Authors notes: thank you all for reviewing the story. Yes the X-men will appear/spoken of. If ya missed it, the grandmother had a phone call from Xavier right before they were attacked. Also, she told them to go to the Institute. So, yes, they will eventually get there. And following the pattern, this portion of the story is told from Becky's POV. Also, if you don't like new characters, please don't read the story.
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
I watched in horror as the burly man pulled the blade from Gabby's side. She crumpled into a heap on the ground, blood seeping from the wound. I stared in shock at her pale face. I begged her to wake up silently and prayed she would be okay. I needed her; she couldn't die now. Anger and the need to avenge my fallen friend coursed through my system and invaded my mind. I picked myself up, smoldering with rage. I turned to the evil man, and attacked. I punched him in the stomach, and kicked him in the face, suprising him. Blood poured from his now broken nose. I cupped my hands together and felt a liquid rush from my veins to the palm of my hands to form a pool of water. I looked down to see a boiling ball of water spinning in my hands. I held it like a baseball and threw it in his face. I listened in satisfaction as he screamed in pain. He put his hands up to his burnt face and backed blindly from me, crying for the pain to stop. I grabbed his knife and sliced his arm open. There was no way he could survive the cut. Revenge was bittersweet, though. I dropped to my knees, adrenaline running from my tired limbs. I put my fingers to the pulse in Gabby's neck, and sighed with joy when I felt it's labored beat. I tried to pick her up, wishing now that I had tried out for cheerleading. She was heavy, and very hard to run with. I grabbed the moaning man's knife, and brandished it at anyone who came near us. I tried to dodge any guy with a gun, but I felt pain as a bullet grazed the side of my arm. I held on to Gabby as well as I could, but my arms were tiring from her weight.
Where's your guardian angel when you need him? I wondered. I shouted when I felt a body slam into me. I fell to the ground, dropping Gabby and the knife. I reached desperately for the knife, but the man that knocked me over kicked it out of my reach. I backed up, eyes never leaving his sneering face. One of the F.O.H. members behind him caught my attention. He looked only to be about 17, and was running forward to help his fellow terrorist. I tried to jump to my feet, knowing very well that I couldn't beat both of them, but the man kicked me I the chest and knocked me back to the ground. He was enjoying the feeling of power over my beaten form. I glared at him, and spit on his foot. He looked at the feeble attempt of an insult, and laughed. I took advantage of his loss of attention to reach back and grab the knife. I raised it with a forward arc, and brought it down onto his shoe. I saw the sharp blade pierce the leather of his boot, and heard him yell curses to the night.
I cried out in pain as he kicked me in the face, bruising me cheek. I looked up from my spot in the ground, black spots clouding my vision, to see the young F.O.H. member punch the man in the face. I crab walked backwards, trying to get away from him, unsure of how to react to his sudden mutiny. He was tall, and very strong. He had long silver colored hair that was held back by a low ponytail. It glowed like moonbeams in this horrible nightmare setting. He had a grim look on his face as he stared at his fallen companion's form. I looked at him, trying to see his intentions. I looked into his eyes, almost afraid of what I would find. After all, your eyes are the windows to your soul. My eyes widened, and I slowly got to my feet. His eyes were an odd color, a sort of orange red. They held no animosity, only kindness for a kindred spirit. I watched him as he bent down and scooped up Gabby's limp form. He held her carefully, trying not to injure her further. I looked at him, about to protest when I saw that he was motioning for me to follow him. I wasn't sure I should follow him, so I stayed where I was.
"How do I know that I can trust you?" I asked. He stared into my eyes, burning past my shields into my soul. I looked away, a bit nervous of his strong gaze.
"You don't," he whispered, and turned away with Gabby's limp form in his arms. I sighed and followed his retreating body into the forest. I marched behind him through the briars and the weeds for a few minutes, escaping the brutality that continued behind. Shadows twisted and withered with a life of their own. I watched with fear, expecting for more F.O.H. members to ambush me any minute. I jumped at loud noises; my nerves wearing thin with each moment. I heard screaming behind me, coming from Gabby's house. I shuddered at the horrific sound, and tried to block it from my ears. But I knew I would remember the sound for the rest of my life. I turned around to look in the direction we had come from, and saw brief flashes of light, a lot like lightning. I turned around, and ran to catch up to red eyes. He walked fast, and I had to jog to catch up. I finally noticed what direction we were headed, and I grabbed his arm, trying to catch his attention. Why were we headed towards the lake?
"Where are we going? Who are you, and why did you save us?" I asked. He looked back towards Gabby's and my lake. I watched his exasperated face turn back to me, and his spoke evenly.
"All of your questions will be answered. You must trust me, under the circumstances," he said. I looked at him uncertainly, but what else did I have to do?
I followed him to the clearing. It was still beautiful despite the events of the night. Moonlight streamed through the leaves, make its surface dark and mysterious. The dramatic beams sharpened the forest's shadows, as the light lay in bright pools on the still shores of the lake. Painful memories of happier times traveled at light's speed through my mind. So many years of thanking the sun for shining, feeling the cool waters reach out and caress our sweaty and sticky bodies. Such cheerful thoughts shouldn't intrude on this night, while Satan's demons run about. I watched him lay Gabby's injured body gently on the muddy banks. I walked over, pulling the first aid kit out of my bag. I opened it and pulled out the cotton balls and antiseptic. Red eyes walked back towards the fight as I busied myself with cleaning her wound. It was deep, and I was afraid that it might have pierced her stomach. I cleaned out the dirt and grim that lay around the cut, and wiped away some of the blood that trickled out of the wound. I held the cotton ball against it while I grabbed the gauze. I unwound it and wiped away some more of the blood. I began to worry that she might bleed to death, when I heard a crash in the woods behind me. I turned around and leapt to my feet, ready to defend her.
I saw two shadows moving towards us. I held my hands behind my back and felt the familiar feeling as a liquid was created and held in my hand. I choose ice this time, figuring I could knock one of the shadows out at least. I stood in front on Gabby's injured body, and got ready to throw it. Two boys walked out of the forest, laughing and joking. I spotted the F.O.H. patch on their jackets, just as one of them noticed me.
"Well, 'ello there- "he said, but dodged when I threw the ball of ice at his face. He turned around and watched it shatter on a rock near the edge of the forest.
"Nice meeting you too!" he exclaimed, turning back to me. He had a sort of English accent. He grinned at me, but I only glared back.
"I know what you are. So there's no reason to act so friendly with me!" I growled. He just grinned wider and turned back to the boy next to him.
"You got to love the famous southern hospitality!" he said in a stage whisper. The boy just grinned and turned back to me.
"Actually, we're not part of the F.O.H. We're just pretending to be. We are actually mutants just like you," he said.
"Prove it," I spat at him, kneeling down to protect Gabby's unconscious body. I glanced at her deathly pale face, and started to worry. I bit my bottom lip, trying to think of some way to stop the bleeding. I turned back to the two boys and swallowed my pride.
"Please," I said, my voice wavering slightly, "my friend needs help. She's bleeding to death." I didn't care what happened to me as long as she would be okay. I stood up, letting my hands fall defenselessly to my side. The jokester came forward and kneeled next to her body. I stood protectively by him. I wanted to make sure he wouldn't hurt her. Her breathing was shallow, and her heart was racing, trying to make up for all of the blood loss. Involuntary tears threatened to overflow from my eyes. I blinked them back, not wanting to show weakness. He looked at her wound, and turned back to the other boy.
"Static, you need to go find Oracle. This looks pretty bad," he said worriedly. The boy ran back to the woods, and Jokester turned to me, no more joking glint in his eyes.
"Don't worry, kid. We'll help her," he said kindly. I just looked at her frail body, and prayed that he'd be right.
The boy returned ten minutes later with a black girl following him. She was rather pretty, and had hazel eyes. She walked past Jokester and I to Gabby's side. She looked at the cut, and I watched as her hazel eyes started to glow.
"Hmm…look's like the blade pierced her stomach. Nothing too bad beyond that," she said more to herself than us. She sat down on the muddy bank and placed her hands over the bleeding wound. They began to glow softly, like when your hands cover the top of a flashlight with them. I heard Gabby moan a little, and her eyelids twitched. 'Oracle' pulled her hands back, looking drained but happy. I looked at Gabby's wound, but only saw her flesh. I turned to Oracle and asked amazed, "How did you do that?" She smiled at me and sat down Indian style on the ground.
"I sped up her bodies healing, making her heart race to produce more blood and make the skin grow over it faster. Her side will hurt a lot, though when she wakes up. That spot is still a bit tender," she said. I saw her eyes flutter a bit before she opened them wide. She must be exhausted, I thought. I smiled back at her and walked to Gabby's side. She moaned when I sat beside her. I brushed her hair off her face, happy to see she would be alright.
"I'm sorry for throwing that ball of ice at you, before," I said to jokester. I glanced at him and saw that he was grinning.
"That's okay. I guess I would have done the same in your position," he said cheerfully. I smiled at him, but turned back to Gabby when she started to wake up.
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