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Deep beneath the streets of New York City walks a lone figure dressed in tattered
remnants of once stylish clothing. The once-bright-orange of a coat now faded
by time and dirt to the brown of clay, and hanging down almost to the bricked
floor of the tunnel, barely allowing clearance for the stumpy, misshapen feet
clad in old, worn and ill-fitting boots wrapped with rags to hold them together.
The sleeves of the coat were tucked into the tattered pockets. Poking out of
the collar is a mass of greasy, unkempt graying hair atop a vaguely human face
covered in an ashen gray layer of skin from untold years away from the sun. The
eyes bulged in the low light given off by the widely spaced incandescent bulbs.
They bespoke madness and hostility among a whole host of emotions that crossed
the little being's face, most notably loneliness and anger.
The figure at one time was part of a society of people, outcasts from the
surface world because of their abilities, mutations from the basic humanity that
encompasses the globe. These mutants called themselves the Morlocks, and were
all killed when an evil group of cyborgs and other mutants decided to take it
upon themselves to exterminate anyone who would care for living in harmony
(wether intermixed with or separate from) humanity, occasionally protecting
those powerless to defend themselves otherwise. Those few who survived the
massacre were dispersed to the winds, and Masque, the lone survivor who remained
in the tunnels he called home for uncounted years, longed for the days when his
ugliness was dismissed over his character and knowledge. Mostly, he longed for
Callisto, one time leader of the rag-tag band of mutants, keeping them alive and
protecting them from all the anti-mutant hatred racing throughout the world
these days. Some time after the devastation he had encountered her in the
tunnels, he sought to make her more acceptable by the surface standards that he
had seen in various magazines and news reports. Not only had he made her
beautiful, but he had healed her blind eye. Unfortunately, he had also
alienated her by doing so. After some harsh words, he restored Callisto to her
previous state. As she left for the last time, his heart sank, knowing he was
now an outcast among his fellow mutants now.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
As the dawn broke, bathing the Xavier estate in a warming luminescence, three
figures approached the front steps. All three were dressed in what would be
outlandish, even garish costumes by the standards of most fashion experts. At
the forefront of them was a man dressed in a blue uniform with a gold belt
sporting a black-and-red "X" that formed the buckle, he also wore a gold
wraparound visor with a ruby red lens masking his eyes. Next to him was a furry
humanoid creature that looked like a blue dyed Chewbacca with somewhat larger
(and more dexterous) feet wearing dark blue boxers with gold trim at the elastic
waistband. On the other side of the leader walked a feral-looking man in a
yellow and blue striped costume with a cowl covering his head, his stride was
powerful, as if he had supreme confidence that he could deal with anything that
the world could throw at him. The three walked up the drive from Greymalkin
Lane from the of Salem Center, each of them was carrying a grocery bag in each
arm. There wasn't any talking amongst them, but there was a bond between them
that any observer could see ... one that told of years working alongside the
others in perilous circumstances.
The door opened while the three were still several dozen yards away. Out into
the morning light stepped a young lady dressed in a copper colored uniform
similar to the one that the visor wearing one wore, with the exception that hers
had several pockets for whatever she may need to carry. The breeze whisked her
auburn hair into her face as she stepped forward. She turned her face into the
wind to correct the situation as she walked over to the approaching figures.
"I'll take those if you don't mind Scott, Hank & Logan" she calls out. A moment
later the bags in the arms of the trio levitate into the air and start drifting
toward the house under the red-haired lady's watchful eye.
"Thanks Jean" the visored one says as he closes the distance to her side.
Taking her hand into his, they mount the steps into the mansion with the grocery
bags floating ahead of the couple. The two outside decide to take alternate
routes into the house. The bestial one bounding up onto a window ledge on the
second floor and entering through the open window, while the feral looking one
stumps off into the wooded area surrounding the mansion, pulling a cigar out of
a pocket on his costume.
In the bowels of the lavishly appointed estate, professor Charles Xavier, the
world's leading authority on human genetic mutation, sits at a sensor console
wearing a helmet he designed to enhance his mutant telepathic abilities. He
affectionately calls his invention 'Cerebro' as he uses it to scan the area for
mutant activity. He senses a presence close by. Concentrating on pinpointing
the source of the activity, he narrows it down to somewhere between the mansion
and New York City ... a presence laced with loss and malevolence, someone he's
had contact with at one point but can't quite place at the moment. He decides
that this individual should be investigated, just to see if there's a threat to
the general populace because of the power level readings that cerebro detects.
He sends out a mental summons to one of his students.
A few minutes later Scott, also known as Cyclops because of the visor he wears,
walks into the briefing room. "You wanted to see me professor?"
"Yes Scott. Please sit down. I've detected a powerful mutant presence
somewhere between here and the city, apparently travelling the tunnels the
Morlocks used to live in. I want you to go down and evaluate the threat
potential."
"Okay professor, but wouldn't Wolverine or Beast be better equipped to handle
tracking in the tunnels?"
"Yes, they would Scott, but you have more experience in handling diplomatic
situations. Logan ... well, let's just say he's not the diplomat, and Hank's
appearance tends to unnerve people at first, thus the choice must be you. You
have the public relations experience from your days dealing with the media while
you ran X-factor, and you are also more 'normal' in appearance, so you can make
this person feel a bit more comfortable."
"Okay. I'll get going immediately then. Should I use the entrance to the
tunnels in the lower levels?"
"Yes ... I think that would be best. Send a call out to Jean when you want it
reopened. And good luck Scott."
"Thank you professor," Scott says as he gets up from his chair and leaves.
Scott stands in front of a massive circular metal door in the lowest level of
the subterranean floors, watching as slowly moves back on well oiled hinges. A
draught of dank, musty air wafts into the small chamber. Scott wrinkles his
nose as he steps up to the inner gate and punches in the code that opens the
bars. After a moment of hesitation, he steps through. The doors quietly but
firmly seal themselves behind him as he switches on the utility lights attached
to either side of his ruby-quartz visor.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Masque noticed a change in the air miles away as somebody dared to trespass on
his home territory. He began to make his way through the tunnels toward where
he felt the very slight breeze coming from the sealed up entrance somewhere
outside Salem Center. As he traverses the tunnels, he spots the light coming up
from somewhere ahead. After taking cover in a shallow side tunnel's support
pillar, he sits in wait for the impertinent trespasser to show him or herself.
He spots a piece of wood and thinks to use it as a club to knock out the
interloper and bring him (or her) into his lair for a thorough interrogation,
where he could control what's going on.
As the seconds pass, the significantly larger form passed Masque's hidden
alcove, he takes up the makeshift club and manages to move into position behind
the stranger. Masque thinks that the headgear (that includes a cowl covering
the man's head in a slight bit of padding) will be too much for him to penetrate
with a single strike from his height disadvantage. He swings at the back of the
man's knees, catching him by surprise and knocking him onto his back while also
driving the air from the surprised man's lungs. Before he can strike again, the
big man lashes out with a red beam that emanates from the visor he wears. The
beam is splintered into many smaller beams as the piece of wood is pulverized.
Masque quickly places his now empty hand against the intruder's cheek and
quickly molds the skin of his face into a featureless mass of flesh with only a
mouth to breathe with. The man shouts out with surprise as he feels the changes
take effect, then passed out when Masque gives him a two-handed smash against
his temples.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Awareness returned to Scott as a glaring light shone into his eyes. Opening
them to seek the source of the glare, the mutant known as Cyclops noticed that
his sight wasn't filtered through the ruby-quartz lens of his visor. He then
noticed that his optic blasts were not working for some reason by the
particularly obvious absence of pulverized furnishings. He cautiously opened
his eyes and peered about the room. He does notice that he's encased in some
sort of manacles, with his hands warped into a formless mass of flesh in a rough
spherical shape. The manacles are secured to the stonework of the tunnel wall
by massive iron eye-ring pegs. Sitting in a tattered brown chair across the
room sat a figure wearing an equally tattered set of unidentifiable clothes
reading from a book with yellowed pages and a tattered dust jacket. The figure
looks at Scott with yellowish, bulbous eyes. Eyes with large bags of skin
almost dangling from underneath them.
"Nice to see that the BIG, BAD, mutie hunter is finally awake!!!" it says in a
screeching voice that sounded somewhat nasal in quality, yet also gave no clue
as to the gender of the speaker. It stands and with mock-formality bows in
Scott's direction. "I am Masque, last of the Morlocks. And YOU, my friend, are
my prisoner. You are charged with intruding upon my domain with lethal intent,
prepared to eradicate me as you did to the rest of my family!!!" it continued
with a trace of madness lacing the words as they're spoken.
Scott shook his head in disbelief and tried to respond with his side of the
story, but all that came out of his mouth was a thin squeak. He tried again
with the same results. Frustrated, Scott struggles against his bonds as the
little imp in front of him laughs maniacally.
Eventually, the laughing fit subsides and Masque looks Scott in the eyes. "I
see you've noticed the changes I made while you were unconscious: I nullified
your optical powers to insure my safety, removed your vocal cords so I wouldn't
have to listen to your lies, and then I made it impossible for you to escape by
reshaping your hands and feet."
All Scott could do is hang limply forward and try to make out his feet. Masque
smiled and produced a mirror and angled it slowly so he could see his lower legs
narrowing sharply into what appeared to be dowel rods and sunk into metal pipes
pounded into the rock.
Masque smiled a toothless, ugly smile and walked out of the room, turning out
the bare light bulb as the creature leaves. Scott's eyes eventually close and
he drifts off to a dream-filled sleep.
In his dreams, Scott sees Jean, she's standing at the front of a church wearing
her usual fatigues. She looks back at Scott and smiles as he starts walking up
the center aisle to meet her. He closes the distance between her with an
irritating slowness and he sees his friends file in on either side of the altar
rail, all in their combat gear. Standing alongside Jean on the right-hand side
of the aisle, are Ororo, Rogue, and Jubilee. While Hank, Logan and Alex
(Scott's brother) are waiting on the other side of the aisle. Professor Xavier
walks in from behind the altar wearing a priest's robes as Scott comes ever
closer to his love, Jean.
As Scott surveys his surroundings, he sees people scattered throughout the pews
toward the front. He recognizes Jean's parents sitting in the second row, along
the right-hand aisle seat, while his father is seated across from them. All
their friends from his years as an X-man are scattered throughout the church as
well. He notices Bobby in his Iceman form, Peter in his Colossus form, Kurt
"Nightcrawler" Wagner with his dark fur and red costume, Kitty Pryde, Allison
Blaire, and Warren Worthington III with his old 'feathery' wings somehow
restored. As he looks around the church, his friends smile with pride as Scott
proceeds to his rendezvous with Jean at the head of the aisle.
He becomes aware of music wafting through the air ... it seems to be the wedding
march as far as Scott can recall. But the positioning for a wedding is totally
wrong. At least from Scott's male perspective it's wrong, he corrects his
observation ... it's perfect if he were the bride. With that thought, he's
jolted into wakefulness as he feels Masque's malformed fingers touching his
body. He immediately notices that something's different.
He tried to move his feet and realized that he can move again. His movement is
limited because of some manacles attached to them. Another thing he notices
with his feet is that they're at a slightly higher angle from heel to toe. He
looks down to try taking inventory but realizes that he's wearing a neck brace
to limit his head movement.
He tries to reach forward with his hands. As they come into view, what should
be his muscular arms are instead thinner and ... delicate. They end in hands
that fit the theme the arms set, with long, thin and, again, delicate fingers
tipped with red nails extending about a quarter of an inch beyond the skin of
the fingertips. An audible gasp escapes his lips, giving Scott a hint that
maybe his voice had been restored.
"Masque, what's going on here" he hears Jean's voice cry out from somewhere,
echoing his thoughts exactly. Masque just smiles and holds up the mirror, where
he sees Jean's face reflected, her coppery hair tied in a loose pony-tail and a
dirty old neck brace around her neck.
"Jean??? Hid he hurt you?" Scott asks, then notices two things: first, that he
clearly heard her voice, the second thing was that her lips moved in exact synch
with his, but why would SHE ask herself about anything aloud like that. Since
Masque seems to have the ability to manipulate flesh, the conclusion that Scott
could come to is that he had been sculpted, molded or whatever, into Jean's form
perfectly.
"Masque, why did you do this to me?" he asks the imp, still trying to get used
to hearing Jean's voice coming out of his mouth. The little person just stands
there smiling.
After a few moments pause, Masque speaks. "Well, I have some basic mind-reading
ability, mostly in the area of images you have strong reactions over. I figured
I would give you a chance to explain yourself, but since you've got more
offensive abilities and she doesn't seem to, I decided you could be her while
giving your poor excuses."
Struggling to keep calm, Scott draws a few deep breaths and sends his thoughts
out to Jean through the mind link they've developed as their love blossomed. He
slowly tells Masque of his assignment to "investigate and evaluate the threat
potential" of the mutant Cerebro detected.
As Scott related his tale, a scowl crossed Masque's face. Then, as the
feminized mutant related the part in the mission about evaluating the threat
potential, he exploded in anger. "LIAR!!!!! You were going to kill me like you
did the others. Get the hell out of here. If I ever see you in my tunnels
again, you'll die a slow and painful death. He walked out of the room in a huff
of anger, slamming the door behind him.
A couple minutes later, the bonds were loosed from the wall with a loud click.
Scott freed himself from the foam neckwear and makes his way over to the mirror.
Seeing the seductive form of his betrothed in the mirror wearing his uniform
still unnerved him. The visor he used to wear no longer was needed to control
his power. Instead, Masque had it slightly reformed into a headband to control
his long red locks. Scott was at least glad for the material used in his
costume, for the unstable molecules of the cloth would mold itself to fit
whomever wore it. The boots were another thing though, they were apparently
remolded to fit his shapely, femininely muscled legs and feet, giving him the
higher heels that she usually wore.
As he put the mirror down, he heard a loud BOOM from somewhere nearby. A few
seconds later, a BAMF sound in the room where Scott was standing and a
subsequent stench of brimstone told the changed X-man that Nightcrawler had
arrived. "Kurt, over here!" he cried out.
"Scott???" The devilish creature said with a thick German accent. Kurt leapt
over to where Scott had dropped the mirror onto the only piece of furniture in
the room. "Vat did that devil mutant do to you mein freund???" At that point
the indigo furred X-man noticed not only the changes above the collar of the
blue uniform Scott wore, but ALL the changes Masque had wrought. "Mein gott,
I'm sorry Scott. Piotr went after him and I don't think the creature survived.
It seems our Russian friend had a personal score to settle as well." Scott felt
all hope of regaining his body as another BOOM sounded through the tunnels.
After a few minutes of more booming sounds approaching, Peter walked in, his
living metal muscles rippling with exertion and sweat. Upon seeing Scott in his
new situation, leaning against the wall and looking defeated, Peter said simply
"I'm very sorry about this tovarisch. The professor didn't tell me of your
plight until I had already done the damage that killed the mutant we sought."
Jean came in a minute later, floating on a telekinetic cushion. She went up to
Scott and motioned him toward her. "Scott, no matter what happens, or for that
matter who's body you're in, I will ALWAYS love you." She concludes by wrapping
her lover in an embrace and kissing Scott passionately on the lips.
After coming up for air, Jean released her strong embrace and simply took
Scott's hand into her own. Then she wrapped all four of them in the room with
her telekinetic touch and in a few minutes the group were back at the Xavier
mansion.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
As the weeks passed, Scott grew accustomed to being Jean's twin. The professor
and the rest of the X-Men were very sympathetic and supportive of Scott, Jean
most of all. Professor Xavier had tested Scott's abilities and found that he
had indeed become Jean's twin in every way, including her telepathic and
telekinetic powers, which he asked Jean to help develop.
Soon Scott had a new "official" identity as Sarah Summers and was immersed with
training his abilities, both mutant and feminine, with Jean's help. As the
practice sessions progressed, not even the other X-men could tell who was who by
behavior, both were intelligent, beautiful, playful and knew the others just as
well an anybody ever could. The bond between Scott (now Sarah) and Jean grew
even stronger. The two women were inseparable, especially in the bedroom, where
they would practice telekinetically manipulating their clothing and playing
'Dress-up' for hours on end.
After a year had passed since the 'Masque Incident' Sarah and Jean were
informally married, where Sarah was the blushing bride. As she stood at the
doorway to the small chapel, the assemblage triggered a sense of dj vu from the
dream she had as Masque was making the changes that fateful day one year ago.
She wore the wedding dress that Jean was originally planning to wear when she
was going to marry Scott, but felt that Sarah might appreciate the validation
more. The ceremony was wonderful, and the honeymoon in the Shi'ar Imperium was
one to remember to their family if they ever could (of course Corsair, the
father of the bride already knew the area very well). Jean's parents were
shocked by the turn of events at the wedding, but after the situation was
explained, they seemed to accept Sarah as their new daughter-in-law.
After the honeymoon, Sarah and Jean went back into their work of preserving
professor's dream of all humanity living together in peace.
Fin!
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