A/N Hey guys, so luckily I'm not so bad with my updates now. Finally managed to get my updates under control thank goodness!
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"You're not even going to bother are you?" I asked, slipping the shirt over my head so I could glare at my stubborn lover.
Logan winced almost unnoticeably, "I will, I just have to wait for the right time," he protested weakly, "and I barely see Victor as it is so..." he trailed off, sending me an apologetic smile before pulling his boots.
Apparently before Logan came to find me yesterday he was roped into looking at some cars with Scott. Apparently the father-to-be was taking his role very seriously and was intent on finding the perfect family friendly—yet stylish—car. I chuckled as I remembered the slight shock and hesitance on Logan's face when he informed me this morning.
"What are you getting up to today?" he asked suddenly, shocking me out of my thoughts as his warm hand encompassed mine.
I blinked and looked down at his large hand, smiling as it dwarfed my own, "I don't know," I replied honestly, "probably anything that needs to be done around the house, now that Jean's pregnant everyone's going to be tiptoeing around her," I reminded him, "which means everything ranging from boxes to books are going to be too heavy and dangerous for the baby," I added, mumbling as I held Logan's hand to my cheeks, feeling the calloused skin.
"So should I expect the Christmas tree to be up and what not?" he chuckled, watching me with big chocolate eyes.
I cocked a brow, "you expect me to lug around a tree before spending an hour dangling pretty bobbles on the leaves?" I asked him sarcastically.
He smiled in response before moving to reach around me, his eyes set on the large brush resting on the vanity, "you have a few knots in the back of your head," he explained, "I'll get them," he offered.
I sighed but let him run the brush through my hair, savouring the gentle strokes and the heat I felt at my back. His hands made quick work of the tangles and he dropped the brush back on wooden vanity, kissing the top of my head before grabbing his jacket and slipping his arms through it. I got a quick goodbye before he hurried out the door, shooting me a quick smile.
I sighed when the door closed behind him, his loud footsteps echoing down the hall as he hurried to meet Scott in the garage. No matter how passionately Logan claimed to dislike Jean's partner he was quite obviously lying. In his own Logan-y way he treasured the tentative but surprisingly tight knit friendship he had with Scott. Although they argued and teased each other relentlessly, their actions reminded me of brothers.
"Hey Ivy?" Storm's voice broke my revere, making my head snap up.
"Storm?" I asked shocked, shifting on my feet slightly, "uh how are you feeling?" I inquired, moving forward.
She blinked, "huh? Oh uh much better thanks," she told me sending me a blinding smile, "I was just wondering if you wanted to do a simulation in the danger room? I've got to much energy," she joked.
I frowned, "are you sure? I mean you were just sick..." I trailed off, waving my hands around pathetically.
Storm nibbled on her lower lip, "I'm sure, I just... I mean I was cooped up in bed and I just want to run and create a few storms," she laughed, a hand coming up to comb through her short cropped hair.
I nodded in understanding, "I know how you feel," I told her, rolling my eyes, "so uh sure let's go, what did you have in mind?" I asked, quickly looking down to see if I was wearing appropriate clothing.
Meh jean shorts and a cream coloured shirt with decals. We're good.
"Uh, maybe if we do a simulation about endurance?" she offered as I shut my bedroom door close behind me, "we find ourselves in rocky terrain running from enemies who are too strong for us to face?"
I nodded, pursing my lips, "I like it," I complimented, "do we have to stay together?" I asked, wondering if it would be possible for me to pick the enemies off one by one while they focused on catching the quick woman by my side. If they weren't too powerful that is.
"Yes," Storm nodded, "and no changing forms, we won't have time to slow down so it'll be too dangerous..." she trailed off thoughtfully.
I smiled, "good thinking, I guess I have to rely on my clumsy feet," I joked, waving one of said feet in the air mockingly.
Storm gave a courtesy laugh, "well you're screwed," she told me, turning to give me an a thousand kilowatt smile, "I'll be sure to speak of your sacrifice at the funeral."
I cocked a brow, "how?" I asked, smirking, "you'll be the one in the box."
She chuckled as we travelled down to the more secluded part of the mansion, "will I now? We'll have to see about that," she mused.
I shook my head and followed her, moving towards the room I had come to hate but love at the same time. Mostly because of the fond memories I had with Logan there... and his lips... and muscles...
"Hey earth to Ivy?" Storm chanted a hand waving in front of my face impatiently.
I widened my eyes as I looked over to her, smiling, "I'm alright," I said waving her hand away, "so... should we start?" I asked, moving to stand in the centre of the white room.
She nodded and went back out the door, moving to set up the stimulation we wanted. I looked down at my feet as the white ground turned grey and rough, sharp points digging into the soles of my feet painfully. I grimaced and shifted, moving on to a flat piece of stone before allowing my head to rise, eyes gazing around the changing terrain.
The sky became infested with storm clouds that could rival Ororo's before half dead trees sprouted from the ground, blocking most of my view. I bit my lip as the dead terrain screamed back at me, danger basically painted onto every rock and leaf in sight.
Storm came up behind me, "we have twenty seconds before hostiles spawn," she said absently, her own eyes scoping out the landscape.
"What are we up against?" I asked curiously, following her lead and looking around in more detail now that the scene was set.
She smirked, "nothing good," was all I got back before I heard a rumbling.
We both turned to face the stone cliff behind us, watching as the stone pulsed out of the ground, forming half a dozen shapes before colour and detail finally set in. I widened my eyes as I stared at the jackal headed men clutching large double headed axes and blades, snarling and biting at the air. They had large lupine bodies and looked food deprived and darkly coloured. I widened my eyes when I realised they were roughly taller than someone on a horse; which meant they were that much taller than me.
I nibbled on my lower lip, "what the hell have you been reading lately?" I gasped, wondering where the idea for such twisted animals came from.
"Egyptian mythology," she said back, a large grin painting her features, "I based them off the God of Death," she informed me.
I nodded, "Anubis," I remembered, "you are one twisted individual," I noted, backing away as the warriors in front of me started advancing, their snarls echoing off the walls and sounding long after their jaws closed.
"I'll take that as a compliment," Storm breathed, bright eyes glued to the movements of our enemy.
"We can't outrun them, not on open ground like this, we need to get to those trees if we want to survive this," I mumbled, jumping slightly when a bark reached my ears.
"I stimulated an old temple somewhere in said trees," Storm said and I tuttered looking over at her and frowning, "what?" she asked, shrugging one shoulder.
"I don't know, that just sounds so cliché!" I exclaimed, narrowing my eyes at a particularly nasty looking... jackal-head-boy, "feel like I'm on temple run or something," I said with a large smile.
Storm looked sheepish, "I may or may not have been playing that on my phone while bed ridden," she muttered with a small smile tugging at her lips.
I threw my hands in the air, "have you no originality?" I demanded before one of the creatures dove forward, courageous from the sudden movement I'd made.
I squealed and moved back, almost falling on my ass before I spun on my feet, skipping along the stones in my hurry to reach the trees. I heard Storm laugh from beside me and I turned slightly watching as she ran with a smile on her face. Did she honestly find this amusing?
Damn.
"Hey Storm?" I puffed, shouting over the wind rushing past my ears.
"Yeah?" she grunted, vaulting over a fallen log as we heard—and felt—heavy footsteps closing in.
"We can't actually..." I gasped as a tree whipped past me, slicing through my shirt, "we can't actually get hurt by those things can we?" I asked suddenly frightened of what those things could do if they caught me or Storm.
"Uh well," she grunted again, almost falling if it hadn't been for my hand on her elbow, "yes, and you'll feel the pain and all but it's all an illusion remember," she struggled to say while running.
"So I'll have my guts ripped out but it's all in my head?" I said sarcastically, tripping over my own feet when Storm called out, her slim finger pointing at a moss covered stone wall.
I felt my heart leap at the possibility of safety before I remembered the fact that these things were huge and had more on their side. I puffed as we hurried forward, practically feeling the creatures' hot breath on the back of our necks. I didn't know you could really do that, stimulate a creature of your own creation. How would you?
Storm called out, signalling that she had found a way in. I banked towards her, hating the way we were separated by a few dead, hanging branches.
"Here!" she cried, grabbing my arm and flinging me through an old wooden door.
And I mean through.
"Ah!" I screamed, tears watering my eyes as I struggled to my feet. I had been hurt in the danger room before but my wounds were always gone by the time I remembered them and I always thought my gifts had helped the healing process. But if what Storm says is true, the pain I'm feeling now is an illusion... and so is the blood coating my fingertips.
"What are you sitting around for?" Storm snapped, her hands roughly grabbing my upper arms as she dragged me down the daunting hallway in front of us.
As we ran I looked behind us, expecting to the jackal headed monsters hot on our tail. But I was meet with an empty and damp stretch of stone, "where are they?" I stammered, my feet flying across the floor.
"Too big to get through the door," she panted, slowing down as we reached a door, hands instantly flying out to bang against the wood.
I raised a brow at her and joined in, "what?" she complained when I rolled my eyes, "I had to give them a weakness," she defended.
I nodded in understanding, scoffing and moving Storm back from the door. She frowned at me as I backed up too, turning before I charged at the door, relying on my weight and brute strength to smash it open. Thankfully the door caved under the pressure and I fell to the floor, my gaze flying to the end of another long stretch. No hostiles.
"We're clear," I grunted, standing and jogging down the hall.
Storm quickly ran to my side, gaze flying around before she stopped, disbelief colouring her features when she saw the multiple doorways and turnoffs, "What the hell! I asked for a damn temple not a maze," she yelled at no one in particular.
I growled under my breath, "Think I got enough time to change now?" I wondered absently, eyes staying glued to one door in particular. I frowned, slowly moving forward; something was behind there...
The door flew open, shards and splinters cutting into my face as I flew back. When I looked back I saw two of the warriors, fighting each other to get through the door first. I grabbed Storm as one shouldered his way through, dragging her into the first door I could.
I slammed the door behind us, eyes flying around, looking for a way to lock the door even if it was only temporary. Storm was panting as I placed an iron bar through the large bar lock, begging it to hold as I looked for a way out.
"Shit, I feel like I made those things too powerful," she shuddered, jumping as growling could be heard on the other side of the door, before banging echoed through the room.
I nodded, "you think?"
Hey guys there yah go, and yes there is a reason for the long danger room session. One its filler but its' also plot and two I really like Egyptian gods and the like (my mum's a Egypt nerd, we have relics scattered around the house) and my favourite is Anubis, not because he is the God of Death but because he has the head of a jackal. I fell in love with his "warriors" when they starred in one of my favourite movies when I was a kid.
The movie was The Mummy Returns is you're wondering. I watched it so much I wore the disc out, I can practically say it word for word. Look up what the Anubis warriors from the movie look like and you'll understand what they look like
-Taila