Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except for those I invent.
D.C. is a character I invented. For details, please read "D.C. and the CN Tower".
Also, I don't want any reminders that Marie is also the name of Rogue. I picked it before I could stop myself.
Sorry it took so long to post up a new story. I accidentally deleted this chapter and wrote the next chapter. So I go on my computer, all nice and happy because I'm about to post chapter five, and suddenly… Whoops. I forgot to post chapter four.
Marie had never before been glad for her mutation. However, when a girder is coming straight at your head, and you have superhuman strength, there's not much you can complain about.
To Marie, the giant girder was nothing more then a twenty-foot long, five-foot wide pencil. She caught it easily, and lowered the whole thing through the hole and into the gift shop. She squinted up into the dark, but beyond forty feet, she could see nothing.
D.C. was up about sixty feet, standing five feet about the stunted ends where the girder had been. He had melted it right off, and he was severely disappointed he hadn't killed the girl. True, she was pretty. Black hair, green eyes, good complexion. It was too bad he had to do her in.
The gray metal thing was still on his neck, four inches below his left ear. A little red light was flashing on it, and it started to blink faster. D.C. let loose a powerful blast of energy.
Marie heard the roar and her instinct was what saved her. Using her powerful legs she jumped up seventy feet. As she sailed up, she looked down and saw the gift shop's ceiling collapse, and then its walls burst outwards like an over ripe tomato. The blast was so powerful it threw the girder away and over the railing at the edge of the observation deck. It fell silently, then crashed on the ground with a booming crack. It split in two, and the pieces bounced three or four times. One of them hit one of the concrete foundations of the Eiffel Tower's legs, causing the whole tower to vibrate.
Marie felt the vibrations as she came to rest on a beam that was no more then six inches wide. Feeling like a tight rope dancer, she steadied herself. She was wondering where the blast had come from, when a voice came from somewhere under her.
"That was a pretty nice jump. You could have went to the Olympics if you were to live."
The speaker was ten feet below her. Electric blue hair hung down to his shoulders, and he seemed to be in good shape. But his eyes got Marie's attention the most. They were even brighter then his hair, so bright that they glowed, casting a murky light around the place. Sparks were flying from them, literally.
Marie knew how to understand and speak English. She could speak it very well, with only the slightest hint of an accent.
"What do you mean, if I live?"
"Well, I'm afraid I have to kill you."
With that, he leapt up, releasing another blast as he went. Marie jumped again. Then an idea sprang to her mind. She came up on a girder, and immediately pushed off again. And again. And again. Keeping this up, she flew all over the place, with the madman close on her heels. He was a good athlete, and he kept up with her, releasing huge blasts of energy. She dodged them, but only barely. Mostly, the blasts went through the holes of the network of beams and girders, but sometimes they hit a girder. Iron bent, stretched and broke under the force, creating such a horrible sound that Marie wanted to cover her ears. But she couldn't, not if she wanted to survive.
With each hit on a beam or girder, the Eiffel Tower was weakened. The portion above the second observation deck started to lean. A very slight one, but it was noticeable, and it would cause anyone to start to worry. Slight groans could be heard if you listened, but no one was listening right now. If the fight didn't end soon, Earth would get to know the Eiffel Tower's antennas.
D.C. was getting tired of this stupid girl's unwillingness to die. He still had to deal with another French kid, and then with four fully trained adults. When the girl jumped downwards, D.C. started to jump up toward the top. The male frenchie was up there, and he didn't stand a chance.