The Last Stand (X-Men Series)

The Last Stand (X-Men Series)

by Chris Claremont

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A novelization of the major motion picture!


The world has acquired a lethal new weapon against X-gene mutants, whose superhuman powers separate them–for better, for worse, forever–from ordinary mortals. Now, for the first time, mutants have a choice: retain their godlike abilities, though their powers may isolate and alienate them, or surrender them and become human. The mutant antibody is called a cure, but its invention may trigger a struggle that destroys every living soul on Earth.

As Magneto declares all-out war against humanity and its dreaded cure, the U.S. president mobilizes the military. But it is Charles Xavier and the X-Men who truly must brace for the ultimate battle, for they alone are powerful enough to determine the outcome.

Lessons of the past are useless in the coming life-and-death conflict, as new players–mutants possessing unprecedented, unearthly skills– take center stage. With so many joining forces with Magneto’s evil Brotherhood, the X-Men will face their ultimate test against an enemy whose forces far outnumber their own.

Now, as the world trembles, the Phoenix slowly rises. . .

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345492111
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/16/2006
Series: X-Men Series
Pages: 352
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.90(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author

Chris Claremont is one of the bestselling comic writers in the world. He wrote The Uncanny X-Men for seventeen years as well as the novelization of the movie X-Men 2. He has been the co-creator of several top-selling series for Marvel Comics, including Excalibur, Wolverine, New Mutants, and, in the United Kingdom, Captain Britain. He wrote the Star Trek twenty-fifth-anniversary graphic novel Debt of Honor and a Next Generation sequel, Cry, Vengeance, for DC Comics, as well as Alien/Predator: The Deadliest of Species for Dark Horse. His debut novel was Firstflight, the story of a young female astronaut in the twenty-first century, to which he wrote two sequels, Grounded and Sundowner. He collaborated with George Lucas on three novels in The Chronicles of the Shadow War, and has delved into fantasy with the publication of Dragon Moon, a dark fantasy novel co-authored with his wife, Beth Fleisher. The couple lives in Brooklyn with their two children.

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X-Men(tm) The Last Stand

By A Novelization by Chris Claremont

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A Novelization by Chris Claremont
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Chapter One

Chapter One

The moment her best friend died, Jean Grey first dreamed of fire, and dancing among the stars.

Neighbors since they were born, inseparable once they could crawl, she and Annie Malcolm shared toys and sandboxes, secrets and dreams, their parents, their entire lives. They had ten years together.

They never saw the car that brought that to an end.

Blind curve, guy's in a hurry, Annie feeling competitive, totally focused on the Frisbee Jean had thrown. Reacting, not thinking, no consideration of anything but the prize, as a wayward breeze scooped the plastic disk up just beyond her reach. Tantalizing, infuriating, beyond wicked, to come so close and then fall short. For Annie, that was unacceptable.

She made a spectacular catch. Jean cheered.

Her smile was so special, a flash of pure delight that burned itself indelibly on Jean's memory.

Then she was gone, wiped away so suddenly, so completely, it was almost as though she'd never been, thrown aside like a sackcloth dummy. There was a flash of shape and color, something big and powerful moving too fast to properly register--afterwards, when Jean tried to describe the vehicle to the police, what came out was more monster than machine. It was the first time--the only time--that herperfect memory ever failed her.

Or perhaps it was just that she didn't care about the car.

She heard a squeal as the driver fought for control, stomping on his brakes too late to make a difference, then the roar of an accelerating engine rapidly fading in the distance, as shock gave way to panic and he decided to save himself instead.

Jean had eyes only for her friend, draped against the wall of piled fieldstone that formed the property line along River Road. Annie lay unmoving, all crumpled and bloody and broken.

Sobbing, face twisted with denial, Jean dropped to her knees, hands trembling as she reached out, not a sound issuing from her lips save Annie's name--although every family in the neighborhood claimed later that they heard her piercing scream of anguish and horror. She repeated the name over and over, like a mantra, as if simply by saying the word she could anchor spirit to flesh and keep her friend from slipping away.

Then, she heard Annie call her name.

Instinct guided her to take a hand in both of hers, and Jean cried out again, a hoarse coughing exclamation that gave voice to all the pain balled up inside her friend. There were bursts of ice and fire along one side, scrapes and busted ribs, and a burning within one arm that told Jean it too was broken, and more pain where Annie had cracked her skull against one of the stones. That was the source of a lot of the blood, painting her face and now Jean as well as she stroked Annie's brow and tried to kiss the pain away. There was a dull ache near the bottom of her back, a gaping hollowness in the center of her chest. With a start, Jean realized she'd forgotten to breathe, and with a frantic gulp of air realized to her horror that Annie couldn't.

Her back was broken.

She couldn't bear to look anymore and closed her eyes--only that didn't help. Instead, it simply took her somewhere else.

Her own heart was a trip-hammer, pounding too hard and fast for her to separate the beats, her breath coming in shallow gasps that matched its cadence, like an animal in a terror trance, standing helpless before the predator who seeks its life. That made Jean angry; she hated being afraid and refused to be a victim, even of fate itself.

She thought at first she'd blacked out, because around her all was darkness. And then, of course, she assumed hallucinations as images rolled towards her out of that darkness, blurry in the distance, resolving as they moved closer into visions of people and places. She saw herself, arms thrown straight up as though signaling a touchdown, thought (absurdly) how familiar those clothes looked, until she realized she was wearing them now and she was looking at herself only moments ago, celebrating Annie's catch.

Her mind took the connection a step further; she looked more closely at the other images floating past her and she knew that they were Annie's memories.

They seemed to be coming from a central source, like stars being spun clear of the core of a spiral galaxy. Without hesitation she plunged into the heart of that glorious radiance, face transfixed with awe and wonder at the unimaginable myriad of colors and shapes that represented all of her friend's life-experience. She couldn't help grinning at the recognition of how many of them seemed to relate to her, and how richly textured they were.

She was still thinking in purely human terms and assumed that when she reached the heart of the radiance, she'd be this incredibly tiny dust mote facing some unimaginably huge representation of Annie. Instead, she came to her as an equal--only her body appeared wholly solid, whereas Annie's was boiling away at the edges.

Aghast, Jean watched a string of memories--some birthday or other, a trip to grandma's, boring days at school--tumble off into the distance until they were gone, swallowed up in darkness. Again operating from an instinct she didn't understand, Jean reached out to try to catch them, but she might as well have been a ghost herself, grabbing at the wind. They wouldn't be snared, couldn't be held.

She heard Annie call her name.

They both knew what was happening; neither dared say it aloud.

"Don't be scared, Annie," Jean said.

"Show me how, 'kay?"

"You've got to hold on, Annie, you can't give up."

"I'm broken, Jean. There's nothing I can do."

"Stop it! Don't you dare talk like that, I won't let you go!"

The passion surprised them both, a fierce rage that outlined Jean, just for a moment, in a corona of fire, like a star casting forth a solar flare. The fire plunged into Annie, making her gasp with surprise as her fading radiance glowed more brightly.

"See," Jean cried triumphantly. "See! I can help! I can save you!"

But Annie knew better.

"It isn't making a difference, Jean, not so it matters."

"Shut up, I'm working here."

"Do you have a clue what you're doing?" Annie asked.

"Making it up as I go. What do you care, so long as you come out all right?"

"Ain't gonna happen."

"Watch me."

"No, Jean," Annie said, "watch me."

Jean didn't want to, but Annie was by far the more determined of the two, always had been, with a focus (stubbornness, some said) that was legendary. They were still of the same size, a pair of galaxies, islands of breathtaking light and color, all by themselves against the backdrop of infinity. Now though, while Jean remained essentially coherent, Annie had spun off so much quantum substance that she was translucent. Yet she was visibly the more dynamic of the two--the part of her that remained burned far more brightly than it should, because Jean was sustaining it with her own energies. The consequence was that Jean's own life-glow had dimmed considerably.

"Let me go," Annie said quietly.

"No." Jean could be just as muleheaded.


"You're my best friend."

"Can you make me better?"

"What do you mean?"

"Can you fix the all of me that's broken? Can you find the all of me that's lost?" Annie waved a barely corporeal arm to indicate what remained of her body, the mass of imagery cascading ever faster into oblivion.

Jean's face twisted with a grief she'd never imagined, didn't think could possibly be endured.

"I. Don't. Know. How!" And with that terrible admission, her face went still with resolve. She would find a way, no matter what it took. She refused to accept that she couldn't.

"You can't stay," Annie told her.

"I won't leave you."

"Do you want to die, too? Look at yourself, Jean."

"I'm fine."

"I can barely see you. You've poured so much light into me, yours is almost gone. If you give me all your strength, how will you find your way home?"

"We're going home together."


With that, Annie lunged forward, catching Jean by surprise in an embrace that carried with it every bit of love and affection, every remaining aspect of their shared lives. She thrust both hands into the core of Jean's being and returned the strength Jean had given her.

Too much power, too fast! It burst outward like a star going supernova, impossibly--for that single flash of time--turning a totality of darkness into an absolute of light. Against such a display, Annie was too small to even quantify.

For Jean, this was beyond revelation. She understood none of it, on any level. The emotions were too primal for a child's mind to comprehend, and she had no resources of intellect or spirit that could give her even a hope of coping. She'd been cast into a maelstrom and knew only enough to hold fast to herself until it ran its course, praying fate was smiling on her enough to survive.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
I love the story, and the plotline is phenomenal, and it is obvious that the movie will be fantastic. The novel, however, was as enjoyable as it was, on a certain level, dissapointing. After reading X2 by Claremont, I had come to expect a greater depth in the characters (particularly Jean as the Phoenix), and also a lot of extras and references to the comics. Apparently someone leashed in Claremont's inspired storytelling and forced him to not deviate at all from the original story. Compared to the novel of X2, you will be somewhat dissapointed, as I was, but it still remains an enjoyable read to add to your library - definitley worth the $6.50 that I had to pay for it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book! Read the entire thing in one day. From the first page it kept me enthralled waiting to see what turn the plot would take. The depth of character is great, the growth of Rouge and Rouge's and Logan's relationship. Can not wait to see the movie, nor to see what they write next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a good read. It follows the movie. But it adds to each character gives you a look pr deeper look into how tje other characters are affected by the X-Men. Its a good and I reccomend it to any anf all X-Men fans.
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Hi. I'm Heaven Parks. I'm a girl, if you haven't figured that out. I'm 13 and a half. I have waist length blonde hair that I normally pull in a ponytail and blue/gray eyes. I can see the past, present, and future and am very good at fighting. Sorry if I forgot anything. Just ask me and I'll tell you. :) ~Heaven
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Stands up,"uh.. hi im Sam, Codename: Blue lantern." Stops, then looks up with sky-blue eyes, looking around the group curiously, brushing away light brown hair out of eyes. "I'm kind, and riliable, but.. I can get bored easily, and i make jokes at bad times." Lookes up and sees people looking at him intently, as if waiting for something big to happen. "Oh.. ya" he looks at his hand, and it turns blue, rays of dark blue extend and create a hammer in mid-air. Then turning to a sword, then a baseball bat. "I can make basically everything..." he says looking up at the crowd, grinning, then making a laighing mask and putting it on. Raises hands into the air with gusto, "ya, thats me" takes of mask and sits down.
Kynstar More than 1 year ago
Thanks! And if you happen to come across X-Men: First Class let me know! (been wanting that to if there is one!)
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Name: Victor Mars <br> Age: 14 <br> Power: l have the power to control heat; l can make lt hot on specifically one person, or l can make it cold for any amount of people. Also l took karate so l can flip and kick and punch.
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Im a 13 yearold boy. My muntant power is that i can shoot and control already burning fire so i carry a few lighters around just in case also very strong(not a muntant power)
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What is a seer
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Sits bored and says well were dead and dissapears.
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I saw days of furture past an i have white eyes (im herobrine) Black armor,black raven wings, and i shoot fireballs that explode. I say thats pretty badass, just like deadpool
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Doodoo ball is ceo
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Name: Percy Middle name: Leo
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From Michelle. Congrats Chris!!! &star
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Power adamantium claws and healing daughter of logan and "boss' daughter" very smart made H.U.N.T.(Household Uunderstudy thats Not Terminal) or a bigger better J.A.R.V.I.S. but yeah and i excell at engineering my hbby is to buy old beat up cars and make them awsome my godfather is Tony Stark and me and a couple of friends are his 'interns' and we get our funding for the hobby from him so yeah and i have shoulder leghth brown hair with a cute side bang tan skin and my style is cuteish punkyish and my musuc is secondhand serenade and green day and im 5'3" have a boyfreind named Kevin who is about 5'9" and he is very muscular with medium length brown hair and a quirky smile hes really funny and cool but also smart his power is to control AND create fire at will he is one of Tonys 'interns' with me and we have been dating for eight months and kevin is an amzing hip hop dancer his style is well what a hip hop dancer would wear and he is very very tan btw love x men and Hugh Jackman and Sir Ian McKellan and Sir Patrick Stewart
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Enemies: Dark Bolt Age: 12 Friends: Shadow Fire, Red Silver, Red Flame
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~Lulu the Lovliehest~ <p> You people have GOT to be kidding me! Making me go through the tortorous process of yet another autobiography? Well, I am the Queen, bi<_>tches, bow down before my Bubbliness. <p> Firstly: I am Sarie and Sarie is I. *double-take* Wait, what? Yes. Is your brain too small to take in this beautiful information? Dx Bless you, dearie. <p> Name: Everyone. o.o <p> Age: 18 <p> History: Unknown; awoke from a coma with no memories of the past. <p> Description: Pale skin. Gray eyes with silver flecks and dark blue rims. Naturally red lips. Long, curly black hair. 4'8". Slender. 95 lbs. No makeup. :p Colorful jeans. Hoodies with tanktops. ^_^ beautiful! <p> Personality: Forget you. &bull;__&bull; Fine. Matter-of-fact. Fun. Confident. Intelligent. Bitter. Loud. Weird. Random. Crazy... <p> WHOA! I'm frozen in time... :o <p> ...Amazing. Wonderful. Perfect. xD <p> Status: With the also perfect Samael. :D Well. FINDING NEMO! Dafuq? O.o Mine. Mine. Mine. <p> Power: I am a Seer. I shall no further elaborate just because you have brain inconsistencies. I'm an inconsistency. xD <p> Anything else, I suppose, just ask. <p> VOTE LULICIOUS AS YOUR CANDY PRESIDENT!?!? <p> *serious face.* I am Lulu N. Edwards and I approve of this message. *she cheese and gives a thumbs up.* <p> PEACE OFF!
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I know I'm not a muntent, but I really love the x men! The movie was a mazing. An the book makes me want to SHOUT! Out of all the x men I really love Rough. I mean no afence to anyone, but I think Rouh is the best! I mean all the x men are cool in all, but touching someone and geting there powers is aswome. Don't you think?