Victor knew something was wrong before his brain even registered the pounding on the front door of their two story cottage. His eyes snapped open as he ears registered the soft breathing beside him. He gently shook his weather witch from her slumber and covered her mouth as she woke with a start.
"Get dressed and go out the back door. They're here." He growled in her ear as he rolled to the floor with grace only a cat could possess. She looked at surprised before springing into action throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. When she turned around to ask him what he was about to do he was already gone.
"Victor!" she said in a hushed whisper only seconds before she heard him growl as the door opened. She couldn't make out what was being said but she had an idea when she heard a man scream and then gurgle. She ran out of the room skidding to a stop as she heard gunshots being fired and dived out of the way just as a bullet pierced the wall behind her.
"Ro get the fuck out of here!" He was ducking on the other side of the door as more bullets splintered the wood around him and sent glass from the windows like shrapnel out over the living room. Blood coursed down his chest from a bullet hole right above his heart. She crawled toward him making sure to stay as low as possible to avoid being shot. He'd heal, she wouldn't.
"I'm not leaving without you damnit!" she said as she reached him. He grabbed her pulling her to his chest as the gunfire suddenly stopped. She listened to his racing heartbeat and tried to calm herself for what she was about to do. She looked at him for just a brief moment and he nodded in understanding as their eyes met and he held her gaze.
"Do it." Was the only words he spoke as her eyes bled to white and lost all color. Outside the wind picked up tremendously and dark clouds formed overhead. Lightening lit the pitch black sky with bright flashes of light and then hail began to rain down the size of grapefruits. He heard the officers outside began to scream and try to take cover and then the noise of freight trains deafened him.
Logan slowly nursed his bottle of beer at the bar that looked like it had seen better days, much like him. The tv set in the corner of the bar that had originally been on a hockey game was now showing a breaking news headline which stated the round up of mutants had begun. He ignored it with a shake of his head as he chewed on the end of his stogie. His mind was elsewhere at the moment. What had driven her into his arms? What had possessed her to go to Creed of all people? He growled softly as a woman sidled up to him with a smile on her face.
"Hey there," She said coyly with a smile that made him want to punch her in the face. "wanna buy me a drink sweetie?" her fingernails traced over the muscles in his arms. He looked at them then back to her face. The color of mocha and a platinum blonde wig that almost looked white. He looked away from her with a snarl.
"No, go away." He downed his beer slamming the bottle back on the table. He turned around having every intention of leaving but something in his mind told him not to. With a sigh, he looked back up at the woman and shook his head. "What do I get for it?" A smile played on her full lips.
"I'll make it worth your while if the price is right." She rested a hand on his chest as she sat down next to him and crossed her long legs. He looked over at the bartender and signaled for him to come over. "Whiskey sour." She was no Ororo but at least for one night, he could pretend.
Ro came back to herself with a start when the deafening roar of the tornado finally died away. Victor was holding her tightly to his chest looking down at her with a worried expression on his face. "Y'alright?" he asked his hand going to her cheek. She nodded unable to speak just yet. It felt as if she had swallowed the entirety of a desert. Her eyes immediately went to his chest which was now caked with drying blood and wood splinters. She touched the place from which she had seen him bleeding but found the skin smooth and unflawed.
"Victor, we have to leave here," she said looking up into his amber colored eyes. "They'll be back and with more people than we can handle. They'll catch us and probably kill us now." Her eyes didn't leave his until he closed his taking in a deep breath. The air was filled with the stench of blood, death, and shit from the cop whose throat he had torn out. Finally, he opened his eyes with a growl. They were being forced to leave their home that they had shared for two years together.
"Ro, look I know where you're coming from but-"he started to say but she hushed him with a kiss that was long and lingering.
"Victor, I don't want to lose you and if we stay that's exactly what's going to happen. We have to leave." He pulled her tighter to his chest forcing her head against his chest. Her eyes closed as she listened to his heartbeat.
"Long as this is beating; you aren't going to lose me," He said placing a kiss on the top of her head. He knew she was right he was just too proud to admit it. "Go get packed. Pack only what we'll need." He helped her stand and then rose himself taking a moment to look out at the damage the twister had done. The yard and driveway were completely destroyed with asphalt torn up by the wind and bodies, well pieces of bodies anyway, lay buried underneath twisted metal that were once police cruisers.
"Where are we going to go?" she asked as she turned away from the window at his side. Her mind was numb with shock at the damage she had done but a part of her was thrilled. She felt alive with energy as adrenaline coursed through her veins. He brought that side out of her and she loved him all the more for it. She'd never felt this way with Logan.
"Canada," was all he said before he walked down the hall to their bedroom to begin packing. "You might want to pack some winter gear while you're at it, it's going to be cold."