Chapter Three
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Sword opened her eyes weakly, instinctively knowing she had only a few short moments before she fell back into unconsiousness. She felt the bonds around her fingers, arms and, legs. She found herself staring at a shiny black boot that sat a couple centimetres away from her face. In that boot was a foot, attached to a leg of one of the cursed masked men. He stood in a poorly-formed, clearly inexperienced at-the-ready fighting stance. Sword could tell he would be prancing around the room, if it weren't for his fellow fighters, who stiffly stood scattered around the office. They all seemed young and nervous… except for one. The straight-backed, tall, masked man was obviously the leader of the group, and seemed to have some authority and respect… though definitely not from Sword.
At that moment, the door burst open, and Sword peered over the man's boot, as most of the juniors startled, preparing to fire their heavy black guns.
But it was simply another black man of their own forces.
"Report?" the straight-backed man demanded in a firm voice.
"The mutant hideout has been secured, sir. The remaining mutant beasts have either fled or been safely contained."
"Very good," the leader nodded. "You have done well-"
At that moment, the paper in the room stormed and fluttered about, a chilly breeze sweeping through the professor's office. Sword though she could hear distant thunder, as if down a long tunnel…
A woman with short white hair flew into the room, her black cape flying around her black X-men student. Every single student at Xavier's school knew exactly who she was. Sword was no exception.
Storm.
Lightning crackled in the air as the masked ones drew back. Only the leader remained where he was.
"All of the mutants?" the man raised an eyebrow at the reporter, who barely squeaked in reply.
"Where is he?" the kind, gentle school teacher was gone, replaced by this cold storm of fury.
The straight-backed man didn't even blink. "Who?" He asked calmly, as if this was simply an everyday occurance.
"You know who!" Storm's voice grew more and more powerful with each word. "Professor Xavier!"
The man tilted his head slightly. "The depressing, bald man who turned himself in? Miles away, by now."
Sword rose higher off the floor, the papers flying more furiously. "Where is he?!"
The man clucked his tongue softly. "There's no need to make such a mess."
The lightning flashed brighter.
His eyes gave away a hint of a smile. "I have no idea. It's top-secret."
The thunder was much clearer now, and Storm's eyes glowed brighter. She glared at the man. "We'll find him. We'll find him soon. And then, you and I are going to have a little talk."
Storm turned to leave.
Sword desparately tried to do something, to somehow tell Storm she was there. But the darkness was already closing in, dancing around the edges of her vision.
Storm left.
Sword closed her eyes.
The door closed.
She slumbered.
Wow! I'm fairly pleased with this chapter and how it turned out.
I hope I didn't get Storm all wrong. The version I used was mostly her movie self, with a little comic flair thrown in.
Before anyone asks, I have no idea who that man is. But I love his character, and will use him again.
Please review; it means a lot. I'm writing fanfictions for fun and to try to improve on my writing skills. I can't improve without input!
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