TITLE- X-Communicated, pt 4
AUTHOR- candy aka candylynn
E-MAIL ME- darksydelady@aol.com
TYPE- X-Men/X-Files Crossover
RATING- R
DISCLAIMER-I don't own anyone in the story.
NOTES- Smothers' is exposed and the X-Men tango with an enemy that may be their undoing.
Sorry it took so long for me to end this but I got hung up on a plot point sorry.
Mulder sat across from a worried and nervous Logan in the waiting room area of the MedLab. Scully, being a medical doctor, was inside assisting Dr. McCoy with patching up Jubilee. "Why Smothers?"
Logan looked up from his tightly clasped hands with urgency in his eyes. His mind had to focus on Mulder's question hard; he was so focused on his ailing friend that he had forgotten about Smothers for a second. But soon a rumbling growl in his chest alerted not only Mulder, but Scott and Remy that he had completely remembered the importance of the name Smothers.
"I doubt it Logan, he's FOH," Scott corrected in his normal holierthanthou tone. Logan's rebuttal was a sneering growl and baring his rather impressive cainine teeth.
"FOH?" Mulder's forehead wrinkled, he had heard the letters before... Frohickie had talked about the group in passing.
"Yes, Mon Ami, de FOH- Friends of Humanity. A bunch of misguided losers dat hate us Muties to no end. The mutant version of the KKK. Fewer in numbers but jus' as deadly." Gambit looked at the door, being empathic, he could feeling Jubilee's suffering or lack there of. He raised his head in alarm, he felt nothing from her at all, a weird placid calm that is usually accompanied by death.
Scully came out of the door a second later, "We sedated her, she'll be hurting for a few weeks to come, but she'll pull through." There was a collective sigh in the room, except from Logan who got to his feet and left the room for parts unknown.
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The Next Morning
The Smothers Residence
"WHERE IS THE GIRL YOU WORTHLESS FUR BAG!!!" The sound of flesh connecting with fur covered skin could be heard throughout the entire house. David Smothers stood over his son about ready to spit fire. "You fail me again, so help me boy..." Smothers rested his hands on the smooth leather of his belt. With a series of violent kicks he wrangled the small blonde boy into a tiny broom closet type room.
With a sneering hateful gaze Smothers slammed the door shut. "Damn worthless mutie."
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK...
Smothers' head snapped around as he heard the knock at the door. He sent up a silent prayer that it wasn't Greydon Creed. If it was he would have hell to pay.
Jogging up the steps, he entered his small kitchen then moved into the living room to answer the door. When he peered out, he was relieved to see Agents Mulder and Scully on his front porch. "Morning Agents?" He stated more as a question then a greeting. He was sure that he had never told them where he lived, completely sure.
"Good Morning Deputy, we have a few questions if you don't mind?" Scully flashed somewhat angry eyes at him. He nodded and came out onto the porch surprising both Mulder and Scully, they had been expecting to be invited inside. They both wondered what he was hiding.
"Ask away, I'm an open book." He said smiling.
"I am sure," Scully returned with a sour smirk. "We were wondering what you knew about the FOH?" Smothers eyes lost their smile, even while he forced the corners of his lips to remain up turned.
"Nothin', 'xcept that they meet a few times a week in town and their big man is here in town for a few days, they requested a parade, but the mayor refused it due to lack of interest." Smothers rebuttal was a heck of a lot more than 'nothin'.
"And why were so hesitant to go to Xavier's yesterday?" Mulder's eyes were narrowed as he tried to peck in the house over Smothers' shoulder. Noticing, he turned and closed the door all the way.
"The place is ... creepy. Call me chicken, but weird stuff goes on up there and since I saw no need to go..."
"Thank you Deputy. We'll see you at the station later." Mulder and Scully turned and left the befuddled man on his front porch. As they entered their rental car, Mulder looked at Scully with a pleasant smile.
*Was that long enough Jean?* He asked her in his head.
*Sure was.* she returned. To Deputy David Smothers, he had been speaking with Agents Mulder and Scully, but in reality Scully was still at the mansion, Jean had clouded Smoothers' mind and masqueraded as 'the mother to be' agent.
As the car rolled down the dirty and dusty road the lead away from Smothers place, Jean to turned to Mulder and said, "HE didn't attack Jubilee, but he knows who did. He's also hiding someone in the house. A boy, maybe 13 or 14. He is hurt or drugged and very, very scared." Mulder nodded and continued on his way.
Jean turned to looked out the window just as a familiar presence made itself known to her mind. "Mulder slowdown," Jean looked back at the small cabin and the now empty front porch. They were safe enough away from the cabin that Smothers wouldn't see them stopping here.
"What's wrong?" Mulder questioned as he stopped the car.
"Logan is nearby, and he is pissed." Mulder quirked an eyebrow. He had run across a pissed off Logan once, he wasn't sure if he was ready to face that demon again.
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BRRRRRING, BRRRRRRRING...CLICK
"Creed here," Greydon's voice oozed with confidence and silky evil that Smothers wished he had right now.
"We have a problem, he didn't get the girl. Claimed her friends and some FBI agents helped her. And now the FBI are questioning me."
"..."
"Creed, CREED! You still there?!?" Smothers yelled at the phone.
CLICK.
The sound of flat dial tone signaled that Creed had unceremoniously hung up the phone and also disconnected Smothers. Slouching back in his chair, David Smothers realized that it maybe time to pay his end of the deal that he made with the devil. The devil being Greydon Creed.
There was only one thing left to do.
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"Logan, where are you? I know you are out here." Jean whispered knowing that he would hear her no matter how low she talked.
"Jeanie go home...and take blue boy with ya." Logan grumbled from a tree.
"Logan I cannot allow you to do this, Smothers didn't kill those girls or hurt Jubilee..."
"I know that Jeanie ... it's the one that did that I am worryin' 'bout."
With the speed of a cheetah, Logan leapt from the tree and was standing in front of Jean and Mulder. He looked the agent up and down then returned his attention to Jean. "Go home Jeanie, that boy ain't right. Smothers did somethin' to him and it's time he be dealt with...one way or another."
Jean stared him down. "Logan let us handle this you are in no state..." He took off for the woods without listening to the rest of what she had to say.
"Stop Him!" Mulder ordered her. She looked at him with a slight amount of contempt, she knew what he was asking her to do, grab him with a TK hold. That would have been easy enough, but once she let him go there would be hell to pay. Logan may have loved her, but if she did that all bets were off.
"No," she whispered as she watched Logan stalk off in the forest. Her eyes held an odd look in them, Mulder was starting to understand why Summers didn't like Logan. If his wife looked at another man the way Jean was looking at Logan he would hate that man too.
"Well, now what," he asked?
"We get the others, come back at night fall, and see if we can help the boy. Logan was right, Smothers is doing something to him and we should at least try and help him before Logan gets his hands on him."
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8pm
The Smothers Household.
David sat on his sofa, trying to plot his next move. Everything he had he got because of his alliance with Creed. His job, his money... Now Creed was cutting all ties with him. He couldn't go into work today, he couldn't face the Agents. He was sure they at least suspected that he was involved with the girls being killed and the attack on the kid last night. But he knew they couldn't prove anything. All he needed to do was get rid of the only evidence ... his own son.
Smothers fingered the clear glass bottle of steroids Creed had given him and had been supplying him with for years. This was the magic for the genie, the one trick for the pony. Just the right amount was the thing that transformed his hairy, small doggish son into a hellhound. Too much of the specially concocted serum would kill him. And tonight the boy was going to die.
He stood in front of the door to his boy's room and unlocked the four bolts that secured the door. The smell of day old urine and rotting food compounded with bodily filth assaulted Smothers' nose like a baseball bat to the head.
"Papa please, I am sorry ... don't beat me..."
"Shut up ya worthless bag a..." Smothers shook the boy violently and then dragged him up the steps. Throwing the crying heap of a boy on the floor, he watched his son shake and quiver with fear and pain and got a sick pleasure in seeing him suffer so.
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"Ororo, lay down a thick blanket of fog to cover our approach," Scott requested of the beautiful weather witch. Nodding she raised one had over her head and like magic a thick, white cloud of fog began growing all around them.
Mulder, who was there against their wishes, watched from the safety of the car. His hands on the butt of his gun, just in case. He looked around the forest, expecting to see Wolfman Jack, as he called Logan, to appear out of the darkness.
"Okay ol' fearless, wha is de plan?"
"It's simple, no force unless absolutely necessary. Jean walks up, disguised as Scully, causes Smothers to black out. We get inside the house, find this 'boy' and secure him. If things are as bad as we think, we turn Smothers over to the authorizes, " Scott said pointing to Mulder. "Got it?"
"Wee." Remy returned flicking his dead cigarette into the forest. "Sorry Smoky de Bear, no ashtray handy."
The team took positions, under cover of the fog. Storm to the left of the porch, Scott to the right, Remy went around back. Jean exhaled and masked her appearance, becoming Scully to all who saw her. Mulder swallowed the developing lump in his throat as he forced himself to remember that it was Jean standing there not his beloved Scully.
Jean looked back at the car, acutely aware of Mulder's concern, and smiled reassuringly at him. It was then that he truly realized that it wasn't Scully, she would have never smiled like that, Dana would have gave him a sneering glance and berated him for being overprotective.
Mulder, returned to his tree search for the wayward member of this motley crew. Finally, he spotted a short figure crouching in the distance. The gleam of his razor sharp claws sparkled in the moonlight.
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David penned his son to the floor of the kitchen with all his weight. The boy fought as hard as he could, but between malnutrition and withdrawal from the harsh drugs he'd been given over the years, he could do little more than squirm.
David plunged the needle into the battle of steroids and filled it. The normal dose was half the needle's length, so a full needle full of the poison should kill the boy in a matter of minutes. "Pipedown fleabag," He told the boy as he shoved the needle into his neck. The boy let out a howling cry.
From outside Jean could feel his pain, the plan was falling apart, they had to act now. But before Scott and the others had time to react to the boys cry. The sound of breaking glass and growls alerted them something was terribly wrong. Jean's masquerade feel away and she returned to normal as she rushed the porch and ripped the door from it's hinges with her mind. The others entered the house.
Once inside, Jean saw a nightmare come to life. A blonde bemouth of a monster with long claws and fierce fangs held David Smothers high above the kitchen floor choking the life out of him. The deputy's blooded body dangled from the demon's death grip like a limp noodle from a fork. His eyes were rolled up in his head and blood gushed from his nose spraying his attacker.
The sound of his neckbones breaking finally snapped Jean out of her momentary gore induced trance. She reached out to the monster with her mind, but found a swirl of bloodlust and chaos where his mind should have been. It had a mission, kill everything.
The electric hum of a kinetically charged playing card wizzed through the air and connected with the back of the monster's head. Undaughted by the mini explosion, it simply tossed Smothers into the open refrigerator and turned it's rage on the raggin' Cajun.
SNINKT!!!
The overpowering growl of Logan bellowed from the backdoor in the kitchen as he and Remy prepared to take out the monster. Remy unleashed a fury of cards while Logan rushed the beast and began to hack and slash it with his claws. "NO LOGAN WAIT!!" Jean demanded. From over her shoulder, a red laser pulse soared by her hitting manic in the leg. It did little to stop it. Only made him angrier.
With a blood curdling howl, he tossed Logan into both Jean and Scott and backhanded Remy into the wall. As it lumbered over to him, Storm entered from the livingroom and blasted it with a strong jolt of lightening. But it too had no effect. Turning away from Remy, it approached Storm. Snatching her by her neck he again hoisted his victim high above him and began to slowly crush her neck.
"FREEZE," Mulder pointed his government issue at the beast and waited for it's next move. From be hind, Logan attempted to rush the beast again, but it had sensed him and spun around, kicking him in the face hard with Ororo's dangling legs. With no other choices left to him, Mulder had to get the thing away from the injured people now littering the cabin floor.
He fired three shots. They tore into his back, the monster wailed in pain and slamed Ororo into the floor. It stood erect and angry as it turned to face Mulder, it's new primary target. "Come on fuzzypants." He muttered under his breath. The beast turned, but before he could give chase, Mulder broke out of the front door headed for the car. The plan, run the damn thing over with it...several times.
As he started the car, the enraged wildchild, emerged from the house and dropped to all fours as he raced towards the car. Holding on foot on the break and mashing the break, Mulder prepared himself for the ultimate game of chicken, only this time the object of the game was to hit the other guy. Releasing the break, the car spun it's wheels and barreled towards it. Surprisingly, the monster roared and ran faster.
Just before the car connected with it, he lowered his head and shoulder. When the bumper hit him the car jumped and heaved skyward. In a matter of a split second the car was perpendicular with the ground and all of the under workings of the machine were exposed as the rental car became airborne and flipped over.
With a loud crash and thump, the car came to rest on it's roof and slide forty feet into the front steps of the house. Secured by his seatbelt, Mulder hung upside down from his seat completely unconscience.
Once the dust settled, the blonde demon raised off the ground and looked at it's painfully injured shoulder, but the drugs the high dose of the drug it was jacked up on counteracted it. The Beast, satisfied that all parties were handled, headed off into the woods. He still had another target to deal with, the one from last night, the only one ever to get away, Jubilation Lee.
AUTHOR- candy aka candylynn
E-MAIL ME- darksydelady@aol.com
TYPE- X-Men/X-Files Crossover
RATING- R
DISCLAIMER-I don't own anyone in the story.
NOTES- Smothers' is exposed and the X-Men tango with an enemy that may be their undoing.
Sorry it took so long for me to end this but I got hung up on a plot point sorry.
Mulder sat across from a worried and nervous Logan in the waiting room area of the MedLab. Scully, being a medical doctor, was inside assisting Dr. McCoy with patching up Jubilee. "Why Smothers?"
Logan looked up from his tightly clasped hands with urgency in his eyes. His mind had to focus on Mulder's question hard; he was so focused on his ailing friend that he had forgotten about Smothers for a second. But soon a rumbling growl in his chest alerted not only Mulder, but Scott and Remy that he had completely remembered the importance of the name Smothers.
"I doubt it Logan, he's FOH," Scott corrected in his normal holierthanthou tone. Logan's rebuttal was a sneering growl and baring his rather impressive cainine teeth.
"FOH?" Mulder's forehead wrinkled, he had heard the letters before... Frohickie had talked about the group in passing.
"Yes, Mon Ami, de FOH- Friends of Humanity. A bunch of misguided losers dat hate us Muties to no end. The mutant version of the KKK. Fewer in numbers but jus' as deadly." Gambit looked at the door, being empathic, he could feeling Jubilee's suffering or lack there of. He raised his head in alarm, he felt nothing from her at all, a weird placid calm that is usually accompanied by death.
Scully came out of the door a second later, "We sedated her, she'll be hurting for a few weeks to come, but she'll pull through." There was a collective sigh in the room, except from Logan who got to his feet and left the room for parts unknown.
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The Next Morning
The Smothers Residence
"WHERE IS THE GIRL YOU WORTHLESS FUR BAG!!!" The sound of flesh connecting with fur covered skin could be heard throughout the entire house. David Smothers stood over his son about ready to spit fire. "You fail me again, so help me boy..." Smothers rested his hands on the smooth leather of his belt. With a series of violent kicks he wrangled the small blonde boy into a tiny broom closet type room.
With a sneering hateful gaze Smothers slammed the door shut. "Damn worthless mutie."
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK...
Smothers' head snapped around as he heard the knock at the door. He sent up a silent prayer that it wasn't Greydon Creed. If it was he would have hell to pay.
Jogging up the steps, he entered his small kitchen then moved into the living room to answer the door. When he peered out, he was relieved to see Agents Mulder and Scully on his front porch. "Morning Agents?" He stated more as a question then a greeting. He was sure that he had never told them where he lived, completely sure.
"Good Morning Deputy, we have a few questions if you don't mind?" Scully flashed somewhat angry eyes at him. He nodded and came out onto the porch surprising both Mulder and Scully, they had been expecting to be invited inside. They both wondered what he was hiding.
"Ask away, I'm an open book." He said smiling.
"I am sure," Scully returned with a sour smirk. "We were wondering what you knew about the FOH?" Smothers eyes lost their smile, even while he forced the corners of his lips to remain up turned.
"Nothin', 'xcept that they meet a few times a week in town and their big man is here in town for a few days, they requested a parade, but the mayor refused it due to lack of interest." Smothers rebuttal was a heck of a lot more than 'nothin'.
"And why were so hesitant to go to Xavier's yesterday?" Mulder's eyes were narrowed as he tried to peck in the house over Smothers' shoulder. Noticing, he turned and closed the door all the way.
"The place is ... creepy. Call me chicken, but weird stuff goes on up there and since I saw no need to go..."
"Thank you Deputy. We'll see you at the station later." Mulder and Scully turned and left the befuddled man on his front porch. As they entered their rental car, Mulder looked at Scully with a pleasant smile.
*Was that long enough Jean?* He asked her in his head.
*Sure was.* she returned. To Deputy David Smothers, he had been speaking with Agents Mulder and Scully, but in reality Scully was still at the mansion, Jean had clouded Smoothers' mind and masqueraded as 'the mother to be' agent.
As the car rolled down the dirty and dusty road the lead away from Smothers place, Jean to turned to Mulder and said, "HE didn't attack Jubilee, but he knows who did. He's also hiding someone in the house. A boy, maybe 13 or 14. He is hurt or drugged and very, very scared." Mulder nodded and continued on his way.
Jean turned to looked out the window just as a familiar presence made itself known to her mind. "Mulder slowdown," Jean looked back at the small cabin and the now empty front porch. They were safe enough away from the cabin that Smothers wouldn't see them stopping here.
"What's wrong?" Mulder questioned as he stopped the car.
"Logan is nearby, and he is pissed." Mulder quirked an eyebrow. He had run across a pissed off Logan once, he wasn't sure if he was ready to face that demon again.
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BRRRRRING, BRRRRRRRING...CLICK
"Creed here," Greydon's voice oozed with confidence and silky evil that Smothers wished he had right now.
"We have a problem, he didn't get the girl. Claimed her friends and some FBI agents helped her. And now the FBI are questioning me."
"..."
"Creed, CREED! You still there?!?" Smothers yelled at the phone.
CLICK.
The sound of flat dial tone signaled that Creed had unceremoniously hung up the phone and also disconnected Smothers. Slouching back in his chair, David Smothers realized that it maybe time to pay his end of the deal that he made with the devil. The devil being Greydon Creed.
There was only one thing left to do.
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"Logan, where are you? I know you are out here." Jean whispered knowing that he would hear her no matter how low she talked.
"Jeanie go home...and take blue boy with ya." Logan grumbled from a tree.
"Logan I cannot allow you to do this, Smothers didn't kill those girls or hurt Jubilee..."
"I know that Jeanie ... it's the one that did that I am worryin' 'bout."
With the speed of a cheetah, Logan leapt from the tree and was standing in front of Jean and Mulder. He looked the agent up and down then returned his attention to Jean. "Go home Jeanie, that boy ain't right. Smothers did somethin' to him and it's time he be dealt with...one way or another."
Jean stared him down. "Logan let us handle this you are in no state..." He took off for the woods without listening to the rest of what she had to say.
"Stop Him!" Mulder ordered her. She looked at him with a slight amount of contempt, she knew what he was asking her to do, grab him with a TK hold. That would have been easy enough, but once she let him go there would be hell to pay. Logan may have loved her, but if she did that all bets were off.
"No," she whispered as she watched Logan stalk off in the forest. Her eyes held an odd look in them, Mulder was starting to understand why Summers didn't like Logan. If his wife looked at another man the way Jean was looking at Logan he would hate that man too.
"Well, now what," he asked?
"We get the others, come back at night fall, and see if we can help the boy. Logan was right, Smothers is doing something to him and we should at least try and help him before Logan gets his hands on him."
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8pm
The Smothers Household.
David sat on his sofa, trying to plot his next move. Everything he had he got because of his alliance with Creed. His job, his money... Now Creed was cutting all ties with him. He couldn't go into work today, he couldn't face the Agents. He was sure they at least suspected that he was involved with the girls being killed and the attack on the kid last night. But he knew they couldn't prove anything. All he needed to do was get rid of the only evidence ... his own son.
Smothers fingered the clear glass bottle of steroids Creed had given him and had been supplying him with for years. This was the magic for the genie, the one trick for the pony. Just the right amount was the thing that transformed his hairy, small doggish son into a hellhound. Too much of the specially concocted serum would kill him. And tonight the boy was going to die.
He stood in front of the door to his boy's room and unlocked the four bolts that secured the door. The smell of day old urine and rotting food compounded with bodily filth assaulted Smothers' nose like a baseball bat to the head.
"Papa please, I am sorry ... don't beat me..."
"Shut up ya worthless bag a..." Smothers shook the boy violently and then dragged him up the steps. Throwing the crying heap of a boy on the floor, he watched his son shake and quiver with fear and pain and got a sick pleasure in seeing him suffer so.
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"Ororo, lay down a thick blanket of fog to cover our approach," Scott requested of the beautiful weather witch. Nodding she raised one had over her head and like magic a thick, white cloud of fog began growing all around them.
Mulder, who was there against their wishes, watched from the safety of the car. His hands on the butt of his gun, just in case. He looked around the forest, expecting to see Wolfman Jack, as he called Logan, to appear out of the darkness.
"Okay ol' fearless, wha is de plan?"
"It's simple, no force unless absolutely necessary. Jean walks up, disguised as Scully, causes Smothers to black out. We get inside the house, find this 'boy' and secure him. If things are as bad as we think, we turn Smothers over to the authorizes, " Scott said pointing to Mulder. "Got it?"
"Wee." Remy returned flicking his dead cigarette into the forest. "Sorry Smoky de Bear, no ashtray handy."
The team took positions, under cover of the fog. Storm to the left of the porch, Scott to the right, Remy went around back. Jean exhaled and masked her appearance, becoming Scully to all who saw her. Mulder swallowed the developing lump in his throat as he forced himself to remember that it was Jean standing there not his beloved Scully.
Jean looked back at the car, acutely aware of Mulder's concern, and smiled reassuringly at him. It was then that he truly realized that it wasn't Scully, she would have never smiled like that, Dana would have gave him a sneering glance and berated him for being overprotective.
Mulder, returned to his tree search for the wayward member of this motley crew. Finally, he spotted a short figure crouching in the distance. The gleam of his razor sharp claws sparkled in the moonlight.
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David penned his son to the floor of the kitchen with all his weight. The boy fought as hard as he could, but between malnutrition and withdrawal from the harsh drugs he'd been given over the years, he could do little more than squirm.
David plunged the needle into the battle of steroids and filled it. The normal dose was half the needle's length, so a full needle full of the poison should kill the boy in a matter of minutes. "Pipedown fleabag," He told the boy as he shoved the needle into his neck. The boy let out a howling cry.
From outside Jean could feel his pain, the plan was falling apart, they had to act now. But before Scott and the others had time to react to the boys cry. The sound of breaking glass and growls alerted them something was terribly wrong. Jean's masquerade feel away and she returned to normal as she rushed the porch and ripped the door from it's hinges with her mind. The others entered the house.
Once inside, Jean saw a nightmare come to life. A blonde bemouth of a monster with long claws and fierce fangs held David Smothers high above the kitchen floor choking the life out of him. The deputy's blooded body dangled from the demon's death grip like a limp noodle from a fork. His eyes were rolled up in his head and blood gushed from his nose spraying his attacker.
The sound of his neckbones breaking finally snapped Jean out of her momentary gore induced trance. She reached out to the monster with her mind, but found a swirl of bloodlust and chaos where his mind should have been. It had a mission, kill everything.
The electric hum of a kinetically charged playing card wizzed through the air and connected with the back of the monster's head. Undaughted by the mini explosion, it simply tossed Smothers into the open refrigerator and turned it's rage on the raggin' Cajun.
SNINKT!!!
The overpowering growl of Logan bellowed from the backdoor in the kitchen as he and Remy prepared to take out the monster. Remy unleashed a fury of cards while Logan rushed the beast and began to hack and slash it with his claws. "NO LOGAN WAIT!!" Jean demanded. From over her shoulder, a red laser pulse soared by her hitting manic in the leg. It did little to stop it. Only made him angrier.
With a blood curdling howl, he tossed Logan into both Jean and Scott and backhanded Remy into the wall. As it lumbered over to him, Storm entered from the livingroom and blasted it with a strong jolt of lightening. But it too had no effect. Turning away from Remy, it approached Storm. Snatching her by her neck he again hoisted his victim high above him and began to slowly crush her neck.
"FREEZE," Mulder pointed his government issue at the beast and waited for it's next move. From be hind, Logan attempted to rush the beast again, but it had sensed him and spun around, kicking him in the face hard with Ororo's dangling legs. With no other choices left to him, Mulder had to get the thing away from the injured people now littering the cabin floor.
He fired three shots. They tore into his back, the monster wailed in pain and slamed Ororo into the floor. It stood erect and angry as it turned to face Mulder, it's new primary target. "Come on fuzzypants." He muttered under his breath. The beast turned, but before he could give chase, Mulder broke out of the front door headed for the car. The plan, run the damn thing over with it...several times.
As he started the car, the enraged wildchild, emerged from the house and dropped to all fours as he raced towards the car. Holding on foot on the break and mashing the break, Mulder prepared himself for the ultimate game of chicken, only this time the object of the game was to hit the other guy. Releasing the break, the car spun it's wheels and barreled towards it. Surprisingly, the monster roared and ran faster.
Just before the car connected with it, he lowered his head and shoulder. When the bumper hit him the car jumped and heaved skyward. In a matter of a split second the car was perpendicular with the ground and all of the under workings of the machine were exposed as the rental car became airborne and flipped over.
With a loud crash and thump, the car came to rest on it's roof and slide forty feet into the front steps of the house. Secured by his seatbelt, Mulder hung upside down from his seat completely unconscience.
Once the dust settled, the blonde demon raised off the ground and looked at it's painfully injured shoulder, but the drugs the high dose of the drug it was jacked up on counteracted it. The Beast, satisfied that all parties were handled, headed off into the woods. He still had another target to deal with, the one from last night, the only one ever to get away, Jubilation Lee.