there are no more threats and alert the authorities—
The moment the boy finished speaking, two vans appeared on the other street, taking everyone by surprise.
Without thinking twice, we started running in the opposite direction, leaving the car frozen in place.
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The sound of our footsteps echoed in the alley as we ran with all our might, trying to put distance between ourselves and the trucks.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins, and I could feel the tension in the air as we struggled to escape our pursuers.
The lights of the trucks followed us closely, illuminating the alley with an eerie light. My heart pounded in my chest as we desperately searched for a way out, any escape that would allow us to evade the danger that loomed over us.
"To the subway!" I shouted, remembering that there was an entrance not far from there that we could use to disappear into the city's network of underground tunnels.
It was risky, but less risky than directly facing a group armed and prepared to capture mutants. As we approached the subway entrance, screams and the sound of heavy footsteps behind us indicated that our pursuers were not there or they gave up.
We glide through the subway entrance with the agility of training, our steps echoing in the dark tunnel.
Behind, the criminals' truck approached, filling the air with a sense of urgency and imminent danger.
"Come on, hurry up!" Bobby shouted, using his abilities to strengthen the stone and ice shield that protected us.
Bullets continued to rain down on us, but the new wall was solid enough to withstand the onslaught.
John took the lead, making way with his speed as we headed deeper into the subway tunnels.
Suddenly, an explosion echoed in the tunnel behind us, sending debris and dust everywhere. We stopped dead, turning to face the new threat.
The criminals had thrown a grenade, trying to cut off our escape route.
-Damn! -Exclaimed the two-color haired girl, her eyes frantically searching for a way out.
"What do we do now?" Before we could respond, a voice echoed from further up the tunnel.
"This way, quick!" We looked ahead and saw John, with his lighter glowing in the dark, pointing toward a side passage.
Without hesitation, we ran towards him, leaving behind the explosion and the criminals who were chasing us. The passage took us to a network of narrower and darker tunnels, where light barely penetrated.
We moved carefully but determinedly, trusting in the guidance of the light to carry us safely out of reach of our pursuers.
Finally, we emerged at an emergency exit on a side street, away from the commotion and pursuit.
We stopped to catch our breath, looking around with relief.
"Is everyone okay?" Bobby asked, his face still marked by the tension of the escape. We nodded, each of us taking a moment to recover from the chaos we had just faced. We knew that this was not the solution to escape and soon we located an anti-mutant protest converging on the streets of the city.
The four of us thought about being able to hide in the crowd to try to eliminate our trail from our pursuers. We mingled among the crowds that crowded the streets, hiding our identity among the protests and screams that echoed in the air.
It was a strange feeling, being surrounded by people who looked at us with contempt and fear, but it also provided us with a layer of anonymity that we desperately needed at the time.
"Let's split up," the two-color haired girl suggested in a barely audible whisper over the bustle of the crowd.
"This way it will be more difficult for them to follow us." We nodded silently, understanding the logic behind her proposal.
We scattered in different directions, each one trying to blend into the mass of people in the hope of losing our pursuers.
As I moved through the crowd, I met the gaze of a middle-aged man holding an anti-mutant sign aloft.
His expression was one of disgust and distrust, but he didn't seem to recognize me as one of the targets of his hatred.
I kept my head down and hiding my face with my hood I continued forward, trying hard not to attract attention as I walked away from the area where the protest was thickest.
All around me, I heard the murmurs of the crowd, raised voices, and slogans echoing off the walls of the surrounding buildings.
It was a grim reminder of the division and hatred that still lingered in society, even in a place as diverse and bustling as the city.
Eventually, I managed to get far enough away from the protest to feel relatively safe. I stopped in a side alley, panting and trying to catch my breath after the run. I looked around, searching for signs of my companions, wondering if they had managed to escape undetected.
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Wolverine and Cyclops were caught off guard while drinking at the bar. They were relaxed, enjoying a moment of rest after a long day of training at the Xavier Mansion.
However, their peace was abruptly interrupted when a group of masked criminals broke into the place.
At first, Wolverine and Cyclops prepared to confront the intruders, ready to use their mutant abilities to protect themselves and the others present in the bar.
But their surprise was even greater when the criminals began to throw grenades through the windows, wreaking chaos and destruction in the premises.
The deafening sound of explosions filled the air, as smoke and debris spread throughout the bar's interior.
Wolverine and Cyclops were forced to act quickly, seeking cover and trying to protect the innocents who were caught in the middle of the attack. With his heightened senses, Wolverine launched himself forward, using his claws to disarm the criminals and stop the advance of the grenades.
Meanwhile, Cyclops unleashed blasts of controlled optical energy, attempting to contain the attackers and keep them at bay.
Despite the chaos and confusion, the two mutants worked together as a coordinated team, using their complementary abilities to counter the threat.
However, they knew that they had to act quickly and accurately if they wanted to get out of this situation alive and protect the others present in the bar.
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