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Chapter 2: A Boy Popsicle

Jean reached for the door and pulled it open; one of the kids ran forward to hold the door. Jean helped by two kids, got out of the building safely, followed by Storm and Kurt who were still helping the professor. The rest of the young mutants and Scott, who was dragging Wolverine, followed close behind.

"What do we do now, professor?" ask a little girl as she looked back at Scott who was still dragging Wolverine.

"Well, Aqua, We need to get to the jet and from there we can get safely back to the manor." Storm said.

Just then the trees started to move back and forth, snow was thrown about into what could have passed as a blizzard, and slowly, yet treacherously the nose of the mutant jet hovered into view, rocking back and forth. All the mutants backed up, scared of what would happen if the jet were to land on them. Yet they were all even more petrified of what would happen, if Stryker or a government agent were to be controlling the plane. The jet suddenly plummeted like a wounded bird out of the sky on a direct course to the ground, and just before it hit……………… the jet was pulled out just in time, to touch down perfectly. They all let out a sight of relief even though the mutants knew that the worst may still yet come. The air in their throats caught as the hatch to the jet opened, all the mutants wondered; who was it that had operated the jet, was there only one person or a whole army? There now was a set of legs… no two sets of legs… let me clarify, FOUR sets of legs, walking slowly down the ramp. Now you could see the four people from the waist down, two girls, two boys. Now from the shoulders, the suspense was killing the mutants. Were these friend or foe? Then finally they saw who the four people were. All the mutants who were prior to this moment immobilized fell to the ground in relief. Bobby, Rouge, John and Kitty looked down from the ramp to their teachers and fellow students.

"What happened to you guys?" questioned Rouge as eyes glanced around until they landed on Wolverine, "Oh-my god! Wolverine! What happened to him?" she ran over to where Wolverine laid on the ground.

"The old guy took a chunk of ceiling to the head, nothing major. Once his healing factor sets in that is." Scott replied as he wiped his brow with the back of his hand.

"A chunk of the ceiling? What happened in there?" inquired kitty.

"Sorry guys hate to break up the reunion but can we talk about this on the way home? We are sitting by a dam that is about ready to crumble, if we don't move quickly we will all be under water." Jean said.

"Jean's right, the dam is about ready to give way. We should get into the jet." Storm said. "Kurt can you teleport yourself and the professor into the jet?"

"Yes." Said Kurt as he wrapped his arms around the professor and disappeared in a cloud of navy-black smoke.

"Scott and Bobby can you get Wolverine into the jet?" questioned storm. "Aqua, Misty can you help jean into the jet?"

"Sure." Both Scott and Bobby replied as they each grasped a hand and dragged Wolverine easily up the ramp and in to the jet.

Aqua and Misty helped Jean into the jet, now there was just Storm and a few of the other mutants left to get on. "Let's get on the jet, and go home." Storm said to the rest as she walked towards the ramp.

Everyone fallowed close behind. John/Pyro looks back for one last look at Alkali Lake, when he notices a black bump in the snow about a hundred yards from the door. Curiosity got the better of him and he found himself walking closer towards the bump.

Storm looked around to make sure everyone one was in the jet, one… two… five… ten… fourteen…fourteen "wait, where is John?" asked Storm looking around frantically.

"There he is, walking toward the building over there." Kitty Pointed.

"Maybe he had to go to the bathroom." Smirked Bobby.

"I don't care if he had to go to the bathroom or not. If we don't get out of here soon, we may never get out. I'll be right back, you guys start the jet, I'll get John." Scott said as he set off at a sprint towards Pyro.

John was getting closer and closer to the bump. The bump in turn was getting bigger and bigger.

"John! What are you doing? We have to get out of here." Scott inquired as he whirled john to face him.

"Scott, it's a person in the snow. I think it's a kid, we have to help it." John said pointing to the bump that looked more like a person that a snow bank.

Scott walked over to check it out; sure enough there was a young boy of about sixteen years of age lying, barley breathing, in the snow. "John, help me drag the kid back to the jet. Better yet I'll drag you warm the guy up, slowly that is." Scott dug out the boy's hands that felt more like ice cubes then mutant hands and grabbed hold. He then slowly pulled the boy closer to the jet, as a soft fire hovered right above the boy.

"We're almost there, Scott." John replied.

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Sorry for such short chapters.

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