When The Cup Over
Flows…
The noise scared the shit out of me. I was terrified; no one had broken
into my apartment when I was home before. I jumped out of bed, tripped
because the sheets were wrapped around my foot, now lying on the floor
I scrambled to grab the gun out of the nightstand drawer. I slowly got
up and started creeping towards my bedroom door; from there I could get
a clear view of the intruder. Opening the handle just enough so I could
peak out, what I saw surprised me.
There, standing among what was once my front door, were two guys. One was
short and sort of greenish looking, he was yelling at the taller guy who
looked like a kitty on steroids. The short green guy was saying something
about how the noise would attract people and the taller one just growled.
He looked like the type of guy who spent his whole life perfecting that
growl, the way his sharpest teeth showed and he puffed out his chest and
everything. He also looked like he was debating if he was paid enough not
to eat the green guy. He turned and stepped in to the kitchen as the green
guy bounced into the small room where my busted TV was sitting on an old
crate in front of a beat up couch. I quietly shut the door and threw a
pair of shorts on that had been lying on the floor. One look at these two
and I knew it was fire escape time; no telling how long they'd be busy,
but it probably wouldn't be for long. I grabbed my coat and through on
a old pair of worn sneakers as I opened the window and climbed on the ledge
and started down as fast as possible. Something told me that they weren't
interested in what I have in my apartment but more of well, me.
Why the fuck they wanted me I didn't know. But when a man who growls more
than talks is trying to get you, you can tell that it's not just to have
a friendly chat over a cup of coffee. I could hear them destroying my apartment
and I knew that I needed to get far, far away very fast. As I landed on
the last landing before the street about ten to fifteen feet down, I looked
up and saw the green guy looking down at me. He blinked a few times then
called over his shoulder for the other guy before starting down him self,
he was fast. I think he called the other guy 'Sharp Tooth' and he was 'Frog'
but I'm not sure. I jumped over the railing hit the street pretty hard,
knowing that my knee injury I got at basketball camp four years ago was
going to make it clear that it is still there and very mad I forgot about
it. Taking off into the back alley I could hear them shouting.
"Bloody Hell! Hurry the fuck up will you! If Xavier's punks get to her
before we do, the Boss will kill us, if Mystique lets us live that long…"
There was another growl as I could hear two sets of footsteps gaining speed
as I ran through back alleys trying to lose them.
I still
couldn't understand why anyone would be after me, I don't have any debts
to the local gangs or loan sharks, and I don't gamble, why the hell do
they want me? Still a basic rule is if someone wants you and you don't
know why, you probably don't want to know anyway. Running in shorts and
an old nightshirt through back alleys of New York was so not what I had
in mind for how to spend my Birthday. I rounded a corner thinking that
I'd lost them, they were pretty close but a couple of cars slowed them
down. Getting hit by a few cars will do that.
I'd
been running for ten minutes, doubled back twice and now I couldn't see
them anywhere so I stopped to catch my breath. I leaned against a faded
red brick building in an alley with more flies than alley, and that smelled
like old food and dead things. Why do I always end up near dead things?
Someday I'm moving out of the city and getting a nice job back in Massachusetts.
If I live that long. After resting for a few minutes I decided to poke
my head out of the alley to see if things were clear for me to get to Ryan
or Nichelle. I was sure that if I got to one of them they could help me
figure things out.
Then
I saw claws attached to a kitty on steroids digging into my stomach. The
claws twisted and dug just under my ribs, too close to my heart for comfort.
I screamed out in pain as the green guy covered my mouth with a cloth that
smelled odd. Some sort of knock out drug I guessed. I figured my odds to
getting out of this were about as good as winning the lottery without buying
a ticket. Then they dropped me, I landed hard on my side on something that
was either broken glass or very sharp rocks. I screamed out in pain as
tears started forming in my eyes, this was not what I had in mind for how
I was going to die. That thought sent chills up my spin or what I could
feel of it, I was going to die. I could tell I was losing a lot of blood
but I tried to get up, I knew I needed to get away from them, or they would
kill me. I tried a few times but my loss of blood and drug induced state
wouldn't let me move more than a few inches then collapsing painfully back
on to the ground. I managed to turn to face where they had gone, back into
the street. The drug that he put over my face was really messing with my
vision, everything was getting blurry. But I could see that they looked
to be preoccupied by a group in black spandex, there were about five of
them. I looked up as I lay bleeding on the sidewalk and saw red flashes
of light and then someone coming towards me.
I closed
my eyes and heard some more growls and other fighting sounds. When I opened
my eyes again, there was a black woman with snow white hair kneeling over
me, she said a few soothing words, like how they were going to help me,
and that everything was going to be ok. My mind got pulled into a short
vision, when I opened my eyes again, I looked up at her blue ones. She
stopped speaking and trying to cover my wounds for a second. Then put a
comforting hand on my shoulder that wasn't cut and bleeding from the glass.
Her hands were warm, her smile as gentle as her words when she spoke next.
"Child,
you will be fine, the X-men will prevail. I will help you, do not worry."
She said in a soothing voice that made me think she dealt with hysterical
children way too much. But I knew better. I knew the out come of this battle,
I'm going to die and something bad is going to happen to one of the sides
fighting here. I forced a cynical smile then I spoke.
"No, I'm going to die and you… and you…" I croaked out, not realizing how dry my voice had become. She gave me a sad smile, but just kept doing her best to get me ok enough to move me. I couldn't finish what I was saying, I wasn't sure myself. My head was swimming now; I don't think I could stay awake much longer. Then her com-badge went off.
"Storm, we need you! Mystique and Magneto are here watch out for…"
The
male voice never finished the warning that had come too late. She took
a blast full to the chest and was sent flying backwards into a dumpster,
she didn't get back up. I blinked my eyes becoming heavy; the last thing
I saw was the outline of a woman with blue skin…
YEA! Ok! That was really intersting wasn't it? Who will she end up with? (Put your idea's on who you want when you review) I know I know another cliff hanger but how else am I going to get you to come back? Remember reviews mean better and longer chapters!!
