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New Mutants Unlimited #32
Post by Chord on Jan 13, 2007, 10:12pm

New Mutants Unlimited #32


Cover:Dillan kneeling before a cross

“Having fun?”

Dillan ignored the comments from his future self as he held his face over his toilet, the contents of his stomach flowing out into it. Like all things Dillan Drummond found himself caught up in, there was a story behind this. Not a long or involved one, but a story none the less.

After watching a program on urban legends Dillan decided to test one he had always heard spoken but rarely tested: Did Twinkies really never expire? He was damned determined to find out and without really thinking it through, he did. After burying a box full of Twinkies on the mansion’s grounds roughly fifty years in the past, he had dug the box up when he returned to the present and began chowing down.

While a little brittle, they still seemed pretty sound. He finished the first one, and then ate another, then another, then another…and now here he was, lying over a toilet, throwing up everything he had eaten during the day. He still wasn’t sure if it was the fact that they were fifty years or whether it was because he had eaten the entire box that made him sick. It didn’t really matter now.

“You know it.” replied Dillan, arrogantly, wiping the vomit from his lips and standing to greet his older self. “Something you want?”

“Now that you mention it, there is. I sort of just wanted to talk. There’s something you’ve got to know.”

“What’s that?”

“The eternity you’re going to spend burning in Mephisto’s realm…you’re going to deserve It.” he stated, coldly, tossing a ragged binder onto the floor in front of his younger self who promptly recognized what it was. Obsessively, Dillan had begun collecting information on what he felt would be important historical events just in case he ever needed to travel back in time and alter something. The binder that had just been given to him was exactly the same as the one he kept underneath his bed, albeit stuffed with papers and worn. Dillan’s eyes widened as he skipped around through the binder and found a particular article.

“There it is.” laughed his older self. “That right there is the look of a man who understands why he deserves to burn in hell.”

“I’m afraid I don’t follow.” replied Dillan, not even realizing that he was attempting to hide the truth from himself.

“No, don’t you dare. You can lie to the X-men and your teammates if you want, but don’t you think for a second that you can even attempt to lie to me. I know you…us. A plan’s already formulating in your head. You’ve already figured out exactly what horrible things you’ll have to do in order to (at least in your opinion) do some good with your powers and truly make this world a better place.” he stopped himself, and looked up at the ceiling before looking back at his younger self. “All I can say is that I truly hope you succeed.”

Dillan didn’t bother trying to prove himself wrong; he knew every single word was the stone cold truth.

“What’s with the pessimism? I mean you’ve done this too haven’t you? You did succeed right?” he questioned persistently, not wanting to jump into any situation without all the facts he could get.

“No, no I didn’t.” flooring Dillan with his answer, his older self continued speaking. “My time is a place of war and death and without our heroes there exists no silver lining. Every day my children wake-up knowing that today will be harder than yesterday, and that tomorrow might never even come…but regardless of all that, I’m resolved to my fate and the world that I made.”

“Then why the hell would you come to now and do this?” asked a thoroughly confused Dillan. “Are you trying to alter the future you live in, or is this one of those sci-fi movie plots where you’re just trying to get me to create the world you’re from in a creepy paradox?”

“I honestly don’t even know Dillan.” chuckled his future self. “Maybe the when I’m from will still exist in an alternate timeline, or maybe it’ll change because of what I’m doing now and I’ll stop existing as I do now. Honestly, we never really understand how our powers work. Something like what we wield can’t be easily understood or explained.” he finished, promptly vanishing.

Ass, Thought Dillan to himself, positive that he had only done that to freak himself out.

“Whatever, I’ve got everything I need right here to make sure that I don’t end up living in the same world he did.” he gloated, grabbing his remote and flipping the TV to CNN, catching a report about an upcoming press conference.

Re: New Mutants Unlimited #32
Post by Chord on Jan 13, 2007, 10:12pm

“How do I look honey? Is my tie on straight?”

Faye Spiegel could barely contain her laughter as her husband began giving himself another check over. Normally she didn’t find her husbands neuroses humorous, but given how important tonight’s press conference was for the rest of his career, nay, the country itself, she couldn’t help but find the cause for his nervousness funny.

Steven Spiegel, the Democratic senator from the state of Washington was a man that was respected throughout the country. His soft outward appearance combined with his iron resolve made him a force to be reckoned with, along with his outstanding speaking skills. He was almost never nervous…but today was different. He wasn’t going to be delivering a speech in front of Senate, or chatting it up with the President over golf, or reporters for all the major news networks… Senator Spiegel’s next public appearance would be in the small town in Washington he was born and raised in. While there’d be many out of towners, the majority of people he’d be speaking to would be men and women who he grew up with, along with the older citizens who watched him mature from a reckless child into a man with conviction.

“Yes Steven, for the fifth time you look perfect.” and she meant it. Her husband’s “people” had spent hours preparing him for the occasion, picking out a costume suit, applying just the right amounts of make-up and the time they spent on his hair was disgusting in Faye’s opinion, which was awful considering the fact that she visited her hair dresser once a week for two hours.

“Break a leg, honey.” she whispered to her husband as their limousine stopped and they exited to face the cheering crowd welcoming back their hometown hero.

As Steven stepped through the cheering crowd he couldn’t help but feel an immense sense of proud in himself. He was about to stand up in front of hundreds of people and take an incredibly unpopular opinion because he felt it was the right thing to do. Steven Spiegel would not rest until he had garnered enough public to get his Super-human registration bill passed.

Many people were confused when they heard his opinions on the positions on super-humans in American Society. His stance most certainly put him in the minority. He longed for the days long past where people like Captain America and the other Invaders stood acted under the direct command of the United States government. Back then they handled the important matters, back then they answered to someone.

“Today Ladies and Gentleman, there is something very important I’d like to talk about. It is a cause I have championed for silently over the years, but with recent events in out great nation, I feel that this issue is…”

“…BORING! THIS ISSUE IS BORING!” screamed a voice that reminded all those that heard it of a person trying to speak with a mouthful of gravel. As several armed men surround the Senator in order to escort him from the stage, they were all felled with a single blurry kick.

“Who are you!?” screamed the senator as the costumed figure approached him. Offended, the black and red clad mercenary grabbed the Senator by the face and squeezed his cheeks.

“Awww, isn’t that cute! Someone’s never heard of the Merc with a mouth. You clearly don’t hang around in the right circles if you don’t Deadpool. Maybe once my employer’s done with you I can you out for a night on the time a-la Wade?!” he laughed annoyingly, but stopped as more armed men ran upon the stage. “Look guys, can’t we all just get along? I don’t even have any weapons on me!” As funny as it sounded to say, Deadpool was telling the absolutely truth. Very rarely was he approached with job and told to bring along no weapons and not to kill anyone. Sure kidnapping was very low-brow, but for the amount of money he was paid in advance, he would’ve done the job pants less.

“We don’t have any choice but to let him pass.” stated one of the armed men, sadly. He didn’t want to let the mercenary get away with the senator but there weren’t any other options…but he was beginning to that all of that changed as a bright blue light appeared near the stage in a crackle of sound and energy. Loud sounds, bright lights – a super-hero had shown up.

“I don’t think so evil-doer!” shouted the newly appeared super-human. None of the guards recognized the newly appeared hero, but it didn’t really matter who he was.

“Oh now this is just precious.” cackled Deadpool. “What’re you like thirteen?” he stated, noting the timbre of the super-hero’s voice.

“No. What I am is…The Second Gunman, and I’m here to halt your nefarious plot.” screamed the commando garbed hero, withdrawing a strange pistol from somewhere on his person.

“You better hope the Punisher isn’t litigious, you’re totally stealing his bit kid.” laughed Deadpool as the hero did something highly unexpected: He fired his weapon.

Had Deadpool not had superhuman reflexes The Second Gunman’s shot would’ve been a perfect headshot…unfortunately he did have superhuman reflexes and without even thinking Deadpool simply tossed the Senator in the path of the bullet.

“Oh. Crap.” stammered Deadpool. “See! THIS IS WHY SUPER-HEROES SUCK! ALL I WAS GONNA DO WAS KIDNAP THE POOR BASTARD!” He leapt over the body of the senator and directly at The Second Gunman, who seemed to be in utter shock. Before Deadpool could get his payback for losing the other half of his already large check, the hero had teleported away, which, in his opinion, had to be a first; a hero accidentally killing a civilian and then running away.


Dillan huffed and puffed as he pushed open the door’s to the church that he attended every Sunday with his family before they had been killed. It felt like ages since he had been back home in Philadelphia, and even longer since he had been to Church. He did his best to catch his breath completely before entering the confessional.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned.” he stated reverently, before kneeling in front of the screen.

“How long has it been since your last confession?” asked the priest, gruffly.

“It has been…wow, several months since my last confession.” he replied.

“Confess to me your sins.”

“Well father, I really only have one worth confessing. I just killed a man…but the thing is…that’s not what I’m here to confess. I’m here to confess the fact that I think that if I had a choice, I’d go back and do it again.” he stated, in an oddly confident tone. Dillan was then shocked, as the screen was slid backwards, revealing the face of a man his encounters with were never pleasant.

“See kid, if you had just shown and ounce of remorse things would happen from this point on a little differently.” grunted Cable as he aimed one of his many guns at Dillan’s face. “Didn’t I warn you Drummond? Didn’t I tell you if I suspected you were trying to alter history I would bring the hammer down upon you? Why Dillan, why’d you do it?” he questioned.

“You Cable, you an I aren’t so different, I don't know why you keep trying to act as if your mission is any more grand or noble than mine is.” replied Dillan, getting off his knees and sitting back against the wall of the confessional.

“And what mission would that be?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to make the world a better place Cable! I don’t understand how you can take such a uselessly passive position knowing all that you must know. "Any time you have an opportunity to make things better and you don't, you are wasting your time on this Earth." That was said by Roberto Clemente, maybe you should take his words to heart.” responded Dillan, in an almost impatient tone. He just didn’t understand how Cable couldn’t see what he was trying to do.

Cable smiled. “Forgive me if I don’t take you seriously, it’s just that your justification for actions is reminding me of several madmen throughout the ages, of course they were all much more imposing than you are. What I’d like to know is exactly why you thought to kill Senator Spiegel.” This was the most pressing thing on Cable’s mind. He knew the importance of Senator Spiegel on history because was from the future; but how could Dillan have known? Had he traveled to the future and decided he didn’t like the effects of the registration act?

“You’re not the only one with knowledge of the future Nathan.” Dillan replied slyly. “Senator Spiegel was an intelligent man with a very good idea, but his timing is far from perfect. Using the lack of cohesion between super-humans during so-called “calamity” as his main point of justification his Super-human registration bill would have passed with relative ease. It would be in part responsible for the future that you come from, my actions have changed that.”

“Through his death the dearly departed Senator has become a martyr for his cause. While his opinion wasn’t a popular one, it was one shared by many in Washington D.C. The fact that Steven Spiegel died because of a mysterious and unknown super-hero fully supported his belief that super-heroes needed to be registered, trained and regulated – and they will, in due time. It will begin with government censures on super-human activity and the rearming of the nation’s police and military forces but there will come a day when super-heroes have little choice but to bow to will of their government.”

Cable could hardly believe what he was hearing, he had met insane despots before and Dillan was sounding more and more like one with each passing second. “And where do you come in Dillan? I don’t believe you’re stupid to do all of this to let the power wind up in someone else’s hands. What’re you going to do? Become the President in order to control this super-human army you’re getting all hot and bothered over?”

“Oh Nathan…oh you stupid bastard.” howled Dillan with laughter. “Become the President? No, not only is that far too difficult is relies too much on the public who can’t be relied on for a thing. Plus, I have my doubts that the nation would be able to accept a black mutant President within the next twenty years. No. the position I’ve got in mind is much more attainable and gives so much more control. I’m planning on becoming director of S.H.I.E.L.D.” He grinned.

Nathan was truly floored at this point. The sheer amount of foresight Dillan had put into the entire situation shocked him, and what was even worse was the fact that his assumptions about what would happen didn’t seem too far off base.

“Dillan, I’ve just got to ask…you are aware that for your insane plot to work not only will you have to kill me, but it’s very likely that at some point you may even have to murder to the X-men and your teammates.” stated Cable, dropping his weapon to his side.

“I know.” replied Dillan, his voice not changing tones at all. “But I’m hoping that maybe I can convince some of them, at least then…at least then I won’t have to do all the killing myself.” and with that Dillan exited the confessional and began to leave the church.

“How can you do it Dillan!?” shouted Cable, chasing after him “You came to place because obviously believe in God, but everything you’ve done, and everything you’re probably planning to do goes against any teachings and scriptures you base your faith on. How can you reconcile your faith and your actions?”

“How you ask? The exact same way I’m about to leave this Church: effortlessly.”

Cable gritted his teeth and aimed his weapon at Dillan once more, who was now standing at the Church doors. “The wise man that I met…the Dillan that I know…he couldn’t do any of the things you’re planning to do.”

“Then the Dillan you’ve met is weak.”

Re: New Mutants Unlimited #32
Post by Amelia "Heaven" Chow on Jan 14, 2007, 2:03am

The references to Civil War amuse me.

But I do somehow wonder how Dillan thinks he's got this in the bag with not one, not two, but three high level telepaths hanging around the place he lives.

Re: New Mutants Unlimited #32
Post by Chord on Jan 14, 2007, 2:27am

Jan 14, 2007, 2:03am, Amelia "Heaven" Chow wrote:The references to Civil War amuse me.

But I do somehow wonder how Dillan thinks he's got this in the bag with not one, not two, but three high level telepaths hanging around the place he lives.

I'm thinking that Dillan assumes that anyone telepath that looked into his mind would see his grandoise vision of the future and then join him in his crusade.

Re: New Mutants Unlimited #32
Post by Marisol Morales on Jan 14, 2007, 9:37am

God, Dillan is such a jerk now…

Re: New Mutants Unlimited #32
Post by Chord on Jan 14, 2007, 2:13pm

Jan 14, 2007, 9:37am, Marisol Morales wrote:God, Dillan is such a jerk now…

Are we talking Professor Xavier level jerkishness or Civil War Iron Man level jerkishness?

Re: New Mutants Unlimited #32
Post by Marisol Morales on Jan 14, 2007, 2:19pm

Their multiplication.

Re: New Mutants Unlimited #32
Post by Alexander "Cadmus" Baptiste on Jan 18, 2007, 1:43pm


Cable should have killed him. I'm sort of surprised that he didn't try.

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