Standing By The Bridge
Written By: Kaede Kinkade
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Disclaimer: Like always I don't own 'em, I'm just borrowing…all though I might run off with Remy…tee hee.
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Rating: PG-13 for violence and adult language
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Authors Note: Well, I'm back posting again. YAY! Hee, maybe I'll actually finish this story sooner or later, I'm not sure if anyone is reading it still. But I got a review for the last chapter, so at least I'll make someone happy with this new one.
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Chapter Seven: Whispers In The Dark
Logan sniffed at the air again, Kali's scent was easy to follow, it was a mixture of death and vanilla, an odd smell for sure. Above him was the Blackbird, Scott as pilot, along with most of the team. Logan abruptly turned on his motorcycle, Kali's scent had shifted. With Magneto's lackeys after her she was plenty stupid to go out on her own. She was so going to get grounded when he found her.
Professor Xavier had told Logan about Kali's vision of Magneto killing some history professor at the local university, he knew for sure Kali was going after Magneto, well that's what he would do. But Frank was missing too, the two were undoubtedly connected.
Damn did his daughter have a death wish? Going after Magneto half cocked like that, not even he would do that, well also the fact that Magneto could control Logan's body didn't help much. Kali was his daughter though, and he would protect her, even if that met putting him self in danger in order to protect her from the metal controlling Magneto.
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Magneto looked over his creation once more, a smile crossing over his face. He had finally done it, after years of planning he was able to create a machine that would teleport anything, to anyplace, no matter how far. Heck if he wanted to he could teleport himself to Pluto…if he wanted.
He was planning on using this machine to get him and the mutant Kali to Egypt, where he would then spill her blood. He wasn't big on killing, he thought he was a good man, do what's best for the mutant population and all. He killed when he had to, but lately…killing was starting to get fun. Taking someone's life was just so…intimate.
He knew that sooner or later Kali would figure out it was he who had Frank, maybe he would kill the man just to get Kali more emotional and half cocked, make it easier for him to kill her on the door where apocalypse lay.
Yes it seemed his plans were working well.
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Kali stopped at an all night eatery, she wasn't so much hungry…but the seventeen year old was running on empty, she was tired and running around looking for Magneto's lair wasn't helping her. She took a seat at a light green booth, flipping her sunglasses down over her ice blue hues to protect her tired eyes from the florescent lighting.
*Are you going to kill him?* Mr. Kale's voice buzzed in her head, god that was something she didn't need right now.
"I'm going to try…" She stated under her breath not wanting the nearing waitress to think that she was insane or something.
*Good* Was all his deep accented voice stated before disappearing back into her mind.
"So what'll it be sweetheart?" Came a voice that alerted her out of her thoughts, her eyes looked up from under the dark sunglasses to set site on a large woman, hair up in curls, wearing a sea foam green dress uniform. Kali was definitely glad she didn't work there.
"Coffee…black, and uh…slice of apple pie." Kali stated, cringing to herself. She hated pie, but it was the only sugary thing on the menu. Sugar would help her stay up longer, keep her adrenaline running.
The pudgy woman wrote what Kali wanted down then left her in peace. Her sword rested casually under her long jacket next to her on the booth, a grim expression formed on her face as she thought about Magneto.
She would have to make sure when she faced him she wore no metal objects…something that was going to be hard to do. Her bag, which laid in the seat across from her held some cloths, as well as weapons…made of metal…no use there.
After the coffee was delivered she took one sip of the bitter liquid before heading to the bathroom for a quick change of cloths, leather pants, the fly button up, with plastic buttons, thank god. And a plain white tee shirt, one of Franks. She walked back out to the table to see Logan sitting there, eating HER apple pie.
Damn…she knew she shouldn't have stopped here…
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It was easy for Logan to smell her out once she stopped at the local food joint. Her scent was the smell of death and blood…and pain. Easily picked out of the scents of food. He sat at a booth that he assumed was hers and smiled at the waitress as she brought a slice of apple pie over.
"What happened to the stick figure?" She asked, obviously referring to Kali. Logan grunted.
"My daughter is in the bathroom…" He explained with a gruff tone, the waitress just shrugged and placed the slice of pie down. Logan gave a smirk and took a bite, hey all that following her scent made him hungry.
His dark hues watched as Kali came out from the bathroom, dressed very oddly, leather pants, a tee shirt, she looked somewhat pissed off at him when she saw him eating her pie; but obviously she shrugged it off as she sat down in the opposite booth. She didn't say a word as she took off her boots and placed non-lace up black running shoes on her feet.
"What's with the get-up kid?" He questioned rolling a bite of apple pie in his mouth, savoring the tangy taste.
She tilted her head to one side for a moment contemplating his question while taking a sip of the still extremely hot black coffee.
"Magneto can control metal right? I'm just making sure I have no metal on me."
"You really think yer going after him then?" Logan asked finishing off the pie before leaning closer towards her, if she thought she was going after Magneto then she had another thing coming.
"I'm not going after him. I'm going to find Frank and Marco…it's just he's holding them hostage, he wants me to come after them…"
"What?! Then why the hell are you going after them?" He growled across the table, getting looks from other patrons inside the eatery.
"Because I have to Logan. I HAVE to. If they die…it will be my fault, would it not? I know where they are, it's my job to get them safe…"
"And what about you huh? Who's keeping you safe?" He saw a small glimmer in one of Kali's eyes as she got up to leave, grabbing her jacket which was undoubtedly hiding her broadsword. She leaned close to him as she walked by, a small smirk appearing over her face.
"Me."
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Remy blinked, listening to Magneto's plan. If Kali wasn't there soon, Magneto was going to kill Frank and Marco, None of the Acolytes flinched while Magneto talked about killing. The brotherhood though…they're fear was visible, once they learned they were going to help with a murder.
Before it had been fun and games…but now they had to grow up.
They departed with Magneto's word, each person had a specific area to guard…Remy's was the cell that Frank and Marco were being held in. Remy knew he had to do something, help…no matter what Magneto was holding over Remy's head. Once he got Frank and Marco out, Magneto would be after him too.
But that was okay.
He didn't want to be apart of Magneto's murderous plans any more. Slowly he walked towards the cell, it was going to get hard getting past the other Acolytes and Brotherhood members…but Remy was a master thief. If he couldn't do it…then no one would be able to.
When he looked in the cell the two men were in very bad shape, they had been tied up for a good few day's after all, he could see the blood running down the man named Franks arms, it made him cringe, and the police guy looked as though he was going insane.
"What now?" Frank spoke up, an irritated voice, Remy didn't blame him. Slowly from his tan over coat he pulled out his lock picks.
"Gambit be 'ere t' get you two outta 'ere."
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Logan followed her outside into the cold night air, watching as she tossed her bag and coat into a nearby alley, only keeping her broadsword with her. He was about to say that the blade of the sword was metal too, but he decided that pissing her off would resort in getting his bits and pieces cut off…and he didn't like that idea to much.
"Hey look kid, I know that yer gonna do whatever you want…jus' like me…I'm not gonna try and stop you. I'm offering my help." He knew he couldn't do much against Magneto, but he still didn't feel right about letting her go off on her own.
Besides they had back up, above them as he spoke Scott and the other's were sitting in the X-Jet waiting for orders.
"Let's say I take yer help…will you be able to sniff out Frank and Marco?" She asked raising a brow, as she gripped her sword handle tighter while the blade itself rested on her shoulder.
"Yeah, Frank smell's like death…it's an' easy smell t' find." He explained watching as a small hopeful smile grew on her face.
"Okay then, you have yer self a deal…jus don't get in my way." This statement caused Logan to crack a grin.
"Who says that you weren't getting in my way?" He retorted.
"Who has the broadsword here?"
"An who has the six claws?"
"Fair enough…you brought yer bike?"
"Yeah."
"I'm driving."
"The HELL if you are."
[Chapter Seven Complete: March, 7]
Damn, this was a short chapter…I know I know, but I thought I should at least post something to let ya all know I'm alive. Sides' the rest of the chapters up till' sixteen will probably be as short as this…but I promise I will finish this…hopefully.
Thank-you to all my lovely reviewers.