((sry it took so long had lots of homework))
Chapter 2: Faint Cries
The rain began falling with a few drops but soon it was pouring. Nicki sat under a leafless dead tree as the drops continually fell onto her. The sky was darkened but she did not know where to go. She couldn't go home, she couldn't endanger anyone, and the only place left was under this tree. As much as she hated spending her time outdoors, Nicki knew that the tree may very well be her home for the next while. The ground began to feel very soggy, and her dark hair (very much like Logan's) was plastered against her forehead with rain. Nicki sighed unhappily, for she was very frightful of her new abilities.
* * * There was a storm coming, Logan could sense it, and that is why he decided not to go sniff his daughter out, because her scent would be washed away. He boarded into the car along with his wife just as it began to pour. Jean was still sobbing quietly but said nothing. Logan knew Nicki would be alright, but had nothing to back up his thoughts. Jean was someone that needed proof of something before she could believe it.
"Hey babe, it's gonna be alright."
"Hmm" Jean replied closing her eyes. A storm was raging outside, and she could imagine her child sitting underneath a tree, trying to get away from the rain. Jean looked at her husband, who was driving. He showed little worry and looked very determined. She could not understand, how could he be so calm?
"Logan, honey, how do you know we're going to find her?"
"Because I'll never stop looking babe, I'll never stop." Jean smiled at her husband's comment; he was always the stubborn one. She closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep since she knew she wasn't going to get any tonight. Logan took a split second to look at his stunning wife, who was fast asleep. It was going to be a long drive to the mansion.
* * *
The rain kept pouring on relentlessly as if it had no care in the word. Puddles were forming and Nicki was soaked through. She was cold and shivering and huddle at the base of the leafless tree. I can't go back Nicki though to herself they'd hate me, they'd kick me out anyway. A rumble from the heavens masked the cry of a boy. But soon after, she heard a faint screaming voice, she could barely hear it. Nicki knew there was a creek nearby, but never dared to go near it during a storm, but it was unmistakably a voice. She had to find out. Nicki ran out into the rain, the drops splashing everywhere as she tried to figure out where she was. She could hear the creek, and ran to the source of the noise. Mud splashed onto her pants and the howling wind forced more droplets to fall into her face. The creek, it was overflowing but Nicki was sure someone was there. She could hear the faint screaming and quickly ran to the river bank. Water was everywhere, overflowing and flooding onto the ground, she could now hear the screams more clearly.
"Help!"
"Hello? Where are you?"
"Help!" Nicki's eyes frantically searched her surroundings. She couldn't see the boy, or whoever it was. She began to run upstream hoping to catch a glance of whomever it was that needed aid. A boy, not much older than herself was in the water, hanging onto a rock.
"Hang on!" she cried, hoping she was heard over the storm. There was red water around the boy, and Nicki assumed he was hurt. But what could she do? The river was flowing too fast but there wouldn't be time for help. Nicki did not know how long the boy was bleeding and for she knew, he could go unconscious any minute. There was no choice, time was running out, the boy stopped screaming and looked very drowsy.
"I'm coming stay awake!" Nicki stepped into the water. She could feel the rushing water pushing against her legs but took another step forward. The boy was at least another five feet away from her, and she would probably be washed away once she reached 3 feet or so. A plan hatched in Nicki's head. She quickly stepped out of the water and moved further upstream. If the river kept moving at this speed, Nicki could probably use the water's rushing force to guide her to the boy. The water was more powerful than Nicki thought once she jumped in. She barely had time to change directions when she was within meters of the boy. Trying to recall her first aid training, Nicki luckily was able to swim over to the rock.
"Help me," the boy muttered before he felt limp and slumped into the water. Nicki grabbed hold of the rock and pulled the boy up. He was heavy and Nicki found it quite difficult to pull him up with one arm. After she had secured her hold on him, another problem soon arose. How were they going to get back to shore? Nicki knew there were rapids soon after the normally calm flowing creek and the rapids were probably the most dangerous at this moment. The boy's blood began to flow freely and Nicki knew why he was going unconscious. He had several large gashes on his arms and head. Nicki couldn't touch the bottom with her feet, but soon found if she put her head slightly below the water she could. The rock started to loosen, probably from the strength of the water's rushing force. Nicki was soon forced to swim for the bank as best she could. It kept pushing her onward, and carrying the boy did not help either. With a little help dunking her head in the water and touching the muddy bottom, Nicki eventually made it to the bank, at least 15 meters away from the spot she had intended to go. From the prime spot Nicki had gotten to shore, she could see the rapids not too far down, along with the jagged rocks that littered the area.
* * *
"Jeannie, babe, we're here" Logan said as he pulled up by the mansion. Jean lifted her head slightly and was greeted by the large mass that loomed over her, the mansion. The two lovers entered, only to be greeted by distinctly quiet hallways.
"Hello" Logan called out, as if he was expecting a greeting service to be put in place. Jean slapped him on the arm playfully and reminded him that classes were held in the enormous mansion. But soon there was a burst of noise as students were doing rotary and were headed off to their next class. Storm walked down the staircase and greeted the two.
"Jean! How are you?" she cried running over to hug her friend, "it has been so long! Oh and hello Logan!" Logan gave a small smile as Jean and Storm engaged in a conversation.
"Did you bring your daughter? Is she here?" Storm asked with excitement only to be responded by a face of disparity from Jean.
"It was kinda the reason we came, err you see she's kinda lost" Logan said quietly, hoping no on else who hear their moment as failed parents.
"What happened?"
"She's missing and I can't track her in this weather, her scent's probably washed away."
"Well, go see the professor already." Storm led the two up to the familiar door that led to Xavier's private office. She knocked the door quietly and then opened the wooden door.
"Logan and Jean want to see you sir," she said, the professor nodding and wheeling himself around from the window and to the desk. The two walked in slowly and Storm closed the door and was off to teach her next class.
"What is wrong my friends?"
"My kid, she's missing, help us find her."
"Do you know why she is missing?"
"Logan and I think she acquired her mutant abilities, but seeing as we never told her we were mutants, she is afraid." Xavier nodded with understanding; he knew what was happening even without the help of his telepathic abilities.
"We shall use Cerebro."
* * *
The boy's cuts were still bleeding profusely and Nicki didn't have anything to stop it. She ripped her sleeve of and tied it as best she could around the boy's bleeding arm. He needed help and fast. But the chance of her carrying someone her size across a field and to help was pretty slim. Dragging him couldn't be much help because it would just cause him to have more cuts and bruises. With her other sleeve ripped off, Nicki tied it around his arm again, hoping to add more pressure. She then lifted his arm up, hoping that less blood would flow to the boy's arms and possibly slow his bleeding. Nicki was cold and shivering and she knew that it wouldn't be long until the boy bled to death. She was going to risk it; she was going to try to carry the boy. Nicki did a firefighter carry but the boy immediately started weighing her down. He was heavy but he needed help and fast. Nicki walked fairly fast, for someone carrying a teenage boy on he shoulders. This was going to be an exceptionally long walk.
* * *
"She is by the creek not too far from your home," said Xavier his mind connected with Nicki's "but she is struggling physically as well as emotionally." Logan listened to the professor's words intently, but spoke up after her location was revealed.
"Jean, stay here babe, I'm going after her" he said as he began to head for the door. Jean stopped him, and grabbed his arm.
"Logan, I want to come" her eyes were pleading against his determined dark eyes, ones which were very similar to Nicki's.
"No, I couldn't bear it if you were hurt too," Logan said firmly, resisting the temptation from his wife's eyes.
"Please."
"Babe, I don't want you hurt. Plus if you're worried about me, I've got a healing ability remember?" Jean took a moment to look at his eyes, as if she was mesmerized by them by nodded. She couldn't win this fight, there was no way he was going to let her go.
"Hey Prof, I need the jet."
"Take Scott with you then Logan!" A groan was heard from Logan was he walked out the door. He couldn't believe the professor would stick the priss Summers in the same jet with him. But Logan could barely operate the thing anyway, and interrupted Scott's class.
* * *
It had felt like forever since Nicki had the boy on her back. He was weighing her down and he was starting to get extremely heavy. But Nicki could see the neighborhood lights not too far off and willed herself to keep going. She was going to make it, she was going to save this boy. But she saw two figures in the distance, she didn't know who they were and stopped. They looked somewhat on the shady side, but she couldn't see them that well. As the two figures drew closer, Nicki could recognize one was her dad, and some other guy was behind him. She tried to run towards them, but the boy weighed her down, once again.
"Kid you alright? You got blood all over ya" Logan asked frantically, looking at his bloodstained daughter. She was dripping wet and her sleeves were torn off.
"Who's the boy?"
"He's hurt, and I saved him from the creek but he lost a lot of blood already." Scott stepped up and inspected the boy's wounds.
"Scott Summers, and these cuts look bad, we better bring him back to the mansion too."
"Scott Summers? Aren't you the guy who lends my dad the bike I have to fix all the time? What do you do with it, crash it in the tree? Logan gave her the signal to stop talking but it was too late.
"I was wondering why the bike seems newer every time you return it Logan" Scott said, as he took the unconscious boy into his arms and the three began to walk towards the blackbird.
"How come you guys dress funny?"
"It's a long story kid, I'll tell you when we get home, your mom's worried sick."
Bliz: some of your questions were answered here and the rest will be answered in the next chapter =D
Chapter 2: Faint Cries
The rain began falling with a few drops but soon it was pouring. Nicki sat under a leafless dead tree as the drops continually fell onto her. The sky was darkened but she did not know where to go. She couldn't go home, she couldn't endanger anyone, and the only place left was under this tree. As much as she hated spending her time outdoors, Nicki knew that the tree may very well be her home for the next while. The ground began to feel very soggy, and her dark hair (very much like Logan's) was plastered against her forehead with rain. Nicki sighed unhappily, for she was very frightful of her new abilities.
* * * There was a storm coming, Logan could sense it, and that is why he decided not to go sniff his daughter out, because her scent would be washed away. He boarded into the car along with his wife just as it began to pour. Jean was still sobbing quietly but said nothing. Logan knew Nicki would be alright, but had nothing to back up his thoughts. Jean was someone that needed proof of something before she could believe it.
"Hey babe, it's gonna be alright."
"Hmm" Jean replied closing her eyes. A storm was raging outside, and she could imagine her child sitting underneath a tree, trying to get away from the rain. Jean looked at her husband, who was driving. He showed little worry and looked very determined. She could not understand, how could he be so calm?
"Logan, honey, how do you know we're going to find her?"
"Because I'll never stop looking babe, I'll never stop." Jean smiled at her husband's comment; he was always the stubborn one. She closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep since she knew she wasn't going to get any tonight. Logan took a split second to look at his stunning wife, who was fast asleep. It was going to be a long drive to the mansion.
* * *
The rain kept pouring on relentlessly as if it had no care in the word. Puddles were forming and Nicki was soaked through. She was cold and shivering and huddle at the base of the leafless tree. I can't go back Nicki though to herself they'd hate me, they'd kick me out anyway. A rumble from the heavens masked the cry of a boy. But soon after, she heard a faint screaming voice, she could barely hear it. Nicki knew there was a creek nearby, but never dared to go near it during a storm, but it was unmistakably a voice. She had to find out. Nicki ran out into the rain, the drops splashing everywhere as she tried to figure out where she was. She could hear the creek, and ran to the source of the noise. Mud splashed onto her pants and the howling wind forced more droplets to fall into her face. The creek, it was overflowing but Nicki was sure someone was there. She could hear the faint screaming and quickly ran to the river bank. Water was everywhere, overflowing and flooding onto the ground, she could now hear the screams more clearly.
"Help!"
"Hello? Where are you?"
"Help!" Nicki's eyes frantically searched her surroundings. She couldn't see the boy, or whoever it was. She began to run upstream hoping to catch a glance of whomever it was that needed aid. A boy, not much older than herself was in the water, hanging onto a rock.
"Hang on!" she cried, hoping she was heard over the storm. There was red water around the boy, and Nicki assumed he was hurt. But what could she do? The river was flowing too fast but there wouldn't be time for help. Nicki did not know how long the boy was bleeding and for she knew, he could go unconscious any minute. There was no choice, time was running out, the boy stopped screaming and looked very drowsy.
"I'm coming stay awake!" Nicki stepped into the water. She could feel the rushing water pushing against her legs but took another step forward. The boy was at least another five feet away from her, and she would probably be washed away once she reached 3 feet or so. A plan hatched in Nicki's head. She quickly stepped out of the water and moved further upstream. If the river kept moving at this speed, Nicki could probably use the water's rushing force to guide her to the boy. The water was more powerful than Nicki thought once she jumped in. She barely had time to change directions when she was within meters of the boy. Trying to recall her first aid training, Nicki luckily was able to swim over to the rock.
"Help me," the boy muttered before he felt limp and slumped into the water. Nicki grabbed hold of the rock and pulled the boy up. He was heavy and Nicki found it quite difficult to pull him up with one arm. After she had secured her hold on him, another problem soon arose. How were they going to get back to shore? Nicki knew there were rapids soon after the normally calm flowing creek and the rapids were probably the most dangerous at this moment. The boy's blood began to flow freely and Nicki knew why he was going unconscious. He had several large gashes on his arms and head. Nicki couldn't touch the bottom with her feet, but soon found if she put her head slightly below the water she could. The rock started to loosen, probably from the strength of the water's rushing force. Nicki was soon forced to swim for the bank as best she could. It kept pushing her onward, and carrying the boy did not help either. With a little help dunking her head in the water and touching the muddy bottom, Nicki eventually made it to the bank, at least 15 meters away from the spot she had intended to go. From the prime spot Nicki had gotten to shore, she could see the rapids not too far down, along with the jagged rocks that littered the area.
* * *
"Jeannie, babe, we're here" Logan said as he pulled up by the mansion. Jean lifted her head slightly and was greeted by the large mass that loomed over her, the mansion. The two lovers entered, only to be greeted by distinctly quiet hallways.
"Hello" Logan called out, as if he was expecting a greeting service to be put in place. Jean slapped him on the arm playfully and reminded him that classes were held in the enormous mansion. But soon there was a burst of noise as students were doing rotary and were headed off to their next class. Storm walked down the staircase and greeted the two.
"Jean! How are you?" she cried running over to hug her friend, "it has been so long! Oh and hello Logan!" Logan gave a small smile as Jean and Storm engaged in a conversation.
"Did you bring your daughter? Is she here?" Storm asked with excitement only to be responded by a face of disparity from Jean.
"It was kinda the reason we came, err you see she's kinda lost" Logan said quietly, hoping no on else who hear their moment as failed parents.
"What happened?"
"She's missing and I can't track her in this weather, her scent's probably washed away."
"Well, go see the professor already." Storm led the two up to the familiar door that led to Xavier's private office. She knocked the door quietly and then opened the wooden door.
"Logan and Jean want to see you sir," she said, the professor nodding and wheeling himself around from the window and to the desk. The two walked in slowly and Storm closed the door and was off to teach her next class.
"What is wrong my friends?"
"My kid, she's missing, help us find her."
"Do you know why she is missing?"
"Logan and I think she acquired her mutant abilities, but seeing as we never told her we were mutants, she is afraid." Xavier nodded with understanding; he knew what was happening even without the help of his telepathic abilities.
"We shall use Cerebro."
* * *
The boy's cuts were still bleeding profusely and Nicki didn't have anything to stop it. She ripped her sleeve of and tied it as best she could around the boy's bleeding arm. He needed help and fast. But the chance of her carrying someone her size across a field and to help was pretty slim. Dragging him couldn't be much help because it would just cause him to have more cuts and bruises. With her other sleeve ripped off, Nicki tied it around his arm again, hoping to add more pressure. She then lifted his arm up, hoping that less blood would flow to the boy's arms and possibly slow his bleeding. Nicki was cold and shivering and she knew that it wouldn't be long until the boy bled to death. She was going to risk it; she was going to try to carry the boy. Nicki did a firefighter carry but the boy immediately started weighing her down. He was heavy but he needed help and fast. Nicki walked fairly fast, for someone carrying a teenage boy on he shoulders. This was going to be an exceptionally long walk.
* * *
"She is by the creek not too far from your home," said Xavier his mind connected with Nicki's "but she is struggling physically as well as emotionally." Logan listened to the professor's words intently, but spoke up after her location was revealed.
"Jean, stay here babe, I'm going after her" he said as he began to head for the door. Jean stopped him, and grabbed his arm.
"Logan, I want to come" her eyes were pleading against his determined dark eyes, ones which were very similar to Nicki's.
"No, I couldn't bear it if you were hurt too," Logan said firmly, resisting the temptation from his wife's eyes.
"Please."
"Babe, I don't want you hurt. Plus if you're worried about me, I've got a healing ability remember?" Jean took a moment to look at his eyes, as if she was mesmerized by them by nodded. She couldn't win this fight, there was no way he was going to let her go.
"Hey Prof, I need the jet."
"Take Scott with you then Logan!" A groan was heard from Logan was he walked out the door. He couldn't believe the professor would stick the priss Summers in the same jet with him. But Logan could barely operate the thing anyway, and interrupted Scott's class.
* * *
It had felt like forever since Nicki had the boy on her back. He was weighing her down and he was starting to get extremely heavy. But Nicki could see the neighborhood lights not too far off and willed herself to keep going. She was going to make it, she was going to save this boy. But she saw two figures in the distance, she didn't know who they were and stopped. They looked somewhat on the shady side, but she couldn't see them that well. As the two figures drew closer, Nicki could recognize one was her dad, and some other guy was behind him. She tried to run towards them, but the boy weighed her down, once again.
"Kid you alright? You got blood all over ya" Logan asked frantically, looking at his bloodstained daughter. She was dripping wet and her sleeves were torn off.
"Who's the boy?"
"He's hurt, and I saved him from the creek but he lost a lot of blood already." Scott stepped up and inspected the boy's wounds.
"Scott Summers, and these cuts look bad, we better bring him back to the mansion too."
"Scott Summers? Aren't you the guy who lends my dad the bike I have to fix all the time? What do you do with it, crash it in the tree? Logan gave her the signal to stop talking but it was too late.
"I was wondering why the bike seems newer every time you return it Logan" Scott said, as he took the unconscious boy into his arms and the three began to walk towards the blackbird.
"How come you guys dress funny?"
"It's a long story kid, I'll tell you when we get home, your mom's worried sick."
Bliz: some of your questions were answered here and the rest will be answered in the next chapter =D