Chapter 38 Hold on

Angela remembered reading somewhere about how people facing death would have moments of clarity or even see bits and pieces of their past. But Angela saw nothing. Nothing except guard, after guard after guard. Obviously the compound had a barracks for them also, she should have known. All the others did. And Nothing was ever that easy, especially not when someone was working toward their freedom.

They were blocked in.

When the alarm first sounded Cyclops had blasted the two empty buildings in front of the facility so the guards could only come in one way. Through the right side. That helped a little. They had already defeated the first round of guards that responded to the alarm, but now there were many more. And more seemed to be coming.

Cyclops was blasting as many as he could, Gambit was charging and throwing them back with cards, but from where Angela was standing she could see Gambit was running out of them.

Angela was using her mind. Blasting people with psi bolts, giving people telepathic suggestions to leave or to go to sleep. It wasn't the easiest thing she had ever done, and it wasn't going to get better. Strangely her head was handling all the undue attention to it rather well. Maybe her body and mind were getting used to her sudden use of defensive powers.

Unfortunately there were too many guards, as many as Angela's eyes could see, and more than her mind was willing to calculate. It wouldn't be long until one of them slipped, or lost their concentration or was killed.

The guards weren't using their guns which was one good thing, they obviously didn't want to accidentally miss and get one of their own. But they still had to disarm the ones that got close enough to fire off a shot.

Angela formed an idea and spreading out her mind she created an illusion so that their enemy's no longer saw them. It was if they were invisible.

But it was draining her. The guards stopped and looked around confused. Cyclops and Gambit also ceased what they were doing and stared back at Angela.

"What's going on?" Cyclops asked her, his eyebrows risen.

Gambit waved his hand in front of the nearest armed guard's face.

"Dey can't see us dat is what!"

"I can't hold this very long..." she said through clenched teeth "Better prepare!"

Gambit got down on the ground and started to fill his pockets with rocks and pebbles that he could charge. Cyclops took a position to the right of Angela and had his hand on his glasses waiting. She felt a wave of despair flow through Scott and tried to comfort him. She even opened her mouth to say something. But nothing came out.

Angela suddenly felt weak and knew if she didn't drop the illusion that she wouldn't be able to help anyone, not even herself. She was about to release it when she felt a familiar mind.

Rogue.

She saw Rogue flying a little off the ground, some man beside her, and a good amount of other mutants following behind her.

Rogue she called out with her mind.

Angela? Rogue sounded worried.

Rogue we need help.

I know we are coming.

What's the situation?

Angela allowed Rogue too see through her eyes. The number of guards shocked her.

I didn't know there were going to be so many.. Hold on Angela. Hold...

But her words were cut off as the connection was severed. Angela then dropped the illusion that immediately made her feel a little clearer. Adrenaline pumped through her body and gave her the much needed strength.

"We just need to last a couple more minutes, help is coming." she notified the two fighting men beside her.

A guard who managed to get behind her grabbed her, before he could do anything else she grabbed his hands, forced them off her body and them flipped him over.

When she looked back up Gambit winked at her before throwing a punch at one guard and an explosive pebble at another. Cyclops was still beside her blasting so many guards so quickly that she couldn't keep up with it.

Shaking her head, she opened her mind once again before any more guards got too close. It was time once again for her mind to do the damage.

Now all they had to do was keep the upper hand... Three people against an army.

An Army against three people.

Either way she looked at it, she knew she was in a lot of trouble.

A whole lot of trouble.