Greer drove the car into the garage and parked it with a sigh of relief. Although the weekend at her mom's had been enjoyable, she was glad to be back. After her last adventure in New York, she had little difficulty convincing the professor that driving was a safer option.
As she stepped out of the car, anyone watching would have seen a tall, willowy twenty-year-old, with long raven black hair reaching to her waist. Dressed in a pair of faded torn jeans, a black tank and low slung red top, she was truly beautiful. However, reaching for her cat pendant on a necklace she always wore, her image fuzzed and was replaced with something else entirely. Standing 5"11, she remained willowy, but lean muscle filled out her frame. Of course, this would not be the biggest change one would notice. Covered in dark orange fur, with two stripes on each cheek, and a long tail twitching behind her, the true Greer emerged. While her clothes remained, underneath she was dressed in a tight black leotard, covering her upper thighs and with slits on each side for movement, along with arm singlets covering her arms.
Greer was still beautiful, but she could not help almost instinctively avoiding seeing her reflection in the car windows or mirror, her pointed ears dropping flat to head. Shifting her green slitted eyes, she flashed her sharp canines and almost purred in delight at seeing Logan's bike resting in its usual spot. He had been out on one of his "solo missions" and having him back always brought a sense of security to Greer. Logan always had reminded her of her father. Unless they were training together, in which case, a sense of security was far from the truth.
Greer had just walked through the front door of the mansion when things happened very fast. First, she smelled an unfamiliar scent that immediately brought her hackles up and her senses scanning for danger...because mixed with that unfamiliar smell was one she did recognize - the metallic tang of blood. That led to number two, spotting Jean and Scott laid out at the bottom of the stairs; strange metallic discs on their foreheads. Before she could even run to check on them, she heard the unmistakable battle cry of Wolverine and a what she swore was a roar of what could be nothing else than one pissed off cat.
Greer gave Scott and Jean a once over and aside from being unconscious, they seemed to be fine. Greer ran up the stairs and found the rest of the house similarly disabled. But the smell of blood drew her over to the still body of Kitty.
"Oh shit. Oh shit." Greer saw that unlike the others, Kitty was not disabled from a disk, but from some strange knife-like device lodged in her side. Greer wasn't even sure how that was possible. Why hadn't Kitty just phased through it? Greer noted that the knife's placement seemed to have avoided any major organs or arteries but the amount of blood coming from the wound was serious enough.
"Kitty? Kitty please be alright." Greer kept talking as she ripped her shirt and wrapped around the knife in an attempt to staunch the bleeding. Looking around she just couldn't believe what she was seeing. What the hell happened?
Greer swore she only recognized one unfamiliar scent, but how could one person have done all this? Greer's attention was drawn dawn the hall towards Logan's room at the sound of another roar and the sound of braking glass. Whoever had done this was still here and was going after Logan. Greer squeeezd Kitty's arm as she thought as calmly and 'loudly' as she could, just as the Jean had taught her.
Professor! I hope you can hear this wherever you are, we need you back at the mansion. Now! We're under attack!
Greer hoped that was enough as she broke into a sprint down the hall.
"Think you're the first one to try offing me while I slept? Bub, you just made the last mistake of your life. If you hurt any of those kids out there, I'm gonna take your god-damn head off."
He had dispatched the mutants with relative ease, using the disabling disks on the mutants and the power dampner on Shadowcat. Honestly, he had expected better. But he had made one serious mistake. He had underestimated the Wolverine. When he had finally made it to the room, he had found Wolverine in what appeared to be the drunken stupor he had expected. Now he was gripping his side, three deep gauges resting underneath his paw. They would heal in time, but time was not something you had against the Wolverine.
In a rage, Wolverine charged but years of combat training do not make one an easy target. Slipping beneath Wolverine's berserk lunges and slashes, he unsheathed his own claws and returned in kind. Soon, they were both bleeding, neither one seemingly concerned with the amount of blood pouring on the floor.
"You're good. Whoever trained you knew what they were doing. But that's not gonna' save -" He lunged, gambling on now the Wolverine's confidence and was rewarded. Locking his claws under his ribcage, he spun and tossed the Wolverine through a window and heard the welcomed thud of him making contact with the ground below. Quickly balancing on the ledge, he was about to leap after his prey when that same damn smell suddenly burst into the room. Turning his head he made eye contact with iris's so much like his own, filled with a fury he similarly recognized. It was the mutant from the picture.
Greer's eyes could see clearly through the darkness that filled what had once been Logan's room. Now, broken furniture, torn up walls and way too much blood, decorated the room and it's walls. But none of that processed because what she saw balanced on the window's ledge had her full attention.
He was massive. She could tell he was easily a head taller than her 5"11 frame and seemingly twice as broad. His coat was the darkest black she had ever seen, his chest and stomach a slightly grayer shade. His feline head was covered in a thicker coat, making almost a mane over his neck and back. He wore what looked like the close shorts favored by MMA fighters. Each hand and foot, wrapped in some-kind of straps of leather or cloth, and were tipped with, from the way they cut into the wood, claws equally lethal to her own. Lethal, that was the most apt description. No inch was wasted, coiled muscle, huge traps, defined abs and tendons clearly showed, even in the moonlight. But it was the eyes, gold to her green but still so similar to her own, that she locked onto.
"I don't care how big you think you are, you come into my home, you attack MY family, and I'm putting you down." And with that, Greer lunged...and found herself staring up at the night sky.
The invader had executed a move almost too fast for even her to see: he had leaned out of the window and with one clawed foot had flipped both himself and Greer out the window and while still locked on had landed with Greer squarely on her back. Greer had never landed on her back before...at least not for a couple years, and he was still on top of her. She could feel his massive weight crushing her. He lowered his face to within inches of her own, his teeth clearly visible. She had never seen such an intense look as he bored into her eyes, one hand on her neck. Not choking her, but making movement a real problem. She quickly used her free hand and attempted to claw his face. That was caught by his remaining hand and slammed back to the ground, pinned above her let loose a growl of frustration.
What was he waiting for? Why didn't he just tear her throat out? "JUST DO IT ALREADY!" she roared.
"What are you..." It was as if he had trouble speaking, so quiet and rumbled was the speech. But before she could even react, he was off her as Logan's blades stopped inches from Greer's eyes, right where his head had been. She quickly returned to her feet and into a defensive position next to the recovering Logan and prepared for the next attack. But Greer couldn't help but think back to the house. If no one else had followed her outside, that meant everyone else was down. Greer had been certain that everyone was still alive but now, looking at whoever - or whatever - this thing was, she wasn't so sure...
"Keep focused Tigger, "Logan grumbled, "This one aint goin' down quick." Trust Logan to know what to say in a fight.
"The two of us? What chance does this loser have?" Greer said attempting to assure Logan she was ready for what came next.
It was at that point that things got a lot worse.
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