Tourniquet by Evanescence
The crackling had come from a wall of fire that would have been thought of as an accident except that right when Requel stopped in front of it, a rock came hurtling through a window, missing her as she ducked.
"Christ," Wolverine stated as Rogue yelled, "Bobby," and ran back to the dining room. Orders were raised and the roar of the dinging room became almost deafening as some of the kids screamed, remembering the last time. By now, confusion overlaid everything as hooded and masked people came in through broken windows with firebrands or guns in their hand.
Everyone in the mansion found an animosity to these intruders; they were attacking the one place that felt safe, sacred. Wolverine went immediately toward the intruders while Angel went the opposite way. She caught Iceman who came out of a hallway to follow Rogue but Angel just pushed him back in the hallway.
He asked her what was going on but she was sitting on the floor, frantically pulling at her black shoelaces. She slapped Iceman's foot, pointing him to do the same. She tied them together, Iceman slowly catching on. They could both hear the mansion being ransacked, room by room, from the front. In the back, they could hear the destruction going was wrecking on the band invading the school.
Angel took an end of the string and put it in Iceman's hand, closing his fingers around them. She still did not break the silence she had lived with within the mansion.
She grabbed the other end and looked cautiously down the hall. There was a group of black figures just down the hall. She backed up then, and slid to the other side, keeping her body low to the ground. She tied the end to the radiator on the other die and motioned at Iceman. She pointed down the hall, to him and then pantomimed pulling the string.
Angel didn't wait for his reaction but instead raced out of into the hallway and turned around. The figures weren't facing her so she pounded on the wall next to her. That got their attention. They came after her like the flickering shadows and smoke made but the growing fire. They short at her but the distance or darkness threw their aim off.
Those gunshots was all that was needed to shock the reality of fear into everyone they were cold, hard sound from fairly primitive weapons, not usually used in stealth. They were trying to scare them away more than kill all of them. If they killed one, who cared? They were scum. It was the cleanup of a genocide they didn't want. But hearing a gunshot in a place you felt was safe would rock you're world. Fear and dread melted and gripped her heart.
The bullets might have missed her but the flames did not. For awhile they were dancing around the house strangely. As she ran away and after two of the Hoods tripped, an explosion blew her off her feet. She scrambled off to the side behind a wall, noticing a boy, not much taller than Rogue, just standing down the hallway, before the trip line. His silhouette created by the flames behind him showed a hand raised toward her, before Angel slipped behind the wall.
She carefully took her shoes off; the rubber had melted, singed by the fire. She looked at them with amazement and disgust.
Among all the noise, Angel couldn't hear his approach but she knew he would come. He had seen her slink off. All she could do was wait with her back against the wall until he came.
The crackling had come from a wall of fire that would have been thought of as an accident except that right when Requel stopped in front of it, a rock came hurtling through a window, missing her as she ducked.
"Christ," Wolverine stated as Rogue yelled, "Bobby," and ran back to the dining room. Orders were raised and the roar of the dinging room became almost deafening as some of the kids screamed, remembering the last time. By now, confusion overlaid everything as hooded and masked people came in through broken windows with firebrands or guns in their hand.
Everyone in the mansion found an animosity to these intruders; they were attacking the one place that felt safe, sacred. Wolverine went immediately toward the intruders while Angel went the opposite way. She caught Iceman who came out of a hallway to follow Rogue but Angel just pushed him back in the hallway.
He asked her what was going on but she was sitting on the floor, frantically pulling at her black shoelaces. She slapped Iceman's foot, pointing him to do the same. She tied them together, Iceman slowly catching on. They could both hear the mansion being ransacked, room by room, from the front. In the back, they could hear the destruction going was wrecking on the band invading the school.
Angel took an end of the string and put it in Iceman's hand, closing his fingers around them. She still did not break the silence she had lived with within the mansion.
She grabbed the other end and looked cautiously down the hall. There was a group of black figures just down the hall. She backed up then, and slid to the other side, keeping her body low to the ground. She tied the end to the radiator on the other die and motioned at Iceman. She pointed down the hall, to him and then pantomimed pulling the string.
Angel didn't wait for his reaction but instead raced out of into the hallway and turned around. The figures weren't facing her so she pounded on the wall next to her. That got their attention. They came after her like the flickering shadows and smoke made but the growing fire. They short at her but the distance or darkness threw their aim off.
Those gunshots was all that was needed to shock the reality of fear into everyone they were cold, hard sound from fairly primitive weapons, not usually used in stealth. They were trying to scare them away more than kill all of them. If they killed one, who cared? They were scum. It was the cleanup of a genocide they didn't want. But hearing a gunshot in a place you felt was safe would rock you're world. Fear and dread melted and gripped her heart.
The bullets might have missed her but the flames did not. For awhile they were dancing around the house strangely. As she ran away and after two of the Hoods tripped, an explosion blew her off her feet. She scrambled off to the side behind a wall, noticing a boy, not much taller than Rogue, just standing down the hallway, before the trip line. His silhouette created by the flames behind him showed a hand raised toward her, before Angel slipped behind the wall.
She carefully took her shoes off; the rubber had melted, singed by the fire. She looked at them with amazement and disgust.
Among all the noise, Angel couldn't hear his approach but she knew he would come. He had seen her slink off. All she could do was wait with her back against the wall until he came.