Okay, got something weird coming up in the next few chapters. I dunno, I think I might rewrite it. What do you guys think?
As soon as they were all on board the jet, it took off, blasting towards Australia.
Lori kept fidgeting the whole way there, wondering what she'd say when she showed up on her parents door step after so much had happened.
Well, she knew what she'd say to her father… how about, What the hell did you do to my mother, you selfish bastard?
To her mother… well, she'd have to see if she was alright first, before she decided what she'd say.
Piotr grabbed her hand, to stop her from tapping her fingers against the armrest and further agitating herself.
"It's okay." He said. "We all here for you. Just… stop tapping your damn fingers. It's annoying us all." He grinned to let her know that she wasn't really annoying anyone, and that he was just having a go at her.
"How about you have something to eat?" he said. "We've only got rations, but you must be hungry. I think our lasagna's still waiting in the caf."
That brought a small smile out of her.
"Maybe later. For some reason, I'm just not hungry." Lori said, squeezing his hand.
"You should eat something. It won't help your mother if you collapse from not eating." He said, his eyes serious.
"Piotr, I no hungry. You understandy?" she asked in a simple voice, mocking him.
"Don't worry, babe, I'll catch you if you faint." Piotr said, grinning.
"Babe!" Lori said, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't know we were up to the objectifying part of the relationship."
Piotr reached across and ran his hand down her face, caressing it.
"You know I was only joking, trying to lighten up your mood, you know, seeing as you're so grumpy." Piotr said, grabbing her hand, and holding it tight.
"Well, right now," Lori said, squeezing his hand back, "I don't need to lighten up, I need to see my mother, and make sure she's alright. And if she isn't, I need to make sure that my father is not able to hurt anyone else."
"Well, try not to think about it to much. If you centre on it too much, you'll just wear yourself out."
"You're right. I'm just…I don't know what to feel." She said, putting her head in her hands and giving way to angry sobs.
Piotr undid his seat belt, then undoing hers, folded her into a hug for the second time that day. Giving in, Lori allowed Piotr to be her life line for the moment.
She fell asleep that way, waking when Scott announced that they were coming up over sydney airport. Once they had landed, Lori was out of the plane, and making her way to the airport.
Piotr and Scott called for her to stop, but Lori was out the door of the terminal in no time.
Luckily, her family lived close to the airport, on the outer regions of the city.
It seemed like the cab ride took forever, but as soon as she got out of the car she paused.
How would she confront HIM?
Reviewing her options she decided to can the reconnaissance, and just storm into the apartment, claws out.
Unleashing them, she stormed into the building, pushing past the door man, and running up the stairs. If she was in the elevator, they could stop it, and Lori felt that she couldn't have any delays.
Pushing past people, she heard the fire alarm in the building go off. There wasn't any fire that she could tell, but she bet someone set it off because of her. They probably figured that since there was a mutant in the building, that she was there to kill everybody. But no, she only wanted to kill one person. Soon droves of people were hurrying down the stairs at her, but she was only concerned in one. And there he was, running down the stairs at her. The water spouts on the roof went off, soaking through to her skin.
Her and her father locked eyes, and he started running back up the stairs as people began to shy away from her.
The cry's of 'MUTANT' went up, as people stopped coming down the stairs. They all stood there, staring at her. The only sound made was that of the water sprinklers.
People at the back started yelling.
"Whats the hold up! This is a fire alarm, get your butts down the stairs." An angry voice sounded by the stairs.
Someone pushed at the back, and in result, a little boy at the front fell down, almost being impaled on Lori's claws. In an instant, she had them sheathed, and had caught the little boy, moving up the stairs to hand him back to his mother.
She shuddered away from her, but grabbed her baby back from her, shying back into the crowd.
"I'm not here for anyone except my father." She pointed to him, her gaze furious. "The rest of you should probably get out of here."
Stalking up the stairs, she grabbed her father by his collar and shoved him against the walls, her claws sticking into his neck, but not quite drawing blood.
"I suggest the rest of you go now. The fire alarm was for me, there's no real fire." Lori said, her voice low.
When all the rushing people had ran down the stairs and all that were left were her father and herself, she slammed him down on the stairs.
"Where's Mum?" she asked, her eyes dangerous.
"Up, upstairs." He said, panicked.
"What did you do to her?" she screamed, slamming his head against the stairs.
"Nothing." He said, stuttering. She angled her claws where he would see them and started to dig into his throat.
"I just knocked her around a little. She was unconscious when I left the apartment." He said, his voice a little choked.
She stood up, taking him with her. Throwing him down the stairs, she ran up the stairs, not knowing the state her mother would be in when she found her.
Turning the door handle, she found the door to the apartment locked.
That bastard locked my mother in here when there was a fire drill? She thought, her stomach twisting in disgust.
She sliced the lock off her door, and kicked it open. Running from room to room, she finally found her mother in the walk in robe, tyed up. There were bruises all over her face, and she was still unconscious.
Running to her, she knelt down beside her, undoing the gag in her mouth and untying her bonds.
"Mum, oh god." She said as she felt around for a pulse. She found it, but it was very faint.
"Oh mum," she said, over and over again, cradling her mother in her arms. She was breathing shallow, but it was there. It was there.
The Xmen bounded up the stairs, all saturated because the sprinklers had only just turned off.
"Lori," Piotr said, rushing to her side. Logan was there a second later, holding her hand.
Storm wasn't far behind him, soon checking Lori's mothers pulse and bretahing like Lori had done a moments earlier.
Piotr moved Lori away from her mother as Storm stabilised her mother. In the meanwhile, Scott was calling 000(this is the aussie version of 911).
Piotr hugged Lori from behind, tucking her chin under his. Logan squeezed her hand, giving silent support.
"My father, did you get him?"Lori asked Piotr.
"No, he ran, but we'll call the police. They'll catch him, and then you can face him." Piotr said, his voice soft.
"Thank you." Lori said, closing her eyes.
They stayed like that for five minutes until the unmistakeable sound of a gun being cocked made Lori look up.
There were five police officers, all with their guns out and pointing at the students and teachers of the Charles Xavier Institute