DISCLAIMER: See last chapter.
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Kitty was quietly steaming; she was going to kill Pietro. Lance had tied her ropes loosely, so she could escape, but Pietro had tightened them, gag her and blindfold her. It was NOT a good day!
Suddenly a strong hand went over her mouth and picked her up. Slowly the figure turned and moved.
Kurt was desperately trying to untie his ropes using his tail, with no success, probably due to the fact that he couldn't see the knots, due to his blindfold.
When someone swept him up, turned and moved at incredible speed.
Jean was mentally straining, trying to contact the professor, but to no avail. She had tried to undo her bonds, both physically and mentally, but realised that neither way would work. So she was devoting all her time to trying to contact anyone. But as usual, the only person she had been in contact with, Rac was shutting her out. Rac had always been able to shut her out, but weather this shutting out was because she was unconscious, or just didn't want to hear her, Jean didn't know. She gave a little shudder, as a cold breeze froze her spine.
Then a pair of firm hands grabbed her arms and pulled her quickly and easily backwards.
Rogue was sitting in dejected silence. Her old team-mates had done this to her. True, her bonds were looser than they could have been, but not so loose so she could escape. Magneto had made sure of that. The metal bracelets didn't chaff her skin, but it pulled her gloves uncomfortably tight. She barely noticed the sudden cold draft, which appeared from nowhere. As did the pair of hands, that carefully laid themselves on her shoulders. The first thing she noticed was when she felt herself being drawn backwards, rapidly.
Evans was lying on the floor, mentally cursing Pietro, and all the Brotherhood. He had been struggling for a long time, so the floor around him was tinged red, as where his bonds. He was struggling less now, as weariness overcame his struggles. His shoulders were grasped firmly, and he was dragged backwards. He tried to struggle, but had no strength left to do so.
Ororo was taking deep breaths to calm her nerves. The sudden lack of powers had come as a shock, and she had yet to come to terms with it. The sudden cold and 2 pairs of hands, which laid themselves on her, set her pulse racing, as they dragged her backwards.
Scott was desperately straining, against the knots. Lance was sooooo dead! The ropes were biting his wrists, cutting off the blood supply to his hands and feet. His constant struggling had rubbed his wrists raw, and his blood was slowly staining the coarse rope red.
A cold shiver ran up his spine. And 2 pairs of hands were laid on his shoulders, and he was dragged, easily backwards, despite his struggles.
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Kitty was quietly steaming; she was going to kill Pietro. Lance had tied her ropes loosely, so she could escape, but Pietro had tightened them, gag her and blindfold her. It was NOT a good day!
Suddenly a strong hand went over her mouth and picked her up. Slowly the figure turned and moved.
Kurt was desperately trying to untie his ropes using his tail, with no success, probably due to the fact that he couldn't see the knots, due to his blindfold.
When someone swept him up, turned and moved at incredible speed.
Jean was mentally straining, trying to contact the professor, but to no avail. She had tried to undo her bonds, both physically and mentally, but realised that neither way would work. So she was devoting all her time to trying to contact anyone. But as usual, the only person she had been in contact with, Rac was shutting her out. Rac had always been able to shut her out, but weather this shutting out was because she was unconscious, or just didn't want to hear her, Jean didn't know. She gave a little shudder, as a cold breeze froze her spine.
Then a pair of firm hands grabbed her arms and pulled her quickly and easily backwards.
Rogue was sitting in dejected silence. Her old team-mates had done this to her. True, her bonds were looser than they could have been, but not so loose so she could escape. Magneto had made sure of that. The metal bracelets didn't chaff her skin, but it pulled her gloves uncomfortably tight. She barely noticed the sudden cold draft, which appeared from nowhere. As did the pair of hands, that carefully laid themselves on her shoulders. The first thing she noticed was when she felt herself being drawn backwards, rapidly.
Evans was lying on the floor, mentally cursing Pietro, and all the Brotherhood. He had been struggling for a long time, so the floor around him was tinged red, as where his bonds. He was struggling less now, as weariness overcame his struggles. His shoulders were grasped firmly, and he was dragged backwards. He tried to struggle, but had no strength left to do so.
Ororo was taking deep breaths to calm her nerves. The sudden lack of powers had come as a shock, and she had yet to come to terms with it. The sudden cold and 2 pairs of hands, which laid themselves on her, set her pulse racing, as they dragged her backwards.
Scott was desperately straining, against the knots. Lance was sooooo dead! The ropes were biting his wrists, cutting off the blood supply to his hands and feet. His constant struggling had rubbed his wrists raw, and his blood was slowly staining the coarse rope red.
A cold shiver ran up his spine. And 2 pairs of hands were laid on his shoulders, and he was dragged, easily backwards, despite his struggles.
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Review! Review! Review! Please?
Oh and why I'm thinking about it; please review my friend's stories.
Her name's Belladonna, and she's on my favourite authors list.