A/N: Here is the sixth chaper. Enjoy. As you probably know now, I have changed the rating to "M" for Language and Violence. And maybe for implied sex later. But I don't know. Maybe. I'm trying to keep Ravyn and Kurt's relationship strained and awkward for the moment because I feel that's how someone would act if they are introduced to a blue demon-looking mutant. So, yeah. That's all I can think of at the moment so please... carry on. R&R.
Disclaimer: So... I was told to write one of these. I do not own X-men: Evo. I am not that awesome.
6.
The first thing that came to Ravyn's mind as the two cars crashed head-on into one another was the fact that she wasn't wearing her seat belt. She felt herself jerked to the front of the car, flying through the gap between the driver and passenger seat.
Unlike Scott and Jean, Ravyn didn't black out after the collision. Her eyes flew open to find herself pressed against the windshield of Scott's car. The impact of her body on the windshield, had cracked it, and a piece of glass had lodged itself into the center of her belly. Lifting herself off the shard of glass, Ravyn got her bearings. Scott and Jean were motionless against the airbags of the car. They sustained blows to their head and face, but they were breathing. Outside the car, a couple of figures steadily headed towards the car.
"Those fucking mutants bumped my fucking car!" one of the figures exclaimed.
"Aww Shit!" Another one laughed. "Let's teach that Summers how to drive."
Panicking as they got closer, Ravyn clamped her hands over her wound and willed herself to heal. Five seconds slowly passed and nothing happened. The world swam in front of her. Reaching over to Scott, she tried slapping his face. "Scott… Scott, you gotta wake up!" she choked out. A fresh flow of blood poured out of her wound. He stirred, but didn't wake up.
Ravyn crawled over him, opened his door, and stumbled onto the road. There were three boys who stood five feet away from her. Through her bleary vision, they all looked identical. They were the same height, at least five inches taller than her. They all were wearing the same red and white jackets and their expression matched each other: hatred.
"You mutants trashed my car!" one of them grabbed Ravyn's shoulder and shook it violently. Ravyn's breathing quickened. She felt a sticky liquid slide down her stomach as her wound refused to close up.
With all of her strength, Ravyn pushed the boy's hand away from her. Reaching behind her back, she pulled out her gun. The world started to spin. All the cars that passed the situation completely ignored it, not wanting to get involved. Half of Ravyn prayed that one of them would call the police while her other half reminded her of her bad history with the law enforcement.
"You… bumped us… jerkoffs!" Ravyn spat out, trying to keep her gun on them. Her legs began to shake and within seconds, she was on her knees.
The three laughed fearlessly, "Awwww, the little mutant thinks it was OUR FAULT?" Ravyn didn't know which boy spoke, but she sensed the sarcasm dripping from his words. Nevertheless, they took a step back when Ravyn aimed her gun expertly at one of the boy's head.
She pulled the trigger. Time seemed to slow for a moment. Behind the boys, she saw a large black van stop behind the boys. She watched as the bullet came to a complete stop in front of the boy's forehead, before it, as well as small twigs and particles of glass started to make a perfect circle around Scott's car.
The boys, obviously scared, took off running. Ravyn dropped her gun and collapsed into someone's arms. "I got her, Scott. Get Jean!"
Through half closed eyes, Ravyn saw Jean, levitated above Scott's car, arms outstretched and palms facing heaven. Her eyes, instead of their familiar green tint, were silver, and luminescent. A small tornado of winds had formed around her, dragging up leaves and pieces of the road. Scott was grabbing at her feet and shouting up to her, trying to get her back down onto land. Ravyn was brought back to the present by Logan applying pressure to her wound.
Ravyn arched her back in pain. "Why am I not healing myself?" She asked Logan, panicked. Logan turned away from her, his senses overcome with blood.
"We've got to get you out of here."
He heaved her up into his arms and sprinted for the black car. Suddenly, Ravyn felt something foreign enter her mind. Ravyn, shoot me. Jean's voice reverberated in her brain. Ravyn's eyes widened in horror. The tornado around Jean became more forceful, picking up both Scott's car as well as the mutant-haters' car. Rogue had made it to Scott and they were both trying to get Jean. Storm, using her power to combat Jean's tornado. By this time, the cars attempting to pass the road stopped their cars and ran on foot away from the situation.
"Logan!" Kitty grabbed Logan by the arm and phased him and Ravyn through a downed telephone pole. She was holding Ravyn's gun.
The van's door was opened by Evan. "The professor is on his way." He stated, glancing nervously at Jean.
Through all of this, Ravyn, who was rapidly losing her senses, could still hear Jean's voice. In addition to begging for help, Jean was also telling her where she could shoot her. Ravyn, please! Help me! Ravyn heard sirens getting closer.
Driven mad, Ravyn grabbed her gun from Kitty, quickly took aim, and fired. The bullet curved into Jean's windstorm and expertly found it's mark: Jean's forehead. Jean's arms fell limply by her side, and Jean fell out of the sky; right into Scott's outstretched arms.
As soon as Ravyn had pulled the trigger, her gun had been twisted out of her grip and she had been forced into the van. Kitty stood over her, tears filling her eyes. Evan, stone faced and silent, expertly took the steering wheel.
Ravyn felt the van move. Being in its enclosed environment calmed her down. It wasn't long before she felt a familiar tingling in her stomach. The pain subsided, and Ravyn forced herself up. Evan was in the driver's seat, silently navigating the van back to the institute. Hearing a metallic click behind her, Ravyn turned to find herself face to face with the barrel of her own gun. "What are you doing?"
"Is this really the only way to reach you?" Kitty's eyes flashed angrily.
"Listen, Kitty," Ravyn said, raising her arm in front of her. She remembered training for situations like this, and knew that the first thing to do was calm the person down. "She told me to-" Her voice faded when Kitty pressed the gun against her neck.
"Don't force me to check the strength of your power," Kitty's eyes shown with determination.
Ravyn stared emotionlessly at Kitty and didn't move from her position on the floor. Evan stopped the car, signaling their arrival back at the mansion. "Let's go," he said, grabbing Ravyn's arm and firmly leading her away from the van. Ravyn didn't struggle; not because of the gun pressed to her back, but because she was tired. Tired of running and struggling.
Evan led Ravyn towards a door she had never seen before. Inside, was a flight of stairs, heading to what she presumed to be a basement. The basement was well-made. A strange, shinning metal lined the ceiling, walls, and floor so that it looked as if they were headed down a long pipe.
Opening a door to his left, Evan pushed Ravyn into the room. One glance inside the room told Ravyn what it was: an interrogation room. The only furniture in the room was a large, rectangular, table and a metal chair. Across from the table and chair was a mirror, from which the assassin knew Evan and Kitty were watching. Sitting in the chair, she waited, staring pointedly at the mirror.
Evan and Kitty silently began a staring contest with their prisoner. "I don't like her. In three days, she's like, hurt Kurt, Jean, and Rogue." Kitty rubbed her closed eyes.
Evan was silent.
"What are you thinking, Evan?" Kitty asked, turning to her friend with concern.
"When I talked to her the night of her… drug incident she was fine. She seemed strange… yes, but almost… normal."
The duo heard heavy footsteps above them, undoubtedly from Wolverine. The sounds of muffled voices quickly passed over them. "I'll check what he wants us to do with the assassin." Kitty expertly climbed up a desk and leapt to the ceiling, phasing through the barrier separating them from the rest of the x-men.
Evan turned back to his prisoner in time to see her quickly wipe something from her eye. She had curled up in a fetal position, hugging her legs to her chest. She placed her forehead on top of her knees, curling up so that she took up the least amount of space possible. Several times he had turned on the microphone to speak to her, only to think better of it and turn it back off.
It wasn't long before Kitty returned. Frowning slightly, Kitty said, "Wolverine wants us to let her out."
Evan was relieved.
Kitty continued. "She saved Jean, apparently. I'll let her out. Wolverine wants you to help with Jean."
Spike took one last look at Kitty before leaving the room. Kitty phased through the wall, keeping a tight grip on the gun she confiscated from Ravyn.
"You're out."
"You know that she told me to shoot her."
"It doesn't matter. You're free." Kitty opened the door and gestured Ravyn to leave.
"You know I'm trying-."
"No, you're not!" Kitty's eyes flashed dangerously. "You totally isolate yourself from us and then expect us to trust you when you get into trouble. You have hurt, like, three of us as well as yourself in the few days we've known you."
Ravyn was silent for a few moments. She walked over to Kitty. She was barely audible when she said "My job for the past two years of my life was to hide out in the open; to be the girl that people see, but don't remember. I can't stand when people look at me and see more than just a person."
"What are you, like, scared that we care about you?"
"It's different."
Kitty's expressioned turned from severe annoyance to a blank, vacant expression. The fact was that she couldn't relate to what Ravyn was telling her, but she had heard the same thing, word for word from another person: Kurt.
She sighed. "It gets better, you know? Just give us a chance."
"I don't know." Ravyn said this thoughtfully, but Kitty interpreted it as a plan to leave the institute.
The first place Ravyn visited after Kitty let her out of the interrogation room was the infirmary. It was a mess. Light objects and medical equipment whirled around in a familiar twister. At the eye of the twister was an unconscious Jean. The Professor, Storm, Rogue, and Evan were all clustered around her. Ravyn tagged Logan as he re-entered the infirmary, carrying a bunch of sketchy-looking bottles.
"Logan, I can-"
"Stay away from me, kid."
"Logan! Logan, please wait. You know I didn't hurt her. I can help her!" She dodged a flying pair of scissors. I can heal her. " By this time, she and Logan had reached Jean's bedside. Logan completely ignored the healer and took his place at the head of the bed, talking with the Professor and bandaging up Jean. Jean looked like she could be sleeping being that her breaths were still even. She had a large bruise on her forehead, and a light trickle of blood seeping from the bruise. The bullet hadn't entered her skull. Ravyn only had a second to look at Jean before Evan grabbed her wrist tightly.
"Ravyn. Ravyn, listen to me. You can't stay here."
"I could help her! Tell Logan I can-"
Evan shook his head, and forcefully pushed Ravyn away. "Please, Ravyn! For once will you just listen?... Look, see Kurt? Stay with him."
Ravyn turned to see the demon leaning against the doorway of the infirmary for support, his golden eyes watching her intently. She had walked right past him. Dazed, and shoved forward by Evan, she made her way to him.
Kurt knew that she was in some form of mental shock when she approached him, her eyes glancing wildly about. "Tell them. I can help. I need to be there."
"No… you don't." Grabbing her arm, Kurt teleported out of the infirmary.
He reappeared outside the institute; in Storm's garden. His shoulder throbbed along with his heartbeat as he teleported. The girl, brought back to reality by the unorthodox transportation, immediately shoved him away. "Don't touch me."
She was back to her old self. Kurt wasn't sure why he missed her arrogant, stubborn voice and the way she reached behind her back, searching for her gun every time she felt threatened.
Looking at her, clean and semi-composed, Kurt took another look at the newest mutant. She had long brown hair that tapered down to her lower back. She had long eyelashes that framed her hard set brown eyes. Her body seemed slightly out of proportions: her legs we very muscular while her arms were skinny and slender. Her skin was perfect; no flaw was permitted on her body because of her healing ability. She could have been pretty if she were raised to be that way. Kurt smirked at her, sitting with his back against a tree trunk. Their current position reminded him so much of their time they spent in the forest.
"You know I'm not going to hurt you." Kurt was calm; a little bit sad for her. "What do you think will happen if I touch you? You will burst into flames?
"Well, what the hell do you want me to think? You're a demon, aren't you?"
Kurt's smile suddenly left his face and he looked down, seemingly interested with the bugs reveling in the dirt beside him. He saw the girl take a seat on one of the benches that Storm had placed in her garden and play with her feet.
"I'm sorry."
Kurt looked up at Ravyn. He had never thought that she would ever say those two words to him, and, by the expression on her face, he noted that, in her life, she had never said those words before. He didn't know what to say to her without risking her offensive comments.
He stood up and took a seat beside her. Ravyn, more out of habit than disgust, turned away from him. He took her soft hand in his large, disfigured one. "So? Where's the fire?"
Her hand was limp in his and her expression was unreadable. He didn't know that her heart had skipped a beat when he had touched her, or that as he held her hand, her heart rate was going at a breakneck speed.
Ravyn stared at her hand, as if waiting for it to sprout blue fur. His fur felt soft and velvety and… different. Ravyn twitched and took her hand out of his grasp. She waited a couple of seconds; waited for her heart rate to go back to normal, before speaking. "Um… Will Jean be alright?"
Kurt stared up into her eyes, his bright gold eyes unnerving her. "From what I heard, Logan was more nervous about you than Jean."
"What?"
"Jean is fine. When she was a young girl, the professor found out that she… she had too much power so he had to lock it away in the back of her mind. Today, a part of that power got loose and was manifested. Because of your bullet, the professor might be able to get into her mind and help her control that part of her."
Ravyn didn't care much about Jean "H-he was worried about me?"
"You're a young mutant just discovering your powers, and an extremely powerful telepathic mutant messed around with your mind-"
"But I can heal her."
"As I said: you're a young mutant just discovering your powers. We don't want to risk hurting anyone."
A heavy silence rested on the two. Ravyn opened her mouth to say something, but then promptly closed it.
Ravyn tried again. "Kurt… right?"
A smile grew on Kurt's face as she used his name for the first time. "Yeah… Ravyn?" He smirked at her.
A shadow of a smile crossed Ravyn's face. "Were you always… uh… the way-"
"Blue, demonic, and furry? Yeah."
Ravyn nodded and looked away from him. For a while they both sat in an uncomfortable silence before Ravyn spoke. "Look, there's something you should know before I-"
"Kurt?" Ravyn was interrupted by Kitty, who had entered the garden through a large stone door. Rogue followed behind her. "Ohmigod, Kurt! You're up and about!" She jumped into his arms, giving him a tight hug.
Even though his shoulder hurt, Kurt grinned at his best friend. "It would take more than that to kill me."
After Kitty let him go, Rogue stepped forward to greet, not hug, her brother. "Where did Ravyn go?"
"She's right here-" Kurt turned, but Ravyn was gone.
