Sorry I haven't changed my 9th chapter. I probably won't sorry.
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
- Linkin Park "Run Away"
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Ororo woke up with a feeling she had never felt before, security. The mansion was always safe but she had never really felt secure in its depths. Her mind was hazy and lazy, not ready to register the world around her. Warmth and comfort wrapped themselves around her like a favorite blanket, not ready to let her go to the real world. Eventually her mind started to register the surroundings. A warm body was spooned behind her, their arm coiled possessively around her waist, warm breath snaking its way down her neck with shivers going up her spine. She didn't panic though as most people would've done in her spot. No, she knew who was holding her, making her feel safe.
Victor Creed.
She turned over, trying her best to keep her eyes shut and look like she was sleeping. After settling down, her face a few inches from his, she opened her eyes. He was still sound asleep, his facial features lost the dangerous animal look, instead he looked like a tame man almost childish (if that was even possible). His long dark lashes stood out of the mess of blond hair, ever so slightly fluttering with his dreams, his lips weren't in the scowl he always painted on, instead he had soft kissable lips. How badly she wanted to kiss his lips, it was beyond the time she thought she had the urge to kiss Logan. *Why not just do it and see how long it takes him to wake up?* she thought.
Storm closed the gap between them, carefully hovering her hand a few centimeters from his neck. Her kiss was slow, featherlike. Careful to watch his features, she started to deepen the kiss. Her hand now pressed on his neck, trying to get more access. Her tongue darted out, running over his soft lips to gain access to his mouth. His eyes quit fluttering, but stayed shut. His features melted into pleasure as she plundered his mouth for treasure. His arm pulled her closer, letting her know how aroused he was.
As much as she regretted it, she broke the kiss for need of air. Only after she had pulled back did he open his black eyes, questioning her actions. A butterfly kiss was his answer, justifying her actions. A wicked smile covered her lips as she reached down into his pants and grabbed him.
His eyes widened as she whispered, "Time to test your endurance."
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Jean Gray sat near her window, looking out on the grounds of the school, not really focusing on anything. The ground was covered in snow that hadn't melted yet, not a good sign. She was worried about Ororo and Logan, the sun's golden light was barely starting to touch the midnight blue skies and still no sign of either of them. Ororo was too far away to try to read her mind and Logan's was shut off. Scott came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Don't worry. they probably got a hotel room or something." He whispered in her ear as he trailed kisses down her neck. She shuttered underneath his touch, her fears not leaving her alone long enough to enjoy this. Suddenly a blur caught her eye.
"Then tell me why Logan's running breakneck speed towards us?" She gently shoved him off and ran down to greet Logan. When she reached the doors to let him in, he came bursting through them, looking like a wild animal. He darted down the hallway, hoping the professor was still awake. When he reached the elevator, Scott and Jean came darting in with him.
"What's going on Logan," Jean questioned, fearing for her best friend. Something had happened, she could feel it.
Logan didn't appear to have heard her because the elevator stopped at its destination. He shoved passed them and ran down the hallway, leaving the two lovers to catch up. When he reached the destined doors, they opened before he had the chance to open them himself. The Professor rolled out in his night attire, looking at Logan before headed to Cerebro. They all followed him, knowing that they would understand in time. Charles let his eye be scanned before the doors opened and he and Logan stepped inside.
Logan never liked Cerebro. It reminded him of how he almost lost Rogue to Magneto. Only this time he may have lost Ororo to Victor. Charles lifted the silver helmet and began to concentrate. He didn't have to think too hard because an image appeared in a mist of fog. Her slim form was before them, looking right at them with a piercing glance.
"I know you remember what I said Logan, why is it that you must rouse the whole X-Men to find what you won't ever see again?" Her form flickered to a scene where Victor was on top of her, nude and making the nude also Storm scream for more. Then Storm came back, the picture faded to nothing. "I'm sick of everyone treating me like you have. Scott ignores me or bosses me around, Jean takes advantage of me and gets what she wants, Logan ignored me completely. Forgive me if I'm not what you expected, the stable and powerful Storm. I bid adue to you and hope we never cross paths again. Because if we do, it will be the last time." Her form melted in with the fog and Charles took the helmet off.
"It seems like we won't be seeing Ororo again," Charles stated before wheeling out of the room. He didn't stop to answer Jean's or Scott's questions as he headed back to his room. In the privacy of his room, he let one solo tear fall from his eye. He knew he would lose Ororo to Victor after the train station incident, it was just a matter of time. It was still no easier to lose one of his children to the Brotherhood.
"What happened Logan," Scott watched as Logan walked stupefied to the elevator, telling the whole story on the way. Jean let her pain lose, tears bursting from her eyes as Scott tried his best to comfort her. He shed his tears from behind his glasses as Logan still tried to process what had happened.
Then something clicked in Scott's mind. "You blacked out on the first hit? What kind of sissy blacks out on the first lightning strike?" Jean snickered a little through her tears as Logan fumed.
"What would you have done Clyke? Run away screaming as you wet your pants?" Scott turned red before the elevator shut, Logan laughing and Jean giggling in his arms.
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Almost done with this story. That sucks!
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
- Linkin Park "Run Away"
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Ororo woke up with a feeling she had never felt before, security. The mansion was always safe but she had never really felt secure in its depths. Her mind was hazy and lazy, not ready to register the world around her. Warmth and comfort wrapped themselves around her like a favorite blanket, not ready to let her go to the real world. Eventually her mind started to register the surroundings. A warm body was spooned behind her, their arm coiled possessively around her waist, warm breath snaking its way down her neck with shivers going up her spine. She didn't panic though as most people would've done in her spot. No, she knew who was holding her, making her feel safe.
Victor Creed.
She turned over, trying her best to keep her eyes shut and look like she was sleeping. After settling down, her face a few inches from his, she opened her eyes. He was still sound asleep, his facial features lost the dangerous animal look, instead he looked like a tame man almost childish (if that was even possible). His long dark lashes stood out of the mess of blond hair, ever so slightly fluttering with his dreams, his lips weren't in the scowl he always painted on, instead he had soft kissable lips. How badly she wanted to kiss his lips, it was beyond the time she thought she had the urge to kiss Logan. *Why not just do it and see how long it takes him to wake up?* she thought.
Storm closed the gap between them, carefully hovering her hand a few centimeters from his neck. Her kiss was slow, featherlike. Careful to watch his features, she started to deepen the kiss. Her hand now pressed on his neck, trying to get more access. Her tongue darted out, running over his soft lips to gain access to his mouth. His eyes quit fluttering, but stayed shut. His features melted into pleasure as she plundered his mouth for treasure. His arm pulled her closer, letting her know how aroused he was.
As much as she regretted it, she broke the kiss for need of air. Only after she had pulled back did he open his black eyes, questioning her actions. A butterfly kiss was his answer, justifying her actions. A wicked smile covered her lips as she reached down into his pants and grabbed him.
His eyes widened as she whispered, "Time to test your endurance."
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Jean Gray sat near her window, looking out on the grounds of the school, not really focusing on anything. The ground was covered in snow that hadn't melted yet, not a good sign. She was worried about Ororo and Logan, the sun's golden light was barely starting to touch the midnight blue skies and still no sign of either of them. Ororo was too far away to try to read her mind and Logan's was shut off. Scott came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Don't worry. they probably got a hotel room or something." He whispered in her ear as he trailed kisses down her neck. She shuttered underneath his touch, her fears not leaving her alone long enough to enjoy this. Suddenly a blur caught her eye.
"Then tell me why Logan's running breakneck speed towards us?" She gently shoved him off and ran down to greet Logan. When she reached the doors to let him in, he came bursting through them, looking like a wild animal. He darted down the hallway, hoping the professor was still awake. When he reached the elevator, Scott and Jean came darting in with him.
"What's going on Logan," Jean questioned, fearing for her best friend. Something had happened, she could feel it.
Logan didn't appear to have heard her because the elevator stopped at its destination. He shoved passed them and ran down the hallway, leaving the two lovers to catch up. When he reached the destined doors, they opened before he had the chance to open them himself. The Professor rolled out in his night attire, looking at Logan before headed to Cerebro. They all followed him, knowing that they would understand in time. Charles let his eye be scanned before the doors opened and he and Logan stepped inside.
Logan never liked Cerebro. It reminded him of how he almost lost Rogue to Magneto. Only this time he may have lost Ororo to Victor. Charles lifted the silver helmet and began to concentrate. He didn't have to think too hard because an image appeared in a mist of fog. Her slim form was before them, looking right at them with a piercing glance.
"I know you remember what I said Logan, why is it that you must rouse the whole X-Men to find what you won't ever see again?" Her form flickered to a scene where Victor was on top of her, nude and making the nude also Storm scream for more. Then Storm came back, the picture faded to nothing. "I'm sick of everyone treating me like you have. Scott ignores me or bosses me around, Jean takes advantage of me and gets what she wants, Logan ignored me completely. Forgive me if I'm not what you expected, the stable and powerful Storm. I bid adue to you and hope we never cross paths again. Because if we do, it will be the last time." Her form melted in with the fog and Charles took the helmet off.
"It seems like we won't be seeing Ororo again," Charles stated before wheeling out of the room. He didn't stop to answer Jean's or Scott's questions as he headed back to his room. In the privacy of his room, he let one solo tear fall from his eye. He knew he would lose Ororo to Victor after the train station incident, it was just a matter of time. It was still no easier to lose one of his children to the Brotherhood.
"What happened Logan," Scott watched as Logan walked stupefied to the elevator, telling the whole story on the way. Jean let her pain lose, tears bursting from her eyes as Scott tried his best to comfort her. He shed his tears from behind his glasses as Logan still tried to process what had happened.
Then something clicked in Scott's mind. "You blacked out on the first hit? What kind of sissy blacks out on the first lightning strike?" Jean snickered a little through her tears as Logan fumed.
"What would you have done Clyke? Run away screaming as you wet your pants?" Scott turned red before the elevator shut, Logan laughing and Jean giggling in his arms.
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Almost done with this story. That sucks!