Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making any money from the X-Men
characters. Thank you to Corrinth for the use of her character Dr. Ilehana
Xavier. I do own Blaze, and appreciate authors not using her without
asking.
A/N: Reviews always welcome!
Scene 10
At the cue from Mystique, a blast of fire from Pyro sent Gambit back- flipping backwards. With a wave of her hand, Blaze deflected Pyro's blast back towards him. At the same time, Sabretooth's fist connected hard with Gambit's jaw, sending the Cajun sprawling to the floor. Mystique stood back, saving her energy, as Pyro closed on Blaze frowning and flicking his lighter. Remy sprang back on his feet, shaking his head before charging and releasing card after card, pelting Sabretooth with a barrage of explosions, driving him back and making him shield his eyes.
Again Pyro tried to blast Blaze with waves of fire. But again Blaze simply raised a hand, letting the flames run around her, turning his uncontrolled blasts into delicate fireballs and lobbing them back at him. With a roar of frustration Pyro abandoned this obviously failing tactic and tried to tackle Blaze to the ground. Almost in slow motion, Blaze jumped straight up above his clumsy run. As he charged underneath her, she somersaulted in the air and used the force of her fire, rather than the fire itself, to knock him to the ground. Mystique actually laughed as Blaze finished Pyro off with a blow to his head, knocking him out cold.
Gambit had Sabretooth pinned back, snarling, but he wasn't causing any damage. But then surely someone so animal, so like Wolverine, would loathe fire like nothing else. With this brainwave Blaze brought her right arm back behind her, before throwing forward a whip of fire that seared Sabretooth's flank making him roar in pain. The flames wrapped around the huge, hairy man like the very tarmac he stood on was on fire. Blaze made sure her cage of flames weren't likely to consume him before turning back to Mystique and Gambit.
"You are a fool, Gambit. You could have joined our brotherhood. Instead you cavort with a hoodlum who is consumed by her power, and controlled by Xavier."
"Who kicked your lil' friends' butts like she's already kicked yours, Mystique!" Remy spat. A car door slammed behind them and Blaze suddenly screamed. In the instant when Gambit tried to turn to help her, pain and confusion tore through his mind like a flash flood. At the same time, Mystique threw herself through the air, kicking his chest, pelting him with close body blows. Somehow he managed to reach inside his coat pocket, pulled out his extendable pole and flicked the button that made it slide into action. With a thrust he knocked Mystique away. Shaking his head to clear it he tried to drive her away from where Blaze lay fitting on the floor. Sabretooth roared his delight as Blaze's fires were extinguished. Charging forwards he tackled Gambit to the floor, repeatedly bashing his forehead against the ground until blood ran and Mystique ordered him to stop. Gambit was unconscious. Mystique looked round.
Pyro still lay on the ground, but he was coming around. Sabretooth crouched over Gambit like a lion over a kill. Mystique did not know if the Cajun were alive or not, but she had not taken his rejection well. She had no plans for him to leave this place. Magneto stood with pride and composure overlooking the scene. In one hand he carried his helmet that protected his mind from invasion by telepaths. The other hand rested on the shoulder of a small black boy. The child was transfixed, staring down on the fitting Blaze with unseeing eyes, a look of horrific pleasure on his face. Mystique gave an involuntary shudder.
Away in the starless dark of the depths of her mind, Blaze sought shelter from her helpless body, and the evil presence that rifled through her mind and memories with no regard and horrid pleasure. In helplessness she cried out, reaching for Remy. But he wasn't there; the link was gone. Now more terrified than ever she could only form one word.
**XAVIER!!! **
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
In his mansion, Professor Charles Xavier was almost overcome by the terror behind the voice that called out to him. He scrambled his X-Men quickly, deeming to go himself to Cerebro, not knowing how much time Blaze might have left...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Far away in the Black Forest of Germany, the Vixen-wolf who hunted with the Wolverine lifted her snout to the wind, hearing the mental cry of her pack- sister so far away. Shape shifting possibly faster than she had ever done before, she called the Wolverine to her telepathically as she did. Time for fun was over, it was time to go home, they were needed...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"You have the information?" Mystique asked Magneto. The older man pulled his hand hesitantly from the shoulder of the young boy, and pulled on his telepath-blocking helmet, meeting Mystique's eyes as he did so. If Mystique didn't know better, she'd think Magneto actually looked afraid.
"I have what we came for. Leave them, lets go."
"But..."
"You have had your revenge Mystique. Trust me, letting them live right now is far worse than killing them quickly." Magneto looked down at the boy and indicated he should go back to the car. The child was becoming very dangerous, too dangerous. Magneto was ever grateful for the helmet he wore now. Otherwise the child would know that tonight would be the last time he fell asleep...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"A kid? A kid did this? And Sabretooth?" Wolverine roared his hatred as his adimantium claws slid through his hands.
"Quiet Logan, they need rest, not you shouting and bawling." Dr Ilehana Xavier glanced over at Logan, placing her stethoscope down on the infirmary's stainless steel counter. There was real fear in the Professor's daughter's eyes that made Logan almost long for Vixen to be the type of woman he could put his arms around to comfort. Instead he did as he was told, and let his claws retract.
"This scares you, don't it?" He asked quietly, watching her eyes.
"Yes." For a moment then there was silence, apart from the gentle 'beep, beep' of the various monitors.
"We need to get to the briefing." Vixen finally said. "They've waited long enough for us to get here already."
"Will they be alright?" Wolverine asked the Doctor.
"I don't know." Ilehana looked at each of her patients, both in comas, both so ill. "Gambit may have a chance, but Blaze..."
A/N: Reviews always welcome!
Scene 10
At the cue from Mystique, a blast of fire from Pyro sent Gambit back- flipping backwards. With a wave of her hand, Blaze deflected Pyro's blast back towards him. At the same time, Sabretooth's fist connected hard with Gambit's jaw, sending the Cajun sprawling to the floor. Mystique stood back, saving her energy, as Pyro closed on Blaze frowning and flicking his lighter. Remy sprang back on his feet, shaking his head before charging and releasing card after card, pelting Sabretooth with a barrage of explosions, driving him back and making him shield his eyes.
Again Pyro tried to blast Blaze with waves of fire. But again Blaze simply raised a hand, letting the flames run around her, turning his uncontrolled blasts into delicate fireballs and lobbing them back at him. With a roar of frustration Pyro abandoned this obviously failing tactic and tried to tackle Blaze to the ground. Almost in slow motion, Blaze jumped straight up above his clumsy run. As he charged underneath her, she somersaulted in the air and used the force of her fire, rather than the fire itself, to knock him to the ground. Mystique actually laughed as Blaze finished Pyro off with a blow to his head, knocking him out cold.
Gambit had Sabretooth pinned back, snarling, but he wasn't causing any damage. But then surely someone so animal, so like Wolverine, would loathe fire like nothing else. With this brainwave Blaze brought her right arm back behind her, before throwing forward a whip of fire that seared Sabretooth's flank making him roar in pain. The flames wrapped around the huge, hairy man like the very tarmac he stood on was on fire. Blaze made sure her cage of flames weren't likely to consume him before turning back to Mystique and Gambit.
"You are a fool, Gambit. You could have joined our brotherhood. Instead you cavort with a hoodlum who is consumed by her power, and controlled by Xavier."
"Who kicked your lil' friends' butts like she's already kicked yours, Mystique!" Remy spat. A car door slammed behind them and Blaze suddenly screamed. In the instant when Gambit tried to turn to help her, pain and confusion tore through his mind like a flash flood. At the same time, Mystique threw herself through the air, kicking his chest, pelting him with close body blows. Somehow he managed to reach inside his coat pocket, pulled out his extendable pole and flicked the button that made it slide into action. With a thrust he knocked Mystique away. Shaking his head to clear it he tried to drive her away from where Blaze lay fitting on the floor. Sabretooth roared his delight as Blaze's fires were extinguished. Charging forwards he tackled Gambit to the floor, repeatedly bashing his forehead against the ground until blood ran and Mystique ordered him to stop. Gambit was unconscious. Mystique looked round.
Pyro still lay on the ground, but he was coming around. Sabretooth crouched over Gambit like a lion over a kill. Mystique did not know if the Cajun were alive or not, but she had not taken his rejection well. She had no plans for him to leave this place. Magneto stood with pride and composure overlooking the scene. In one hand he carried his helmet that protected his mind from invasion by telepaths. The other hand rested on the shoulder of a small black boy. The child was transfixed, staring down on the fitting Blaze with unseeing eyes, a look of horrific pleasure on his face. Mystique gave an involuntary shudder.
Away in the starless dark of the depths of her mind, Blaze sought shelter from her helpless body, and the evil presence that rifled through her mind and memories with no regard and horrid pleasure. In helplessness she cried out, reaching for Remy. But he wasn't there; the link was gone. Now more terrified than ever she could only form one word.
**XAVIER!!! **
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
In his mansion, Professor Charles Xavier was almost overcome by the terror behind the voice that called out to him. He scrambled his X-Men quickly, deeming to go himself to Cerebro, not knowing how much time Blaze might have left...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Far away in the Black Forest of Germany, the Vixen-wolf who hunted with the Wolverine lifted her snout to the wind, hearing the mental cry of her pack- sister so far away. Shape shifting possibly faster than she had ever done before, she called the Wolverine to her telepathically as she did. Time for fun was over, it was time to go home, they were needed...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"You have the information?" Mystique asked Magneto. The older man pulled his hand hesitantly from the shoulder of the young boy, and pulled on his telepath-blocking helmet, meeting Mystique's eyes as he did so. If Mystique didn't know better, she'd think Magneto actually looked afraid.
"I have what we came for. Leave them, lets go."
"But..."
"You have had your revenge Mystique. Trust me, letting them live right now is far worse than killing them quickly." Magneto looked down at the boy and indicated he should go back to the car. The child was becoming very dangerous, too dangerous. Magneto was ever grateful for the helmet he wore now. Otherwise the child would know that tonight would be the last time he fell asleep...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"A kid? A kid did this? And Sabretooth?" Wolverine roared his hatred as his adimantium claws slid through his hands.
"Quiet Logan, they need rest, not you shouting and bawling." Dr Ilehana Xavier glanced over at Logan, placing her stethoscope down on the infirmary's stainless steel counter. There was real fear in the Professor's daughter's eyes that made Logan almost long for Vixen to be the type of woman he could put his arms around to comfort. Instead he did as he was told, and let his claws retract.
"This scares you, don't it?" He asked quietly, watching her eyes.
"Yes." For a moment then there was silence, apart from the gentle 'beep, beep' of the various monitors.
"We need to get to the briefing." Vixen finally said. "They've waited long enough for us to get here already."
"Will they be alright?" Wolverine asked the Doctor.
"I don't know." Ilehana looked at each of her patients, both in comas, both so ill. "Gambit may have a chance, but Blaze..."