Storm sighed as she took to the frigid air once more, becoming one with the
elements that swirled and gusted, making her long white hair billow about
her lithe African figure.
She stretched out amongst the wind, playing it lightly with her fingertips as she soared above the abandoned district, her pupiless eyes glowing white as they searched the barren ground below.
"Psylocke to Storm. Storm, do you read?"
Betsy's British accent broke the lonely silence of the skies, startling the wind-riding weather witch from her stormy thoughts.
"Storm to Psylocke. I read you, child. Have you found anything?"
Her pleasant, low-pitched voice seemed to echo in the brisk evening air.
"I may have, Storm. I could not be certain of whom they were, for one mind was completely blocked from me and the other was too murky with pain to decipher."
Betsy paused for breath.
"You are nearing the location, Storm, perhaps you could fly in for a closer look?"
Storm controlled a large gust of wind that threatened to override her smooth flight before answering.
"Yes, of course, child. I will examine it immediately. Where is this place?"
Psylocke transferred the coordinates into Storm's mind for fear of interception by the enemy, while adding a small plea that Storm should do everything she could for Betsy's boyfriend, the Russian giant Colossus.
"I am on my way. Storm out."
Storm's costume fluttered in the wind as she created a small hurricane to help speed her to her destination.
She spread her arms gracefully, her long hair flying out behind her as she rode the wind, feeling the rising storm serge through her blood and into the surrounding air.
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Storm hushed the winds as she hovered above the place that was ingrained in her mind, silent lest she should give away her advantage.
She scanned the ground quickly with white hawk-like eyes, searching for any trace of her Russian metal morphing friend.
"Ah, Storm, what a pleasant surprise. I do believe we've met before, perhaps in the Savage Lands?"
Storm whipped around, her glowing eyes widening as they took in the producer of the voice.
"Magneto!"
Magneto smiled.
"Well observed, Storm. Your little metallic friend was not as quick-witted, unfortunately for him."
Storm made no attempt to hide the rage that played upon her face.
"If you have so much as touched Peter with your filthy hands, I shall make it known to you why I am called 'Storm'!"
A small chuckled came from the purple-clad master of magnetism.
"Tut tut, my dear, you must learn to control your temper, or you will suffer the consequences as did your skunk-haired country hick of a team mate."
Storm gasped.
"What have you done to her?!"
A solemn look displayed itself on the villain's face.
"My dear, you really know nothing of logic, do you? I have done nothing to her. Rather, her metal-skulled * boyfriend * paid the price."
Storm looked as if she would be sick.
"You didn't," She whispered.
"I did," He said, his face breaking into a grin.
"You are insane," She said, thoroughly disgusted.
"Such is the cost of freedom, my dear," He said with a nonchalant shrug.
Storm made no answer, letting the disrupted elements show her enraged emotions by darkening the clouds and streaking the sky with flashes of lightning.
"If I would not become like you, Magneto," She said in a deathly fierce whisper.
"Then I would kill you."
Magneto chuckled.
"Action is better than words, my dear," He said, his arms outstretched as he called metal from the structures so far below.
Scraps of sharp, twisted metal rose into the swirling air until they surrounded him in a circle, a fence of razor-sharp blades that would beckon to his every thought.
"And this," He said, his hand clenched into a fist. "Is action."
He opened his fist, loosening his hold on the knife-like projectiles.
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She stretched out amongst the wind, playing it lightly with her fingertips as she soared above the abandoned district, her pupiless eyes glowing white as they searched the barren ground below.
"Psylocke to Storm. Storm, do you read?"
Betsy's British accent broke the lonely silence of the skies, startling the wind-riding weather witch from her stormy thoughts.
"Storm to Psylocke. I read you, child. Have you found anything?"
Her pleasant, low-pitched voice seemed to echo in the brisk evening air.
"I may have, Storm. I could not be certain of whom they were, for one mind was completely blocked from me and the other was too murky with pain to decipher."
Betsy paused for breath.
"You are nearing the location, Storm, perhaps you could fly in for a closer look?"
Storm controlled a large gust of wind that threatened to override her smooth flight before answering.
"Yes, of course, child. I will examine it immediately. Where is this place?"
Psylocke transferred the coordinates into Storm's mind for fear of interception by the enemy, while adding a small plea that Storm should do everything she could for Betsy's boyfriend, the Russian giant Colossus.
"I am on my way. Storm out."
Storm's costume fluttered in the wind as she created a small hurricane to help speed her to her destination.
She spread her arms gracefully, her long hair flying out behind her as she rode the wind, feeling the rising storm serge through her blood and into the surrounding air.
+ + + + +
Storm hushed the winds as she hovered above the place that was ingrained in her mind, silent lest she should give away her advantage.
She scanned the ground quickly with white hawk-like eyes, searching for any trace of her Russian metal morphing friend.
"Ah, Storm, what a pleasant surprise. I do believe we've met before, perhaps in the Savage Lands?"
Storm whipped around, her glowing eyes widening as they took in the producer of the voice.
"Magneto!"
Magneto smiled.
"Well observed, Storm. Your little metallic friend was not as quick-witted, unfortunately for him."
Storm made no attempt to hide the rage that played upon her face.
"If you have so much as touched Peter with your filthy hands, I shall make it known to you why I am called 'Storm'!"
A small chuckled came from the purple-clad master of magnetism.
"Tut tut, my dear, you must learn to control your temper, or you will suffer the consequences as did your skunk-haired country hick of a team mate."
Storm gasped.
"What have you done to her?!"
A solemn look displayed itself on the villain's face.
"My dear, you really know nothing of logic, do you? I have done nothing to her. Rather, her metal-skulled * boyfriend * paid the price."
Storm looked as if she would be sick.
"You didn't," She whispered.
"I did," He said, his face breaking into a grin.
"You are insane," She said, thoroughly disgusted.
"Such is the cost of freedom, my dear," He said with a nonchalant shrug.
Storm made no answer, letting the disrupted elements show her enraged emotions by darkening the clouds and streaking the sky with flashes of lightning.
"If I would not become like you, Magneto," She said in a deathly fierce whisper.
"Then I would kill you."
Magneto chuckled.
"Action is better than words, my dear," He said, his arms outstretched as he called metal from the structures so far below.
Scraps of sharp, twisted metal rose into the swirling air until they surrounded him in a circle, a fence of razor-sharp blades that would beckon to his every thought.
"And this," He said, his hand clenched into a fist. "Is action."
He opened his fist, loosening his hold on the knife-like projectiles.
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