Angelstorm 6

Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long to post, but I changed my internet provider, to DSL and I had to install the dang on thing myself. Twice. Then I had to wait for the people to actually cut the power on. So sorry for the delay, and I hope that you guys and gals enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: So what if the friggin characters doesn't belong to me. Does Marvel get a kick outta hearing me say that? Huh? Well? Well I hope that you enjoyed your kicks, cause I'm not saying that again. Today.

Ororo Munroe was noticeably smashed out of her mind, when she went to the hotel with some mystifying stranger that she had met earlier that night. Now they were alone together, and for the first time tonight she was more than a little uncomfortable. She stood unmovable in his arms, as he tenderly kissed her neck. He tried to pull her closer to him, but Ororo rejected his advances and pulled away from him. He was just about protest, when she lifted her almond covered chocolate fingers to his lips. She quieted him down, as she looked him in the eyes as seductively as she could. All words lost in his throat as she gave him butterfly kisses all over his face. She slowly walked away from the stranger, and gave him the once over before she began to speak.
"As much as I would like to continue this, there are few things that I would like to know first."

"Like what? He asked impatiently.

"Like your name for starters." She said as she placed her hands on her hips.

"My name is not important."

"It is if you want some of this." She said straightforwardly.

"Fine then. My name is Charlie Johnson."

"You don't look like a Charlie." She said candidly.

"Well it's the name that I was born with. You have a problem with that?"

"None whatsoever."

"Now that I've told you my name, you have to give me yours."

"Now what kind of woman kisses and tells?"

"The kind that wants some of this." He shot back.

"You used my own words against me. I think I like you already." She said amusedly.

"So let me guess. A woman as beautiful as you could only be named something exotic. Right? Maybe your name is something like Passion, Yolanda, or something weird like that. Right?"

"Close, but my name is rather plain. It's actually Candace Smith." She lied.

"Naw, that can't your name."

"It's like you said, it's the one that I was born with."

"Well Candace since we've made proper introductions, let's finish what we've started." He said obnoxiously.

"In a moment Charlie, but first let me freshen up a bit. I just want to take a quick shower, and then we can finish what we've started."

"Promises, promises."

"I'll be out shortly. In the meantime my friend, why don't you watch some TV? I hear that there's some pretty good reality TV shows on this season."

"Trust me the only thing on at this hour is the nightly news." He said candidly.

"Then watch that. I'll be out soon."

Charlie watched as "Candace" walked into the bathroom, and waited until he heard her turn the shower. He sat down on the bed, and turned the TV set on with the remote. Naturally there wasn't anything else on but the news, so he listened as a special report came on. He listened as the reporter mentioned that another victim was found, outside a nearby club. It appeared that the victim, a young blonde was strangled with a piece of barbwire. They believed that the young girl appeared to be another victim of the world-renowned serial killer the barbed wire killer. At the moment her name wasn't going to be released, until her next of kin was notified.

Charlie shook his head at the television set, and walked over to where his bag was waiting by the front door. He grabbed the bag, and sat back down on the bed. He opened the bag, and gently reached inside the bag. He pulled out a long string of barbwire, and quickly placed it under the bed. Then he reached back into bag, and pull out a bottle of chloroform. He pulled a clean handkerchief from his coat pocket, and quickly poured a generous amount on it. He slid that under the bed as well, but only far enough to where he could reach it.

He thought about the young blonde girl he'd encountered earlier, before he met the beautiful white haired beauty. It was almost a shame that he had to waste her, but killing was in his blood. He wanted her dead, because she didn't really want him. It seemed to him that all girls were the same. They only wanted one thing, and that was to use them for either money or sex. As it would seem, this particular girl wanted only one thing. So Charlie aimed at giving her exactly what she wanted. Then he was going to have his way with her.

He quickly stood from the bed, and placed his bag back where it was at first. He stood by the bathroom door, wondering when she was going to finish up. Therefore, he walked back over to the bed. He quickly began to disrobe erratically, and then he lay unceremoniously on the bed. He inched closer to where his personal belongings laid hidden under the bed, and he closed his eyes until he heard the shower being cut off. He thought that he would kill her after he had his fun with her, and then he would make her pay for playing with his emotions.

As he waited the bathroom door slowly opened up, and his exotic queen walked out of the bathroom dressed in only a bathrobe. He watched her with wide-eyed wonder as she seductively began to strip. He was mystified at how perfect her body was. It seemed to him that everything about her was absolutely perfect.

*Maybe I shouldn't kill her just yet. I've haven't seen a body that perfect on anyone, other than those playboy centerfolds.

Storm walked over to where the young man was lying down. She was surprised to find him wearing nothing at all. She stood above him, and danced in front of him as seductively as she could. She pulled the bathrobe off, and threw it in Charlie's face. She slowly climbed on the bed, and inched her way up his body slowly until she came to his face. She lowered her face, until their lips met. She was surprised to find that his lips were as soft as silk, and she enjoyed kissing them immensely.

He slowly threw his arms around her hips, and brought her body closer to his. They continued to kiss, until the television began to annoy Storm. She felt around on the bed in hopes of finding the television remote, and suddenly became angry when she couldn't find it. She pulled away from Charlie, and stared down at him.

"Why didn't you turn off the TV?"

"Why? Does it matter?" He asked directly.

"Look I can't stand listening to all that racket. Where's the remote?" She said angrily.

"It should be on the bed."

"Well it's not. I've already looked, and it's not here."

"Well maybe it fell on the floor." He said forgetting about his hidden stash.

Storm climbed near the foot of bed, and immediately found the remote on the floor. She reached out to grab it, until something from under the bed caught her eye. She saw a bunch of wires under the bed, but quickly ignored them. She sat up in the bed, as Charlie continued eyeing her backside with pleasure.

Storm turned the remote over in her hands, and finally saw the power button. Just as she was about to turn the TV off, something caught her attention. There was a special news bulletin, which warned that a serial killer was on the loose. It was mentioned that the killer used barbwire to tie around the victims neck, and that the killer was in the neighborhood.

Storm felt her pulse quicken, and was beginning to turn around. However, before she could, a wet rag was thrown over her mouth and nose. She tried to command the powers of the heavens, but found that her she couldn't even keep her eyes opened. In mere seconds Storm was knocked out cold.

Charlie threw the young woman from his arms, and laid her on her back. He went over to where his bag was, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and duct tape. He went back to where she was lying, and quickly placed the handcuffs on her wrist. He then locked them tightly around the bedpost, to where she couldn't move. Then he placed a generous amount of duct tape to cover her mouth on her. He reached inside his bag, and pulled out more toys that he was going to use on her. However he just sat there, as his eyes roamed up and down her body.

He didn't want to do anything just yet, because he wanted her to be fully awake. He always made sure that his prey was awake when it was their turn to die. So he continually stared at her body, and patiently awaited her awakening.


Logan was in the bedroom watching TV, when a certain news bulletin came on. He was shocked to see a picture of one of the men that he had saw earlier that night. As a matter of fact it was the same man that was with Storm that night. A feeling of discomfort came rushing over him, as he tried to remember if he saw Strom come home. When he couldn't recall seeing her home, he did the first thing that came to mind.

He quickly arose from the bed, and promptly walked out of his bedroom. He went to the first place that he could think of, and that was to Ororo's bedroom. As he stood there, he strained to hear if he could hear any sounds from the inside of her room. When he didn't hear anything, he threw the bedroom door opened, and searched around the room as frantically as he could.

He noticed that Ororo's bed hadn't been slept in all night, and that nothing had been touched since the day before. Panic seized his body, as he tried visualizing what that maniac was doing to her at that precise moment. A sensation of fear overcame him, and he quickly ran off towards the Professor's office.

Once he stood outside the Professor's door, he immediately began knocking on the door impatiently. Suddenly he received a mental invasion that sent him falling to the ground in pain, and he grabbed his head that was full of agony.

"I need everyone on the Blackbird as soon as possible! Storm's in trouble, and I don't know how long she'll last. I've used Cerebro to locate her whereabouts. She's at The New Bar motel on the East end. Scott already has the coordinates. Logan I need you to try to find Warren, because he's nowhere in the mansion. I won't have time to contact him, because I want to try to keep in contact with Storm."

Logan raced towards the Blackbird, and was one of the first members on the plane. He immediately pulled his communicator from his pants pocket, and began to speak into the microphone.

"Warren are you there?"

He listened as he heard nothing but static. He tried calling out to Warren again, and listened as he finally heard Warren's voice on the other end.

"Man where are you? We need you to meet us at the New Bar Motel. Storm's in trouble."

"The New Bar Motel? I'm right around the corner from there. Just meet me there."

"Ok. We'll be there shortly. Just be careful, because if there no there's no telling what we're going to find there. The guy that she was with turns out to be some sort of serial killer. I just hope we get to her in time."

"Don't worry about it. Look I'm here at the motel. Just get your butts down here fast. I don't know what we're stepping into here. I mean if Ororo couldn't protect herself, then this guy's definitely got me worried."

"Then what are you waiting for? Go in there and kick his ass man."

Warren turned his communicator off, and quickly parked his car illegally in a handicapped parking space. He quickly jumped out of his car, and ran into the main office. He spotted a fat balding man, who gave Warren the once over before tuning his nose in disgust.

"I think you're in the wrong place pretty boy. What'd you get lost? If you're looking for the Ritz, then that's on the other side of town."

"Look I don't have any time for this. I'm looking for a black female, with white hair and blue eyes. Is she registered here?"

"Oh you mean that Candace Smith woman? Man was she a looker." He said lustfully.

"Is she here?" Warren said impatiently.

"Yeah she's here."

"What room? Damn it!" Warren said as he grabbed the man by the collar.

"Room 46." He shot back.

Warren rushed out of the room, and ran around the motel until he found the room. As soon as he found the room, he kicked the door in as quickly as he could. As the door flew open, Warren was shocked to find Ororo in the state that she was in. Apprant this stranger was straddling Ororo, and was playing around with her body.

Warren noted that she was not awake, and he felt a deep-seated anger rise within him. The man upon hearing the door open was quick to get a switchblade from his bag. He jumped off of Ororo's naked body, and stood ready for anything. Warren now stood face to face with this madman, who was now slashing the knife around wildly.

Years of training as an X-Men, made dodging the man's wild blows easy as pie. Warren threw a right hook, and then a left hook before the man could even blink. The blow connected to Charlie's jaw, and the man was knocked unconscious almost immediately. Warren looked down at the man in disgust, as he reached into his pocket for the handcuff key. He found it almost immediately, and noticed that the man was coming back around. Warren pulled his left foot back, before kicking the man in the face as hard as he could. Warren could have sworn that he saw a couple of teeth fly out of his mouth. He waited to make sure that the man wasn't about to get back up. Disgust marred his face, as he debated on whether he should kill him or not. He decided not to, remembering his oath as X-Men.

"Man enough to pick on a lady, but not man enough to pick on someone your own size. You weren't even a match for me. I had more competition with Henry Geirich. You little prick."
He turned his attention back towards to Ororo, and lightly nudged her. He began to worry when she didn't budge. So he immediately shook her unmercifully like a rag doll, and she still didn't move. He took the key in his hand, and brought it up to the handcuff lock. With one turn the lock came undone, and Warren loosened the cuffs around her wrist. Her hands fell down like deadweight, and he took one of her hands into his. He probed around her wrist until he was able to find a pulse. He gently removed the dark gray taped that kept her mouth closed, and threw it on the ground. His nerves were going into overdrive, as he stared at Ororo's battered and bruised body.

*My god what did that monster do to you Ro?
Feeling even more apprehensive, Warren shook Ororo frantically. Suddenly her eyes began to open slowly. She looked up at him, and tried to open up her mouth to speak. Her voice was as low as a whisper, and Warren had to bring his ear lower to her mouth in order to hear. Suddenly a strong wind began to pick up, and her eyes clouded over showing only whiteness. Warren whipped his head around in time to see that the man was back on his feet, and he was holding a gun to the back of his head.

Before either man could make a move a heavy bolt of lighting struck down the man, and Warren could do nothing but watch on in horror as thunderbolt after thunderbolt continually struck the man. After realizing that Ororo wasn't going to stop using her powers on the man, he shook her rather forcibly until her eyes were back to normal.

She lay there as still as a statue, as if she was too afraid to move. She stared into Warren's eyes, as warm tears fell from her face. She tried to turn her face away from him, as tears continued to fall. To Warren it seemed like she was afraid for him to see her cry, and so he grabbed her face. He forced her to look at him, and when she did his heart seemed like it was caught in his chest.

A sudden realization came upon him, as he realized that he had never seen Ororo cry before. All he wanted was to hug her, and assure her that everything was going to be all right. Tears continued to fall, and Warren raised a shaky hand to wipe away the tears.

Warren's gentle touch was almost too much for Ororo to take, and she burst out crying. Her body rocked from grief, as she recalled the reason why she was here in the first place, and he was sitting right next to her. How could he be so gentle now, when mere hours ago he was so cruel. It was too much, and she bawled like never before.

Warren didn't know what to do, so he grabbed both of her wrists. He pulled her up into a sitting position, and brought her shivering body close to his. As she cried into his chest, Warren lifted her chin so that he could look into her eyes. She kept her eyes downcast, and Warren pulled her face closer to his. Their lips met and Warren instantly tasted her salty tears. For an instant they both became lost in each other, and they both tightened their grips on each other.

Suddenly Ororo stiffened in his arms, and Warren tried to get her to loosen up. As their tongues danced with each other, Warren suddenly felt a sharp pain stinging his tongue. He recoiled back, and looked at Ororo in surprised. Shock marred his face as he tried to understand why she had bit him. He looked over at the young woman again, and made a move to help her on her feet.

Suddenly the air crackled and a powerful lighting bolt hit Warren. His entire body shook, and he felt an almost unbearable pain shoot throughout his body. He tried to stand up again, and then he felt another bolt hit him. He decided to lie down until the remainder of his teammates showed up.

*What's taking them so long, and why do I get the feeling that Storm's trying to kill me?

Warren noticed that Ororo's eyes returned back to normal, and he sat up feeling a bit uneasy. He stood up as slowly as he could, feeling an enormous pain course through out his body. So this is what being electrocuted actually felt like, and Warren definitely didn't want to risk getting struck by it again.

He threw out his hands in the air, to signify that he wasn't going to try anything else. He inched his way closer to her, as he continued to watch out for her to strike. When he was able to get close enough to her, he began to remove his jacket. Her head shot up, and Warren threw his hands back into the air with his jacket still in his hand.

"I'm not going to hurt you Ro." He said defensively.

He handed the jacket to Ororo, and waited until she took it from him. She slowly placed the jacket to cover her body, and she looked at Warren with a new level of loathing breeding deep within her heart. Wasn't it his fault that she left with another man that was almost as crazy as Sabretooth? Wasn't it his fault that she had been molested, and toyed with in such a cruel manner? As far as she could tell, everything that had happened tonight had been his fault. He was almost as bad as Charlie, she reasoned with her self. If Charlie had set to hurt her, imagine what Warren wanted to do.

Days ago he said that he thought of her as his sister, and yet today he kissed her with longing and passion. That wasn't right in Ororo's eyes, and she reasoned with herself that she could no longer trust Warren. Forget all the years that they fought side by side. Forget all the times he rescued her from harm. Forget all the good times that they had, because at the moment all Ororo could think about was all the bad things that he had recently put her through. All she wanted at that moment was for Warren to get as far away from her as possible.

Warren could see the different emotions displaying on her face. He saw a wide array of emotions ranging from fear to anger, and for once he didn't know what to do or say. He reached out his hand for her to grab, and was surprised to find that was one of the last things that he should of done. For in a matter of minutes, Ororo was on top of Warren. She was hitting his face with her fist as hard as she could. Thankfully she kept her powers in control, as she delivered punch after punch.

Warren didn't want to strike the young lady, and so he didn't move an inch while she continued her attack. He finally realized that through her heated anger, she had been mouthing off some words that he couldn't understand. He strained to listen to her words, hoping to understand what this was all about.

"I hate you. Why don't you just leave me alone? I didn't need your help, and I'll kill you. It's your entire fault anyway. Why'd you come here? What do you want from me? Just leave me the hell alone!
Suddenly the sound of the Blackbird was heard in the distance, and Ororo looked around in fear. In mere seconds Ororo jumped off of Warren, and bounded out the door as quickly as she could.

"Ororo!" Warren shouted worriedly.

Warren could hear Storm talking to the other members of the X-Men, and then noticed Logan walking in the room. There was a look of sheer anger written all over, and Warren figured that he was mad because of what this stranger had done. Warren stood up feeling like his body was on fire, and he smiled at Logan as he made his way to him. He smiled at Logan, happy to see another teammate. That's until he felt an adtinmatium-laced fist hit him square in the jaw.

Warren felt his jaw immediately being dislocated, and the pain was almost too unbearable for him to take. Logan looked down at the confused man, and the anger clearly seething through every pore of his body. Warren looked up and tried to speak, but the only thing he received for his efforts was an agonizing pain like never before. So all he could do was stare up at one of his best friends, and hope that he wasn't about to skewer him with his claws. He listened as Logan began to speak, and he couldn't help but notice that he unsheathed his claws.

"You'd better have a damn good reason as to why Storm's out there crying?"

Warren threw a crooked finger towards the corpse of the serial killer, since his jaw was disjointed. He noticed that Logan looked at the man with a look of disinterest, and back at him with a look of pure anger.

"Look I don't care about him. What I want to know is why were you trying to kiss Ro, especially after everything she just went through? Tell me that you didn't just try to do that?

Warren could do nothing but look up at him. He was angry that Logan didn't even want to listen to his side of the story. After all didn't Logan just punched him without even explaining why? It must have been anger, and not logic that caused him to do his next action. It was an action that he would later regret, because after he did it Logan pounced on the young man. The beating that Logan gave him paled in comparison to the licks that Ororo gave him. For it was just a simple one-finger salute that symbolized exactly how Warren felt at that precise moment. It was a gesture that sent Logan on a berserker rage, and sent Warren fighting to protect himself.

Soon the remainder of the X-Men entered into the room, with Scott in the lead. Jean and Bobby tried to pry Logan off of Warren, while Scott stepped in between the two fighting men.

"Logan I know you're upset, but this madness will end now!" Scott shouted.
"He tried to take advantage of Ro, after everything that she's been through!"

"Warren's a member of this team, and you will not lay another hand on him." Scott said sternly.

"I'll do what I want, when I want it. Understand Slim." Logan yelled.

"You'll do exactly as you're told!"

"And whose going to make me do that? You?" He said through gritted teeth.
"You'll be surprised at what I can do Logan." He said as he touched the side of his visors.

Logan looked back down at Warren, and stared him in the face. He sheathed his claws back into his hands, and pointed a finger to Warren.

"As for you. This is far from over. When you're jaw heals, I want to know exactly why ya did what you did. You better have a good excuse bub too, because if you don't I'll personally kill ya with my own hands. Ya hear that bub. This ain't over."

Logan turned to walk away, and scowled at Scott as he left. Warren noticed that Logan was by Storm's side in no time, and that he hated this new feeling of jealousy spreading throughout his body. He wondered why he was even feeling that way to begin with. He reasoned with himself that he wasn't trying to take advantage of Ororo, and that he was acting out on pure instincts. Yes he had wanted to kiss her, and he had thought that she wanted him to as well. Maybe Logan was right. Maybe kissing her at that moment wasn't a very smart thing to do. Maybe he should have used his head instead, and thought things through first before he made any move.

He wasn't certain if he had made the right move or the wrong move. All that he was certain of was that Ororo hated him, and Logan was ready to kill him. Scott helped him to his feet, and the only thought running through his head was the thought of going back home. The last thing he needed was some hot head picking a fight with him for absolutly no reason at all, other than the fact that he innocently kissed Ororo. Then there was Ro. He didn't like this new feeling, and he was sure that he wasn't going to be able to forget the way her lips felt. He was damn sure that he wasn't going forget the way her body felt pressed up against his, or forget the way she opened up his heart then ripped it right out of his chest.

So as they rode home in silence, Warren thought of only one thing. That thought was for him to go to the mansion, and get his jaw healed up. Then he was going to go get his bags, and then go back home. He didn't want to think about anything but his business, and the fact that very soon he would leave the X-Men. He vowed that this time there would be no coming back, and that he was going to leave the team for good. So he sat in silence, waiting for the time when he could leave everything all behind.



So how'd you like that chapter. I felt like a little angst was in order. Wait a minute this story is choked full with angst. Right? Anyway if you liked it, loved it, or hated it, please let me know. I'm going to bid adieu for now, and see you guys in the next chapter. Yes there's still more to come. Do you think that I'd leave you hanging like that? Anyway in the next chapter is Warren really fixing to leave? Why is he jealous of Logan? Why was Logan so mad to begin with? Are those two sharing a thing? Be here to find out all the answers to these questions. Later my peeps.