Tourniquet by Evanescence
More swarmed in, their hoods blown back by the drafts created by the flames, showing nothing but masks of green faces with large eyes and mouths. There seemed to be no stop to the amount of people entering the school. It was mainly the number of them that forced everyone out of the school.
They all saw more coming to them and while the kids ran outside, the rest headed in opposite directions.
The one that followed Angel had a shotgun. Angel headed to the kitchen. They all had weapons except her and it bothered her.
Her bare feet slipped on the wood floor and she grabbed at the countertop to steady herself before grabbing the first steak knife that was available. She felt her stalker behind her and she kicked at him before turning around to face him with the knife held out. She had hit the gun out of his hand. Realizing she was able to do that because it was aimed to be shit at her back made her shudder out an exhale.
Angel inched forward, pressing the knife against the stalker's chest while he had his hands up, surrendering.
He had wanted to kill her. Why shouldn't she kill him? What was making her hesitate? She was already a killer; all those people on the bus, hone because of her. If she already had all their blood on her hands already, what difference would one more be? She tightened her grip.
Wolverine recognized the look in Angel as he caught her in the kitchen. The resigned look of a killer; there but not totally. He barged in with Cyclops following, grabbed Angel's shoulders and slammed her against the wall, the knife dropping from her hands. Her eyes were wide, wanting to kill someone else instead.
Cyclops had tied the guy's hands around the fridge door as well as gagging him to keep him quiet as they left. Wolverine let go and put his back to her. He left her, hopping she would follow the others this time.
She picked up the knife on the floor, gripping it and feeling how could work. The man tied to the fridge started to make noise behind his gag but Angel stomped her foot menacingly at him, then slipped the knife in the back of her pants.
When she left the kitchen, Angel got swept up with a crowd heading outside as Wolverine and Cyclops went in the opposite direction to get the stragglers.
When the group came outside, they stopped immediately. The rain from the storm had stopped but the wind had yet to calm down. Their hair whipped into their faces as they faced the jet, shadowed faces blocking their path with torches.
There was a line, a wall of them while some trained their guns at the jet's door, stopping the ones in the jet form coming out. Still, the jet stayed on the ground, waiting for the others.
It would have been a fast kill. Seeing it from the jet, Professor Xavier was reminded of the shooting squad standing ready at the death camps.
Angel saw the line, and the kids in front of it. She walked past them, knowing what she had to do but not exactly rushing to do it.
Each of the X-men could have done something, though they could hurt the kids or themselves before it was done.
Professor Xavier saw Angel move forward and his eyes sparkled. He told them, "Wait."
More swarmed in, their hoods blown back by the drafts created by the flames, showing nothing but masks of green faces with large eyes and mouths. There seemed to be no stop to the amount of people entering the school. It was mainly the number of them that forced everyone out of the school.
They all saw more coming to them and while the kids ran outside, the rest headed in opposite directions.
The one that followed Angel had a shotgun. Angel headed to the kitchen. They all had weapons except her and it bothered her.
Her bare feet slipped on the wood floor and she grabbed at the countertop to steady herself before grabbing the first steak knife that was available. She felt her stalker behind her and she kicked at him before turning around to face him with the knife held out. She had hit the gun out of his hand. Realizing she was able to do that because it was aimed to be shit at her back made her shudder out an exhale.
Angel inched forward, pressing the knife against the stalker's chest while he had his hands up, surrendering.
He had wanted to kill her. Why shouldn't she kill him? What was making her hesitate? She was already a killer; all those people on the bus, hone because of her. If she already had all their blood on her hands already, what difference would one more be? She tightened her grip.
Wolverine recognized the look in Angel as he caught her in the kitchen. The resigned look of a killer; there but not totally. He barged in with Cyclops following, grabbed Angel's shoulders and slammed her against the wall, the knife dropping from her hands. Her eyes were wide, wanting to kill someone else instead.
Cyclops had tied the guy's hands around the fridge door as well as gagging him to keep him quiet as they left. Wolverine let go and put his back to her. He left her, hopping she would follow the others this time.
She picked up the knife on the floor, gripping it and feeling how could work. The man tied to the fridge started to make noise behind his gag but Angel stomped her foot menacingly at him, then slipped the knife in the back of her pants.
When she left the kitchen, Angel got swept up with a crowd heading outside as Wolverine and Cyclops went in the opposite direction to get the stragglers.
When the group came outside, they stopped immediately. The rain from the storm had stopped but the wind had yet to calm down. Their hair whipped into their faces as they faced the jet, shadowed faces blocking their path with torches.
There was a line, a wall of them while some trained their guns at the jet's door, stopping the ones in the jet form coming out. Still, the jet stayed on the ground, waiting for the others.
It would have been a fast kill. Seeing it from the jet, Professor Xavier was reminded of the shooting squad standing ready at the death camps.
Angel saw the line, and the kids in front of it. She walked past them, knowing what she had to do but not exactly rushing to do it.
Each of the X-men could have done something, though they could hurt the kids or themselves before it was done.
Professor Xavier saw Angel move forward and his eyes sparkled. He told them, "Wait."