The Dragon Tamer: Spellbound
(PG-13 for swearing and suggestive actions and words. This is Part II in The Dragon Tamer series. I think most of you know as well as I do that I don't own X-Men or the characters (except the ones I make up, you should be able to tell who those are.) Enjoy!
Chapter 15: Devon Vs. Diablo
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The plane landed half a mile from a place that looked remarkably like Raptor's, except it looked even older. Everyone but Stephen went in the back area to talk about their plan again, 'Geez, at this rate nothing's going to get done.' He stood up, pushed the button that dropped the stairs, and just walked right out with everyone staring at him. A few moments later Wolverine followed—'I better make sure nothing happens to him.'—Neither had asked permission, they just left.
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"Erik, I simply will not allow those children to go in there. They will stay out here with me. And that's final."
Magneto frowned, "They can fight as good, if not better, than the 'adults'. Pyro and Enchantra are going; there's nothing you can do to stop them. But I strongly recommend that you allow the others to decide if they wish to come or not."
"Fine, Erik. You win, this time." The professor knew his old friend was right, the teenagers that he was trying to keep from harm have already proven they were more than prepared to defend themselves. "Amanda, Bobby, Marie, Evan. it's up to you whether or not you go." Amanda gave Cheyenne a leer that put a new definition to the word hatred; "I'm in." After all, she had to make sure that bitch didn't pull anything funny on them. "Me too." Marie sighed and watched the looks Cheyenne and Amanda were giving each other. Bobby noticed this as well, "Sure. What have I got to lose?"—'Besides my life…' Evan frowned, he didn't really want to go, but he wasn't about to let the others show him up, "Fine, whatever."
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Stephen crept down the hall of the unfamiliar building. The whole thing was made out of some kind of stone; it actually looked like an eerie castle. After walking down multiple hallways and finding himself in the same place he started, he sighed and leaned against the rock wall. Then he noticed something. The wall directly in front of him looked almost fake. One of the stones in particular was actually sticking out at least an inch farther than the others. Cautiously he reached out and gave it a nudge. To his surprise the rock automatically moved inwards and a door opened to the side of it. As excited as he was to finally get somewhere, he still frowned. 'Great, this means the rest of them are going to be like this. All through this damn place.'
After walking for a while, opening random doors, and in general trying to get to either Devon or Tornado, he opened one last door and found himself face to face with several guards, and there, in front of those guards was a boy of about his own age. His eyes were completely black, even the 'whites'. 'This has got to be Devon.' Before he could act Devon kicked him to the ground and backed away, allowing the guards to stand in front of him. Almost protecting him.
The sixteen-year-old stood up and popped his neck. "You shouldn't have done that." Methodically he brought his hands together and cracked his knuckles. "You really shouldn't have..." Devon smirked, "What are you gonna do, claw me? Please, I'll give you a free shot if you can get close enough to me." His opponent's emerald eyes flashed dangerously, and even Devon found himself backing away even more. He snapped and all the guards rushed forward at once. "Take him out."
Diablo clenched his fists firmly to his sides as the sharp metal sliced through his own flesh and the claws extended their full length. 'God, how long can this continue to hurt?' But there was no time to think about that now, the guards were fast approaching. The first one was easy enough to take care of; the dumbass ran right into his left fist, he practically killed himself. But Stephen knew the others wouldn't be so easy.
The first death seemed to cause the others to go into a slight relapse. He used this time to look around for weaknesses. There were seven more guards, each one seemingly a replica of the first in weight and height. As Stephen looked over their heads he frowned, Devon had gone into another room. 'Damnit, just when I found him!'
He must have been too absorbed in thought because the next thing Diablo knew he was on his butt and there was a switchblade embedded into the side of his neck. Holding back a cry of pain he retracted his claws and reached up. Beginning to painstakingly pull it out. The guard who threw it saw this and backed up slightly. The blade was halfway out now, and he was concentrating on pulling it the rest of the way, but he was disturbed by a thought. 'Why are they all just standing there?' His answer came too soon as he heard running footsteps from his side. Sharply—and painfully—he turned his head and there was the switchblade guard running straight at him. Before Stephen's eyes the man leaped into the air and with a powerful kick from on leg he jammed the knife in deeper than it was before and with the other leg he slammed the teenager's head into a concrete pole that held up the ceiling. This left a large dent in the pole.
'Enough is enough!' His anger taking over now, Stephen stood up. His thought process reverting back into the demonic state it had only been in once before. With a sickening blood spurt he ripped the knife out of his neck and threw it straight into its owner's heart. Another guard thought he'd try his luck and came at Diablo prepared to punch. Before his fist had connected with the boy's face it was intercepted by a hand and delivered back tenfold. Stephen made one last blow to his jaw and knocked him against the dented pole. With a menacing glare he raised his eyebrows up at the others, who were backing away, "Anyone else?"
The rest gently fell onto their knees, letting Stephen know he was free to go by them. He was tempted to kill them all off, but thought against it. 'It might get back around to me.' So, without further interruption he ran the only way Devon could have gone. Upon entering the room, which was pitch black, he could hear light feet tapping, and smell Devon nearby. "Well, I see you made it past my guards." Diablo sneered, "That wasn't hard. I defeated three, the others gave up and practically bowed down to me." The tapping stopped for a moment. 'So, I hit a spot did I?' He chuckled, but it was lost into the darkness. He could sense Devon getting closer. 'Shit, I can't let him touch my skin. He touches my skin then I'm as good as dead.'
Stephen extended his claws silently and relied on his senses to pick up Devon's movements.
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