John had never gotten changed so quickly in his entire life. The former X-Jet zoomed away from Genoshia at what seemed like top speed. The pyromaniac's hands clenched on the seats arm rests to the point where he thought they were going to break off. It's been awhile since he dressed in his uniform but that wasn't of any importance right now.
Amara was alive. That was all that mattered. Unfortunately, she was alive and not doing too well but he was going to change that. He was going to save her. Never again was he going to let her go, never again was he going to let her get hurt. He was going to protect her and if anyone was going to get in his way… well, let's just say they better like getting burned.
"Where exactly is she?" John suddenly asked Logan. He hadn't asked many questions when Logan told him who they were rescuing. He just got dressed and prepared himself to kill. He was going to make everyone who hurt her pay.
"She's in a secret base in Massachusetts. It's the base that Colonel William Stryker runs." Logan said keeping his eyes straight ahead.
John winced inwardly. Almost every mutant knew who Stryker was. The infamous mutant hater. He was very open about what he did to mutants. He tortured them for whatever information he needed. Hell, sometimes he'd torture them just for the 'fun' of it. And he had Amara in his grasp. He didn't even want to think about what that psychopath's done to her. "S' what's the plan?" He asked, hoping that he'd have the opportunity to get his hands on Stryker so that man would never harm another mutant again.
"Go in there and kill anyone who gets in our way." Logan replied in his usual gruff tone.
John nodded. "Sounds bloody well good to me, mate."
This was very against Charles Xavier's ways. He was a peace maker and he hoped that everyone who followed him would do the same, but in this moment John and Logan weren't looking for peace. They were on a mission to save someone that they both cared about. For John it was the love of his life and for Logan it was a girl he considered a daughter. This was not a time to follow in Charles's footsteps.
And so they silently landed the jet about a mile away from the secret headquarters. They moved quickly. They needed to get Amara out of there as soon as possible.
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Amara was stuck in darkness. She couldn't move. But she seemed to still have her hearing senses, because all she heard at the moment was pure chaos. There was screaming and shouting. Things breaking and was that her prison door being kicked open? At the moment, she didn't have the will power or strength to open her eyes.
She just wanted to sleep… and maybe never wake up again. A sleep that lasts forever sounded very tempting at the moment.
But then someone was shaking her awake. A warm hand was on her shoulder and she thought she heard the voice of an angel. So foreign… yet familiar. She was able to crack her eyes open just a little bit, and she was able to make out a blur of orange. She tried again, clearing her vision as best as she could. After a long moment she was able to figure out that it was John Allerdyce that was holding her up.
This had to be a dream. "J-John…" Her voice was barely above a whisper and even to her own ears she sounded weak and pathetic.
"Shh, luv, shh." He whispered to her soothingly. He pet down her messy hair and he held her close. "Everythin's alright now. I'm gonna take care of ya. No one's gonna hurt ya anymore."
"John." Logan interrupted, stepping closer to them. "We gotta go now before more trouble comes."
John nodded quickly. "You got it, mate." And with that he put one arm under Amara's legs and the other around her shoulders and he picked her up of the hard floor. He froze momentarily when she whimpered in pain, but time was running out and he needed to get her the hell out of here.
So he speedily followed Logan out of this hell hole. They were lucky they were able to make it to the jet without getting caught. It would have been a real bummer if they were able to get Amara only to be caught in the end.
"Logan, get this thin' off 'er neck." John demanded after a few minutes of them in the air.
Logan put the jet on autopilot and did as he was told. Usually, he would never take demands like that, but this was something he wanted to do. He wanted to get that metal contraption that turned off mutant's powers off Amara's neck right away. An adamantium claw slid out from his fist and it cut into the metal as if it were butter. Soon enough, the thing was off the Nova Roman princess's thin neck. Then he inspected it in case there was a tracking devise on it.
Of course, there was one. He took it out and destroyed it.
John held the beaten Amara in his arms closely. She wasn't in good shape. She was shivering with pain and he was trying to give her as much of his body heat as he could. Soon enough she'd be able to warm herself with her magma powers, but that anti-mutant collar had been on her for a long amount of time. Never. Never would he let this happen again. He promised himself from here on out, he was going to protect her with his life.
He placed small kisses on her head and whispered soothingly in her ear.
He blamed himself for this. She would have been safe if he hadn't been so selfish. They would have still been together and she never would have been taken by William Stryker.
Logan was back to controlling the jet. They would be back in Genoshia in an hour or so, maybe less… the X-jet could really book it. John pet Amara's hair in a soothing manner.
"Logan…" John said, looking over to the older man but never stopping with Amara's hair. Logan made a noise indicating for John to continue. "Why'd ya choose me te come 'elp save 'er?"
The Wolverine stayed silent for what seemed like an eternity. "Cause… I thought that you'd be the most helpful on this mission."
John was confused. After he broke things off with Amara, Logan sought him out and threatened to tear out his organs if he ever stepped within ten feet of her again. Yeah… that had not been a good day for the pyromaniac. "Ye made it very clear tha' ye didn't want me near 'er anymore."
"These are different times, John. She needs you… and it's obvious that you need her too." Logan stated in a softer tone. The other man shot him a confused look. "I can see that you still love her. Like when you watch the news religiously in case they mention her name or when you make those weird little fire people shaped like her."
A deep blush burned John's cheeks. He couldn't believe he was that obvious… well, the Wolverine was very observant so maybe he wasn't so obvious to other people. Nonetheless, Logan was right. John did need her; he always had. It's just at that time he thought that he belonged somewhere else and that she deserved better. He never would have thought that decision would make them need each other even more. He couldn't live without her and he was a fool for ever even trying to.
Finally, the jet landed on Genoshia. Amara completely passed out during the ride so John had to carry her to the hospital wing (he was going to either way). When he arrived and Hank saw who he was carrying the blue man gasped. "My God, what's happened to her?" He asked, motioning for John to put her on one of the beds, to which he immediately complied.
"She was tortured." John stated solemnly as he brushed some hair away from her face.
No one knew of this mission. It had been a secret. Logan had just wanted it to be him and John to do this. It had to be a mission where people had to die and that wouldn't have been possible if Scott or the professor knew about it.
"By whom?" Hank asked while inspecting Amara's injuries.
"By William Stryker." Logan said suddenly walking into the room. He had stayed back a moment to speak to his wife, Ororo, who walked in right after him.
"Oh my…" Hank whispered, momentarily stopping what he was doing with Amara.
"What's the diagnosis, doc?" Logan asked walking up to the blue doctor.
"Well, I have to do further examining, but for now I'd say that she has at least one or two broken ribs, many severe bruises, and from the stories I've heard about Stryker she may have been whipped." Hank said somberly.
John felt his heart drop. Hank just told them what he saw on the outside, he didn't even want to know about the internal injuries.
"Were you able to get Stryker?" Ororo asked holding back tears. She was stronger than this.
Logan shook his head regrettably. "No… he got away."
Ororo put her hand on her husband's shoulder and John looked away from the devoted couple. He took Amara's limp hand into his. It felt so cold compared to her usual heat. She'd always had a hotter temperature than other's because of her powers. His other hand lifted to cup her bruised face. How did it all come down to this?
"John," Hank said putting his large hand on his shoulder. "You have to wait outside. I need to work on her."
He stood there a moment longer. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to be at her side always. But he reluctantly let go of her and left so Hank could fix her.
A/N: Okay, for some odd reason, Fanfiction is being a litte stupid. I have this story set under the characters of Magma/Amara Aquilla and Pyro but it's not showing that on the stories list. When I go back to edit that it says that it is marked under those characters. I even tried finding this story in the X-men Evolution section but I didn't see it. I don't know if this is just my computer or if Fanfiction is acting up. -sad face-
Oh, and sorry this is a short chapter.
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