Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story. I wish I owned Kurt, *sighs*... I'm also not making any money from this. I probably shouldn't even have to tell you this. The almost exact same thing is posted at the top of every other story.
Summary: Stryker has managed to survive the Alkali Lake incident, and he has gotten back to trying to solve the "mutant problem". But what does he want with Kurt?
Rating: PG for action. Maybe a dash of romance there... And of course plenty of suspense.
Author's notes:
Just remember what I said last time.
And I apologize again for the German [again]. I probably butchered it worse than Wolverine could with his claws... Stupid internet translators!
I hope this won't be as bad as it seems to me... I'm not too happy with this chappie, but reviews make me update faster, if anyone wants me too! (It's actually thanks to that "I'll die if you don't update" reviewer that reminded me that some people want this continued... And part to the very disappointing lack of Kurt action fics. What's is with all the Kuroro fluff?!)
Oh, and I know I put "Thorm", so don't flame me or something because you didn't read the author's note up here, but you just don't say S's when whispering, because that's the sound most likely to be heard. I just thought I'd make Scott smart enough to know that. ;-)
Oh god, I'm rereading it again. The beginning stinks. And yeah, I see Imp's point. I need more description. I don't think this is as good as its predecessor... Well, before I rewrote a ton of it. It's a ton better now...
Note I probably shouldn't put up: I had most of this written ages ago. It just got lost on my computer. Also, I had wanted to put some stuff between this, as this is not really how I wanted it to go, so I got mad and let it collect dust. BUT I didn't want to be responsible for the death of that poor reviewer... So, here you go! I'm so sorry about the time between updates!
*Ahem* On with the show...
Burning Blue
By Arayah
Kurt stared at the profile outlined in his door, unsure of what to do.
He was pretty certain the man couldn't see him, as he had an unconscious ability to blend in with shadows. The man glanced around him, making sure he was alone, and once again looked into his room. Kurt was starting to suspect that he was beginning to realize that he was not the only one awake.
The man stuck his head in, and glanced around, his eyes flickering once again to the lump under the bed covers.
He drew a quick breath, and brought his wrist up to his mouth. "I think we've got one." Kurt barely heard the low whisper.
The room was silent now. The soldier had suddenly frozen, and jerked his head to the left. He raised his hands to protect himself...
Too late.
TSEEEW!
A scarlet beam of energy engulfed the soldier, throwing him back into a wall, and then through it.
Kurt scrambled out of bed, not needing to look at who had been responsible for the blast. "Herr Scott? Vhat's going on?" He shouted frantically as he ran toward his friend.
Scott raised his hand, signaling for Kurt to be quite, and the terrified expression he wore was reason enough not to question him further.
Cyclops motioned for Kurt to follow him, and Kurt tiptoed into the corridor, his misshapen feet making no noise against the pale carpet. "You go get Thorm, I'll wake up Wolverine." Scott hissed.
He turned and began to walk the hall, freezing every few feet as though prepared for a next attack, and Kurt spun to face the one in front of him. He wondered for a moment if he should knock, but Scott's alarmed behavior convinced him that he would just have to risk disturbing Ororo. Turning the knob slowly, he peered inside.
"I vould holler," He took a step inside, "but I don't think zhat now is quite an appropriate time." He whispered with a small grin, smiling at the weather goddess laying spread eagle on the bed.
Ororo opened her eyes. Then, when she saw the German sticking his head in the doorway, she sat up, kicking her pearly sheets to the foot of her bed.
"Kurt- what's wrong? Did-" She started.
"Something is very wrong, Liebling, zhere are strange people here."
TSEEEW!
They both turned toward the sound of the beam, and Kurt jumped back as a hole was blasted in the wall, and a figure clad in black sailed through it.
Someone with spiked hair ran past Kurt, and Kurt saw him pick up and toss another man through a window.
*Snikt*
Logan had popped his claws.
"Sounds like the fight's already begun." Ororo grinned. "Let's go introduce ourselves."
* * *
William Stryker looked anxiously out of the helicopter window, and smiled when he saw Xavier's School for the Gifted on the horizon. There were already helicopters there, of course, and already there were men filling out of them, running toward the building. He smirked at the swiftness of the attack. Xavier would never know what hit him, and there was nothing that could keep Stryker from witnessing the action for himself.
"No more nice things this time, Mr. President," He whispered to himself.
Last time, when he had performed this "Special Operation", he had been forced to use tranquilizers, to avoid death wherever possible, and only do what was needed. No one wanted to see a dead mutant kid on the news, he was told. But he was his own boss now. And personally, he would cheer if he saw that report on on the news channel. And guess whose opinion counted?
The operation itself was fairly simple. He wasn't trying to destroy the entire school, although he had hinted to his men that there wasn't a problem with destroying a few things, and that there was nothing wrong with smashing furniture. But in fact, he wanted nothing to do with the school.
What he wanted was inside.
Xavier's school was a gold mine, and he thought that the professor should of seen it coming. People who want the threat of mutants eradicated, like himself, don't go looking for some guy with scaly skin in a dark alley. They go where the mutants are clustered.
The mens' orders were to neutralize any promising mutant, and load them in a waiting helicopter. One mutant per squad. Kill whatever presented a problem.
He grinned.
The helicopter began to go in a shallow dive, having almost reached it's destination.
"Take 'er over the front lawn, do a complete circuit before landing." Stryker instructed the pilot, as he bent over to watch the scene below him.
* * *
KZZAZZK!
A bolt of lighting snaked through a shattered window and illuminated Ororo's face. The three soldiers in front of her took an involuntary step back, terror written all over their faces.
She. Was. Pissed.
Her enraged glare alone frightened them into submission. Though that fact that they were the sole survivors aided the meekness.
Their unit had attempted to ambush her and Kurt as they were emerging from her room. A very wrong move, considering that they had no idea what kind of mutants they were dealing with.
All it took was one man sailing through her sliding glass door, and seventeen men were sucked out before they realized where the hurricane level winds were coming from. The three remnants cowered before her.
She had no idea where Kurt was, and that worried her. He had disappeared in a puff of smoke as soon as he got her assurance that she could handle herself. And Logan's word.
The tallest of the three momentarily glanced at the frightened figures behind him, then took a small step foreword. His pale features were clearly defined by the fleeting light of the bolt, and she smiled as she saw a slight quivering.
"We've got this place surrou-" He said with false bravado, but he didn't get a chance to finish his frightened speech, as it's rather difficult to articulate when a very angry man with claws flings you like you were a rag doll.
The other two simply ran.
Ororo winked at the seething Wolverine, and glanced around the deserted corridor. A light fizzled, dangling from the ceiling, and there was a scorch mark the size of a basketball where her anger has manifested as electricity.
"Come on," Wolverines gruff voice barked urgently from behind her, with a twinge of uncharacteristic concern.
"What is it?" Ororo glanced back at Logan.
"I think I hear the elf."
* * *
As the helicopter went into another dive, Stryker thought he had imagined the sudden flash of blue smoke. Or that it was some trick of the light, and his mind almost automatically blamed the sound of imploding air as some twisted sound of a gun shot.
*BAMF*
But his mind couldn't make excuses for what he saw next.
There was a familiar blue figure surrounded inside a circle of men, his men, he reminded himself. Between the mutants feet was a small girl. As one of his men stepped closer, he balled his hands into fists, still standing over her defensively.
For a brief second Stryker wondered why he didn't just grab the freak and go, but his smiled widened as he noticed a soldier with his gun aimed directly at the girls forehead.
And Kurt got his message.
You fool, he thought happily, you just can't make sacrifices.
He knew that was part of the reason he had such ease with their previous encounter. All he had to do was threaten someone, and bam, Kurt complied.
He felt a slight jolt as the helicopter touched down on the moist grass. Hastily, he jerked the door open, and stepped out. As he approached, most of the men took one glance at his face and quickly stepped out of his way.
He headed straight for Kurt.
* * *
Kurt slowly unfurled his tail down the leg of his pants. The men were only watching his visible limbs, ready to kill the girl as soon as he moved.
They were at a standoff. If he moved or teleported, Kurt had no doubt they would try to kill the student. If they moved, Kurt would try to teleport with the child.
Neither was sure who was the better draw.
His tail was almost out now, in a few seconds he would be able to work it through the cuff and around the child...
Kurt saw the people in front of him began to shift. Making way. Making way for whom? A negotiator? He glanced at where the opening appeared in the ranks, and stared at it for a full second before he realized what he was seeing. More precisely, who he was seeing.
"Hello Nightcrawler," said an all too familiar voice, laced with contempt.
A sudden wave of panic erupted through him, with another of nausea a second later, and he stumbled back, but nobody made a move for their gun. They knew they didn't have to, for even he had forgotten about the girl in that brief instant.
Hundreds of emotions ripped through him, and dozens of memories seemed to flash through his brain at once, but above all, a dominating feeling of helplessness overwhelmed him. Some rational part of his mind, some reasonable piece buried deep beneath the frenzied thoughts told him to flee. But his brain wouldn't let him; logical thought has all but deserted Kurt, and he stared transfixed with all too real horror at what was in front if him.
The panic was almost too much, the man he feared most was filling his field of vision, leaving him like a deer in headlights...
He screamed.