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are you ready to go - cause i'm ready to go - what you gonna do baby - baby
are you going with me - cause i'm going with you - it's the end of all time -Powerman 5000 "When Worlds Collide"
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"Go home? Go home?!" Her voice was almost yelling, the winds matching the fury of her, shaking the bar. The attention was now on her, her mutation in full gear now. Victor had moved out of the way, now behind her to not get anything she threw at Logan.
"Ororo, lets take this outside. Just calm down." *Fatal words Logan, fatal words.*
"He's right, for once." Sabertooth whispered in her ear. He had noticed the bartender slip to the back, probably to get a gun or something.
Storm felt the rage build up, it's readiness to be released growing rapidly. But Victor had asked, well as close as you get to him asking anything. She would listen to him and him alone. Storm stormed out the door, letting the wind whip her hair and bite at her face. She didn't want hail to hit her so she changed it to snow. Sabertooth and Wolverine followed Storm out, glad the bar sat in front of a forest.
Creed stood behind Ororo when they reached a distant clearing, wanting to watch his love take apart Wolf boy. He would rather do it himself but he wasn't gonna argue with her now. She was steaming now and there was no way on earth was he gonna stand in her way to get struck with another bolt.
"What home do I have Logan? Do you mean the school? That's not my home. I've never had a home. I've never had someone who gave a damn about how I really was. Jean doesn't care, Scott doesn't notice. No one ever did." The winds picked up speed, circling around the three of them. Lightning flashed repeatedly, thunder roared like a savage beast.
"No one wants Ororo. They all want the rock, the sturdy pole, Storm. No one thinks that I have feelings. No one seems to think that I don't hear the names I'm called behind my back. No one seems to think that I care. No one! Don't try to tell me that you care. Don't try to tell me anything. The damage was done before you came.
"No one cares about Ororo. She's weak and insecure. You don't know me. No one knows the real me. They all like Storm, not Ororo. And I'm not gonna take it anymore!" Her hands went up, shifting the wind to hit Logan and throw him back. He was so stupefied, he never saw it coming. Lightning sizzled the air, ready to strike. Logan stood up, unsheathed his deadly claws as he did so.
"When you recover from this, Wolverine, tell the others I won't be coming home." The lightning struck then. The first bolt hurt like hell, then he sort of blacked out for the next twenty. His body smelled of burned flesh, because he was now pretty much cooked muscles and metal and bone. It would take some time for his mutation to repair his body, something she wanted to slow down as quickly as she could. Her wind picked up the snow, throwing it all over Wolverine's remains, as she packed it in, forming ice with the dropping temperature.
Sabertooth watched the whole thing from where he stood, silently cheering her on. *Let your frustration out baby, it ain't gonna do you any good. Let 'em know how you feel.* When the air started sizzling, he stiffened a laugh. Yea, you wouldn't catch him out in any lightning storms, he didn't want to get struck again. But it was just funny, no other way to put it.
Ororo's fury was unleashed, leaving her emotionless and drained. Tears streaked their path down her cocoa cheeks, betraying her. The last of her energy was gone now, she didn't even try to fight to stay awake. Her body shut her into unconsciousness before she hit the ground.
are you ready to go - cause i'm ready to go - what you gonna do baby - baby
are you going with me - cause i'm going with you - it's the end of all time -Powerman 5000 "When Worlds Collide"
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"Go home? Go home?!" Her voice was almost yelling, the winds matching the fury of her, shaking the bar. The attention was now on her, her mutation in full gear now. Victor had moved out of the way, now behind her to not get anything she threw at Logan.
"Ororo, lets take this outside. Just calm down." *Fatal words Logan, fatal words.*
"He's right, for once." Sabertooth whispered in her ear. He had noticed the bartender slip to the back, probably to get a gun or something.
Storm felt the rage build up, it's readiness to be released growing rapidly. But Victor had asked, well as close as you get to him asking anything. She would listen to him and him alone. Storm stormed out the door, letting the wind whip her hair and bite at her face. She didn't want hail to hit her so she changed it to snow. Sabertooth and Wolverine followed Storm out, glad the bar sat in front of a forest.
Creed stood behind Ororo when they reached a distant clearing, wanting to watch his love take apart Wolf boy. He would rather do it himself but he wasn't gonna argue with her now. She was steaming now and there was no way on earth was he gonna stand in her way to get struck with another bolt.
"What home do I have Logan? Do you mean the school? That's not my home. I've never had a home. I've never had someone who gave a damn about how I really was. Jean doesn't care, Scott doesn't notice. No one ever did." The winds picked up speed, circling around the three of them. Lightning flashed repeatedly, thunder roared like a savage beast.
"No one wants Ororo. They all want the rock, the sturdy pole, Storm. No one thinks that I have feelings. No one seems to think that I don't hear the names I'm called behind my back. No one seems to think that I care. No one! Don't try to tell me that you care. Don't try to tell me anything. The damage was done before you came.
"No one cares about Ororo. She's weak and insecure. You don't know me. No one knows the real me. They all like Storm, not Ororo. And I'm not gonna take it anymore!" Her hands went up, shifting the wind to hit Logan and throw him back. He was so stupefied, he never saw it coming. Lightning sizzled the air, ready to strike. Logan stood up, unsheathed his deadly claws as he did so.
"When you recover from this, Wolverine, tell the others I won't be coming home." The lightning struck then. The first bolt hurt like hell, then he sort of blacked out for the next twenty. His body smelled of burned flesh, because he was now pretty much cooked muscles and metal and bone. It would take some time for his mutation to repair his body, something she wanted to slow down as quickly as she could. Her wind picked up the snow, throwing it all over Wolverine's remains, as she packed it in, forming ice with the dropping temperature.
Sabertooth watched the whole thing from where he stood, silently cheering her on. *Let your frustration out baby, it ain't gonna do you any good. Let 'em know how you feel.* When the air started sizzling, he stiffened a laugh. Yea, you wouldn't catch him out in any lightning storms, he didn't want to get struck again. But it was just funny, no other way to put it.
Ororo's fury was unleashed, leaving her emotionless and drained. Tears streaked their path down her cocoa cheeks, betraying her. The last of her energy was gone now, she didn't even try to fight to stay awake. Her body shut her into unconsciousness before she hit the ground.