Here I came! With the second and penultimate chapter of this little story. :)
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR THEIR STORIES, THEY BELONG TO MARVEL COMICS AND THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS! : '(
I DO THIS JUST FOR FUN AND NOT FOR COMMERCIAL REASONS OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT…
Chapter two: I know you
Gambit's hand reached his pocket and was ready to throw a card to the winged man, but stopped when Storm put her hand on his. She stepped aside to allow Warren see her, and walked towards him.
"In fact, I've seen it for a long time." Ororo said, not even caring that what was supposed to be a seductive tone hadn't turned out exactly like that. It was seductive, yes, but for those who knew her, there was still something missing. Into a mix of witted, captivating tone, there was still a lack of – well, her. As there was in her eyes. Ororo through all that time had kept a blank gaze, no mattering what she'd said or heard. Her expression had flinched just mere seconds, time where it had been barely reflected on her voice. Those were some little details Warren seemed not to notice, but the other man on the room certainly did.
"Ororo?...What are you doing here?" Warren anyway was too shocked to even process anything. All he could manage to do was to articulate an obvious question.
"Oh, now that's a question I was hoping we could both answer."
She unconsciously flirted with Warren, which, as thought, was yielding results, noticing he was too overwhelmed that it seemed he'd forgotten the matter at hand. So thanks to her agile reflexes, she avoided right in time the kinetic charged card directed towards the winged man, who, by being still too shocked – or slow, was left unconscious on the floor. Apparently, Gambit had taken hint of her strategy.
She raised an eyebrow at him but dropped it immediately. She was about to go when she was, once more, interrupted by Remy's voice.
"Som' new skills, I see."
Her expression remained blank, even though she felt a little headache every time he spoke. With his last statement, a fugacious short circuit, restart feeling crossed her mind–
"No, you just were not a watcher back then." She spoke, filling her reply with her own, usual tonality, if not more mocking. –and as fast as it had come, it disappeared. She blinked hard and then exited the room by the most recent passage out added to the place, courtesy of Gambit. He just grinned.
Gambit soon followed her, but since he was running, and she was flying, it was kind of hard. He couldn't reach her so he opted for other measures.
He had noticed the way she behaved in a different way that a person who was not in control of itself should. He guessed she'd been able to spoke to him – though without that something that made her voice so exquisite– because Mesmero's control over her had been weaker then, which could've been caused by Remy's static presence or by his presence alone. He liked more the latter though, it feed his ego. And adding to that conjecture, all of it could have caused her own natural electric barriers against any kind of telepath related activities get stronger and therefore, weaken Mesmero's control.
According with that–his recent guess, he just had to make her strengthen her mental and psychic barriers. The problem was how, but he decided to improvise. If that didn't work, he would still have a card under his sleeve.
While he was running, Gambit took his bo-staff and fixated it on the ground. He rested his weight on it as he passed above the fence with ease. As soon as his feet were on the ground, he called for her.
"Bored already of de comp'ny?" He said smirking. She just remained expressionless, not daring to acknowledge him. "C'mon, Stormy, I know y', y've always been way too stubborn t' ever let someone take over y', gonna start now?" He probed, hoping it would somehow help her regain herself.
Before landing, she seemed to freeze by a little moment and then touched the ground. A hooded form emerged from the trees' shadows and Storm walked towards him robotically, he stretched a hand and waited for the emerald object to finally in his power, what didn't happen because of the light burst of wind that caught their attention. They looked up to find the winged, shirtless man above, ready to go for them. Mesmero immediately used his power to knock Angel out and this fell to the ground unconscious.
However, at feeling a sudden heavy atmosphere around them all, he decided he couldn't take the risk. Mesmero quickly start making his way out of there, knowing perfectly that the fact that the fence's bars weren't in their place as they followed the orders of the man who was descended in his usual, imposing way, with his arms tossed apart, his expressionless face and his penetrating gaze was no good sign at all.
At being everything so swift, Mesmero didn't notice in time the coming steel bars that circled him into a small and very special jail. Magneto glanced at Storm, and raised an eyebrow after glancing at the article in her hand. He rapidly peeped at her face and then landed facing the brown hooded man.
"Whoever you are, you've got courage. Dare using an X-Man, a powerful one, to do the stealing?"
Mesmero tried in vain to knock Magneto out too, but found his efforts useless.
"Don't bother. Your psychic powers do not affect me."
Mesmero was a little desperate, but he kept calm knowing he still had another card to play. He acceded to his other resource, and turned his head to look at the beautiful, white haired woman, ordering her mentally to release him. Not as immediately as he would've preferred, and after a slight head shake, Storm's hands held little lightning bolds ready to become not so little as she threaten silently Magneto by apparently aiming her attack towards him.
However, Magneto had supposed Mesmero would do that, and even if he hadn't, Magneto caught sight of the power floating and coursing over Storm's hands. He quickly tightened his invisible grip over the steel bars and twisted them so Mesmero would be tied and locked up by that little jail.
"Relive your mental hold over her," He said, keeping his voice tone steady. Storm was ready to attack him, when he decided to raise it. "Now." He said, mixing into his tone the strength of his command and the discomfort he felt at the risk of being put into a fight against a powerful and reinless mutant.
After groaning an 'All right', Mesmero did as he was commanded, finding out something very surprising. She was already out of his mental hold. And yet, she managed to do an impeccable playing, because she shook her head again, this time less slightly, blinked and let her face show the confusion that there was on her mind.
Magneto centered now his full attention on Mesmero as he allowed himself to relax. "And as for this relique," He returned the bars to their original shape and use the imperceptible metallic parts of said object to pull it until it was on his hand "let's find out if it was really worth it."
He lifted himself of the ground once again as he glanced at Gambit by the corner of his eye. He decided he could give the former friends –and who knows what else– a little moment. Through his gaze, he allowed Gambit to stay a little. Taking Mesmero with him up in the air –by using too the metallic bits on the cement street's piece, he left.
Now braced by a clear atmosphere, in all meanings, Ororo and Remy were left on the ground staring at each other.
What do you think?
…you know, if I happen to have enough time and less laziness, I'm planning on doing other fics like this one. The sort of remake that gets the OreO Friendship/Relationship into the Evo Series. So, yeah, it would be like my own Evo series. Centered of course on my beloved Ororo and Remy! *¬*
I so love them.
Review. Read ya next chap…
