Kon Ya

Kon Ya

She flew as fast as she could. Ororo cradled Chris in her arms as if he were a child. She spotted the mansion and her loft like apartment in the attic. The window was still wide open as she left it. Good! Steadily she came near to the shiny hardwood floors yet not touching them and gently placed Chris on her king sized bed like an angel. She stared at him as she floated backwards. Goddess what a beautiful creature. Not paying attention she bumped a small tower near the door to the staircase leading down to the house knocking over a small bonsai she had nursed for years. The problem was, though the plant was small it was surrounded in a large fountain Illyana had made for Ororo before she died. The crash carried a mild loudness and which set of super sensitive X ears would hear it first Ororo could only await. The crash after all, did surprise her. She stared in awe at the water now covering the floor and the plant that could be saved had she put forth some effort to rescue it. Her feet hit the floor as softly as a cat's. She spun around with lightning speed to see if this unfortunate racket had disturbed her guest. Chris was still out cold. She sighed with relief and turned back around to find Monet St. Croix staring down her throat.

"Monet!"

Both startled they took a step back. Monet's face lit up like the brightest bulb in a series of Christmas lights. She had never seen her teacher, her idol like this before. At first glance it was the most hilarious thing, but suddenly she came to respect Ororo as much more than a teacher or a super powered heroine yet now she saw Ororo as a person. She was known throughout the house as a 'bitchy little brat with no feelings', which wasn't so much verbal as she thought, but at this particular moment in time Monet could not hide anything. She was dumbfounded, excited and relieved to find that the one mutant in the entire X house that had never been remotely romantically linked to anyone since the 80s was now coming into the light. Monet wiped her eyes. Please don't let me be dreaming.

"Storm?"

Her first instinct was to blow the child back down the stairway and mind wipe her first thing in the morning using the Shi'ar technology only she and Professor X knew about. Yet just as her pupils began to milk, she noticed the gleeful look on Monet's face.

"Is something amusing to you Miss St. Croix? I would suggest you get back to bed before you find yourself with a curfew violation."

How can she be so mean? Monet turned around and headed back down the hallway. Before she was even halfway down the steps Ororo had called to her—

"Monet! We'll talk in the morning."

Ororo said with a tap on her nose and a smile. As Monet disappeared down the hallway Ororo's face filled with a smile. Maybe she is not as bitchy as everyone makes out. Ororo shrugged and headed to the infirmary.

Ke SA

He had gained consciousness earlier the night before. What accompanied it was exhaust. Chris opened his eyes the sun shining brightly in his brown eyes. He squinted. Rolling over he realized he was not in a domestic place. He immediately rose from the large quilted blanket but was pushed back down by a violent pain in his head. He moaned in disgust. He hated being hurt, being immobile for any period of time. He looked around with only his eyes, for moving his head resulted in intense pain. From his observation he gathered that he was high in the air. Maybe in a loft or top floor apartment. The next question was whether he was a hostage or simply delirious. Maybe this is my apartment. Maybe I came home last night, cleaned up a little and dosed off to sleep. His head hurt at the thought of a lie. He wished it were true, but deep down he knew it wasn't. He lay in the bed creating scenarios for why he was where he was not bothering to sit up or scream for a little help. Finally he came to a conclusion: this is another of the guy's jokes. He tried to go over the events of the night before. I could have sworn I ditched them last night. He thought harder. A girl! There was a girl…we snuck into Swordfish and..and…A door opened somewhere. He could hear it. Footsteps getting closer. His heart raced at the thought. He hopped out of the bed and grabbed a large sword hanging from the nearby wall. He held it in ungarde position. The door directly in front of him opened. The girl! It's her. Ororo. He dropped the sword. Chris had already been a sucker for a pretty face. Whether she was a kidnapper or not she could do whatever she wanted to him; he had no objections. Chris studied her face; she was startled and carrying a tray with what looked like breakfast food on it. She nearly dropped it, but Chris reached out to help her and hit the ground himself, yet saving the food.

"Are you okay? I did not expect you to awaken this early."

Ororo said as she placed the tray on a nearby table and helped Chris back over to the bed. His eyes were as bright as they had been last night under the street lamp. She wanted so badly to embrace him, but his constant moans of pain killed the moment.

"I brought you some breakfast. I thought you would be hungry."

Ororo said covering him in the blanket. She knew she couldn't keep him here forever. Trapped in a mansion full of super heroes could drive a person crazy. Chris smiled at her. Staring directly into her large blue eyes he reached up and placed her hair behind her ear.

"Thank you."

Eddie Brock was sad. His night had been cut short thanks to an X-man and he only slaughtered one crowd. Remembering the screams his face suddenly fills with a smile as he stands over the copy machine. He looks up to notice a picture of Spider Man on the wall. I wonder where Parker is anyway. Probably out taking pictures of himself. He opens the large top to the copy machine and snatches the papers from underneath. Where the copy came out he places a small smudge of webbing with high hopes that Parker will catch the clue and come spinning to the position marked on the copied map. He had gotten it from the net after going back to the theater and finding Chris' identification to pinpoint tonight's site of excitement and brutal screams of mercy. Brock had only gone back to the theater to photograph the many fatalities he was responsible for the night before; a set for his personal collection and a set for the paper. If Parker can take pictures of his work, so can I. He immediately threw on his jacket and headed out to Chris' apartment.