Fourth chapter!
Flamingo :All your questions are soon answered.
Laureate: What's her name?
Dragonet: Yes. Herman is still being guarded.
Akai Kah'ghe: Err… actually, it IS a spider. It's a very unique type that has ten legs and humongous jaws.
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"I can't believe this!" Lance furiously punched the side of the plane compartment. "We're stuck away from everyone else, we don't know if everybody's even okay, and now we can't get home!"
"We don't know that. As soon as we land, we can take a bus back or some thing." Ray was contemplating the iron at his feet.
"Um…guys?" I looked up from scratching Doggy's neck.
"What is it, luv?" Aussie looked over at me. He was holding his forehead. Probably because he didn't want to listen to Lance.
"We're still in uniform," I pointed out. "How are they gonna react to us on the bus?"
"Good point…" Sam looked around a little guiltily. "We're surrounded by clothes…"
"Gross." Rogue crossed her arms over her chest.
"But we gotta blend in. Who knows when those things come flyin' after us!" Sam picked up a decent looking bag and began to rifle through it. "I guess it's just somethin' we gotta do."
All of them began to dig through the bags to find something that fit. I sat where I was. My knee was still killing me. Doggy padded off and came back a minute later with a big brown bag. Inside it were various t-shirts, jeans, etc.
I patted Doggy on the head. Wanda and Rogue appeared by my side a couple seconds later.
"You did better than I did." Wanda peered into my bag. Rogue crossed her arms and scowled at the rest of the guys.
"Me and the other two are going to our little section to get dressed. Ah betta not see any sign of you four."
The aussie pyro grinned at her.
"Don't worry. Doggy will be here." I patted Doggy's head. "He won't let them near us."
I leaned forward and got to me feet slowly. There was no sense to rush things. I followed Wanda and Rogue to the other side of the compartment, away from the boys who were already changing.
We quickly got our uniforms off (we all had some sort of undergarment on) and got dressed. I took a considerable amount of time longer than they did. I took me forever to get the new jeans on, and my new shirt was equally difficult because something on my back kept hurting.
"Your name is Danny, right?" Wanda was looking at me.
"Yeah. Why?"
"Two things. There is something crawling around in your uniform," she pointed to the uniform I tossed on the floor, "and you're bleeding." She pointed at my back.
"Oh. So that's why my back hurts."
Rogue came to look at my injury. The lighting was bad, and I could barely see what I was doing. I doubted she could tell.
"It's bleedin' alriaght. We cahn't do anythin' about it now, though." She grabbed my old uniform shirt and pressed it to my wound.
Wanda was still staring at my uniform, which was still moving. I used my foot to tip the jacket up, and Herman latched to my ankle.
"What is that?" Wanda now stared at my ankle, mystified.
"It's Herman. My friend bat."
"How wonderful." She helped me get my shirt on and was going to ask me something else when we heard screaming from the boy's end.
"GET IT OFF!"
Wanda and Rogue both tore out towards the others while I limped to keep up. When I got there I was treated to the scene of Lance standing on a bunch of bags and Ray and Sam trying to stop the Aussie from starting a fire in the compartment.
Something attached itself to the same ankle Herman was on. I looked down to see Kally, huddling next to him.
It did not take a genius to figure out what happened.
"Okay… knock it off. It's just a rat."
The Aussie stared at me. "It came out of his chest!" He was pointing at Ray.
"Umm……Ray?"
"She jumped off of my shirt when Lance shoved me."
"Oh…I guess it would have looked like it jumped out of your chest in this light."
All of the guys managed to calm themselves down. I think I heard Wanda say something along the lines of 'wuss' when she walked by Lance.
I agree.
Doggy seemed totally amused by the entire affair. He was perched on top of a bunch of old carpet bags, looking fairly smug. I patted him on the back as I sat next to him.
Ray came over to me a little sheepishly. Before he said anything, I pointed to my ankle. He saw Kally and gently pulled her off my ankle and into the pocket of his shirt.
"Why do you have a rat, Ray?" Rogue was staring at him.
"What rat?" He asked innocently. Rogue shook her head.
"We need to get some first aid stuff. Danny needs it." Wanda glared at all of the guys.
Sam looked over at me concernedly, "You alright, Dan?"
"Fitter than a bumblebee in a honey hive." I said with mock seriousness.
"She must be okay. She can still crack jokes." Ray was looking up at the ceiling.
"I hope we land soon." Lance had climbed down from the bags. "I get airsick."
"Peachy." Aussie shuffled away from him.
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" Like where are they? They didn't get captured did they?" Kitty was hopping from one foot to another.
"We don't know. There's no sign of them and we've looked everywhere."
Scott was doing his best to restore order. All around him stood the x-men, alcolytes, and the brotherhood. Or at least the ones who made it back to the institute.
"What about the professor?" Amara peered over Roberto's shoulder.
"We don't know. Something was fired at the X-jet. He hasn't woke up yet."
"How are we going to get them back?"
"We don't know they were captured." Jubes pointed out. "Maybe they just couldn't get back to us."
"Either way, we have to keep a look out. We know what we're dealing with now. We just have to be careful." Scott looked at all of them.
"That is what Charles would want." Magneto stood at the top of the stairs. "We must be ever vigilant until he awakens again."
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The compartment lurched again. I think we were hitting turbulence.
Doggy and I were huddled back into a corner with Wanda and Ray so we could have a little leverage against the bucking plane.
The other four were huddled in the next corner. Lance had been shoved to the front so if he got sick, it wouldn't be all over them.
I felt the plane tip down and grabbed Doggy's collar before he could slip down the floor. Herman was still clinging to my ankle and refusing to let go.
The plane hit the ground a little hard, and Lance and aussie fell out of their corner into the baggage. Ray managed to catch himself before he fell.
They struggled up as the plane slowed to a stop.
"Now what?" Sam whispered as the lights got a little brighter. Wanda looked a little annoyed. Quite understandable, since it was at least six hours flying time.
"Why don't you just open the door?" Her voice carried a bit of a menacing hiss.
"How? It's locked from the outside!" Wanda and I both turned around to stare at him. Understanding dawned onto his features.
"Oh…Right. Stand back." We all crammed ourselves as far away from the door as possible as he took a running start through the door. And, judging by the yells outside, he must have surprised somebody.
It's probably a good thing my fingerprints weren't in the system.
We all bolted, or in my case limped quickly, from the plane. It was nighttime. Wanda hexed the baggage men outside and ran down the staircase. Doggy and I followed. Pyro jumped off the plane, Ray and Rogue used the side railings like fire poles and slid down. Lance was last to get out and he took the stairs. We all took off for the side fence after we collected a dizzy Cannonball. Behind me I could here sirens. Wanda stopped for something at the baggage cars but was soon running again.
It's an amazing thing. That fence didn't have any holes until that night. But something just went up and melted a big hole in the fence *cough* Pyro*cough*.
Doggy moved easily beside me as we made our escape from the airport. The sirens faded into the night. As of right now, we were home free.
Sort of.
"Where are we?" Ray looked around.
"It appears to be a city." Wanda pulled out something. It was a first-aid kit. " There's a hotel over there."
"We don't have any money." Rogue sighed.
Wanda walked over to an atm machine and hexed it. It spat out about a thousand dollars.
"We do now."
"This is so wrong. Mama wouldn't approve." Sam shook his head.
"Mama approve of you dying?"
"No."
"Then take the lesser of two evils." Wanda seized my arm and steered me towards the hotel she pointed out earlier. It was dinghy, old, and looked like a house you would give to a dead guy.
I'm not sure how that works, but it's what it looks like.
Doggy trotted beside us. Herman had transferred himself to Doggy' collar and was flapping his wings in and out.
Must be a version of bat aerobics.
Wanda ushered me through the door and we stood at the front desk, with the others shuffling in behind us.
"We want a room."
The man at the front desk, a greasy ratty looking fella, leered at her. "We only got one vacant."
"We'll take it."
He leered at her again and leaned back to grab the key, his eyes never leaving her body. My arm was beginning to hurt. She was digging her fingers into my flesh to the point that her knuckles were white.
He gave us the key and grinned at us again. He had nasty looking teeth. But before I could contemplate on how teeth got that nasty I was dragged off by Wanda and Rogue.
Doggy snuck in behind us as we climbed up the stairs. All the guys fell in step behind us.
The man whistled lewdly at us as we disappeared up the stairs.
We found our room and opened it up. It looked worse than the building outside. But we were safe. Wanda and Rogue dragged me into the bathroom to treat my wound while the guys sat in various places around the room.
"I don't see any bullet." Wanda was cleaning my wounds with toilet paper because she said she didn't want to contract a disease from the towels. I couldn't really blame her.
"I think it grazed me." I stated the obvious, I know, but at least I was stating something.
"Actually, I think it may have actually hit you, but it probably dropped out." Wanda gently poked a pretty deep looking circularish hole at the end of the long wound. The bullet must have hit me at an angle, because the wound started lightly at the right side of my back and went across it, getting deeper until it finally ended on the left side of my back.
Rogue cracked open the first aid kit and pulled out a bunch of bandages. She also took out some peroxide to pout on the wound so it didn't get infected. She used my old uniform shirt to put it on (I had the old shirt as a cushion against my back.). It hurt, but I didn't go running off screaming like a baby. Not that I could have.
Hurt really bad.
When they were done disinfecting my wound, they bandaged me back up. I felt better knowing the wound had been cared for. I managed to put the shirt back on with little help. Then we started on my knee.
When we were in the plane, I chose not to look at my knee. I knew it wasn't broken, but they was it hurt, I knew it wasn't going to be pretty looking either. I sat down on the edge of the dirty tub. They rolled up my pant leg and I heard Rogue take a hissing breath. That was too much for me and I forced myself to look.
My knee was covered with a very deep colored purple bruise. All around that bruise were long, deep scratches. I felt a little lightheaded.
Rogue poked her head out the door. "Cahn you guys go fihnd some ice?"
There was a mutter of consent amongst the guys and Rogue pulled herself back in and shut the door. She and Wanda ripped up my old shirt and set to disinfecting the scratches.
There was a knock on the door and Rogue reached out and pulled in a tub of ice. It was as dinghy as the room, but we weren't going to drink it anyway. She grabbed a couple of strips of my old shirt and made an ice pack.
As I sat there holding the ice pack against my leg and wincing as peroxide disinfected the cuts, Wanda started to grin.
"What are you grinning about?"
"I just realized that I am sitting in a hotel room with a lovesick rocktumbler, a crazy alcolyte named John, a good ole boy from down south, a guy who sits around talking to a rat, another Goth, and a girl who ticked off people so bad they got her shot and ran over."
"I object. That car was not part of them, it was just going the interstate."
"Fine. A girl who ticked off people then went running across a busy interstate. And was surprised to get hit by a car."
"I would have made if it weren't for those pesky drivers," I joked.
Rogue snorted lightly as she put the peroxide back into the kit. My leg was all bandaged up. It looked as if no amount of ice would get the swelling down. Oh well.
We all managed to squeeze out of the bathroom. It had been a tight fit to begin with.
"Feelin' bettah? " Sam was looking up from a newspaper he found. It was several days out of date. I nodded.
Wanda walked over and took a closer look at the title.
"Holy….We're all the way on the west coast!"
"Actually, it's worse. We're actually in Mexico." Ray was petting Kally, who was sitting on his knee.
"So where are we? Latin Calfornia?*"
Sam stared at me. "Latin California?"
"So I don't remember the exact name. But you know what I mean."
"Yeah. We're there."
"Great. Peachy Keen."
"So what are we gonna do now?" Sam looked around for suggestions.
"How far are we from the border?" Wanda stared at the paper as if trying to divine answers from it.
"About thirty miles."
"Perfect." Everyone turned to stare at me. I shrugged.
"I got family in L.A."
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Well, Danny's all bandaged up. Now they have to make it to L.A.
*Last time I checked, there is this little strip of land that goes off the west coast, and it actually belongs to Mexico.
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