As usual, I don't own Wolverine and the X-men, only Alenka and any other OC characters mentioned.
Hindsight, part 3.
It had been three or four weeks since I had last seen Hank or Logan. I no longer had bandages covering my injuries since they'd completely healed over, but I was left with the scars. It didn't really matter for me, just meant I had to be more creative with what I wore.
Since the Registration Act fiasco, my family decided to move back to Germany where we can be safe. Tobias was able to use his contacts to help them move without being caught. But Diego and I stayed behind, much to our mother's dismay. Diego wanted to stayed behind so he could protect a family that he had grown fond of recently, that family being the one that Logan and Hank rescued from the MRD detention centre. I stayed behind because I had decided to become an X-men, if they'd let me. I owed them so much, I figured that was a good place to start being of some use.
Well, actually there was another reason I had to stay behind: I still had my two jobs to go to. One was a day job at a small cafe down town. The pay was very good, and apparently I was well liked by the customers. The problem though was that it was a spot where MRD soldiers usually go when on their breaks. Since I was in their detention centre, and I still had the two scars on my face, it was a given that one of them would recognise me and hell would break loose a second time; hence I quit that job, with much reluctancy. My second job was my least favorite out of the two, but it paid good money.
I just can't believe I let myself get suckered into doing it. My night job was a...dancer, of sorts. Ok well, to be technical about it, I'm not a typical 'strip teasing' dancer: I'm the singer/dancer of the place, therefore I was only required to dress in risque clothes and sing till the cows came home.
One afternoon after my particular non-favorite job, I decided to pay Logan and Hank a visit. That and see if there was a position available to work for them. Their address was easy to find in Westchester; just look for the mansion with Xavier stamped on the front gate. "I hope Logan or Hank are home." I breathed out loud as walked up the front steps, brushing invisible dirt off my skirt, also hoping that I looked representable. A black leather skirt, a white business shirt that was left open to reveal the red thin-strapped and form fitting wife beater I wore, knee high black boots with two inch heels, and only a little bit of mascara, eye shadow and lip balm. "So, das ist ebenso gut, wie ich finden kann." I murmured before knocking on the large wooden oak doors. I waited four minutes before someone answered the door. But it wasn't Logan or Hank like I hoped. Instead a boy, about my age or younger, with blond hair, baby blue eyes and a cheeky young boy look about him. And clearly, he too was expecting someone else. "Oh, hi there." he said, politely none the less.
"Guten Tag." I smiled in a friendly way, "I'm looking for Herr Logan or Arzt Hank McCoy." The boy eyed me carefully, judging if I was a real friend or someone to worry about.
"Uh, sure. Let me get Logan." he said as he moved to a side, "come on in."
"Danke." The boy let me inside the mansion and guided me through the main foyer, but before he could take me any further a panel in the wall opened up, revealing Logan...with singed and almost destroyed clothes which did nothing to hide his fabulously sexy hot body. :Verdammte Teenagerhormone!: I cursed mentally as I tried not to drool, but had my mouth open a little as I smiled. The boy beside me groaned as he hide a side of his face with his hand. "Logan." the boy whined, catching said man's attention.
"Alenka." Logan stated as he saw me. All I could do was close my mouth and place my hand over it to stifle my laughter. "Dude, come on." the boy whined pathetically, "we have a guest."
"Oh trust me, he's seen me looking worse." I assured the boy, taking my hand away to pat his shoulder then looked at Logan, "although this is a good look for you, Herr Logan."
"Gee, I forgot how to laugh." he replied sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest. I shrugged innocently before giggling. "Still, I actually came to see how you were." I told him, "Is Hank all right?"
"Yeah, he's doing just fine." he nodded then turned to the boy beside me, "take her down to Hank; I'll be back."
"Oh I'm sure you will be." I chuckle as Logan walked up the stairs, "make sure you wear something decent this time!" All I could was a sarcastic laugh in reply. The boy looked at me in surprise, complete with wide eyes and wide open mouth. "Was?" I asked him.
"Uh...n-nothing." he answered before leading me into an elevator hidden behind the same wall panel that Logan came out from. After the doors closed and took us down to the sub levels, the boy led me to a room that was filled with machinery. Hank also happened to be in the same room, checking a computer. Thankfully he was dressed better than Logan. "Hi Hank." I called as we walked closer to him. He spun around in his chair, searching for whoever called his name, and his eyes settled on me. "Alenka! Why, what a pleasant surprise!" he greeted, getting up form his chair and closing the distance between us before enveloping me in a friendly hug, "What brings you here?"
"Oh nothing much." I answered as we parted, standing a very short distance apart from each other now, "Although coping an eyeful of Logan wasn't on my list." Hank just gave me a puzzled look then turned to the boy for some sort of explanation. "I think he was caught out by the danger room." he offered with a shrug.
"Well, that certainly is a first." Hank commented then beamed in a way that he just remembered something, "I don't believe Logan properly introduced you two."
"Nope." the boy replied then turned to me, extending his hand towards me, "I'm Bobby Drake." I grasped his hand with one of my own, smiled politely. "Alenka Grün." I introduced myself, our hands dropping back to our sides, "Nice to meet you, Bobby."
"So what brings you here?" Hank asked me, offering me a seat at the table nearby, "How is your family?" At the mention of my family, I must've winced a little bit because Hank hastily changed the subject to how my injuries were. "They've completely healed." I told him, holding up my hands, palms toward him so he could see, "A few scars here and there, but that's about it." Bobby looked at the both of us with a very confused look. "I was captured by the MRD's a few weeks ago." I explained to him, "Then tortured for not giving in to human demands. Hank and Logan rescued me before any psychological damage was done."
"Ouch." Bobby cringed slightly. We stayed in the sublevels a bit longer, at least for Hank to introduce me to Forge; a genius minded mutant, before we went back up into the mansion part. Just as we came out of the elevator, Logan and a girl came down the stairs, discussing something. "Finally, you look decent." I teased Logan when he was in hearing distance.
"Quite the wit, aren't you?" he asked dryly.
"All Germans are wits." I informed him with a small shrug. He just gave a grunt before gesturing to the girl beside him, "This is Kitty Pryde. Pryde, this is Alenka Jones."
"Grün, actually." I corrected him as I shook Kitty's hand, "there's been a slight dilemma on that front."
"Oh?" he and Hank asked me simultaneously, Hank going so far as to raise his eyebrow in questioning.
"My mother was getting anxious about the Registration Act that Kelly sent out, so Tobias took them back to Germany where they'll be safe." I informed them both, "Diego and I stayed here to keep the Hunters off their trail."
"What about your father?" Hank asked me.
"I haven't heard from him ever since two weeks before I was captured." I replied, "Diego and I decided to use our mother's maiden name so no one will pin us with him if we ever get caught." Judging by the look on Hank's face, I'd say that was a smart decision on our behalf.
"So you're here with your brother?" Kitty asked me.
"No. He's actually taken it upon himself to guard a family of humans." I stated, looking knowingly at Logan and Hank, "Erica's family, as it were. He's gotten rather attached to the little girl. In a weird dog-found-a-friend-for-life way."
"Right." Logan said in a dry tone, crossing his arms over his chest.
"So wait, that means you're living by yourself?" Bobby asked, he and Kitty looking at me in surprise.
"Ja; I'm used to it." I answered them. Their mouths dropped open slightly before Kitty turned on Logan. "She's moving in with us." She said firmly, making me do a double take.
"Well, it really is up to Alenka, Kitty." Hank reminded her just before he paused slightly, "Although it would be beneficial if she did stay at the mansion. Given how she's tagged by the MRD." Logan didn't seem too sold on the idea when he turned to me. "It's quite all right with me." I got in before he spoke, "As long as I have a roof over my head and somewhere I can use my abilities." Kitty and Bobby smiled broadly at me then to Logan expectantly.
"Please Logan, please?" Kitty pleaded, her eyes becoming innocent and her lips puckered in a pout.
"She's going to move here, even if you didn't look at me like that." Logan pointed out to her then looked at me, "The room aren't quite finished yet; can you move in tomorrow?"
"Of course." I nodded.
The next day couldn't come fast enough for Kitty and Bobby; they were really excited about having another person their age staying at the mansion. "Anyone would think they're desperate for a friend." I mused to Logan as we led them up the steps to my house. He just grunted in agreement as I unlocked the door and let them all inside. It was strange, coming home to a large house that had one occupant. "Wow, this is a nice place." Kitty breathed, "especially the garden."
"My passion." I blushed, "If I'm not patrolling the streets I'm gardening." I led Kitty upstairs so she could help me pack my things. My room was on the second floor, the window facing east so I could see the sun rise. It was simplistic in decorative means; I wasn't one for teenage heart-throbs, or wildly broadcasting my life. There were a few photos of my family and friends, a few drawings and paintings I had done years ago. "Did you paint this?" Kitty asked, gesturing to a particular one. It was hanging on the back of my door, the first thing I see when I wake up. It was a large portrait of a dark street with moonlight shining down. In the middle was a demonic-like creature with glowing yellow eyes. "Ja; a few years ago." I replied, pulling two duffel bags from the top of my wardrobe and dumping clothes in. Kitty took the other bag and helped as well, dumping the contents of my drawers into it.
We had a bit of a giggle when she stumbled on my personal items; 'I never pictured you for hot pink' she commented as she held up one of my bras, before there were three large duffel bags full of my clothes and two backpacks filled with books, CD's, Ipod and other things I'd need to keep myself occupied. "Packed enough?" Bobby asked as Kitty and I lugged everything down the stairs, "Looks like you're running away."
"Hardy ha-ha." I smirked at him, "I'd loath to see what your wardrobe holds."
"Not a lot." Kitty replied, "You know guys fashion."
"Yes, Logan's in particular." I giggled while he shouldered two of my duffel bags. He gave me a dry look.
"Couldn't resist." I teased innocently. He rolled his eyes and walked outside, the rest of us following.
"Is that all, Alenka?" Bobby asked me. I ran a mental check list and nodded, just as I heard someone calling my name. "Oh, guten Morgen Großmutter Rose." I smiled brightly as she hobbled towards me. Rose was my elderly next door neighbor who knows my family is of mutant-kind. A kind hearted 70 year old, she was very dear to me, and made excellent chocolate biscuits. "Hello, deary." she replied in her tiny voice, "are you leaving?"
"Yes; it's gotten a bit dangerous for me here." I nodded, "I'll be moving in with some others of my kind."
"Well make sure they treat you kindly, deary." she told me. I gave a small laugh, even though my stomach was starting to feel hollow. "Could you look after the garden for me while I'm gone?" I asked her, "I'll come by once a week to see how you're doing." she gave me a nod of her own before gesturing for me to follow her, "Your mother wanted me to give you a package from her incase you did move away." It didn't take me long to retrieve the parcel from her, plus a bag of her mouth watering chocolate biscuits. "You're all welcome to come by and visit." she told the others as we piled inside the van. "Thanks very much, Grandma Rose." Kitty smiled brightly. We said our good-byes before Logan started the motor and pulled away. "She's a really nice lady." Kitty commented to me, "even if she knows you're a mutant."
"Yeah, and her cookies are great!" Bobby said through a mouthful. Kitty gave him a scornful look before snatching the bag from his hand and passing it to me in the front seat. "Save some for the others, Bobby." she scolded him.
"But I'm hungry!"
"You should've ate before we left!"
"Children." I chided them in a motherly tone, "no bickering unless it's in the Danger Room, please."
"Yes Alenka." they said in unison, making Logan and I exchange a look. 'Someone's got them down pat.' I could hear him think.
'Why thank you Herr Logan.' I smiled, knowing he heard my projected thought. He drove us back to the mansion as I talked to Kitty and Bobby, discussing what it was like being an X-man. Kitty was ecstatic about it, while Bobby had his reserves on the subject. "That reminds me, we need to get you a uniform too." Kitty added thoughtfully, "since you're part of the team now."
"Me?" I squeaked in surprise. They wanted me on the team? "I don't know how much help I'll be."
"That's ok, we can train you." Bobby added, "it'll make the danger room more 'fun.' So what are your powers?"
"Uh, the most basic ones: control over the four elements, energy, light, movement, darkness, low level telepathy, flight." I said, ticking off my fingers. The car was silent for a minute before Logan gave a low whistle. "That'll definitely make the Danger Room more interesting." he stated. And it didn't take telepathic powers to tell that he was going to enjoy every second of it. I'm starting to think he mightt be a bit of a sadist, at least onto others.
"And martial arts." I quickly added. Bobby groaned as he fell back into his seat.
"We're doomed." he whined, "she'll cream us just like Logan."
"Woohoo!" Kitty cheered, "God answered my prayer; there's a girl in the world who's stronger than Logan!"
"Hey, hold up there!" I laughed, "I wouldn't know about being stronger than Logan." The rest of the trip was filled with general conversation before we pulled up to the Mansion and lugging my things up to my new room. The boys left, leaving me and Kitty to unpack, not that I was complaining. While we unpacked, Kitty informed me of what had recently happened at the mansion, so I wouldn't be lost in the future. I was certainly surprised and angered to hear that Emma Frost had boldly waltzed in, saying 'I can find the Professor for you' and expected us to take her offer. "I have heard of her before, and I didn't like her then and much less now." I said after Kitty had finished (and coincidentally, we had finished unpacking my room as well), "but if she can find the professor, then it'd be worth taking that part of the offer up." Kitty grumbled in agreement, so I decided to drop the subject. Instead I picked up the package Rose had given me before I left. It was one of the fancy slim boxes that contained dresses. "I wonder what my mother got me this time." I thought out loud, catching Kitty's attention. We both sat on the queen-sized bed as I lifted the lid open to see a sea of black material. I reached in and pulled the item out, only to find out it was two black things inside. "It's...a uniform." Kitty said as she pulled out the second item; a pair of black leather pants. The one in my hands was a black corset. "She must've figured I'd join your team." I guessed.
After Kitty urged me to try it on, I came back from my bathroom wearing my new uniform. It was a black leather number, that hugged every curve. The top half was a black corset with grey trimming the top, bottom and sides. There were two yellow laces keeping the sides together tightly, the ends hanging down an inch or so from the bottom of the corset. The bottom half was covered by black leather low rise pants, held up by a deep blue belt with the buckle in the shape of a yellow 'X' in a grey background. There were two holes in the pants; one on the left thigh showing the three sets of whips marks and two heated knife brands, the other on the right, showing the scalpel and knife brand wounds. A pair of boots came with the outfit; black knee high flat soled boots with a navy blue heart and grey surrounding the top and back of my calf muscles on each one and deep navy blue on the soles. All in all the outfit made me look incredibly sexy by showing off my curves whilst showing off my scars; particularly my thighs, stomach, arms and collar bone. But I was pleased with the look, as did Kitty. "Wow, you look so beautiful in that." she truthfully stated as I stood in front of the mirror to look at it.
"Mm, but it doesn't look quite right." I mused out loud, eyeing the outfit. I didn't know what else was wrong until I noticed my hair. "I think I need something for my hair." I told Kitty as I rummaged through the pockets of my backpack, "I don't want it getting in my face when I'm fighting."
"Good point." She agreed. I found a Chinese pearl hair pin in my jewelry box as I pulled my hair into a ponytail then twisted it up into a bun and sliding the pin through, making sure it all stayed put. I left two bangs out to frame my face, but that was it. "Oh my god." Kitty said simply as I showed her.
"What? Too much?" I asked her, looking down at the uniform.
"I think you'll make all our fights easier!" She laughed, "They'll be too busy drooling at you to notice they're getting their butts kicked!" I laughed as well then decided to show off the uniform. Bobby practically drooled at the sight, but managed to compose himself with a very red face. That made me feel better, until he burst the bubble by telling us that Frost had arrived since Cerebro was finished. Despite her being here, I was determined not to be intimidated by her and proceeded to the sub levels, Kitty and Bobby staying up in the mansion.
Once done in the sublevels, I quickly found Logan, Hank, Forge and, grudgingly, Frost at Cerebro. "Miss Frost, I'd like to introduce Forge, the young man responsible for-"
"Let's just dispense with the pleasantries and get on with it." She cut across rudely as se sat down at the controls. She reached for the helmet when Logan grabbed her by the arm. "You're on hollow ground here, lady." he growled threateningly, "Don't make me regret this."
"Perhaps you'd rather if I didn't find the professor." she said in a low voice to him, "You enjoy being in charge, don't you?" Logan pulled his hand away, letting her put the helmet on.
"Ok, go ahead and lay your-" Forge started when yet again:
"Please, I read your mind on the way in." she rudely interrupted again. I could feel my blood boiling as she did that; I may be a weak telepath but I could still hear people's thoughts, and I never interrupted them like she does! Forge turned and walked to beside Hank, looking like a kicked puppy. As Frost pressed her hands against the console, I quietly walked over and stood beside Logan. He didn't look at me as he watched Frost, his arms across his chest, but Hank did the honors of leaning closer to my ear and whispering; "Interesting outfit, even if it is too revealing." I smirked in reply and adopted the same stance as Logan and watched Frost. A minute later she gasped, pulling the helmet off her head. "Where is he?" Logan immediately demanded.
"Genosha." she replied, her voice low. Apparently it meant something to Logan; he snarled with fury and stalked towards the door. "Where are you going?" I asked him.
"We're going to Genosha." he replied in a dark angry tone, "tell the others to suit up." Hank and I exchanged a look with each other while Forge raced away to get the Blackbird up and running. "It's a volatile situation." Hank told Logan as we caught up with the very ticked off Canadian, "I think it best if we made contact with Magneto first."
"Believe me, I intend to make contact with him." Logan growled, "and it's long over due."
"Logan, wait a minute." I told him, uncertain about the whole deal, "Going in powers blazing is most likely to get us captured, or worse killed."
"Not if I have something to say about it first." he told me as he stood in the elevator.
"And if you're too late to say anything?" I asked him, hoping he saw some sense in what Hank and I said. But the doors closed between us before he could say anything. I sighed heavily under my breath and looked to Hank, "Something tells me I'm going to be the one making the peace between those two later on."
"I wouldn't be surprised." he agreed, ushering me towards the now empty elevator, "You'd best let Kitty and Bobby know about the turn of events." I nodded once before stepping inside and going topside to the mansion. After they were sorted, I went into the kitchen to grab a snack before leaving. It wasn't long before Frost and Hank entered. "Where's Logan?" I asked Hank, ignoring Frost completely.
"He's gone to get Scott Summers; a member of the team." He explained. I had my doubts about whether he'd actually come or not, but I kept them to myself. Kitty and Bobby came down, dressed in their uniforms. "One thing bothers me." Kitty said as she leaned against the counter beside me.
"Whether Logan is going suicidal or not?" I asked.
"That, and what your code name should be." She answered, "You know, part of the whole superhero thing." That thought hadn't crossed my mind before, but now that it had; what should my code name be? Something simple, easy and ready to use and descriptive. "Meh, I pick Chaos." I shrugged, "short, simple, to the point, describes me easily."
"Fair enough." Bobby shrugged as well. We all headed down to the hangar just as Logan arrived with another man in tow. :I guess this is Scott Summers.: I thought to myself as we walked towards the Blackbird. I couldn't see Forge, till I heard a loud bang as something dropped from inside the air craft, and I'm guessing that piece was very important as it made Forge moan. He turned his head towards us and blinked. "Oh. Where'd you guys come from?" he asked us as he dropped to the ground lightly to pick the piece up. "Just tell me she'll fly." Logan half pleaded; coming from him it was weird.
"Oh, yeah. Absolutely." Forge said confidently, till another loud bang was heard, signifying another piece of the craft had dropped. "Pretty sure." Forge corrected himself with a sheepish grin. Hank didn't really look that impressed. "Perhaps we should wait until Forge has finished the repairs and-"
"We leave now." Logan snapped, "Forge, climb in; you're job is to keep us in the air." Forge got back in as the rest of us were about to walk up the ramp. That is until little Miss Frostbite showed up and sauntered our way. She passed a glance at Scott. "Hm, Wolverine is more desperate than I thought." She commented before walking up the ramp. I growled underneath my breath, which Kitty heard.
"And she is?" Scott asked as he stared at her back before turning to Logan.
"Temporary." Logan and I both growled as he followed her onboard, the rest of us filing in.
The flight in itself was dull. I sat at the back, listening to other peoples conversation. Bobby and Kitty were discussing how badly the mission could go, Scott and Frost were talking about some woman called Jean. Logan was up the front, cramped between Hank and Forge as they repaired the ship. :This is your karma, Logan.: I smirked to myself then winced when the ship jerked violently. "Hey." I turned my head to whoever was talking. It was Scott, having turned himself to talk to me. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Alenka Grün, code name Chaos." I answered, "Scott Summers, right?" he just nodded.
"What are you powers?" He wasn't smiling; I guess he was trying to get a measure of my abilities to see if what I had was good enough. "Control of the elements, light, darkness and energy." He nodded once and turned away. I didn't try gaining his attention again; I had slightly more pressing matters. Like the ship jolting violently. "We're losing altitude!" Forge declared.
"Oh, um Himmels willen!" I exclaimed, unbuckling myself from my seat and standing in the middle of the ship. I pushed my hands out to my sides at shoulder height, controlling the winds to hold us up. "Logan schwöre ich, dass Sie tot sind, wenn Magnetzünder Sie zuerst nicht tötet!" I cursed him violently as I held up the ship.
"I'm not sure what you said, but I'm sure I totally agree with you." Kitty stated.
"You'll be helping me once this is over!" I scoffed darkly. We arrived at Genosha without any other trouble. Kitty went and scouted ahead, making sure the path was clear. The rest of us got off the ship, leaving Forge to fix her up. "You're sure of this?" Hank asked Logan. By way of an answer, he just released his claws and proceeded to hack the floor till there was a hole big enough for us to fit through. Bobby converted his ice form and created a slide for the other to use, while I just floated down, melting the ice as I did. "It's like an iron maze down here." Kitty said as she approached us, "We're definitely on his turf."
"Com-links on." Logan ordered, "We're splitting up." I shared a meaningful glance with Hank before adjusting the object in my ear then went by myself down a hallway.
I had to say it was slightly daunting; stalking through the cold, silent metal halls, anticipating some sort of an attack. I kept my eyes and ears open as I checked room after room. So far my search drew up nothing. "Hm." I hummed thoughtfully as I stood in a rather large yet bare room. My decision of 'where now?' was cut short when a figure phased slowly through one of the walls. I watched in silent astonishment as I saw Logan getting pulled through the wall then be suspended in mid air. "I take it Magneto knows we're here, ja?" I asked him before he was slammed against the floor.
"You think?" he snarled before he was sucked down through the floor. I stared at the spot before sighing heavily. "Honestly, do I have to do every peace keeping in this group?" I asked the thin air before leaving the room to find a staircase. Only when I opened the door, I came across two girls; one wearing a burgundy red outfit, the other a lime green one. We looked at each other in shock. "Uh...hi." I smiled nervously, "Sorry to be intruding, ladies, but could you point me to down stairs? I need to clean up the mess my team is making for Herr Magneto." They looked at each other before pointing to the right. "Thank you." I smiled before dashing away in the direction they had indicated. I followed the hallway till I found a staircase that went down, and soon enough I found the room I needed. Only to blink in surprise.
Bobby and Scott were pinned to a wall by large pieces of metal. Hank and Frost were trapped to another wall, Logan's fists under their chins with his claws beginning to pop. Finally, Kitty was suspended over a pit, hanging onto a smaller piece of metal. The only one not encased with metal or facing death, was a man dressed in purple and red with a large cape and a weird looking helmet.
"Ah." the old man said with an eerie smile, "So your newest recruit has decided to join us, Wolverine." I gave the old man a dry look before rolling my eyes. "Look, there are two ways we can go about this, Herr Magneto." I informed him, "let my friends go and we talk about this peacefully, or it gets really messy. Your pick."
"My, an interesting addition." He smirked, floating in the air a few feet away from me, "But I am curious to see what your powers are. It's been so long since I've had a real challenge." He flicked his wrist, controlling a large piece of metal to soar through the air towards me. "Hard way it is." I sighed heavily before leaping out of the way, dancing past the other while Magneto tried hitting me with different sized metals pieces. "Come on Chaos, you can beat him!" Bobby cheered me on as I ducked several lethal shards of metal. If he said that, obviously he didn't last very long against this man.
Well, time for a little trickery.
"Ok, ok; I give." I whined, pretending to be out of breath. Magneto smirked as he flicked his hand at me, sending a large metal sheet...with spikes coming out of it! "Chaos!" several voices shouted. I timed myself and as the wall was a mere two feet away I threw my arms in the air as I let myself sink through the floor. I floated against the ceiling of the floor below to where I roughly thought Magneto was. Shoving my hands up through the floor, I pulled my body upwards, feet first which slammed into something that flew. The rest of my body followed as I knelt on the ground, looking over my shoulder to see Magneto recovering. "Told you it'd get really messy." I reminded Magneto as he glared at me, "especially if the fight is between two magnetokinesis users."
"Indeed." he growled lowly, flicking his wrist. Several more pieces of metal began flying towards me, making me dance to evade certain harm, but soon more metal came including several sharp spikes.
One such spike caught me in the stomach.
I grunted as my body instinctively doubled over, the breath getting knocked out of me. "Chaos!" Kitty shrieked. My body slid away from the metal protrusion and slumped on the ground. Thankfully, when the spike impacted with my body, I was able to flatten the tip, so I wouldn't be a human skewer, but the force was still strong. I coughed violently as a shadow came over to me. I looked up to see Magneto bearing down, his eyes glowing with evil intent. Then he kicked me in the stomach. HARD. I grunted as I rolled away, coming to a stop a few feet from Logan. As soon as I had stopped rolling a band of metal clamped around my neck, shoulders and thighs to keep me in place. Magneto followed, controlling a blunted spike from the ceiling as it poised over my body. "Magneto, wait! Stop!" Logan yelled before said evil person could drop the thing on me, "We didn't come from trouble!"
"Ah but you did." Magneto said seedily, "and now you'll pay for this." He forced Logan and the others to watch as the spike was lowered, but very slowly he applied pressure. I groaned in protest as my already abused stomach was getting a spike lowered into it. A sharp jolt caused me to cry out in pain. And it was getting harder to breath with the metal band around my neck shrinking. :I can't...concentrate on...my powers.: I thought to Logan, :Help!!: "Wait, don't do this!! It's my fault!" he bellowed, getting my message.
"It is, isn't it? And what would Charles think of his little commander now?" Magneto asked as he floated closer to them, "I dare say he wouldn't approve." I whimpered pathetically when more pressure was applied to my stomach, but my whimper turned into gasping as my airway was bein crushed, making me fighting consciousness for air. "We know he's here. Just take us to him!" Logan snarled.
"All you had to do was ask." Magneto replied, releasing everyone from their prisons. The spike was taken away from my stomach and the bands away from my body. I greedily sucked air into my lungs before coughing violently. "Chaos!" I heard Kitty and Bobby exclaim as they rushed over to my side.
"Chaos, are you ok?" Bobby asked, "can you feel anything?" I weakly nodded as I tried to sit up, but my stomach protested from being abused so much. I groaned, pressing my hand against my stomach to try easing the pain. "Logan gso owes me for this mess." I grumbled as Kitty and Bobby helped me stand up, looping my arms over their shoulders. We caught up to the rest of the X-men as they followed Magneto to a wall which he opened for us. There was a large room occupied only by a large canopy bed where an old bald man lay sleeping. "He appeared on my island, one week ago. We found like this on our coastline, fallen on the rocks." Magneto started when everyone got emotional...some less than others.
"Professor." Kitty murmured and rushed to the bed, the others following her suit. I stayed by the doorway; they knew him better than I did. It was an anxious wait as Frost laid her gloved hand on the professor's forehead. She finally looked up at us. "He has no brain activity." Kitty closed her eyes and leaned against Bobby for comfort, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for them all. "Charles is a dear friend." Magneto said in solemnness, "All I've been doing is caring for him."
"More like keeping an eye on him." Logan growled dangerously, "We both know you're afraid of Charles." Magneto just turned to him with a dangerous look in his eye.
"But the question is," Hank interrupted as he got in between the two to stop Logan from doing something stupid, "Will you let us take him home?"
"Of course." Magneto answered smoothly, "You are his children, his place it with you. However, I wish you would consider making Genosha your home." His eyes rested on me, noticing the scars, "No more violence, no more-"
"Yeah we've seen the billboards." Logan interrupted, "Thanks but no thanks."
"The offer stands." Magneto reminded as he floated away, "and the next time you decide to drop by, Wolverine, use the front door." I couldn't help myself; I had to snicker at that.
"Sie hatten so diese Ankunft, Logan." I smirked as he shot me a look.
It didn't take us long to carry the professor to the Blackbird with Magneto guiding us this time. I hobbled along, Kitty and Bobby supporting me between them. Once on the plane we left, each of us silent as the comatose Charles Xavier in the back.
Back at the mansion, Hank and Forge rigged up some sort of machine that would slow the Professor's aging while he was comatose. We placed him on the bed, lowered the glass dome in place and hooked up the machine to monitor his vitals. It was hard to believe that this great mutant mind was not with us.
"We'll find a way to bring you back Charles, no matter what it takes, or how long." Logan promised, voicing out loud all our thoughts. Almost immediately after he spoke, there was a soft fluttering noise in the room, like soft voices. "What's that sound?" Kitty asked tentatively from her seat.
"Sounds like someone whispering." Bobby answered her. The whispering grew louder.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but that sounds a lot like-"
"Charles." Logan interrupted Hank, confirming his suspicions.
"This is impossible." Frost murmured, and there was a sudden flash of light. We all turned to see a ghostly image of Professor Charles Xavier's head floating above his body. :Ok this is new.: I thought quietly whilst Logan carefully approached, lowering his hood as he did. "Charles, is that really you?"
"Yes, Logan." the great head whispered as it faced him. I had to pinch myself to remind myself that I wasn't dreaming this up. Since I could feel the pain, shivers went up my spine; it was an uber kind of eerie hearing a man in a coma talk. "What's happening? Who did this to you?"
"I wish I knew. I remember nothing."
"Charles, there was a unexplained black at the institute, you've been missing. Jean still is." Hank explained. The ghostly head of Xavier bowed down before looking up at us all again.
"My X-men, time is limited." he stated, "I come to you with an urgent message." We all listened in appalled horror as Charles informed us about the future, warning us that we needed to stand together and fight as a team, and that Logan had to led us. Scott nearly walked away from it all, but stayed when the Professor talked him into staying. In a way, Scott's attitude was annoying; just because Jean was gone doens't mean the rest of the world ended. But then again, I'd probably act the same way, knowing the person I cared about most was missing. :My brother.: I thought softly, thinking about one particular person.
When the Professor left us with a promise to contact again, we all stood in silence before Logan spoke up. "Whatever's eating away at us, we get past it." he said firmly. "We rise to the occasion because we're a team and we've got a job to do. The world needs the X-men." I just raised my eyebrow at him questioningly.
"Provided somebody doesn't become reckless again." I sung softly under my breath which they all heard. With the moment ruined, Logan gave me a glare. "Shut it, Alenka." Kitty snipped at me, "Just bask in the aura of responsibility and determination of saving the world."
"I'm basking, all right." I smirked at her, "As well as simmering in pain from internal bruising caused by Mr. Furry face over there." Logan sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You're never going to let me forget that, are you?" he asked. My smirk turned into an impish grin as I slung my arm over his shoulder. "Not a chance in hell, Canadian boy."
German- English
So, das ist ebenso gut, wie ich finden kann= Well, this is as good as I can find.
Guten Tag= Good afternoon.
Artz= Doctor.
Verdammt Teenagerhormone= Damned teenage hormones!
Oh, guten Morgen Großmutter Rose= Oh, good morning Grandmother Rose.
Oh, Himmels willen= Oh, for God's sake!
Logan schwöre ich, dass Sie tot sind, wenn Magnetzünder Sie zuerst nicht tötet= Logan, I swear you are dead in Magneto doesn't kill you first!
Sie hatten so diese Ankunft, Logan= You so had that coming, Logan.
Well that's chapter three up, but I would like for more people to read and review this story. Ok well, maybe you don't have to review but it would be nice. Even if you just add it to your Favorite Story or Story Alert, that's ok as long as I know my story is getting some appreciation.