Ok, sorry this chapter took so long. There was just so much Chemistry, and math analysis and essays OH MY!! Well, here it is. This is from Lance's point of view again because I personally just like writing from his point of view. Hope you enjoy!
Adrenalin. That is the only, logical, explanation as to how I could possibly be standing at this moment.
But I guess I should explain. I mean, I certainly have a lot of explaining to do to justify why I feel like passing out on my feet and/or curling up into a ball on the floor and just staying there for the next week or so.
It all happened in such a blur, I wasn't even really aware of what I was doing until just now. I carried Pietro back to the car. The already panicking mutants in the back of my jeep then proceeded to panic even more. Tabitha just kept screaming and crying and Todd had to get out of the car to throw up. I felt bad for him. For all the fighting we do, the little guy's never been too good with blood. Especially his friends' blood.
Surprisingly, Freddy was the easiest to calm. I think he was in a sort of shock, but either way he did what I told him to and I gotta thank him for that.
Eventually, we got Todd and Tabby to calm down enough to actually help. Tabby sat in the front with me while Freddy and Todd sat in the back trying to stop the bleeding. Fortunately, or Unfortunately, Pietro fell silent soon after entering the car. Fortunately because the laughing/crying thing was seriously freaking us all out. Unfortunately because he now wasn't responding at all, and that freaked us out just as much. Everything was so confusing, it was all I could do just to drive.
I suppose it was too much to ask for a silent, calm drive. But admittedly, we had to figure out were exactly we were driving to. I just could have done with a little less hysteria.
"How did this happen? I don't understand!"
"How hard are you suppose to press to stop the bleeding? I don't wanna hurt him more!
"Pietro? Pietro! Lance, he's still not responding!"
"Oh my God, What do we do? WHAT DO WE DO!?"
"Guys! Calm down! We… We'll take him to a hospital of course."
"We can't do that! They know about us! We'll be lucky if they let us into the parking lot!"
"He opened his eyes! Pietro? Ah, he's out again!"
"Guys, he's bleeding a lot. We need to figure this out fast!"
"What about Xavier's? They've got some freaky lab there, they could help."
"Are you kidding? We'd be walking right into enemy territory!"
"Right now, we don't have enemies! All we've got is our friend who is dying in the back seat of my car! We are going to Xavier's."
With those words, the car fell silent. No one was going to argue with me and I wasn't going to be argued with. I didn't plan on any one dying today.
After breaking at least a dozen laws with my perfectdriving, we saw the X-mansion in the distance. Tabby, having collected herself considerable during the drive, stood up in her seat.
"Don't slow down."
I didn't plan to.
She made a bomb in her hand and as we got closer to the gates of the mansion, she chucked it with all her might. Any other day I would have taken a moment to enjoy the colors of the explosion and the shrapnel flying out from where the fancy iron gate use to stand. But I didn't have time now. I drove through the smoke and skidded to a stop in front of the massive building.
"Everyone stay here while I talk to them."
I knew I wouldn't have to wait long. With all that fancy security those X-geeks were always bragging about, I was sure we had set something off that would send the out.
Sure enough, as I stepped out of the car the whole team came out, ready for battle an all. Man, all these guys talked about was living peacefully with everyone and all that junk yet they always seemed to be the first ones ready to jump into a fight. Hypocrites…
"What do you want Alvers? Come to fight again?" Gee, what a shocker! Summers, always the first to defend coexistence, is also the first to jump to conclusions. Luckily, Summers wasn't the only one there and not everyone's as stupid as him.
"Hey, is that blood?" Nightcrawler was nice enough to point out the red stains on my vest. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't even noticed till he mentioned it. I looked down, looking almost as confused as the rest of the X-squad I'm sure. I guess it never occurred to me that carrying someone who's bleeding could actually get their blood on you. I sure felt smart.
"Alright bub, care to explain?" Well, at least wolverine was feeling semi reasonable. He hadn't even pulled out the claws yet. Gotta hand it to that Anger Management…
"We need help." I said it simply. They looked confused. Whether it was from me asking for help or from me asking them for help I'll never know. Either way, I was actually glad when baldy rolled on out. Guess there's a first time for everything.
"It's ok. They're not here to cause trouble." This statement earned the good professor some skeptical looks, but otherwise they seemed to relax, if only a little.
But I was tired of talking. I didn't know how much time we had and didn't care to find out. "Look, Pietro's hurt and we can't exactly take him to a hospital and I know you've got some crazy medical crap in that mansion so will you help us or not?" I took a deep breath after that and waited to see what would happen. The younger X-men seemed confused and the adults just seemed to be thinking. Finally, after what seemed like forever, The professor took charge again.
"Jean, stay here to help move Pietro downstairs. I want everyone else to go back inside and into their rooms. Do not come out until I tell you, we can't have you in the way. Storm, go set up the equipment in the med lab and we'll meet you there. Hank, you just let us know what you need. I'll make sure he stays unconscious during treatment." After a moments hesitation, everyone did as they were told.
Now it was Hank's turn to take control. "Jean, I want you to very carefully lift Pietro out of the car. Try to move him as little as possible. My word, he's worse than I was expecting… Alright, now let's get him to the med lab." Hank followed jean as she moved telekinetically lifted Pietro into the mansion while the Professor wheeled next to them, keeping him asleep until he could be given a proper sedative. For a few seconds the four of us just stood there.
"…Guys... I think I'm dreaming…" That was all I could say. And I was seriously considering it. That this was all some crazy messed up nightmare and that any moment I would wake up in our rundown house with no food and no heat and holes in the wall from Tabby's bombs and Pietro would be standing over me with an empty bucket of ice water and I would kill him, but in a loving, brotherly way.
Todd pinched me.
"Ow!"
"Guess you're not."
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Well #&()+.
Well, that's it for chapter 3. I'm not sure how long this is gonna be, but I'm definitely writing chapter 4. Whether or not it continues after that depends.
Oh, and in case you were wondering about the censoring on that last line... that was for a couple reasons:
1) I was raised not to cuss. Plain and simple. For all you know, that censored word was "Fudge" (Although I admit, that's not what I imagine there)
2) I just feel it has a whole different feel being censored than if it was written out. Seriously, to me it's different.
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