Disclaimer: I own nothing!!! Nothing what so ever! I dont own X-men Evolution or anything to do with it! sobs
Author: yeah I'll apologise in advance for this chapter.....not exactly at my best sweatdrop my proof readers are sorta focused on my original fic..so um..sorry!
Anyways!
Plz review- reviews are good, they're author food...nothing mean...flames scare me or turn me into a right dragon. I also can't imagine that Kurt would be a fan of fire with all that nice fuzz.
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Chapter 4: An Urky Warehouse
They assembled in the hanger, Kitty nervously twirling her hair around her finger- waiting.
After what felt like eternity the rest of the team walked in all geared up in their x-men uniforms, Scott looking as organised as always but concerned at the same time.
"Like- hurry up!" snapped Kitty as she walked up the ramp into the x-jet and disappeared.
"What's up wae (with) her?" Raine sighed but was looking worriedly at where Kitty had been.
"Kurt" came a simultaneous reply from Rogue, Jean and the Professor (whom had just entered the room).
"Oh".
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In a very Urky Warehouse outside town:
It had been perhaps 45 minutes since the blue fuzzy thing had went unconscious and although admitting it, as a bad guy was probably a criminal offence, Gambit was worried. He pulled his metal pole weapon round from behind his back and poked the kid lightly- just to shift him.
They were in a warehouse just outside town. It seemed like a good idea at the time and it was definitely safe from 'normal' people.
He'd knocked the kid out but then afterwards he'd needed to get out of that stupid alley without waltzing through a town with an animal slung over his shoulder causing an hysteria, so Gambit had dutifully driven his van up to the alley entrance and half dragged the kid into it. Still edgy about contact. The idea of being turned into a blue gambit didn't appeal.... it might be contagious.
Then he drove.
And drove.
Until he was relatively far away from the scene of the crime. Not that anyone would be looking for a fuzzy demon but it was simply caution.
Now Gambit was bored. He sat on an empty upside down crate and played with his deck of cards, putting them in a deliberate order. It was dark with occasional beams of light escaping into the room between the old wooden boards that formed the warehouse.
Every so often he'd try and wake the kid up with a light nudge with either his foot or his prided weapon.
The kid- Gambit mused as he looked at the oddidity in the room- had Dark blue, elf ears and a tail- the tail with a triangular shape- nice touch for a demonic appearance.
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Kurt was hungry. That was his first thought. Kurt couldn't move. This could not be good. Kurt was hungry.
He tried to move but that was quite impossible with his arms tied behind his back and his legs tied. He'd been chained like some kind of animal.
Kurt was in pain.
Then he heard that damn familiar voice, "Don't move, mon ami".
Kurt opened his eyes and looked up into the reddish eyes of the stranger who was kneeling over him with some cards.
"Um" Kurt squinted as his night-vision took affect, "hi?" he feebly spoke trying to gain some pathetic control of the situation that was his life.
The red-eyed stranger got up and went back over to his crate, blatantly ignoring Kurt for now.
"I don't suppose you could just let me go, ja? and we could call it a day?" Kurt voice sounded strained.
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The kid sounded like he was in pain, not really surprising since he'd hit the ground pretty hard. In fact it wouldn't really surprise Gambit if a rib had been cracked but then again- It wasn't Gambits concern. He shock his head slightly and mumbled so Kurt wouldn't hear him, "its an animal-not a person!"
"What time is it?" the fuzz-ball had curled into a ball, his tied together hands now pressing against his ribs to somehow support and alleviate the growing difficulty and breathing pain.
'Good point' thought Gambit as he checked his watch.....no good- it had stopped.
"The right time", the stranger Gambit stood up and looked expectantly at the warehouse entrance.
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Raine was in wolf/dog form. She sniffed the alley floor and 'ewwwwww'. This place was full of way too many 'interesting' smells.
Wolverine sensed, more than smelled a brimstone trace.
But still, "No Kurt" Rogue looked around fidgeting with one of her gloves just in case.
Shadowcat (Kitty) looked over to Wolverine, waiting for a theory, anything!
"Looks like he was taken by someone. They knocked him out" Wolverine (Logan) deduced.
"How can you tell?" Iceman (Bobby) asked in a none too hushed manner, shaking the atmosphere.
"Dried blood" Wolfsbane (Raine) concluded out loud as she changed back into human form.
"And the walls taken a lot of damage" Cyclops (Scott) had a hand on the wall and one in a hole where the wall should have been.
"Well, can we follow the trail?" Kitty bit her lip.
"Not so much a trail but perhaps if we locate the getaway car/van then..."
"What's that?" Jean interrupted as she lifted up a piece of paper.
"It's a… playing card?" she concluded after realising shed peeked everyone's undivided attention.
Author: ooooo they're on the trail….kurts in twouble- whoops
Author: yeah I'll apologise in advance for this chapter.....not exactly at my best sweatdrop my proof readers are sorta focused on my original fic..so um..sorry!
Anyways!
Plz review- reviews are good, they're author food...nothing mean...flames scare me or turn me into a right dragon. I also can't imagine that Kurt would be a fan of fire with all that nice fuzz.
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Chapter 4: An Urky Warehouse
They assembled in the hanger, Kitty nervously twirling her hair around her finger- waiting.
After what felt like eternity the rest of the team walked in all geared up in their x-men uniforms, Scott looking as organised as always but concerned at the same time.
"Like- hurry up!" snapped Kitty as she walked up the ramp into the x-jet and disappeared.
"What's up wae (with) her?" Raine sighed but was looking worriedly at where Kitty had been.
"Kurt" came a simultaneous reply from Rogue, Jean and the Professor (whom had just entered the room).
"Oh".
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In a very Urky Warehouse outside town:
It had been perhaps 45 minutes since the blue fuzzy thing had went unconscious and although admitting it, as a bad guy was probably a criminal offence, Gambit was worried. He pulled his metal pole weapon round from behind his back and poked the kid lightly- just to shift him.
They were in a warehouse just outside town. It seemed like a good idea at the time and it was definitely safe from 'normal' people.
He'd knocked the kid out but then afterwards he'd needed to get out of that stupid alley without waltzing through a town with an animal slung over his shoulder causing an hysteria, so Gambit had dutifully driven his van up to the alley entrance and half dragged the kid into it. Still edgy about contact. The idea of being turned into a blue gambit didn't appeal.... it might be contagious.
Then he drove.
And drove.
Until he was relatively far away from the scene of the crime. Not that anyone would be looking for a fuzzy demon but it was simply caution.
Now Gambit was bored. He sat on an empty upside down crate and played with his deck of cards, putting them in a deliberate order. It was dark with occasional beams of light escaping into the room between the old wooden boards that formed the warehouse.
Every so often he'd try and wake the kid up with a light nudge with either his foot or his prided weapon.
The kid- Gambit mused as he looked at the oddidity in the room- had Dark blue, elf ears and a tail- the tail with a triangular shape- nice touch for a demonic appearance.
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Kurt was hungry. That was his first thought. Kurt couldn't move. This could not be good. Kurt was hungry.
He tried to move but that was quite impossible with his arms tied behind his back and his legs tied. He'd been chained like some kind of animal.
Kurt was in pain.
Then he heard that damn familiar voice, "Don't move, mon ami".
Kurt opened his eyes and looked up into the reddish eyes of the stranger who was kneeling over him with some cards.
"Um" Kurt squinted as his night-vision took affect, "hi?" he feebly spoke trying to gain some pathetic control of the situation that was his life.
The red-eyed stranger got up and went back over to his crate, blatantly ignoring Kurt for now.
"I don't suppose you could just let me go, ja? and we could call it a day?" Kurt voice sounded strained.
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The kid sounded like he was in pain, not really surprising since he'd hit the ground pretty hard. In fact it wouldn't really surprise Gambit if a rib had been cracked but then again- It wasn't Gambits concern. He shock his head slightly and mumbled so Kurt wouldn't hear him, "its an animal-not a person!"
"What time is it?" the fuzz-ball had curled into a ball, his tied together hands now pressing against his ribs to somehow support and alleviate the growing difficulty and breathing pain.
'Good point' thought Gambit as he checked his watch.....no good- it had stopped.
"The right time", the stranger Gambit stood up and looked expectantly at the warehouse entrance.
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Raine was in wolf/dog form. She sniffed the alley floor and 'ewwwwww'. This place was full of way too many 'interesting' smells.
Wolverine sensed, more than smelled a brimstone trace.
But still, "No Kurt" Rogue looked around fidgeting with one of her gloves just in case.
Shadowcat (Kitty) looked over to Wolverine, waiting for a theory, anything!
"Looks like he was taken by someone. They knocked him out" Wolverine (Logan) deduced.
"How can you tell?" Iceman (Bobby) asked in a none too hushed manner, shaking the atmosphere.
"Dried blood" Wolfsbane (Raine) concluded out loud as she changed back into human form.
"And the walls taken a lot of damage" Cyclops (Scott) had a hand on the wall and one in a hole where the wall should have been.
"Well, can we follow the trail?" Kitty bit her lip.
"Not so much a trail but perhaps if we locate the getaway car/van then..."
"What's that?" Jean interrupted as she lifted up a piece of paper.
"It's a… playing card?" she concluded after realising shed peeked everyone's undivided attention.
Author: ooooo they're on the trail….kurts in twouble- whoops
