The headlights only gave Ororo about 6 feet to see in front of her, which didn't leave her with good odds to drive through the pitch black forest to the Blackbird without crashing and burning. In her haste to dodge one tree, however, she almost hit one head-on. Among everyone's screams, Kitty stretched her powers further than she ever had before and phased the car out. This left her almost in tears due to a massive headache. And, unfortunately, due to the nature of her power, the car battery had died.
With Storm taking to the air and spotting the Blackbird, the X-Men slowly hobbled toward their craft. Logan was fading fast, despite Scott's efforts to keep him awake. "Come on, man, stay with us," he said, smacking his teammate lightly on the cheek. With Kurt struggling to drag Evan along, Kitty was lagging behind and becoming more and more disoriented with every step.
"You OK, girl?" Evan asked.
"You're alright?" She blinked, almost losing her balance turning her head to look at him.
"Sure, sure...just a little crispy around the edges."
"Zen vould you mind getting off of me?" Kurt grumbled, letting Evan stand on his own two feet. As Kitty steadied herself on Kurt, who was beginning to feel like the team crutch, a shout or two echoed through the trees. Followed immediately by a bolt of lightning, courtesy of Storm. With his keen night vision, Nightcrawler could see that there were more armed men in black uniforms surrounding the Blackbird.
Without a word, he and Kitty disappeared with a BAMF. A second later, he re-appeared and ported Scott and Logan onto the jet. Evan was next. With both boys aboard, the BAMF-happy elf took a breather as everyone secured themselves. Kitty sat down and seemed just a little dizzy, but in her head she was fighting hard not to freak out. Scott pulled a first aid kit from under a seat and threw it to Evan to help Logan with.
Mumbling about a screen door in a submarine, Spyke took out a tiny roll of bandages and tried to wrap at least some of Logan's wounds. Scott, meanwhile, manned the pilot seat and kicked the jet into gear. Seeing a flash out of the corner of his eye, he flipped a switch on his panel and the side door opened, allowing Storm to glide in. As the engines roared to their normal speed, however, Ororo didn't come in from the cold.
Kurt stepped to the open hatch and peered into the darkness. Suddenly, in a brilliant flash of light and a deafening clap of thunder, Storm was launched into Nightcrawler and both tumbled safely inside. Cyclops closed the doors quickly and lifted off. Sharply turning to avoid crashing into Mt. McKenna, the jet hurled everyone to one side, which was the straw that broke the camel's back as far as Kitty was concerned.
Being thrown from her chair, she started crying. Her face stung a little when she tried to hold it back again, but the drama she'd been put through today was too much. Being locked up, seeing Mr. Logan like that, getting slapped hard by the other Logan, phasing the car through the trees...that was the worst. She was really scared when her headache only got worse from that point on. Thats all she was, in fact, scared. The worrying and the pain took a back seat, and she was very scared.
"Hey, it's OK," Kurt said, plopping down on the floor next to her and putting on a fake grin. She turned away from him a little, just wanting to cry it out herself. But, with a furry finger, he wiped a little trickle of blood from her lip, and also knocked down whatever wall she was trying to put up. "It's not OK," she whispered, looking over at Logan and crying into Kurt's shoulder.
The jolly elf just couldn't hold up his usual optimistic attitude when he looked at his falled comrade. He'd seen Logan survive stuff that you only saw in cartoons, and now that he thought about it, always associated the eldest X-man with a sense of security simply because he always got back up. And now he was sitting six feet away, either dead or dying.
As the Blackbird soared down south, the X-Men were oblivious to the danger that was brewing even further down the coast than Bayville. Because, just minutes after their escape and Sabretooth's departure, all the wrong phone calls had been made to a certain maximum security prison to have a certain enhanced mutant transferred the next morning.
With Storm taking to the air and spotting the Blackbird, the X-Men slowly hobbled toward their craft. Logan was fading fast, despite Scott's efforts to keep him awake. "Come on, man, stay with us," he said, smacking his teammate lightly on the cheek. With Kurt struggling to drag Evan along, Kitty was lagging behind and becoming more and more disoriented with every step.
"You OK, girl?" Evan asked.
"You're alright?" She blinked, almost losing her balance turning her head to look at him.
"Sure, sure...just a little crispy around the edges."
"Zen vould you mind getting off of me?" Kurt grumbled, letting Evan stand on his own two feet. As Kitty steadied herself on Kurt, who was beginning to feel like the team crutch, a shout or two echoed through the trees. Followed immediately by a bolt of lightning, courtesy of Storm. With his keen night vision, Nightcrawler could see that there were more armed men in black uniforms surrounding the Blackbird.
Without a word, he and Kitty disappeared with a BAMF. A second later, he re-appeared and ported Scott and Logan onto the jet. Evan was next. With both boys aboard, the BAMF-happy elf took a breather as everyone secured themselves. Kitty sat down and seemed just a little dizzy, but in her head she was fighting hard not to freak out. Scott pulled a first aid kit from under a seat and threw it to Evan to help Logan with.
Mumbling about a screen door in a submarine, Spyke took out a tiny roll of bandages and tried to wrap at least some of Logan's wounds. Scott, meanwhile, manned the pilot seat and kicked the jet into gear. Seeing a flash out of the corner of his eye, he flipped a switch on his panel and the side door opened, allowing Storm to glide in. As the engines roared to their normal speed, however, Ororo didn't come in from the cold.
Kurt stepped to the open hatch and peered into the darkness. Suddenly, in a brilliant flash of light and a deafening clap of thunder, Storm was launched into Nightcrawler and both tumbled safely inside. Cyclops closed the doors quickly and lifted off. Sharply turning to avoid crashing into Mt. McKenna, the jet hurled everyone to one side, which was the straw that broke the camel's back as far as Kitty was concerned.
Being thrown from her chair, she started crying. Her face stung a little when she tried to hold it back again, but the drama she'd been put through today was too much. Being locked up, seeing Mr. Logan like that, getting slapped hard by the other Logan, phasing the car through the trees...that was the worst. She was really scared when her headache only got worse from that point on. Thats all she was, in fact, scared. The worrying and the pain took a back seat, and she was very scared.
"Hey, it's OK," Kurt said, plopping down on the floor next to her and putting on a fake grin. She turned away from him a little, just wanting to cry it out herself. But, with a furry finger, he wiped a little trickle of blood from her lip, and also knocked down whatever wall she was trying to put up. "It's not OK," she whispered, looking over at Logan and crying into Kurt's shoulder.
The jolly elf just couldn't hold up his usual optimistic attitude when he looked at his falled comrade. He'd seen Logan survive stuff that you only saw in cartoons, and now that he thought about it, always associated the eldest X-man with a sense of security simply because he always got back up. And now he was sitting six feet away, either dead or dying.
As the Blackbird soared down south, the X-Men were oblivious to the danger that was brewing even further down the coast than Bayville. Because, just minutes after their escape and Sabretooth's departure, all the wrong phone calls had been made to a certain maximum security prison to have a certain enhanced mutant transferred the next morning.