Holla at a playa.
He, he, he.
Kitty unlocked the front door to the house, taking tentative steps forward, as if wary of this environment.
I know I would be if I came back to my house.
"Mom? Dad? Steven?" Kitty called and there was a sudden movement to my right.
I flinched, ready to fight, fists clenched, when I saw it was only a tabby cat.
Logan's claws had unleashed and he was trying to be as quiet as possible to slide them back in.
Probably just as embarrassed as I was.
"Anybody home?" Kitty tried again.
Nothing.
"I guess they're out," John commented in that dull voice of his.
It must take a lot to excite this boy, I thought to myself as we traveled into the living room.
Silence.
It was kinda eerie.
So, we all decided to take a seat in the living room and to wait for Storm or Jean to radio us on Logan's cell phone.
"What's on MTV?" Bobby asked as John and he flopped onto Kitty's couch and switched the television.
Rogue and Kitty traveled upstairs to her bedroom, which left Logan and I to stand around, arms crossed.
"So… what's your name, kid?" Logan gruffed, his eyes narrowing down at me.
"Max. Yours?" I replied sharply.
"Logan."
I nodded, turning my attention away from him.
"What's your power? Telekinesis?"
"Cause we all know how much you love them," John muttered underneath his breath.
Logan gave him a nice slap in the back of the head before I could respond,
"Nope. I can fly."
"Like I said, telekinesis," Logan answered in a "duh" kind of voice.
"No. Like, with wings," I said and he raised an eyebrow.
"Show me," Logan nodded, eyes searching over my back to expect them to come leashing out like his claws.
I shrugged and slipped off my hoodie, revealing my shirt with rips in the back of it.
I stood in an area of the living room that I guessed would have enough room and shook my wings out, stretching them out to their full length.
Which was about thirteen feet long, just incase you were wondering.
"Whoa," Bobby muttered as I swished them around, grinning from having them crammed this whole week.
"Like I said, you really need to-" Rogue stopped mid-sentence to gape.
"Those things are so fucking cool!" Kitty awed and received a low rumble from Logan, referring to her language.
"Oh, sorry, Logan. But aren't they awesome? They're like coffee and cream mixed together," Kitty described as I began to grow uncomfortable under everyone's gaze.
John just blinked, wearing the same expression, but I could see from the look in his eyes that he was amazed too.
"Nice," Was all Logan said, keeping it short and simple.
But with my hawk-vision, I could detect the slightest uplift of his mouth.
AKA: A smile.
From Logan.
Suddenly, a loud ringing noise escaped from Logan's pocket.
"Hello?"
I could hear from the other end also,
"Hey, Logan," It was Jean.
"Oh, hi, Jean. Where are you guys at?"
The teenagers were winking at each other, nudging Bobby in the ribs, as they watched Logan peculiarly.
I didn't see what the big deal was. Jean already had a… oh.
"Just outside of Boston. How many kids do you have with you?"
"Bobby, Rogue, Kitty, John, and Max," Logan replied, now getting down to business.
"Do you know about the rest of the kids? Are they all right?" A voice appeared on the line that I had never heard before.
Storm, I was presuming.
"Haven't got any word on them. Hank took the rest of them. Some with Stryker," Logan winced slightly at this.
Great. Another psycho in the world having kids in his power.
No idea what he was going to do with them.
"All right. We'll be there in about… three minutes," Jean was back on the phone again and Logan nodded,
"See ya then. Bye."
"Three minutes?" I gawked.
"Fast jet. Best one out there," Logan muttered before flipping open the phone to do something.
"It'd be a shame if we lost it, too. That thing's worth over one million dollars," Bobby informed me.
For some reason, in the back of my mind, I knew he shouldn't have said that.
But I didn't know why then, and I guessed I would find out later.
Soon, the sounds of a jet could be heard and we all flew out the front door.
My eyes grew wide as the gigantic black jet landed right in front of us, unleashing a ramp.
Jean and a dark-colored woman with white hair-Storm- were on board, talking to each other about something.
I registered the words "can't figure out where they are" and "he'll be fine".
Jean just shook her head, placing both hands on her temples, and concentrated.
"Where's the Professor? And Scott? You didn't take them with you?" Bobby asked and Storm shook her head in that way that said "not now".
Oh.
Jean slammed her hands down on the controls, accidentally bringing back the ramp before Logan had made it into the jet.
"Ouch," He jumped as the edges caught his jeans.
"Sorry," Jean mumbled and directed the jet upwards.
And just like that, we were flying high.
"Where are we headed?"
I stared out the window as I saw two black forms in the distance.
"What's tha-" I was about to ask what they were, when a large explosion ripped open the top of the jet.
Someone screamed as Bobby cried,
"ROGUE!"
AN: LOL. Rogue couldn't fasten her belt AGAIN! Shame, shame, shame. (inside joke)
I panicked, knowing that I had no other choice than to get her, as I spread open my wings and slipped through the gaping hole.
I saw Rogue's form in the distance and I narrowed my eyes, flying into super-speed that got me there in over two seconds.
Rogue grabbed onto me as I headed back over to the jet.
Suddenly, some type of missile erupted from two black jets below me, heading toward the X-Jet.
They slammed into it and the jet began to loose altitude.
Fast.
I flew, Rogue in my arms, as I watched as the rest of the X-Men dropped down to their grave markers.
Where's Superman when you need him?
AN: Blah. I hate Superman. But the timing was perfect and so were the words.
But that's life.
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