'All X Men, to my office immediately.' Professor Xavier called. He got an
instant response, Hank arrive after five minutes and was the last person to
get there, all the X seniors where present.
"What's wrong?" Logan demanded immediately after Hank had sat down.
"There are men coming, humans. Too many for comfort, I think they are the mutant hunters that Milana was being held by," the professor replied. A shocked silence followed the statement until Kurt spoke up.
"Vy are they coming here?" he asked.
"Teh get Milana," Logan growled. "I bet they found out where she ran away to and decided to come after her, get her back." Professor Xavier nodded.
"We have to get all of the children downstairs, in the med-bay as soon as possible. If we can keep the men away from the school it would be better, but the hunters are already too close. Hank, you and Ororo get everyone downstairs. Kurt, you help them. Scott, Logan, you two lock down the school and get ready for a fight." The X Men nodded and rushed off, Kurt teleporting away to save time. Hank went downstairs to move the medical tables and put away some of his things so all the children would fit while Storm started for the nearest room.
Logan and Scott busied themselves locking the gates and doors around the school and turning off the lights, telling and children they encountered to get downstairs.
Twenty minutes later they had all completed their tasks, except for Kurt, who was teleporting all over the school to make sure no one was still upstairs or out on the grounds. Then they heard the cars.
The five X Men met in the kitchen as they heard banging on the front gates, which wouldn't last long. Scott nodded at Ororo, and instantly her eyes went white and a loud crack of thunder was heard overhead as the sky darkened. Outside everyone could hear the huge blast and yells of triumph that signaled the gates being torn through, and cars were getting closer and closer.
Suddenly a machine gun sounded and the X Men ducked just as a row of bullets flew through the windows. The bullets stopped for a moment but then started up again, the noise of the gun getting louder and louder when it was joined by another sound of screeching brakes and car doors slamming.
"Shit," Logan cursed. This was not the way to begin a fight, on the floor with your enemies firing machine guns at you.
Below them the students sat, huddled together and so quiet you could have heard the breathing if it hadn't been for the roar of thunder and guns overhead. One of the younger girls shrieked when a loud bomb went off overhead, but one of her friends quickly put their hand over her mouth.
"We have to help them, older kids anyway," said a boy, whose ink black hair was standing up in short spikes. Around his fingertips little sparks of electricity were cracking as he moved towards the door. But another student, a girl with blond hair, moved in his way.
"We can't, we don't have enough control over our powers!" she said. A few others nodded, but more looked indignity at her.
"Excuse me, I can control my powers," said one.
"Just because you can't control yourself," said another. Everyone looked around as the sounds of a full out war came from overhead. Suddenly one of the kids pointed at Milana, who was huddled in a corner and trying very hard to go unnoticed.
"Wait, you're called Ghost, right? You should be able to make it up there ok," he said. Milana starred at him, terrified but trying to look unconcerned. This put the kid off, as he had arrived only a week ago. "Well, can you do it or not?" A few other students laughed a little.
"Ghost doesn't talk to anyone or anything, she just walks around and gets good grades and whips our asses in the Danger Room," the black haired boy said.
"Then she wouldn't scream," said the girl who was keeping her friend from doing just that. She shot a sideways glance at Milana, who looked down at her bare feet. "It is true though, you can get around unnoticed easily. Can't you just go to check on the teachers?" Milana starred at her, now unable to hide the fear in her eyes. She shook her head violently, but now more kids were calling out for her to go.
"Come on, you're the best one for the job!"
"Only take a quick peek, ya won't get hurt."
"What are you, chicken? You go up, look around and come back!"
"Please?" But each time Milana shook her head harder until one the black haired boy let out a large crack of electricity. Everyone silenced and he glared at Milana.
"You're the one for the job, Ghost, you gonna let us all down now? With those big hairy feet it should he easy to get up there without being noticed," Milana began to shake her head again, biting her lip, but the boy let out a huge spark that stopped inches from her face. She leapt back, but being next the wall only hit her head hard. The boy glared at her, breathing hard. The med bay had gone completely silent, and for a bit the students couldn't even hear the sounds of the battle going on overhead, all their attention was focused on the boy and Milana.
"How can you just sit there when our teachers could be dead up there?" the boy shouted, the sparks coming out of his fingers were getting steadily bigger. Milana looked down, the worst thing in the world would be to face her past owners again, but it was true she did not want to let down the students. Whether even if the professor knew it or not she considered the school to be her home. And it was true that of all the students in the room she was most likely the best one for the job of looking around, her ability to blend into the background was almost considered a mutation itself.
After another minute of yelling Milana reluctantly realized that they were ready to throw her out of the room anyway. She got up and slowly walked to the door, which slid open smoothly, though the power was out and the only light came from the boy's sparks and a fire controller's small flame. Everyone starred at Milana as she looked cautiously out the door and into the dark of the hallway, at least if any men came down they'd have to listen for her, and she could be dead silent if she wanted to. Then the students behind her closed the door, and she was alone.
(Milana's POV)
My god, how did I let them talk me into this? It was pitch black, though I could walk forward and not worry about bumping into anything, the halls were always picked up. Suddenly I heard the shouts above get louder, and a huge explosion above me made me lose my balance and fall over. They were still using grenades, that meant at least one X Men was alive. I got up and found a wall, following it until I found a door. Opening it slowly I saw a small light on the other side, it was some men! One was smoking a cigarette and had a machine gun hanging loosely at his side, the other men also had guns. They had a lighter with them, which was what they were using to look around with.
"Where is that blue one? He hit me in the face!" said one angrily. I slipped through the door and closed it silently, holding my breath and ducking into the shadows.
"Well, that's yer own fault," snapped the one who was smoking. "I dunno where he is, yeh need ter focus on the mission. That lil dog is here somewhere, we're here for her. Any problems with the others, yeh deal with'em yerself. Now spread out and search, yeh go through that door, we'll follow."
"Oh, so I can get my face blown off or something?" the first man said angrily. The smoker laughed.
"Yeah, to test whether it's safe enough fer us the go in." he said. The other laughed to and then one shoved the man forwards, almost on top of me. Great, now we know why their here, if the professor didn't know already. They're after me, and this school's being blown to bits just to find me, the dog. Perfect, this was just getting better and better.
"Wait, what's that? Who's there?" said one man, whipping around and aiming a gun at the shadows near me. Damn, they saw something. The other men turned around and raised their guns.
"Who's there?" the guy who spotted me demanded again. Shrink now, disappear, become a ghost...
Then, probably because God really hates me, one of the men stepped forward and reached out, finding my tail of all things and pulling me out to under the small light coming from the cigarette and the lighter.
I hate Danger Room classes, and others in which you have to tackle, wrestle, or do other really physical things with other people, though I'm pretty good at them. I want no class that makes you fight to be in my schedule, I would die happy if I never had to fight anyone for the rest of my life. But there is a time when one's unwanted skills come in handy, and now was one of those times. I punched the man holding me as hard as I could in the face, knocking him backwards into cigarette man and the guy who he had been arguing with. Then my fighting had quite startled the men, and before I fled I kicked away two more men's guns.
(NPOV)
Kurt heard a cry of pain and looked around the corner into the rec room, where Scott was standing, surrounded by dead men and clutching an arm that was bleeding badly.
"Are you alright?" Kurt asked anxiously. Scott gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Where are the others?" he asked.
"Ororo and Hank are upstairs, she got a bad cut on her leg. Logan is heading to the med bay to make sure the children are fine."
Scott nodded and looked at his friend.
"Are you alright?" he asked. Kurt nodded when suddenly shouts and a door slamming reached their ears. Heavy footsteps and a couple of gun shots were heard when Milana flew through the rec room door, the footsteps were still at the end of the hall.
"Milana?!" Kurt yelled. "Vot are you doing here?!" Of course Milana didn't answer, instead leaping behind a couch. Soon the first man appeared in the doorway, but was blown backwards by Scott. Kurt teleported into the middle of the group and soon had all but one unconscious, all of their guns grabbed and thrown across the room. Scott held a hand up to the one man who was left standing. He put his hands up and gaped at Kurt.
"Oh god, you found her?" he said in a shaky voice.
"Found vo?" Kurt demanded, glaring at the man. The guy looked at him and started to shiver, and started to back away. Just then they heard a click behind them, and when Kurt and Scott looked they were startled to see Milana, standing up from behind the couch with a gun aimed at the man. This wouldn't have been so shocking if it hadn't been for the expression on her face. It was not sad, scared, or passive like every other time they had seen her. Now it was filled with a fury that made the whole room seem to heat up, and her eyes looked like there was a fire in them. Then she pulled the trigger, and the man slumped to the floor with a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead.
(Milana's POV)
What can I say? Enough was enough, this wasn't the time to be a coward. Besides, it would have taken the sniveling idiot half an hour to tell us what I had already remembered. This was a man who had separated me from my family, killed most of it off, helped kill my friends and had made me pray that I could just go to Hell, because it would have been better then what I had to endure for years.
There was a shocked silence after the man hit the floor, Scott and Kurt starred at me as if I had suddenly grown extra legs and had a Barney costume on or something. My anger dissolved and I was suddenly too weak to stand, right before I blacked out I remembered two things. I had been shot in the back, and Kurt Wagner is my father.
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Well, this is to make up for not being on top of my story line for the last while. I hope you review, and please don't kill me for the hurried ending. No, not the ending to the story, the ending to the chapter. PLEASE REVIEW! And then I can post the next chapter, which I haven't started yet but oh well. You get my drift.
"What's wrong?" Logan demanded immediately after Hank had sat down.
"There are men coming, humans. Too many for comfort, I think they are the mutant hunters that Milana was being held by," the professor replied. A shocked silence followed the statement until Kurt spoke up.
"Vy are they coming here?" he asked.
"Teh get Milana," Logan growled. "I bet they found out where she ran away to and decided to come after her, get her back." Professor Xavier nodded.
"We have to get all of the children downstairs, in the med-bay as soon as possible. If we can keep the men away from the school it would be better, but the hunters are already too close. Hank, you and Ororo get everyone downstairs. Kurt, you help them. Scott, Logan, you two lock down the school and get ready for a fight." The X Men nodded and rushed off, Kurt teleporting away to save time. Hank went downstairs to move the medical tables and put away some of his things so all the children would fit while Storm started for the nearest room.
Logan and Scott busied themselves locking the gates and doors around the school and turning off the lights, telling and children they encountered to get downstairs.
Twenty minutes later they had all completed their tasks, except for Kurt, who was teleporting all over the school to make sure no one was still upstairs or out on the grounds. Then they heard the cars.
The five X Men met in the kitchen as they heard banging on the front gates, which wouldn't last long. Scott nodded at Ororo, and instantly her eyes went white and a loud crack of thunder was heard overhead as the sky darkened. Outside everyone could hear the huge blast and yells of triumph that signaled the gates being torn through, and cars were getting closer and closer.
Suddenly a machine gun sounded and the X Men ducked just as a row of bullets flew through the windows. The bullets stopped for a moment but then started up again, the noise of the gun getting louder and louder when it was joined by another sound of screeching brakes and car doors slamming.
"Shit," Logan cursed. This was not the way to begin a fight, on the floor with your enemies firing machine guns at you.
Below them the students sat, huddled together and so quiet you could have heard the breathing if it hadn't been for the roar of thunder and guns overhead. One of the younger girls shrieked when a loud bomb went off overhead, but one of her friends quickly put their hand over her mouth.
"We have to help them, older kids anyway," said a boy, whose ink black hair was standing up in short spikes. Around his fingertips little sparks of electricity were cracking as he moved towards the door. But another student, a girl with blond hair, moved in his way.
"We can't, we don't have enough control over our powers!" she said. A few others nodded, but more looked indignity at her.
"Excuse me, I can control my powers," said one.
"Just because you can't control yourself," said another. Everyone looked around as the sounds of a full out war came from overhead. Suddenly one of the kids pointed at Milana, who was huddled in a corner and trying very hard to go unnoticed.
"Wait, you're called Ghost, right? You should be able to make it up there ok," he said. Milana starred at him, terrified but trying to look unconcerned. This put the kid off, as he had arrived only a week ago. "Well, can you do it or not?" A few other students laughed a little.
"Ghost doesn't talk to anyone or anything, she just walks around and gets good grades and whips our asses in the Danger Room," the black haired boy said.
"Then she wouldn't scream," said the girl who was keeping her friend from doing just that. She shot a sideways glance at Milana, who looked down at her bare feet. "It is true though, you can get around unnoticed easily. Can't you just go to check on the teachers?" Milana starred at her, now unable to hide the fear in her eyes. She shook her head violently, but now more kids were calling out for her to go.
"Come on, you're the best one for the job!"
"Only take a quick peek, ya won't get hurt."
"What are you, chicken? You go up, look around and come back!"
"Please?" But each time Milana shook her head harder until one the black haired boy let out a large crack of electricity. Everyone silenced and he glared at Milana.
"You're the one for the job, Ghost, you gonna let us all down now? With those big hairy feet it should he easy to get up there without being noticed," Milana began to shake her head again, biting her lip, but the boy let out a huge spark that stopped inches from her face. She leapt back, but being next the wall only hit her head hard. The boy glared at her, breathing hard. The med bay had gone completely silent, and for a bit the students couldn't even hear the sounds of the battle going on overhead, all their attention was focused on the boy and Milana.
"How can you just sit there when our teachers could be dead up there?" the boy shouted, the sparks coming out of his fingers were getting steadily bigger. Milana looked down, the worst thing in the world would be to face her past owners again, but it was true she did not want to let down the students. Whether even if the professor knew it or not she considered the school to be her home. And it was true that of all the students in the room she was most likely the best one for the job of looking around, her ability to blend into the background was almost considered a mutation itself.
After another minute of yelling Milana reluctantly realized that they were ready to throw her out of the room anyway. She got up and slowly walked to the door, which slid open smoothly, though the power was out and the only light came from the boy's sparks and a fire controller's small flame. Everyone starred at Milana as she looked cautiously out the door and into the dark of the hallway, at least if any men came down they'd have to listen for her, and she could be dead silent if she wanted to. Then the students behind her closed the door, and she was alone.
(Milana's POV)
My god, how did I let them talk me into this? It was pitch black, though I could walk forward and not worry about bumping into anything, the halls were always picked up. Suddenly I heard the shouts above get louder, and a huge explosion above me made me lose my balance and fall over. They were still using grenades, that meant at least one X Men was alive. I got up and found a wall, following it until I found a door. Opening it slowly I saw a small light on the other side, it was some men! One was smoking a cigarette and had a machine gun hanging loosely at his side, the other men also had guns. They had a lighter with them, which was what they were using to look around with.
"Where is that blue one? He hit me in the face!" said one angrily. I slipped through the door and closed it silently, holding my breath and ducking into the shadows.
"Well, that's yer own fault," snapped the one who was smoking. "I dunno where he is, yeh need ter focus on the mission. That lil dog is here somewhere, we're here for her. Any problems with the others, yeh deal with'em yerself. Now spread out and search, yeh go through that door, we'll follow."
"Oh, so I can get my face blown off or something?" the first man said angrily. The smoker laughed.
"Yeah, to test whether it's safe enough fer us the go in." he said. The other laughed to and then one shoved the man forwards, almost on top of me. Great, now we know why their here, if the professor didn't know already. They're after me, and this school's being blown to bits just to find me, the dog. Perfect, this was just getting better and better.
"Wait, what's that? Who's there?" said one man, whipping around and aiming a gun at the shadows near me. Damn, they saw something. The other men turned around and raised their guns.
"Who's there?" the guy who spotted me demanded again. Shrink now, disappear, become a ghost...
Then, probably because God really hates me, one of the men stepped forward and reached out, finding my tail of all things and pulling me out to under the small light coming from the cigarette and the lighter.
I hate Danger Room classes, and others in which you have to tackle, wrestle, or do other really physical things with other people, though I'm pretty good at them. I want no class that makes you fight to be in my schedule, I would die happy if I never had to fight anyone for the rest of my life. But there is a time when one's unwanted skills come in handy, and now was one of those times. I punched the man holding me as hard as I could in the face, knocking him backwards into cigarette man and the guy who he had been arguing with. Then my fighting had quite startled the men, and before I fled I kicked away two more men's guns.
(NPOV)
Kurt heard a cry of pain and looked around the corner into the rec room, where Scott was standing, surrounded by dead men and clutching an arm that was bleeding badly.
"Are you alright?" Kurt asked anxiously. Scott gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Where are the others?" he asked.
"Ororo and Hank are upstairs, she got a bad cut on her leg. Logan is heading to the med bay to make sure the children are fine."
Scott nodded and looked at his friend.
"Are you alright?" he asked. Kurt nodded when suddenly shouts and a door slamming reached their ears. Heavy footsteps and a couple of gun shots were heard when Milana flew through the rec room door, the footsteps were still at the end of the hall.
"Milana?!" Kurt yelled. "Vot are you doing here?!" Of course Milana didn't answer, instead leaping behind a couch. Soon the first man appeared in the doorway, but was blown backwards by Scott. Kurt teleported into the middle of the group and soon had all but one unconscious, all of their guns grabbed and thrown across the room. Scott held a hand up to the one man who was left standing. He put his hands up and gaped at Kurt.
"Oh god, you found her?" he said in a shaky voice.
"Found vo?" Kurt demanded, glaring at the man. The guy looked at him and started to shiver, and started to back away. Just then they heard a click behind them, and when Kurt and Scott looked they were startled to see Milana, standing up from behind the couch with a gun aimed at the man. This wouldn't have been so shocking if it hadn't been for the expression on her face. It was not sad, scared, or passive like every other time they had seen her. Now it was filled with a fury that made the whole room seem to heat up, and her eyes looked like there was a fire in them. Then she pulled the trigger, and the man slumped to the floor with a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead.
(Milana's POV)
What can I say? Enough was enough, this wasn't the time to be a coward. Besides, it would have taken the sniveling idiot half an hour to tell us what I had already remembered. This was a man who had separated me from my family, killed most of it off, helped kill my friends and had made me pray that I could just go to Hell, because it would have been better then what I had to endure for years.
There was a shocked silence after the man hit the floor, Scott and Kurt starred at me as if I had suddenly grown extra legs and had a Barney costume on or something. My anger dissolved and I was suddenly too weak to stand, right before I blacked out I remembered two things. I had been shot in the back, and Kurt Wagner is my father.
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Well, this is to make up for not being on top of my story line for the last while. I hope you review, and please don't kill me for the hurried ending. No, not the ending to the story, the ending to the chapter. PLEASE REVIEW! And then I can post the next chapter, which I haven't started yet but oh well. You get my drift.