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*~*~* flashback
*~* dreamscape
~*~ mindscape
/ / telepathy
The Mutant
Chapter 6
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Nate stood by the window, watching for any movement on the front lawn. His eyes saw easily through the darkness, and through any kind of barrier keeping those from his sight. A wing extended from his back, shielding the glass from the glare from the fire behind him. He knew they were coming, but wasn't sure what to do when they got here. His first impulse was to kill them and feast on their bodies, but he pushed that side of him down and concentrated on ways of showing them he wasn't their enemy.
'Psh, like that'll work,' he thought.
"Have you guys noticed Nate's gotten a little paranoid?" Ray whispered to some of the others in the room.
The dragon heard him, of course with the almost elfin ears on the sides of his head he could hear a mouse gasp at a hundred paces (a pace is roughly three feet). His tail twitched slightly when he thought he saw something, the three points of the spade shifted several times. The scales he allowed on his arm stood straight up, then folded back down. He blinked for the first time in an hour and stepped away from the window.
'They're being careful,' he thought as he left the common room and headed down the hall.
His bare feet made almost no noise as he walked down the hallway towards the lobby. He knew what the movement he saw was, but so long as the children were near him, they were in danger. If he was going to keep them out of harm's way, then he was going to have to take the battle to them.
'Nate, don't do anything rash,' Professor Xavier's voice was in his head; he ignored it.
The door, he found out, didn't seem to want him to leave the mansion. He would have none of this and easily broke the window, stepping out through the hole he had created. The muscles in his legs coiled and released, sending him through the air to land atop the angel statue. His wings, which had opened while in the air, now folded around his shoulders, and his tail, which he refused to retract, circled around the statue. Clawed feet gripped the angel's shoulders, and clawed hands were placed, one atop the other, on the head.
Movement.
His eyes locked on the source of the movement, a small bird flitting from tree to tree. He sighed, wishing that all this would just go away. Unfortunately, as long as he was alive, they would come after him. This was more than just a simple grievance that was being avenged, this was a feud that had lasted for thousands of years. And it may not end here, it may not end ever, but he was determined not to die.
*****
"Is he still keeping watch?" Karen asked her brother, who was looking through night vision binoculars.
"Yes, but he seems to be getting tired."
There were five slayers in all, two female, three males, and a dog. They sat atop a high building towards the center of Bayville, watching the Xavier Institute. Two of them had large broadswords, the length of them almost six feet. The other three carried crossbows, with arrows made from melted down blades, blades that could cut through a dragon's hide with ease.
"We'll have to be sure," another said and looked trough her binoculars. "He's not getting tired, he's getting bored. I say we attack now, catch him off guard."
"Sarah, so long he's outside watching for us, there is no way to catch him off guard."
"Oh, right."
"What's he doing now Matt?"
"Nothing, he's just sitting on that angel, how disrespectful."
"Do you really think he would make good on what he said, about the boxes?" the youngest asked.
"Never put anything passed a dragon, they'll do anything to win."
They continued to watch, two of them were polishing their swords, while the others checked their weapons. They knew they needed a way of getting him to come to them, and grabbing one of the mutants might just do the trick. His mother would definitely make a good hostage, but even though they knew where she was, she had so many devices to protect herself, it was almost impossible.
*****
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Nate said looking around.
He was about to spread his wings and take a quick look around when the sound of crunching glass caught his attention. Turning around he saw Rahne stepping through the hole he'd made in the window. She of all people should know how dangerous it was to be outside at a time like this. He jumped down and ran over to her.
"Rahne, what are you doing, go back inside," he said turning her around.
"But why can't I be out here, it's so stuffy inside."
"No, come on, time for bed," he ushered inside, following close behind.
*****
"You see that, he seems to care for her."
"Yes, she'll make a good hostage," Karen said pushing her brother out of the way.
"Wait, what is he doing now?"
"Tucking her in."
They continued to watch, wondering just how anyone could be so close to him and not be repulsed. Though, the people at the institute weren't grossed out by the blue one, so it made sense that they didn't mind the dragon.
"Keep me posted, I have to get ready for school tomorrow," Karen said as she stood up and walked over to the roof access stairs.
"Hm, he closed the drapes."
*****
Nate closed the door to Rahne's room and leaned against the wall next to it, sighing. He could never remember feeling this way about anyone in his entire life. But he pushed those thoughts away, and silently cursed himself for showing feelings towards Rahne in plain view of the enemy. He knew they were watching him constantly, and what he's done tonight had definitely given them the edge they'd been looking for.
"Shit," he whispered and started down the hallway to his room.
The wings that he had never retracted now folded around his body, hiding him from everyone else. He didn't want them to see him, and he didn't want to see them. Upon reaching his room he opened the door and then turned right around and locked it, no visitors. To be alone with his thoughts was what he wanted tonight, and some quiet meditation would help calm him.
He put on some sitar music, to calm his nerves, and, in a fluid motion, got into his position for meditation. His eyes closed and legs crossed, hands forming a circle on his lap, and wings slightly folded around his shoulders. He let go of his body and let everything fall out; his wings grew, his arms and hands changed, his legs and feet grew scales and claws, and his tail got longer. Bony spines sprouted all along his back and along his tail, horns grew from his head, and his face bulged outward into a dragon's snout. Unable to contain all the extra mass, his clothing tore open and was shredded on his scales.
'Ah, much better,' he thought as the music and relief from having all this held within him began to relax his body and mind.
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Newly formed claws gripped the tree branch as he watched the other children playing. Nate looked on from his hiding spot in the tree, his tail hanging down below him, wrapped around another branch, in case he fell. At ten years old, he couldn't help but feel the effects of being outcast from the people he had once called friends. The first of the changes had started, his tail had just formed the previous week. It may have been only five feet long, but had more muscle than the rest of his body, except for his legs.
Without a word he stood and jumped off into the forest, the claws on his feet latching on wherever he could. It didn't take him long to reach home, coming up behind the small house in western Romania. He landed in the backyard and, being sure to stay out of sight, ran to the door. Once inside his tail shut the door quietly, his mother had always told him to be careful with doors.
"Mom, I'm back," he said walking into the living room.
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His eyes reopened when he heard the almost inaudible noise of someone opening a window. He scanned the room, it was, if possible, darker than when he had come in, and, looking at the clock, saw it was in the wee hours of the morning. The curtains he had closed were starting to move as if a wind was pushing them, but that was impossible since the windows were closed. Now he knew where that sound was coming from.
He got on his feet, all four of them, looking like a raptor with wings and extra long arms. His tail moved uncertainly, keeping above the floor and away from the walls, the less noise he made, the better. An armor-clad glove pushed the curtain aside and he pounced, pushing the slayer back through the window, and breaking it, and some of the wall in his exit. Wings opened wide and he powered himself into the air, looking down for the person he'd just attacked.
Lights went on in the windows of the mansion, almost all of them. The lights distracted him enough for him not to notice the archer on the roof, who let loose a volley of bolts at him (bows get arrows, crossbows have bolts). One struck him in the left rear leg, causing him to roar in pain and turn on the person. He saw a look of fear cross the person's face as he struggled to reload his crossbow.
"You're mine," he growled and dove at the slayer.
His claws raked forward and were about the grab the boy and rip him apart, when an unknown force stopped him. He bounced harmlessly off the electrostatic shield that the boy had turned on at the last minute. Nate rolled along the roof a few times, the bolt in his leg getting forced in each time he rolled. Finally he was on his feet, and facing his enemy again, but a noise behind him drew attention from the slayer who had clumsily dropped the bolt he was trying to load.
"Hey, dragon, look who I got," came an older, deeper voice than he had expected to hear.
Nate turned, looking at the man who had Rahne held in front of him, and his sword at her throat. He growled and whipped his tail out, wrapping it around the floundering boy's neck. Bringing the slayer out in front of him, he sat back on his haunches.
"Trade," he growled in a raspy voice that barely sounded like him, and to drive his point home, he tightened his grip, the scales almost breaking skin.
"We have you outnumbered, come quietly and I'll let her go."
He would have said more if a red beam of energy hadn't blasted him from behind. Scott appeared at the roof access hatch, his visor over his eyes. Kitty appeared through the roof and touch Rahne's shoulder, phasing back through.
"This is my fight, don't get involved."
"Hey, the moment they set foot on this property, it became our fight too," Scott retorted as he walked passed Nate to the edge of the roof.
Nate didn't care much for Scott's ideals, so he walked over to the downed slayer's body and lifted it up. His wings spread and took off, dropped to the ground in front of the mansion. He dropped the two slayers and stepped away from them, walking on all fours now. Snorting in defiance he turned back to them, wanting to say one more thing.
"Leave here before I decide to make good on my promise," he said as he began to shrink back to "normal".
"We won't leave until one of us is dead," came a female voice from behind him.
He sidestepped in time to see a large broadsword slam down right where he had been.
"Then shall we take this elsewhere?" he asked, cocking his head a little. "If we fight here, then they will get involved, and that is something that neither of us want, a bunch of distractions."
"No deal," she said and was about the swing at him again.
"Sasha, he's right," the old man said as he stood up. "Our fight is with him, and if we stay here, we'll end up fighting them as well."
"Right Dad," she sheathed her sword and stepped back.
"Where do you suggest, dragon?"
'Well, it's better than abomination,' Nate thought. "It depends, where do you prefer? Beach, sandpit, field, forest; there are so many to choose from."
"Forget it, activate the barrier," he yelled to someone Nate didn't see.
At once there was a rippling motion in the air above them, and a jet, with its VTOL engines on, appeared. It was similar to the Blackbird, but looked much more advanced, almost completely alien in design. There was no sound from the engines, and no flames either, just a gentle breeze. Four tubes opened on its sides and it launched four small spheres. One of them landed in from of the mansion, the other flew into the forest, the next one fell by the front gate, and the last one dropped into the forest on the other side of the front yard. Beams of yellow light lanced from one to the other, and then upwards to form a pyramid of yellow light. All of the X- men were outside it, while Nate, the slayers, and their jet were inside.
'This was unexpected,' Nate thought as he looked around his new surroundings. 'Why didn't they use this before?'
"We only use this on the strongest dragons, but right now it's just to keep out the others. This barrier is specially designed to allow inorganic objects to pass through, but not organic objects."
"I see," Nate said, not really caring.
At the moment he was wearing nothing but his pants, which had been torn just below the knee. His pants, though ruined, had exactly what he needed at the moment. Reaching both hands into the pockets, which he had specifically removed, he grabbed the coiled chains that were strapped to the inside. Shackle-type fixtures slipped around his wrists and clicked in place. He pulled the chains out through his pockets and turned around, whipping them towards his window. They passed through the barrier and went into his window, and, with a bit of magic, he maneuvered them towards his shotels. Once he was sure they had them, he yanked them back, bringing his ancestors tusks to him. The chains wound around his forearms and he grabbed the shotels.
The girl charged him, raising her sword over her head. As she struck, he knocked her sword away with his shotel and swung the other one around to strike her in the back. This motion forced her into the barrier, which shocked her, and left her unconscious. He turned and blocked a few bolts fired at him, digging his claws into the ground the push off. Those claws formed a large divot as he charged at the archer, slashing the crossbow out of his hands, and striking the boy across the face with his tail. He then had to block the attack of their father, who was stronger than them, but not by much.
"Now it's time for you to die," he grunted.
"Actually, it's time for you to think of what's more important, killing me, or keeping your family alive," Nate said as he held his other sword to the young boy's neck, and placed his foot on his chest. "You need someone to secede you."
They stayed locked in that position for a few seconds before Nate decided to up the stakes and whipped his tail out to wrap around the unconscious girl's neck. He lifted her off the ground brought her back to him, holding her about three feet off the ground. The slayer looked between his children and the one he was trying to kill. It was a difficult choice, lose his youngest son and daughter, or follow through with his duty. Nate began turning the girl, wrapping his tail around and around her, constricting her through the armor.
"Well?" he pressed the blade hard enough against the boy's neck to cause a trickle of blood.
"Fine," the man lowered his sword and stepped back, sheathing the blade. "Let them go, and we'll leave, but we will be back."
Nate removed his foot from the boy's chest, and the sword from his throat. He stepped back and laid the girl down next to her brother. The shotels were strapped to his back as he started walking back to the mansion. The barrier hadn't been lifted, but that didn't matter to him, as he exerted his X-factor over the generator powering it, and shutting it down himself.
"You're just going to let them go?" Bobby asked. "They tried to kill you."
"So, it's no different from normies trying to kill you," he said as he passed by the ice mutant.
TBC
I'm gonna end it there because it's taking too long, and I have to get to my other stories. What will happen in the next chapter, I don't know, I'll figure it out when I get around to it. That's it for now, I hope your Christmas was joyful and your New Year will be even more so.
*~*~* flashback
*~* dreamscape
~*~ mindscape
/ / telepathy
The Mutant
Chapter 6
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Nate stood by the window, watching for any movement on the front lawn. His eyes saw easily through the darkness, and through any kind of barrier keeping those from his sight. A wing extended from his back, shielding the glass from the glare from the fire behind him. He knew they were coming, but wasn't sure what to do when they got here. His first impulse was to kill them and feast on their bodies, but he pushed that side of him down and concentrated on ways of showing them he wasn't their enemy.
'Psh, like that'll work,' he thought.
"Have you guys noticed Nate's gotten a little paranoid?" Ray whispered to some of the others in the room.
The dragon heard him, of course with the almost elfin ears on the sides of his head he could hear a mouse gasp at a hundred paces (a pace is roughly three feet). His tail twitched slightly when he thought he saw something, the three points of the spade shifted several times. The scales he allowed on his arm stood straight up, then folded back down. He blinked for the first time in an hour and stepped away from the window.
'They're being careful,' he thought as he left the common room and headed down the hall.
His bare feet made almost no noise as he walked down the hallway towards the lobby. He knew what the movement he saw was, but so long as the children were near him, they were in danger. If he was going to keep them out of harm's way, then he was going to have to take the battle to them.
'Nate, don't do anything rash,' Professor Xavier's voice was in his head; he ignored it.
The door, he found out, didn't seem to want him to leave the mansion. He would have none of this and easily broke the window, stepping out through the hole he had created. The muscles in his legs coiled and released, sending him through the air to land atop the angel statue. His wings, which had opened while in the air, now folded around his shoulders, and his tail, which he refused to retract, circled around the statue. Clawed feet gripped the angel's shoulders, and clawed hands were placed, one atop the other, on the head.
Movement.
His eyes locked on the source of the movement, a small bird flitting from tree to tree. He sighed, wishing that all this would just go away. Unfortunately, as long as he was alive, they would come after him. This was more than just a simple grievance that was being avenged, this was a feud that had lasted for thousands of years. And it may not end here, it may not end ever, but he was determined not to die.
*****
"Is he still keeping watch?" Karen asked her brother, who was looking through night vision binoculars.
"Yes, but he seems to be getting tired."
There were five slayers in all, two female, three males, and a dog. They sat atop a high building towards the center of Bayville, watching the Xavier Institute. Two of them had large broadswords, the length of them almost six feet. The other three carried crossbows, with arrows made from melted down blades, blades that could cut through a dragon's hide with ease.
"We'll have to be sure," another said and looked trough her binoculars. "He's not getting tired, he's getting bored. I say we attack now, catch him off guard."
"Sarah, so long he's outside watching for us, there is no way to catch him off guard."
"Oh, right."
"What's he doing now Matt?"
"Nothing, he's just sitting on that angel, how disrespectful."
"Do you really think he would make good on what he said, about the boxes?" the youngest asked.
"Never put anything passed a dragon, they'll do anything to win."
They continued to watch, two of them were polishing their swords, while the others checked their weapons. They knew they needed a way of getting him to come to them, and grabbing one of the mutants might just do the trick. His mother would definitely make a good hostage, but even though they knew where she was, she had so many devices to protect herself, it was almost impossible.
*****
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Nate said looking around.
He was about to spread his wings and take a quick look around when the sound of crunching glass caught his attention. Turning around he saw Rahne stepping through the hole he'd made in the window. She of all people should know how dangerous it was to be outside at a time like this. He jumped down and ran over to her.
"Rahne, what are you doing, go back inside," he said turning her around.
"But why can't I be out here, it's so stuffy inside."
"No, come on, time for bed," he ushered inside, following close behind.
*****
"You see that, he seems to care for her."
"Yes, she'll make a good hostage," Karen said pushing her brother out of the way.
"Wait, what is he doing now?"
"Tucking her in."
They continued to watch, wondering just how anyone could be so close to him and not be repulsed. Though, the people at the institute weren't grossed out by the blue one, so it made sense that they didn't mind the dragon.
"Keep me posted, I have to get ready for school tomorrow," Karen said as she stood up and walked over to the roof access stairs.
"Hm, he closed the drapes."
*****
Nate closed the door to Rahne's room and leaned against the wall next to it, sighing. He could never remember feeling this way about anyone in his entire life. But he pushed those thoughts away, and silently cursed himself for showing feelings towards Rahne in plain view of the enemy. He knew they were watching him constantly, and what he's done tonight had definitely given them the edge they'd been looking for.
"Shit," he whispered and started down the hallway to his room.
The wings that he had never retracted now folded around his body, hiding him from everyone else. He didn't want them to see him, and he didn't want to see them. Upon reaching his room he opened the door and then turned right around and locked it, no visitors. To be alone with his thoughts was what he wanted tonight, and some quiet meditation would help calm him.
He put on some sitar music, to calm his nerves, and, in a fluid motion, got into his position for meditation. His eyes closed and legs crossed, hands forming a circle on his lap, and wings slightly folded around his shoulders. He let go of his body and let everything fall out; his wings grew, his arms and hands changed, his legs and feet grew scales and claws, and his tail got longer. Bony spines sprouted all along his back and along his tail, horns grew from his head, and his face bulged outward into a dragon's snout. Unable to contain all the extra mass, his clothing tore open and was shredded on his scales.
'Ah, much better,' he thought as the music and relief from having all this held within him began to relax his body and mind.
*~*~*
Newly formed claws gripped the tree branch as he watched the other children playing. Nate looked on from his hiding spot in the tree, his tail hanging down below him, wrapped around another branch, in case he fell. At ten years old, he couldn't help but feel the effects of being outcast from the people he had once called friends. The first of the changes had started, his tail had just formed the previous week. It may have been only five feet long, but had more muscle than the rest of his body, except for his legs.
Without a word he stood and jumped off into the forest, the claws on his feet latching on wherever he could. It didn't take him long to reach home, coming up behind the small house in western Romania. He landed in the backyard and, being sure to stay out of sight, ran to the door. Once inside his tail shut the door quietly, his mother had always told him to be careful with doors.
"Mom, I'm back," he said walking into the living room.
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His eyes reopened when he heard the almost inaudible noise of someone opening a window. He scanned the room, it was, if possible, darker than when he had come in, and, looking at the clock, saw it was in the wee hours of the morning. The curtains he had closed were starting to move as if a wind was pushing them, but that was impossible since the windows were closed. Now he knew where that sound was coming from.
He got on his feet, all four of them, looking like a raptor with wings and extra long arms. His tail moved uncertainly, keeping above the floor and away from the walls, the less noise he made, the better. An armor-clad glove pushed the curtain aside and he pounced, pushing the slayer back through the window, and breaking it, and some of the wall in his exit. Wings opened wide and he powered himself into the air, looking down for the person he'd just attacked.
Lights went on in the windows of the mansion, almost all of them. The lights distracted him enough for him not to notice the archer on the roof, who let loose a volley of bolts at him (bows get arrows, crossbows have bolts). One struck him in the left rear leg, causing him to roar in pain and turn on the person. He saw a look of fear cross the person's face as he struggled to reload his crossbow.
"You're mine," he growled and dove at the slayer.
His claws raked forward and were about the grab the boy and rip him apart, when an unknown force stopped him. He bounced harmlessly off the electrostatic shield that the boy had turned on at the last minute. Nate rolled along the roof a few times, the bolt in his leg getting forced in each time he rolled. Finally he was on his feet, and facing his enemy again, but a noise behind him drew attention from the slayer who had clumsily dropped the bolt he was trying to load.
"Hey, dragon, look who I got," came an older, deeper voice than he had expected to hear.
Nate turned, looking at the man who had Rahne held in front of him, and his sword at her throat. He growled and whipped his tail out, wrapping it around the floundering boy's neck. Bringing the slayer out in front of him, he sat back on his haunches.
"Trade," he growled in a raspy voice that barely sounded like him, and to drive his point home, he tightened his grip, the scales almost breaking skin.
"We have you outnumbered, come quietly and I'll let her go."
He would have said more if a red beam of energy hadn't blasted him from behind. Scott appeared at the roof access hatch, his visor over his eyes. Kitty appeared through the roof and touch Rahne's shoulder, phasing back through.
"This is my fight, don't get involved."
"Hey, the moment they set foot on this property, it became our fight too," Scott retorted as he walked passed Nate to the edge of the roof.
Nate didn't care much for Scott's ideals, so he walked over to the downed slayer's body and lifted it up. His wings spread and took off, dropped to the ground in front of the mansion. He dropped the two slayers and stepped away from them, walking on all fours now. Snorting in defiance he turned back to them, wanting to say one more thing.
"Leave here before I decide to make good on my promise," he said as he began to shrink back to "normal".
"We won't leave until one of us is dead," came a female voice from behind him.
He sidestepped in time to see a large broadsword slam down right where he had been.
"Then shall we take this elsewhere?" he asked, cocking his head a little. "If we fight here, then they will get involved, and that is something that neither of us want, a bunch of distractions."
"No deal," she said and was about the swing at him again.
"Sasha, he's right," the old man said as he stood up. "Our fight is with him, and if we stay here, we'll end up fighting them as well."
"Right Dad," she sheathed her sword and stepped back.
"Where do you suggest, dragon?"
'Well, it's better than abomination,' Nate thought. "It depends, where do you prefer? Beach, sandpit, field, forest; there are so many to choose from."
"Forget it, activate the barrier," he yelled to someone Nate didn't see.
At once there was a rippling motion in the air above them, and a jet, with its VTOL engines on, appeared. It was similar to the Blackbird, but looked much more advanced, almost completely alien in design. There was no sound from the engines, and no flames either, just a gentle breeze. Four tubes opened on its sides and it launched four small spheres. One of them landed in from of the mansion, the other flew into the forest, the next one fell by the front gate, and the last one dropped into the forest on the other side of the front yard. Beams of yellow light lanced from one to the other, and then upwards to form a pyramid of yellow light. All of the X- men were outside it, while Nate, the slayers, and their jet were inside.
'This was unexpected,' Nate thought as he looked around his new surroundings. 'Why didn't they use this before?'
"We only use this on the strongest dragons, but right now it's just to keep out the others. This barrier is specially designed to allow inorganic objects to pass through, but not organic objects."
"I see," Nate said, not really caring.
At the moment he was wearing nothing but his pants, which had been torn just below the knee. His pants, though ruined, had exactly what he needed at the moment. Reaching both hands into the pockets, which he had specifically removed, he grabbed the coiled chains that were strapped to the inside. Shackle-type fixtures slipped around his wrists and clicked in place. He pulled the chains out through his pockets and turned around, whipping them towards his window. They passed through the barrier and went into his window, and, with a bit of magic, he maneuvered them towards his shotels. Once he was sure they had them, he yanked them back, bringing his ancestors tusks to him. The chains wound around his forearms and he grabbed the shotels.
The girl charged him, raising her sword over her head. As she struck, he knocked her sword away with his shotel and swung the other one around to strike her in the back. This motion forced her into the barrier, which shocked her, and left her unconscious. He turned and blocked a few bolts fired at him, digging his claws into the ground the push off. Those claws formed a large divot as he charged at the archer, slashing the crossbow out of his hands, and striking the boy across the face with his tail. He then had to block the attack of their father, who was stronger than them, but not by much.
"Now it's time for you to die," he grunted.
"Actually, it's time for you to think of what's more important, killing me, or keeping your family alive," Nate said as he held his other sword to the young boy's neck, and placed his foot on his chest. "You need someone to secede you."
They stayed locked in that position for a few seconds before Nate decided to up the stakes and whipped his tail out to wrap around the unconscious girl's neck. He lifted her off the ground brought her back to him, holding her about three feet off the ground. The slayer looked between his children and the one he was trying to kill. It was a difficult choice, lose his youngest son and daughter, or follow through with his duty. Nate began turning the girl, wrapping his tail around and around her, constricting her through the armor.
"Well?" he pressed the blade hard enough against the boy's neck to cause a trickle of blood.
"Fine," the man lowered his sword and stepped back, sheathing the blade. "Let them go, and we'll leave, but we will be back."
Nate removed his foot from the boy's chest, and the sword from his throat. He stepped back and laid the girl down next to her brother. The shotels were strapped to his back as he started walking back to the mansion. The barrier hadn't been lifted, but that didn't matter to him, as he exerted his X-factor over the generator powering it, and shutting it down himself.
"You're just going to let them go?" Bobby asked. "They tried to kill you."
"So, it's no different from normies trying to kill you," he said as he passed by the ice mutant.
TBC
I'm gonna end it there because it's taking too long, and I have to get to my other stories. What will happen in the next chapter, I don't know, I'll figure it out when I get around to it. That's it for now, I hope your Christmas was joyful and your New Year will be even more so.