Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except for those I invent.
D.C. is a character I invented. For details, please see "D.C. and the CN Tower" chapters one, two, three, four, and five.
I am not trying to repeat any sci-fi shows or movies. If anyone has seen a show or movie with a similar plot, I apologize for boring the socks off you.
Also, I chose the name Marie because it is French and easy to remember. I don't want reminders that Rogue's real name is also Marie. I know already. OK? OK.
Jean-Pierre Yasali felt awful. The pain in his neck, the headache, and also, the fact that a crazy mutant was chasing him in the Eiffel Tower didn't help in the slightest.
It started when he woke up somewhere at the very top level of the Eiffel Tower. His inner ear detected a slight list in the floor, but he ignored it. Then, suddenly some crazy guy with shoulder length hair flew at him, mini lightning bolts flying out of his fingers. Jean-Pierre just barely got out of the way, half-running, half falling down a stairway. He ran all over the place, trying to make himself hard to hit. Bright blue lightning bolts went through the iron floor, making the place glow with the blue light. One nearly got him, then went up the wall, across the ceiling, and shattered a light bulb with a small explosion, which lifted Jean-Pierre off his feet and slammed him into a door, which cracked underneth the force of the impact. He found himself rolling down the ramp that tourists used if they didn't want to use the elevator amidst pieces of wood.
They always find a way to escape! D.C. ran toward the ruined door, glancing through it and seeing the kid get up and start running down the ramp. Oh well. Too bad he wouldn't make it to the bottom.
Jean-Pierre heard the roar of an explosion above him, saw the shock wave slam into the walkway in front of him. The inch thick iron protested and squealed as it bent under the force. A forty-foot section of the ramp bent then tore, making a sound ten times worse then fingernails on a chalkboard. That kind of sound hadn't been heard since the Titanic tore itself in half. The two halves of the walkway hung straight down, barely supported by seriously weakened metal.
Jean-Pierre knew he couldn't stop. He was moving far too fast. He would have to jump. As he left the ramp's surface, he knew he wouldn't reach the other side, forty feet away. In desperation, he reached out with his newly discovered powers.
The tectonic plate carrying Europe and most of Asia suddenly moved south twenty feet. The Himalayas grew twenty feet, the Mediterranean grew smaller by twenty feet, and a tidal wave thirty-four feet high crashed into northern Africa.
Quite suddenly, Jean-Pierre found himself on the other side of the abyss. He could hear something crashing, as if concrete were hitting pavement from a great height. Then he heard iron groaning.
D.C., caught off-guard by the sudden movement of the ground, was thrown off his feet. The weakened Eiffel Tower, also caught off-guard, gave out a sudden loud groan, and the top moved a few feet and tilted a couple of degrees. If anyone were outside, they would've noticed that the part of the tower above the second observation deck seemed to be leaning a tiny bit. But, no one was outside that was watching. D.C. knew this for a fact, as he picked himself up after crashing into an information desk.
Jean-Pierre was running at top speed, because he had felt the tower leaning. He glanced towards the ground far below, and shuddered. Imagine falling several hundred feet while trapped inside an iron grid with a madman trying to kill you. Not a pretty thought.
D.C. started running down the ramp as well. He was determined not to fail. He could see the kid, down below about 100 feet. He mustn't reach the ground. If he did, well, that would be disastrous for the mission. D.C. let loose a series of detonations, causing iron girders and beams to tumble down, just as he did to the girl. These crashed onto the walkway in several locations, effectively blocking or destroying it. The kid stopped, thought for a moment, then did the craziest thing D.C. had ever witnessed. He jumped over the railing, letting himself drop. D.C. watched as he plummeted, until he was lost from view in the network of girders. Well. If he wanted to commit suicide, let him commit suicide.
Up on the spaceship hovering over the far side of the moon, one of the six-handed figures turned to the other.
"Begin Multi-target sequence."
Wolverine woke up. He looked around. He was somewhere on the first observation deck, and he could see Jean lying on the floor twenty yards away.
Jean woke up. She could see Wolverine looking at her from atop a building housing the elevator shaft.
Cyclops woke up. He was lying on a girder somewhere between the second and top observation levels.
Storm woke up. She was on the ground, standing next to the entrances to the double decker elevators.
Marie tried to catch her breath. Jean-Pierre was heavier then he looked, and she had had to do some fancy foot work when they fell short of the girder she was planning to land on. Jean-Pierre was crouching beside her, and he was still shaken up by the near disaster. Both were very scared. And both didn't know they were being watched.