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Past Discretions
Chapter Ten
Chaos reigned supreme as the Blackbird flew over the city. Windows were shattered, buildings were starting to crumble, cars were on fire, and people were either fleeing or trapped. Rogue felt her breath catch in her throat; she had lived in orphanages and on the streets, faced Assassins, and worked for a terrorist, but she had never seen such careless destruction. She felt Remy shift against her, and she knew that he was awed, too.
Logan cleared his throat. At first glance, he didn't seem much affected by the state of the city, but those who looked closer at his eyes would notice feral animal stirring within. He gave brusque orders. "Shadowcat, Nightcrawler, Jean; you protect the people, try to get the trapped and wounded out. Everyone else, take out the morons. Got it?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Good."
He touched the Blackbird down on a hopefully stable rooftop, hit the ramp button, and charged down, hopping off the building to the havoc below.
Rogue panted as she twisted and turned, avoiding Psylocke's glowing purple blades. This was the first time she had faced the purple-haired Asian, but the southerner had seen Psylocke's victims – eyes that stared into the distance, some corpse-like in their dullness, others terror filled, and some people just unconscious, twitching on the ground.
Aiming a high kick, Rogue caught the Asian's chin, sending her stumbling back. Rogue followed after, taking advantage of Psylocke's moment of weakness to take the offensive. Blows rained down, too many for Psylocke to block but she still tried, her psy-blades disappearing. Finally, Rogue's bare hand caught the Acolyte's wrist, a rush of power and thoughts went through her. Psylocke slumped to the ground.
Rogue pushed her hands to her temples, trying to settle down Psylocke's roiling memories and the thoughts of those around her.
Shoving Betsy Braddock's psyche to the back of her mind, the southerner strode off, further into the battle, psy-blades emerging from her hands, ready to end the chaos destroying downtown New York.
I am terribly sorry for the horribly long wait, but I haven't really been inspired. At all. So, for the last couple months all I've done is go through old writing to proof-read.
Due to my constant late updates and lack of inspiration, I've been thinking of putting this story up for adoption. So, if anyone would like to take this over, PM me. If not, don't worry, I'll continue my sloooooooooooow updates.
Thanks.
