Morph sat in the kitchen."I thought he removed that chip from my head.How is it possible that I'm turning back into that side of me?Maybe Moria was right.Maybe I'm not ready to be an x-men just yet.He quickly stood to his feet and walked over to the sink.As he looked into the old dish water his image shifted into Mr.Sinister*Morph you'll always be mine.I made you what you are.Unlike those other shapeshifters I've made you the ultimate omnimorph*Falling back screaming Morph found himself sitting on the floor with his knees to his chest.Like and child scared by the boogie man he sat there holding himself close.
Mean while Rouge looked up at Gambit."I know we will but I'd rather be playing with you in your room"
Storm looked up at the Sky."Bobby your right. Sometimes the weather must change.X-men get ready."She looked over at Logan."Shall we"
Psylocke smile"Deadpool how do you think of this stuff?Know what Nevermind.Move.Don't fought we need to find an swer"
(lol juggs watching scrubs)
Deadpool shrugged "It's just how i'm written, i guess"
Spider-man nodded "ok hold on i'll find one" he laid down aginst the ground and starting staring at the ground. He was mumbling something under his breath for a little bit then jumped up. "Ok there should be a manhole a few meters that way" he pointed over to the corner of some pavement.
~net messing up.gotta retypeit all over~
Morph stood up."I'm sorry.Tell the Professor I'm quiting the team.Tell him it's Mr.Sinister.He's in my head,my dreams all the time. I'm not worthy to be an x-men..and as for Logan tell him. He walked passed her and stopped at the door."Tell him Moria was right.I'm not ready still.Just tell him thanks for being my best friend, and the only person that ever really ment something to me.
Soon after they left Shaw decided to engage the leader of the X-Men in a private discussion.
"Mr. Summers, if you don't mind I would like to speak with you privately in my study when you have the time. I'll be waiting Mr. Summers."
Shaw then left him and the others to go to his study room. He sat by the fireplace with a drink by his side and a book in his hands.
"Sit down and have a talk with me for minute. These are tough times we mutants are in a state of peril with the decrease in our population, Bastion and his holy crusade. Our backs are against the walls are they not? I was just wondering how you were coping with all of this? I have no doubt that we will save young Warren though."