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"Storm, block off Mystique! Hank, get those kids out of here!" Scott bellowed to his team. They had arrived at the chaotic hospital and quickly tried to maintain order, but it wasn't going so well. In between trying to free trapped people and fight the Brotherhood, they also had to deal with people freaking out more as more mutants showed up. "Sean, go after-ooff!"
Scott's latest commands were lost as he had the wind knocked out of him from behind. From the ground, he looked up through his ruby visor and saw Sabretooth looking down at him with a sneer.
"Poor four eyes," Victor Creed snarled, putting his foot on Scott's head and started to apply an almost unbearable pressure on it. "Doesn't look like yer'll be able to bark orders to them with yer brain spread across the floor."
Before he could do as he had threatened, Beast jumped on his back from about and knocked him away from his friend. "None of that now."
"Thanks Hank," Scott pushed himself off the floor and shook his head. It was a good thing Hank came, Jean would kill him if he died.
Quickly scanning the room, Scott took in his surroundings. Storm was in a fight with Mystique, who was trying to kick her in the face as Storm summoned baseball size hail to attack Mystique. Angel was flying two small children out of the large hole that used to be a wall. Banshee was keeping an angry looking Blob at bay with his scream, but only just. Hank and Sabretooth were in a wrestling match that involved teeth and claws.
But where was-
"Ah, Cyclops." A pleasant voice spoke from above Scott, making him look up. Magneto, the man he'd been looking, for flew high above Scott. Landing on a pile of ruined building, Magneto crossed his arms and continued to look down at the younger man. "So its you and Charles little team that's been causing all the commotion."
"Actually, the Brotherhood was causing quite enough before we got here." Scott replied through gritted teeth. "What do you think you're doing, attacking a hospital?"
"My dear man, this is not a place of healing but of experimentation on higher races. These homo sapiens have our kind locked up in the basement like animals and experiment on them. These animals were actually trying to take away our superiority, trying to make us like them." Magneto practically spat the last word.
Turning mutants into humans? Scott thought, shocked, but didn't let his emotions show.
"So you're hurting innocent people? Yeah, that makes you the real saint." Scott replied with distain as he inched closer to the terrorist.
"If a few animals were hurt in the process of shutting this monstrosity down, so be it." Magneto sniffed. Suddenly he called out. "Sabretooth, set the detonator. Mystique, prepare the helicopter. The rest of you, get out of here!"
Sabretooth threw Hank off of him and into the wall before running out of the wrecked hospital waiting room. Mystique broke away from Storm and jumped onto a large, flat piece of metal that Magneto controlled, allowing her to escape.
"Everyone! Stop them at the roof!" Scott hollered to his team, "I'm going after Sabretooth."
Breaking into a run, ignoring his teams' protests, he chased after Sabretooth. Weaving through the halls and dodging piles of rubble and pieces of ceiling falling; he finally found him.
Or at least, he thought he had. Scott fell into a walk, entering the room that he was certain he saw Sabretooth go into. He saw the gigantic bomb, its time of three minutes set but not changing, but no Sabretooth.
"Where'd he-" Scott mused, walking towards the bomb.
"Surprise." Sabretooth growled, jumping down from the ceiling and onto Scott's back.
The force of the larger man knocked him down, taking off his visor. Swearing, Cyclops's felt around him frantically, searching for his protective visor. He didn't dare open his eyes, in case there were still people in the building or if his laser beams hit the bomb, making it explode a hundred times more powerful then if it was detonated. Deciding that he couldn't find them amongst all the litter on the ground, he pulled out his glasses and put them on. They weren't ideal for battle, but at least he could safely see where Sabretooth was.
With his glasses on, he now heard Sabretooth come up behind him. Using the element of surprise, Scott kicked back his leg in attempt to trip Sabretooth and give him more time. Unfortunately, he foot met the man's leg with a hard thump, but didn't take him down.
Laughing, Sabretooth grabbed Scott by the throat and slammed him into one of the few remaining walls. "Stupid move, bub; did yah really think that would work?"
Scott squirmed, trying to shake loose his glasses so that the Sabretooth would get a blast of laser beam in the face.
"Uh-uh." Sabretooth chided, slamming Scott again. "Stupid Cyclops, really stupid. Stupid that yah still fight for these pathetic weaklings; even after all the crap they put us through. Stupid that you fight against yer own kind. Oh well, soon you won't be a problem to us any more."
Scott was not sputtering, trying to suck air into his lungs, but Creed's hand prevented much from getting in.
He's playing with me, like a cat does with a mouse, Scott thought disgustedly.
"Too bad to, yah and yer wife were supposed to have a kid any day now, weren't yah?" Sabretooth purred. "Maybe I'll pay them a little visit once yer gone. I always did like red heads…"
The thought of this monster coming near his daughter and wife gave Scott a new strength. Taking in all that was left of him with his last breath; he focussed it all into his eyes. His glasses melted instantly, allowing his optic laser beams to slam into Sabretooth's face with full force.
Scott was dropped instantly, letting him know that he could shut his eyes once more. He gulped down breaths of dusty air, and debris from the collapsing building around him. He didn't hear Sabretooth moving, but he wasn't sure how long that would last. After all, the man was a healer.
"Scott, SCOTT!" He heard Ororo call his name frantically over and over from a distance away.
"I'm in here Storm!" Scott called back. With in moments, he felt his old friend kneel beside him and roll him over.
"God, I'm glad to see you!" Scott admitted, relieved. "I thought the building was going to collapse on me before you got here. I've lost both my visor and glasses, can you help me?"
"We wouldn't leave here without you, Scott." Storm said, lifting her leader into the air with her winds.
"Thanks 'Ro."
"I'm just glad I found you. You think you'd have it bad if you die? Well, wait till you saw what Jean do to us for letting you."
Storm flew Scott to the safety of the X-jet, avoiding the collapsing roof.
But still there, amongst the falling building, a clawed fist breaks through the rubble above its owner. Sbaretooth sat up abruptly, his face now healed from Scott's blast.
"Stupid bastard, thinking that could stop me." Creed growled, rubbing his newly healed face. It took him a moment to realise that he could not see his own hand, right in front of his face.
"What the hell-"
He couldn't see anything. Creed stretched open his eyes, as much as they could be opened. He even tore off his own eyelids to make sure they were opened. He looked frantically around him, but still saw nothing but darkness.
"You'll pay for this , you bastard! YOU'LL PAY!" Sabretooth roared, not knowing where the man who took his vision was, only knowing that he was going to take something from him.
Taking deep breaths, his mind was already working out a plan.
So four-eyes had a daughter coming, did he?
