"Er, sure," Logan said hesitantly. He stood up slowly, looking at the
huddle form on the floor and aware that every eye was on him, even the
girl. She had multiple cuts on her face and body, and her eyes were filled
with tears, staring fearfully at the guff looking man above her.
"So what're you gonna do, Vermont boy?" one man asked. Logan blinked, then scowled. He was definitely not going to hurt the kid any more than she already was, that was the pathetic thing. He was here to save her not beat her. This was definitely the girl the X Men had been sent after, Milana or whatever her name was. Suddenly an idea hit Logan, and he grinned wolfishly at the men, giving the thumbs up to Scott and hoping he understood.
"This," he growled, leaping backwards he snatched Scott's glasses and yanked them off, instantly a bright red burst of light emitted. The cry of outrage was so loud it nearly defend Logan as he quickly grabbed Scotts head and aimed it. Surprisingly enough Scott was louder than the others.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" he screamed, though he kept his eyes open. In about fives second every man in the pub was laying on the floor, dead or close to it. Milana herself had crawled under a table and was curled in an even tighter ball, her hands up to her face. Logan placed Scott's glasses back on and moved the table aside, looking down at the girl.
"You ok?" he growled. The girl uncovered one eye and looked at him, then slowly put her hands down. Logan helped her to her feet, then realizing she was still barely covered he looked around, grabbed a trench coat from a coat rack and handed it to her.
"Logan, we're going to have half the town on us now! Why'd you do that?" Scott demanded angrily.
"You had a better idea? I didn't hear you say anything." Logan replied, equally angry. The teen was just looking back and fourth from Logan to Scott, obviously terrified out of her wits. Scott sighed and stood up, starting to pace back and fourth.
"Well, now what are we going to do?" Scott asked.
"If we could get Kurt, he could come pick up the kid..." Logan said, thinking. Suddenly the girl bolted out the door, knocking over a startled Logan and slamming through the door of the bar.
"Shit!" Logan yelled, racing after her. Scott let out a stream of curses and followed him. The girl seemed to not be slowed down at all by her lack of decent clothes and injuries, she streaked down the street past startled towns people and with Logan and Scott on her heels. Several men joined in the chase, and more people yelled encouragement at the two, obviously thinking they were trying to recapture her.
The girl was in sight of the edge of town, and the desert seemed to give her extra speed. Suddenly she bent over, and to Logan and Scott's amazement she began running on all fours, her hands and feet now large, furry paws that stretched further out until she was nothing but a purple streak moving three times faster than any of the chasing men could hope to run.
Around the corner of one last building Logan, who was in the lead of the pursuers, saw the kid streak around the corner... and crash straight into Kurt. Both of them cried out in surprise and landed in a heap. Logan ran and grabbed the girl, pulling her upright. She struggled and kicked at him, her skinny legs surprisingly powerful, but still not strong enough to break Logan's hold on her arms.
"My god, I suck at this," he growled. The girl stared at him, her face a mixture of pain, fear, and total confusion. Scott caught up and helped Kurt to his feet, then spun around and faced the few men who had kept up. They froze when they saw Scott help Kurt up, and suddenly five pistols were aimed at the small group.
"What the hell? Mutants!" growled one. The girl seemed to forget she was being held by Logan; she suddenly went limp and was unable to take her wide eyes off of the pistols. Logan was completely unprepared ad let go, the girl fell to the earth and tried to back up, but seemingly was unable to move. Logan slowly turned around and glared at the men.
"Get outta here," he growled. The men seemed to find this funny.
"Or what?" one said. Suddenly six foot-long claws shot out of Logan's knuckles, scaring the teen as much as the men.
"Or I'll gut yeh," Logan said. One man turned and ran, and the rest seemed ready to bolt also, though the one that was speaking, a big burly man, showed only small traces of fear. He was the only one who was holding his pistol remotely steady.
"Fine then, ya can go, but only if ya give us the demon," he said.
"Oh, demon is she?" Logan asked, taking a step towards the men. Another bolted, but the rest aimed their guns at him.
"Yeah, and we caught her. She's ours, rightful property of Elington, Texas. We would like her now," the man said. At this Scott spoke up, about to march forward and held back by Kurt.
"She is not anyone's property, mutants are as free as you," he said. The men sneered at him.
"Oh really? The man asked. Scott glowered at him, but suddenly he laughed. "Well, that demon o' yours sure is free, mah, you won't even be able to see 'er in a few minutes I wager,"
"What?" Scott, Logan, and Kurt spun around to see that the girl had found her legs, and was streaking off as fast as she could across the bare landscape.
"Shit," Logan said again. He looked from the men to the girl, who was getting closer to where the jet was hidden. The men laughed, causing the X Men to look at them again.
"Any of you move, you're all dead," one said. Suddenly Kurt vanished, and one man, who was more jumpy and fearful of the mutants, shot at Scott. However he was shaking so badly the bullet hit Logan in the leg. The Canadian yelled in pain, though the bullet reappeared and fell to the ground, and the bullet hole itself healed instantly, but it still hurt. The men looked even more startled and then emptied their guns on the man, who charged at them, his claws raised.
Meanwhile the girl was running as fast as she possibly could, when suddenly she heard a loud bamf, and the blue furred man that she had crashed into earlier appeared right in front of her. With no time to stop or react she once again plowed into him, and again both crumpled in a heap. But this time Kurt was ready, he leapt up and pinned her down, though he smiled reassuringly. The girl stared at him with a mixture of fear and amazement, she had never seen someone who looked like Kurt.
"Are you Milana?" he asked, a heavy German accent seeming to fit perfectly with his looks. The girl blinked, her eyes still wide with fear and breathing hard from running. She never answered, but Kurt noticed her paws had shrunk back into slender hands with long fingers.
Something about this girl was oddly familiar, though Kurt couldn't quite get an idea of where he had seen her. Milana too seemed to recognize the man holding her down, and for a moment the two stared at eachother when suddenly they heard shouts and a roar of pain, followed by several loud gun shots. Then more screaming, but it was more fearful yelling than pain. Kurt looked once more at Milana and then vanished with another bamf and puff of blue smoke.
"Damnit Scooter! Some help would have been a help!" Logan yelled, raging as bullets fell to the ground and wincing at the same time as his regenerative skills kept him from looking completely like a piece of raw hamburger. Suddenly Kurt appeared between the two, just as Scott retorted.
"Well I couldn't get a clear a clear shot because you were right in the way killing them all!" It was true, only one man, the one who had ran earlier had escaped, the rest were laying lifeless at Logan's feet as he closed his eyes and growled, waiting for his wounds to completely heal.
"Where is the girl?" Scott asked suddenly. Kurt looked back at the jet, wondering if she had run again, but something inside him told him she was still there. Instead he grabbed the men's shoulders and teleported them back to the jet, where Milana had gotten to her feet and was looking extremely unsure of whether to run or stay, she had no clue as to who these three men, all obviously mutants, were, or why they had come and fought off the mutant hunters who had caught her for the ninth time in the last month.
Scott looked at her and spread his hands open, showing he had no weapons or anything in them. Milana backed away a step, drawing the trench coat over her tightly. She also looked Logan over, but he was still waiting for the last minute scratches to heal, so he paid no attention to her at all.
"Are you alright?" Scott asked, looking concerned. This was a unexpected question, since when had anyone cared about how she felt? Milana just looked blank when Logan replied stupidly.
"Not too good, kinda happens when you get shot twenty ties in the chest." He said. Kurt smiled and then looked at Scott.
"Should ve be going?" he asked. Off in the distance the mutants could hear cars approaching.
"Yes," Scott said, looking behind him. Then he turned his gaze to the teen, who was not looking as scared anymore, it was clear they weren't going to jump on her right then. She was now looking at them curiously, but soon she also seemed to hear the cars, and a look of pure terror spread across her face again, and she started to stumble backwards. Kurt immediately took a step towards her, his hands also in the air.
"No, vait," he said. Milana looked at him. "Ve can help you, there is a place vere you vill be safe," he said. Still Milana said nothing, backing up until she ran into the jet.
"We need to be gone now," Logan said, completely recovered and watching the distant specks of cars traveling towards them.
"Trust us, we're here to help," Scott said gently. Slowly the girl nodded, still looking unsure but also mortified of the approaching vehicles. The ramp extended and Scott walked up it, followed by a reluctant Milana, Kurt, and a still-growling Logan. Once everyone was buckled in -Milana was in the very back seat away from the other three- the jet took off, just as the cars below reached the site. Several men shot at the jet, but it was rising so fast they all missed, and soon the plane was nearly out of sight.
For several hours the four mutants flew in complete silence, every so often one of the X Men would look back at the teen, who appeared to be in a meditative state, through her hands had a death grip on her restraint. When finally the school came in sight it was twilight, and Scott landed the plane in its hanger he stood up and turned to face Milana.
"Welcome to Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."
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Oh, well, it could go on, but I'm too tired to continue. In the future I need to not stay up till 3am to write, yawn. Lol, review please and next chapter is coming...
"So what're you gonna do, Vermont boy?" one man asked. Logan blinked, then scowled. He was definitely not going to hurt the kid any more than she already was, that was the pathetic thing. He was here to save her not beat her. This was definitely the girl the X Men had been sent after, Milana or whatever her name was. Suddenly an idea hit Logan, and he grinned wolfishly at the men, giving the thumbs up to Scott and hoping he understood.
"This," he growled, leaping backwards he snatched Scott's glasses and yanked them off, instantly a bright red burst of light emitted. The cry of outrage was so loud it nearly defend Logan as he quickly grabbed Scotts head and aimed it. Surprisingly enough Scott was louder than the others.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" he screamed, though he kept his eyes open. In about fives second every man in the pub was laying on the floor, dead or close to it. Milana herself had crawled under a table and was curled in an even tighter ball, her hands up to her face. Logan placed Scott's glasses back on and moved the table aside, looking down at the girl.
"You ok?" he growled. The girl uncovered one eye and looked at him, then slowly put her hands down. Logan helped her to her feet, then realizing she was still barely covered he looked around, grabbed a trench coat from a coat rack and handed it to her.
"Logan, we're going to have half the town on us now! Why'd you do that?" Scott demanded angrily.
"You had a better idea? I didn't hear you say anything." Logan replied, equally angry. The teen was just looking back and fourth from Logan to Scott, obviously terrified out of her wits. Scott sighed and stood up, starting to pace back and fourth.
"Well, now what are we going to do?" Scott asked.
"If we could get Kurt, he could come pick up the kid..." Logan said, thinking. Suddenly the girl bolted out the door, knocking over a startled Logan and slamming through the door of the bar.
"Shit!" Logan yelled, racing after her. Scott let out a stream of curses and followed him. The girl seemed to not be slowed down at all by her lack of decent clothes and injuries, she streaked down the street past startled towns people and with Logan and Scott on her heels. Several men joined in the chase, and more people yelled encouragement at the two, obviously thinking they were trying to recapture her.
The girl was in sight of the edge of town, and the desert seemed to give her extra speed. Suddenly she bent over, and to Logan and Scott's amazement she began running on all fours, her hands and feet now large, furry paws that stretched further out until she was nothing but a purple streak moving three times faster than any of the chasing men could hope to run.
Around the corner of one last building Logan, who was in the lead of the pursuers, saw the kid streak around the corner... and crash straight into Kurt. Both of them cried out in surprise and landed in a heap. Logan ran and grabbed the girl, pulling her upright. She struggled and kicked at him, her skinny legs surprisingly powerful, but still not strong enough to break Logan's hold on her arms.
"My god, I suck at this," he growled. The girl stared at him, her face a mixture of pain, fear, and total confusion. Scott caught up and helped Kurt to his feet, then spun around and faced the few men who had kept up. They froze when they saw Scott help Kurt up, and suddenly five pistols were aimed at the small group.
"What the hell? Mutants!" growled one. The girl seemed to forget she was being held by Logan; she suddenly went limp and was unable to take her wide eyes off of the pistols. Logan was completely unprepared ad let go, the girl fell to the earth and tried to back up, but seemingly was unable to move. Logan slowly turned around and glared at the men.
"Get outta here," he growled. The men seemed to find this funny.
"Or what?" one said. Suddenly six foot-long claws shot out of Logan's knuckles, scaring the teen as much as the men.
"Or I'll gut yeh," Logan said. One man turned and ran, and the rest seemed ready to bolt also, though the one that was speaking, a big burly man, showed only small traces of fear. He was the only one who was holding his pistol remotely steady.
"Fine then, ya can go, but only if ya give us the demon," he said.
"Oh, demon is she?" Logan asked, taking a step towards the men. Another bolted, but the rest aimed their guns at him.
"Yeah, and we caught her. She's ours, rightful property of Elington, Texas. We would like her now," the man said. At this Scott spoke up, about to march forward and held back by Kurt.
"She is not anyone's property, mutants are as free as you," he said. The men sneered at him.
"Oh really? The man asked. Scott glowered at him, but suddenly he laughed. "Well, that demon o' yours sure is free, mah, you won't even be able to see 'er in a few minutes I wager,"
"What?" Scott, Logan, and Kurt spun around to see that the girl had found her legs, and was streaking off as fast as she could across the bare landscape.
"Shit," Logan said again. He looked from the men to the girl, who was getting closer to where the jet was hidden. The men laughed, causing the X Men to look at them again.
"Any of you move, you're all dead," one said. Suddenly Kurt vanished, and one man, who was more jumpy and fearful of the mutants, shot at Scott. However he was shaking so badly the bullet hit Logan in the leg. The Canadian yelled in pain, though the bullet reappeared and fell to the ground, and the bullet hole itself healed instantly, but it still hurt. The men looked even more startled and then emptied their guns on the man, who charged at them, his claws raised.
Meanwhile the girl was running as fast as she possibly could, when suddenly she heard a loud bamf, and the blue furred man that she had crashed into earlier appeared right in front of her. With no time to stop or react she once again plowed into him, and again both crumpled in a heap. But this time Kurt was ready, he leapt up and pinned her down, though he smiled reassuringly. The girl stared at him with a mixture of fear and amazement, she had never seen someone who looked like Kurt.
"Are you Milana?" he asked, a heavy German accent seeming to fit perfectly with his looks. The girl blinked, her eyes still wide with fear and breathing hard from running. She never answered, but Kurt noticed her paws had shrunk back into slender hands with long fingers.
Something about this girl was oddly familiar, though Kurt couldn't quite get an idea of where he had seen her. Milana too seemed to recognize the man holding her down, and for a moment the two stared at eachother when suddenly they heard shouts and a roar of pain, followed by several loud gun shots. Then more screaming, but it was more fearful yelling than pain. Kurt looked once more at Milana and then vanished with another bamf and puff of blue smoke.
"Damnit Scooter! Some help would have been a help!" Logan yelled, raging as bullets fell to the ground and wincing at the same time as his regenerative skills kept him from looking completely like a piece of raw hamburger. Suddenly Kurt appeared between the two, just as Scott retorted.
"Well I couldn't get a clear a clear shot because you were right in the way killing them all!" It was true, only one man, the one who had ran earlier had escaped, the rest were laying lifeless at Logan's feet as he closed his eyes and growled, waiting for his wounds to completely heal.
"Where is the girl?" Scott asked suddenly. Kurt looked back at the jet, wondering if she had run again, but something inside him told him she was still there. Instead he grabbed the men's shoulders and teleported them back to the jet, where Milana had gotten to her feet and was looking extremely unsure of whether to run or stay, she had no clue as to who these three men, all obviously mutants, were, or why they had come and fought off the mutant hunters who had caught her for the ninth time in the last month.
Scott looked at her and spread his hands open, showing he had no weapons or anything in them. Milana backed away a step, drawing the trench coat over her tightly. She also looked Logan over, but he was still waiting for the last minute scratches to heal, so he paid no attention to her at all.
"Are you alright?" Scott asked, looking concerned. This was a unexpected question, since when had anyone cared about how she felt? Milana just looked blank when Logan replied stupidly.
"Not too good, kinda happens when you get shot twenty ties in the chest." He said. Kurt smiled and then looked at Scott.
"Should ve be going?" he asked. Off in the distance the mutants could hear cars approaching.
"Yes," Scott said, looking behind him. Then he turned his gaze to the teen, who was not looking as scared anymore, it was clear they weren't going to jump on her right then. She was now looking at them curiously, but soon she also seemed to hear the cars, and a look of pure terror spread across her face again, and she started to stumble backwards. Kurt immediately took a step towards her, his hands also in the air.
"No, vait," he said. Milana looked at him. "Ve can help you, there is a place vere you vill be safe," he said. Still Milana said nothing, backing up until she ran into the jet.
"We need to be gone now," Logan said, completely recovered and watching the distant specks of cars traveling towards them.
"Trust us, we're here to help," Scott said gently. Slowly the girl nodded, still looking unsure but also mortified of the approaching vehicles. The ramp extended and Scott walked up it, followed by a reluctant Milana, Kurt, and a still-growling Logan. Once everyone was buckled in -Milana was in the very back seat away from the other three- the jet took off, just as the cars below reached the site. Several men shot at the jet, but it was rising so fast they all missed, and soon the plane was nearly out of sight.
For several hours the four mutants flew in complete silence, every so often one of the X Men would look back at the teen, who appeared to be in a meditative state, through her hands had a death grip on her restraint. When finally the school came in sight it was twilight, and Scott landed the plane in its hanger he stood up and turned to face Milana.
"Welcome to Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."
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Oh, well, it could go on, but I'm too tired to continue. In the future I need to not stay up till 3am to write, yawn. Lol, review please and next chapter is coming...