An Endless Fate

by Passion-For-Danger

Ava and Alexis are half-sisters who have been hunted by Magneto for their powers. They hold the power of life and death in their hands. Cynical, tough Ava ends life and sweet, innocent Alexis gives it. Each sister is as different from the other as night from day, but they stick together. Always. And they end up at Charles' school. This is their story. Warren/OC Logan/OC.

7. Chapter 7 - Ava

Sometimes I got overprotective.

Okay, okay. Often, I got overprotective. And I knew it bugged Alexis. But I couldn't help it. For years, it had been just her and me. For years, my sole responsibility was to know where she was and what she was doing every hour of every day. How was I supposed to protect her if I didn't know where she was?

That's right. I couldn't.

She didn't know about the things I did to protect her when we were travelling about. I kept her in the dark; she was too gentle to be able to handle it. Too sweet to understand the way people could hurt other people. And I just wanted her to sleep properly at night, to dream of better things. Not to spend half the night in fear of the men in the shadows, and the other half dreaming of scary things. Maybe I should've told her more, trusted her more.

But parents didn't tell their children the scary things of the world, and I wasn't going to with Alexis. I didn't tell her how many times it'd been a close call, how many times Magneto's men had almost caught us. How many times I felt eyes on us. How every conscious moment I felt like prey. Hunted.

It was like when you played chase as a kid. And you ran and ran, your friend right behind you, chasing. You had to move had to keep out of reach. And just as they caught you, the panicked, almost frightened feeling would swap your chest for a second and you would scream. Even though it was just a game. Even though it was your friend chasing you. Even though you played the game all the time. And you would fight to get free, yanking and pulling.

It was like that, except, darker. And far more serious. They weren't our friends. It wasn't just a game. It was survival. And that panic-y, frightened feeling was a constant; I always felt it. Like there was someone right behind me, following me. Chasing me. Reaching for me. And you instinctively arched your back to put a bit more space between you. It was a horrible feeling.

How could I inflict it on my little sister, who trusted me to look after her?

So I didn't tell her. I didn't tell her about the ambush in Arkansas. I didn't tell her that the reason it took me two days to come back to her in Nevada was because I had been caught, drugged and hauled away, kept in an abandoned warehouse for twenty-four hours while they 'questioned' where my sister was. I didn't tell her that the friend we made in North Carolina happened to be working for Magneto to lead us unknowingly to him, and that was why we'd had to leave her behind; that was why after that, we didn't make friends. I didn't tell her the real reason for the bruises and cuts on my skin.

And I couldn't blame her when she thought we were perfectly safe. I couldn't blame her when she wanted to stay a little while longer in a town, when she wanted to make friends, maybe go to school. Because she didn't know. And I wasn't going to tell her.

And she didn't know that the only reason I agreed to the possibility of going to a safe place for mutants, was because I knew Magneto was close that time. And he was getting pissed that we evaded him, that we were off the radar for periods of time. And God, it was so exhausting, to be strung so tight, to always feel that at any second, if I wasn't properly alert, if I didn't check, then we could be grabbed, taken. And the years of being hunted would be for nothing. One minutes worth of mistakes because I'd dropped the ball, and it'd be my fault.

So we'd gone to Charles Xavier's school, and it seemed… safer. Being in one spot meant that eventually, Magneto would find us. He would know where we were, and we'd be sitting ducks. But it was safer than being on our own, and Alexis needed stability. She needed to make friends and laugh. I didn't mind being by myself, I didn't mind doing my own thing. But Alexis needed people. She was life, and she needed to be around it. Immersed in it.

And she liked it here. She liked the people. She made friends, as easily as breathing, like I knew she would. And I knew she wanted to stay. I didn't know what to do; I was torn between wanting to let go of the hunted feeling, to relax and get comfortable the way Alexis had, and remaining on alert, ready to be invaded and attacked at any moment. I didn't know if I could trust these people. I didn't know if they were secretly working for Magneto. I didn't know if I could trust this place to be safe for us. And it was so hard to know what to do, that I the only thing I knew I could do was just make sure Alexis was safe here. For a little while, anyway.

And here she was, about to go on a mission. She thought the world was safer than it was. She thought she'd be fine. She thought I was too suspicious of everything, too overprotective. And that was my fault again, because she didn't know. She didn't know I had every right to be suspicious; to me, it was being cautious. And for the past however many years, all I had known was to survive. To keep my sister safe. Of course I was going to be overprotective.

But this was really Logan's fault. He was the one who needed a hacker. He was the one who would put her in danger. He was the one who would take her without even telling me. She wasn't even legal yet, and I was her guardian. I made decisions like that for her. And what if I hadn't found her, if I didn't know she was going on a mission, and while she was gone, she was caught? Or worse? What would I do? She'd never been taken before and I couldn't cope if she was. I wouldn't know what to do. I wouldn't know how to handle it.

Logan didn't understand that. No one did.

And then there was Logan himself. He was a problem. I could read Alexis so well, and I knew she liked him. The big, burly, snarky, haunted man who was much older than her and who would probably cause her pain. She deserved someone better than him. Someone whole. And he was a guy. If Alexis came onto him, as if he'd refuse her. Alexis was beautiful. She was. She didn't even know it, but she was. And I had seen the look of male appreciation on Logan's face. He was no good for her. She didn't know it, but I did, and I couldn't just stand back and let Alexis get hurt. Besides the huge age gap, Logan was almost an opposite of Alexis. He wouldn't be able to understand her, and would eventually hurt her.

And every time I tried to make sure nothing would ever happen between them, Alexis got angry at me. I couldn't blame her. And it wasn't fair of me. I needed to step back and stop interfering. But so help him God, if he tried to take her on a mission again without consulting me first, without telling me so I could go as well, or if he hurt her. I had never been afraid of people bigger than me, and Logan was easily twice my size. His intimidation act, an alpha marker, didn't work on me. I didn't sway to his authority. He didn't scare me. I had been looking after myself and Alexis long enough to not buckle and crawl up into a ball when someone was threatening and danger was possible.

"You ready?" Warren asked, pulling me from my thoughts, and distracting me with his dazzling smile; part boyish, part rueful, part teasing. Yep. It was dazzling and distracting. And, of course, he locked his intense blue eyes on mine; they were warm enough to melt the ice caps.

I threw him an are-you-talking-to-me? look, eyebrows raised, that pretty much summed it up. His smile became a wolfish grin.

"Point taken," he nodded.

We were lined up as the ramp lowered down. Alexis stood to my right, and Warren was on my left. Logan appeared at Alexis' other side, handing out ear pieces, and I hooked it up.

Logan's low, rough voice crackled through the communication device, "Testing. Check in."

"Angel," Warren said beside me, his voice also coming through clearly in the ear piece. I snorted a little; angel? It was a good fit considering he had white, deliriously fluffy wings which meant he could fly. And he was nice and polite, but could also fight, like a warrior. Angels were warriors after all.

Apparently 'check in' was like roll call; you said your code name while also checking the ear pieces were working. After a pause, I held down the button on the device and said, "Persephone."

I was definitely keeping that name. Queen of the Dead. That was awesome. She was also the goddess of spring, but I figured I'd ignore that less kick-ass part of her and focus on the whole ruling the dead thing. I looked at Alexis and she bit her lip, frowning. Then, "Spirit."

I nodded, before looking away. I was still irritated that she had to even have a code name. Alexis had her things: she liked cooking; she liked music, playing the guitar, piano, singing. And this, going on missions to potentially dangerous places, was not a part of that list. And I wanted to keep it that way.

We walked down the ramp, and I got the feeling we were presenting a unified front against whatever we were facing. It was a tall, square, multi-level building, near a small river embankment where the jet/plane was resting.

"Here's the plan," Logan said lowly as his eyes quickly and critically swept over the building, eyeing all of it, analyzing it easily. I wondered how many of these kinds of missions he had been on, for it to come to him so easily. "Persephone, Spirit, you go - ,"

He didn't get to finish what we were supposed to do, because he was shot in the back of the head. His body dropped heavily to the ground, unmoving. Panic surged up my chest, and a harsh breath sucked down my throat. Alexis let out a high pitched scream, reaching for him, to heal him, to give him life. That was her immediate reaction, to help him. And that was why she shouldn't be going on missions, aside from the obvious danger. She needed to find the source of the bullet first. She needed to think about her safety before she tried to heal someone.

And that's what I did. Beside me, Angel took to the sky quickly to get up high and scan around them better, as my eyes darted around, crouching low to the ground. We needed cover, we needed to get back inside the plane. One of the windows of the building, up high, was open. I saw a glint, like moonlight hitting metal. A gun. Maybe a sniper was sitting up there, readying the gun to shoot at them again.

"Angel!" I shouted, and he glanced down at me. The span of his wings was magnificent, and he blocked out the moon above me. I pointed to the room. He had to get down. From that window, the gun owner had a perfect view of us. We were sitting ducks. Angel was a flying one. And with so many white feathers, he easily stood out in the dark of the night. "Get down! Sniper!"

As I said it, he started twisting and flying about in the air, ducking and swerving to avoid bullets as they rained down on him, moving so fast I couldn't even see them. Instead, it was like he was performing some sort of air acrobatics; a complicated and beautiful dance with the air. I shoved Alexis back up the ramp forcefully, "But Logan!"

"I'll get him," I growled out. "Just get inside."

I grabbed one of Logan's arms, knowing it was impossible for me to lift him by myself. My heart raced, and Warren landed beside me, grabbing Logan's other arm. My rushing blood was loud in my ears, each thump an urgent scream for her to hurry, to move, to stay low; the longer they stayed still, the easier it would be to shoot them. We hauled Logan backwards as a bullet drilled into the earth beside my foot. I jumped back in surprise, my back straining with Logan's weight. Metal laced his bones, so it wasn't a surprise he was so heavy.

The bullet near my foot was a warning. A little further up, and I'd have a hole through my leg. Then I wouldn't be going anywhere.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Move. Move. Move.

"Inside," Warren commanded darkly.

I glared at him. I wasn't going to let Logan lay out here, and I wasn't going to leave him behind. Alexis would kill me. But Warren shoved my hands out of the way, and sharply pulled Logan's body over his shoulder, running up the ramp. Bullets continued to rain down on us, hitting the metal of the plane with sharp pings! I glanced back up at the building. It was odd, but in a twisted sort of way, I wondered if I could die. If a bullet pierced my heart, would I die? No one had shot at death before. And what about life; can you kill life?

I hurried up after Warren in time to see him dump Logan's body on floor, turning around to face the controls of the plane, where Alexis was anxiously staring at them, her hands hovering over them like she was trying to remember how to start it.

Warren took control of the situation easily, his face dark and stormy, his voice hard. It had a do-as-I-say-now edge. "Persephone, check Logan."

I nodded, glancing at Alexis' anxious expression, the panic in her eyes. I knelt down beside Logan, moving his head to the side to see the bullet wound. His dark hair was matted with thick, sticky blood. His head lolled about as Warren started up the plane, the engine a low whirring purr. She noticed something, and froze. Frowning, she leant closer to Logan's head, squinting her eyes. Very slowly, in the middle of the bloodied hair, the bullet was working its way out of Logan's skull. Minimally, it slowly moved out of his skin. No way.

"He's healing!" I shouted, relief colouring my voice.

And then the earth began to shake.

Tiny vibrations at first. Then it got worse. The earth shook, reverberating, tossing them around the inside of the plane forcefully. Earthquake. I smacked into a wall, the back of my head cracking against the metal interior wall. I groaned as I was flung to the other side of the ship before I could recover and regain my balance, my hands leapt out, bracing myself this time. I landed with an oof, and I tried to get up, to go to Alexis. But I couldn't; the shaking of the plane didn't give me time to get a foothold, to get my bearings.

I didn't know what was up or down, left or right, as I tumbled about. My shoulder collided with something hard, and I reached out, grabbing the base of one of the chairs where it was bolted down. I tried using the chair to pull myself up. The rocking of the plane made me unsteady, and every time I started to get up, I fell to the ground. "Get us in the air!"

"I can't!" Warren yelled back, from somewhere near her. She saw a large black mass get thrown past her, moving too fast for her to recognize it properly. Her stomach churned and it threatened to make her re-live her lunch. Another shake sent a flash of blonde towards her, and he slammed right into me. Our legs and arms tangled as we instinctively gripped each other, and he landed on me heavily, knocking the air out of my lungs painfully, before sliding further along the ground, into the wall.

The shaking abruptly stopped.

Warren and I looked at each other, confused. Earthquakes didn't usually stop just like that, did they? Not that quickly; they usually ran out of steam first, right? Our quizzical expressions seemed to match, his face just inches above mine, the weight of his large body pressing mine down. The delicious scent of his aftershave swamped my nostrils. I gasped out, "You're crushing me."

His body was squashing my chest, making it impossible for me to expand my lungs to take oxygen in. He rolled off me, getting to his feet unsteadily, and helping me up. The world still seemed to be spinning, and I was disorientated at my surroundings. "Is everyone o - ,"

Their ship was stormed quickly, the floor vibrating with heavy footsteps, and the sound of feet hitting the ramp. When I saw a metal helmet, I panicked. This was it; Magneto had found, had finally caught us. I wouldn't go down without a fight, and I readied myself, my hands forming fists despite the wave of dizziness that rolled over me. I felt like I was just getting off a really bad rollercoaster, feeling like I was going to throw up. But then I realized it wasn't Magneto; the helmet was different - this one was more like a bowl sitting upside down on his head. A very large, very obese man stomped his way up beside buckethead. A green-skinned, gangly man and a pale woman, with a black circle of what looked like paint around one eye, were beside the other two men a second later.

The woman held a gun up, pointing it at us, and I automatically shifted in front of Alexis protectively, perceiving her as the greatest threat. She may have even been the one shooting at them before. She grinned, "Well, look what we got here."

Like they just happened to stumble across us.

Logan groaned, shifting slightly. My heart soared; with Logan, it was three on four – as if I'd let Alexis fight – and those were much better odds. But then the woman swung the gun around and shot him in the head again. Alexis screamed, and I gritted my teeth.

"Leave him alone!" She shouted, her voice edging on hysteria.

"You," the woman gestured at Alexis. "Come with us."

"Ha!" I let out a bark of laughter, sobering up real quick to let her know I thought she wasn't funny. I moved completely in front of Alexis, bending my knees slightly into a balanced stance, shoulders tensing, readying myself for a fight. "I don't think so. Like fuck you're getting near my sister."

My expression, very clearly, said she'd have to go through me to get to Alexis. My palms got all sweaty; we were, very literally, at gun point. They were in control; they had the power. Whatever they wanted to do, they would do, and there was very little we could actually do about it. But I wasn't going to let them know I knew it.

"Domino, what are you doing?" Warren asked from beside me, shaking his head at the woman. His hands were held up in a don't-shoot way, and he took a half-step forward. I caught the movement, and I hoped he had a plan he was putting in motion. No one was getting near my sister.

So I tried distracting them, hoping that was what he wanted.

"You know this psycho?" I asked incredulously, sending her a venomous glare.

"Get out of my way, or I'll shoot you," Domino snapped at me, ignoring Warren. My chin jutted out.

"Get out of my plane, or I'll make you," I replied in warning.

Domino sighed, "Toad."

It was a command. The green-skinned man grinned, and I shifted nervously to watch him too. But then his tongue shot out; elongated and unnatural, drool slipping along it, giving it a slimy sheen. It wrapped around my waist and jerked me towards him. I yelped before I could stop myself, as he brought me against his body, his tongue unwrapped, leaving behind a layer of slime on my uniform. I gagged, his cool, slimy hands gripping my upper arms in a hard grasp.

"Let her go, Toad!" Warren shouted, stepping towards me, but Domino brought her gun up in warning.

"Don't! Stop!" Alexis shouted, her voice quivering softly. "I'll go with you, just stop!"

"No!" I shouted. No.

Toad grinned down at me, "How you doing?"

I scrunched my nose in disgust, bringing my knee up and hitting him in the groin. He wasn't expecting the sudden movement, and his grip slackened enough for me to pull free from. I spun around, knocking the gun flying from Domino's hands. It clattered against the ground, and I dove for it at the same time as her. I grabbed her reaching wrist, pulling it back, as we grappled on the ground, a jumble of pointed elbows and knees as we fought each other. She shoved me away, spinning to reach for the gun, and I grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back around to land a punch to her jaw. I snarled at her, "Don't make me kill you!"

The gun was the prize. Whoever had that had the power. The control. The earth began to shake again, and behind us, I could hear the sounds of fighting as they tried to stop each other from going to help either one of us. It was hardly a fair fight; three on one.

"What do I do?" Alexis voice screeched. This was why she shouldn't go on missions. She didn't know how to fight; she knew basic self-defense from what I taught her, and that was it. she didn't know how to fight, fight. She couldn't hold her own in violent confrontation. She yelled, and I heard her scuffle with someone. The fat man. She was smaller, faster. She could get away. But if he got a good hold on her, she wouldn't be going anywhere. I hope she realized that, and tried to run rather than use those defense moves on him. they required that she get close to him in the first place, and that was bad.

Alexis couldn't size up her opponent like me, though.

I was torn; the gun, or my sister? The gun or my sister?

The gun. The gun was the only way to help my sister. I jerked my knees up, rolling us over so I straddled Domino, my hands coming down to press on her throat. Knock her unconscious; it was my only chance. But her hands came up to my throat as well, and it became a test of who could hold out the longest. She squeezed my throat, her steel-like fingers digging into my skin. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Without air, my arms got weaker, my face turning red, mirroring Domino's.

"I've got her!" A voice called. It was male, and unfamiliar, so it was one of Domino's companions. And the 'her' was obviously Alexis. Domino's elbows came down on mine sharply, breaking my grip easily, she tossed me off her. As I scrambled up, they were gone.

"Alexis?" I asked, looking around. Warren was picking himself up off the ground as well. I stumbled down the ramp, my head wildly turning, looking, searching for my sister. I couldn't see them. I couldn't see her.

I'd lost Alexis.

Everything I feared, everything I was worried about on this mission, was coming true. I couldn't protect her. And now she was gone. It was my fault. I spun around wildly to face Warren.

"Where is she?!" I screeched. "Where's Alexis? Where have they taken her?"

His lip was puffy and split, "I don't know."

My heart clenched painfully. No. No. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't have just lost her sister. She couldn't. After everything they'd been through, after all that time running, on the lookout, she was gone in less than a second. And I didn't know where to find her. I didn't even know where to look. I was supposed to protect her.

"ALEXIS!" I screamed, starting into a run. I didn't know if it was the right way to go or not, but I had to do something, I had to find her. She was counting on me. I should never have let her go on this mission.

"Ava, wait - ,"

"ALEXIS!"

"AVA!" Warren grabbed my arm, pulling me to a stop and spinning me around to face him. I blinked, feeling my eyes fill and then spill over, stinging. "Stop. That's not going to help; she's gone. Let's go back to the Blackbird and - ,"

"I have to find her, Warren! She's my sister! My baby sister, and I lost her!"

"You won't find her this way," he said adamantly, his eyes taking in my desperate expression, my wet eyes. I let him lead me back to the plane. How was I going to find her?

My eyes landed on Logan, and I went over to him, shaking him, "Wake the fuck up!"

My anger shifted focus from myself to him. This was Logan's fault. He was the one who needed a hacker. He was the one who insisted Alexis come along.

I grabbed the second bullet protruding from his forehead, pulling it out, to speed up the healing process. I barely noticed the blood smearing on my fingers. Slowly, the hole closed, the skin knitting itself together in a way that made me queasy. After a second, he groaned, shifting slightly. His eyes flickered open and he frowned, "Ava?"

I slapped him across his face. Hard. Smeared blood from my fingers marred his cheek, and I panted. My eyes stung, and I couldn't be held accountable for my actions anymore. I was so angry, my hands shook dangerously.

I glared at him fiercely, "Alexis is gone! She's gone! You bastard! This is your fault!" I slapped him again, my hands moving with a life of their own. "I hate you! I hate you! This is your fault!"

Warren grabbed my hands, restricting me, and pulling me away from Logan as he pulled himself upright. A minute ago, he'd been dead. Now, he was standing up. "What happened?" He growled.

Warren explained quickly, and Ava's legs collapsed on her, her eyes snapping shut. Oh, God. Warren scooped her up and placed her in a chair. Logan pulled out his phone, his expression murderous, as Warren moved to start up the plane for a second time. Logan barked down the line, "Use cerebro and locate Alexis… I don't care, just do it! Call me as soon as you find her."

He angrily paced back and forth as Warren lifted us into the air. I watched him pace.

"You promised we'd be safe," I said, my voice monotonous. Void. "You lied."

"Emma will find her, and we'll get her back," Logan promised roughly. "And the Brotherhood are going to regret setting foot on this jet."

I got up, walking to the front on shaky legs, looking out the front of jet. We were so high up that if I wasn't so all-consumed with worry, I'd have enough room to be scared out of my mind. Warren glanced at me, and ever so slowly, his hand reached over and grabbed mine. His hand was much bigger than mine, rougher, and he rubbed comforting circles with the pad of his thumb.

I waited, tense, for the phone to ring.

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