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! Also a note to two of my lecture buddies of the last three years, if you ever open a posh restaurant together and name it after yourselves just remember I thought of it first, so I want a free meal at least!
Scene 13
"You really are sure you can handle this, Logan?" Scott questioned the older mutant yet again. The Wolverine wondered if Cyc knew how annoying he was being? The only conclusion he could make was probably...
"Yeah yeah. You'll go in and distract 'em all. I go in and find this machine, wreck it, and put this here CD into the computer to give Mystique's whole system a super bug. Okay?"
"Technically, it's called a virus, but that's close enough." Cyclops reached out to take the controls of the jet as Wolverine rolled his eyes and grated his teeth in the back. "Right Rogue lets take her in gently."
"You've never managed to land this hunk gently yet, Cyclops, what's changed this time?" Scott refused to rise to Wolverine's comment, whilst Nightcrawler and Iceman braced themselves for landing.
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Not so much later, with Rogue, Bobby, Nightcrawler and Cyclops keeping Magneto, Mystique and Pyro busy, Wolverine hunted through the elaborate and lavish corridors of Magneto's newest lair. He sure could get used to luxury like this... Just where did Magneto get the money for a place like this anyway, wasn't he supposed to be the bad guy?
With an almost elegant swipe of his adimantium claws, Wolverine dismantled another wall-based sensor. If Magneto realised there had been five people not four on that plane, he'd halt Wolverine's progress with a mere wave of his hand. Literally. Logan grimaced as he explored, there was always someone who thinks they can control you. But not today Magneto, not today.
Suddenly behind a sliding metal door Logan came upon the last thing he expected. A small crying child. A small black boy he recognised.
"Hey, aren't you...?" Wolverine began to ask, before changing his question. "Why aren't you reading my mind?"
August King sat on the metallic floor, tears running down his face and a look of pure malice in his eyes. He stuck his tongue out at Wolverine and turned his back.
"Fair enough." Logan shrugged and went back out into the corridor, closing the door behind him. "I just thought you were dead that's all."
**It appears Magneto has simply drained August of his telepathic powers, Logan. Much better than killing him I will admit, but it is worrying where such a process has arisen from....** Professor Xavier's voice sounded in Logan's head.
"If I see anything, Professor, I'll let you know. The others doing okay?"
**I believe so. Also, behind the bookcase on the right is a passageway that will take you where you want to go, though it is booby-trapped. Good luck Logan. **
"Thanks." Wolverine grunted, extending his claws, flexing his muscles and slicing through the wooden bookcase until an adimantium door was revealed underneath. Perplexed Logan looked round, and spotted a pointless-looking light switch to his left. Flicking it, the secret door slid open easily. "Oh, well." Logan shrugged, stepping over the broken shards of wood and into the dark tunnel.
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"Pyro! Stop them!" Mystique cried out as she lay on her belly on the floor after a blast from Cyclops had hit her full on. Her associate hesitated before obliging to blast his old classmates with tongues of fire. But Bobby had played this game before, unflinching he froze the flames that approached him and Rogue. Magneto grimly twisted his hand in Scott's direction, and pinned his head against the wall with his metal-containing visor. From nowhere Nightcrawler kicked Magneto in the back of the head, releasing Scott from his hold and causing Pyro to almost singe Magneto as he tried to get at Nightcrawler. Rogue raced in then, grabbing Pyro with her bare hands, reluctantly using her vampire-like powers on her old friend....
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In quiet of the mansion, Storm uneasily looked out of the window. Left behind in case Ilehana needed her nursing skills, her mind was with her friends as they fought against Magneto. Suddenly there was a blur down the path outside, and back again in only a fraction of a minute. A knock on the door was the fast-running child, come to bring Storm a letter he'd gotten off a strange man at the gate. Dismissing the child, Storm looked out of the window, trying to see if the person was still there. There was nobody.
Instead she turned her attention to the letter. It was quite thick, and addressed to her. She opened it carefully, just in case. The note that fell out was on good quality paper, handwritten and most importantly signed.
Storm,
I know you have been wondering a lot lately about yourself, about your powers, and about the rings you and Blaze have been given. I hope I can answer some of your questions, if you will agree to meet with me. As a gesture of good will, please accept these vials. They contain chemicals created by my company to lessen the effects of a telepathic attack on the brain. They will help Blaze for certain, and possibly also her Cajun friend.
If they work, you can meet me at the new designer restaurant 'Ellen&Buckley' at eight O'clock tomorrow night. You and Blaze should come alone; I do not trust any of the other X-Men. Then I can try to help you both, and buy you dinner of course.
Yours faithfully, and eagerly awaiting our meeting,
Garthen Doking.
She didn't know the name, but perhaps the Professor would. She'd ask him later. Right now she needed Ilehana to investigate these miracle cures. The two glass test tubes glinted as she looked at them in her palm. She didn't know why, but something told her that perhaps all wasn't lost for Blaze and Gambit...
A/N: Reviews always welcome! Also a note to two of my lecture buddies of the last three years, if you ever open a posh restaurant together and name it after yourselves just remember I thought of it first, so I want a free meal at least!
Scene 13
"You really are sure you can handle this, Logan?" Scott questioned the older mutant yet again. The Wolverine wondered if Cyc knew how annoying he was being? The only conclusion he could make was probably...
"Yeah yeah. You'll go in and distract 'em all. I go in and find this machine, wreck it, and put this here CD into the computer to give Mystique's whole system a super bug. Okay?"
"Technically, it's called a virus, but that's close enough." Cyclops reached out to take the controls of the jet as Wolverine rolled his eyes and grated his teeth in the back. "Right Rogue lets take her in gently."
"You've never managed to land this hunk gently yet, Cyclops, what's changed this time?" Scott refused to rise to Wolverine's comment, whilst Nightcrawler and Iceman braced themselves for landing.
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Not so much later, with Rogue, Bobby, Nightcrawler and Cyclops keeping Magneto, Mystique and Pyro busy, Wolverine hunted through the elaborate and lavish corridors of Magneto's newest lair. He sure could get used to luxury like this... Just where did Magneto get the money for a place like this anyway, wasn't he supposed to be the bad guy?
With an almost elegant swipe of his adimantium claws, Wolverine dismantled another wall-based sensor. If Magneto realised there had been five people not four on that plane, he'd halt Wolverine's progress with a mere wave of his hand. Literally. Logan grimaced as he explored, there was always someone who thinks they can control you. But not today Magneto, not today.
Suddenly behind a sliding metal door Logan came upon the last thing he expected. A small crying child. A small black boy he recognised.
"Hey, aren't you...?" Wolverine began to ask, before changing his question. "Why aren't you reading my mind?"
August King sat on the metallic floor, tears running down his face and a look of pure malice in his eyes. He stuck his tongue out at Wolverine and turned his back.
"Fair enough." Logan shrugged and went back out into the corridor, closing the door behind him. "I just thought you were dead that's all."
**It appears Magneto has simply drained August of his telepathic powers, Logan. Much better than killing him I will admit, but it is worrying where such a process has arisen from....** Professor Xavier's voice sounded in Logan's head.
"If I see anything, Professor, I'll let you know. The others doing okay?"
**I believe so. Also, behind the bookcase on the right is a passageway that will take you where you want to go, though it is booby-trapped. Good luck Logan. **
"Thanks." Wolverine grunted, extending his claws, flexing his muscles and slicing through the wooden bookcase until an adimantium door was revealed underneath. Perplexed Logan looked round, and spotted a pointless-looking light switch to his left. Flicking it, the secret door slid open easily. "Oh, well." Logan shrugged, stepping over the broken shards of wood and into the dark tunnel.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"Pyro! Stop them!" Mystique cried out as she lay on her belly on the floor after a blast from Cyclops had hit her full on. Her associate hesitated before obliging to blast his old classmates with tongues of fire. But Bobby had played this game before, unflinching he froze the flames that approached him and Rogue. Magneto grimly twisted his hand in Scott's direction, and pinned his head against the wall with his metal-containing visor. From nowhere Nightcrawler kicked Magneto in the back of the head, releasing Scott from his hold and causing Pyro to almost singe Magneto as he tried to get at Nightcrawler. Rogue raced in then, grabbing Pyro with her bare hands, reluctantly using her vampire-like powers on her old friend....
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In quiet of the mansion, Storm uneasily looked out of the window. Left behind in case Ilehana needed her nursing skills, her mind was with her friends as they fought against Magneto. Suddenly there was a blur down the path outside, and back again in only a fraction of a minute. A knock on the door was the fast-running child, come to bring Storm a letter he'd gotten off a strange man at the gate. Dismissing the child, Storm looked out of the window, trying to see if the person was still there. There was nobody.
Instead she turned her attention to the letter. It was quite thick, and addressed to her. She opened it carefully, just in case. The note that fell out was on good quality paper, handwritten and most importantly signed.
Storm,
I know you have been wondering a lot lately about yourself, about your powers, and about the rings you and Blaze have been given. I hope I can answer some of your questions, if you will agree to meet with me. As a gesture of good will, please accept these vials. They contain chemicals created by my company to lessen the effects of a telepathic attack on the brain. They will help Blaze for certain, and possibly also her Cajun friend.
If they work, you can meet me at the new designer restaurant 'Ellen&Buckley' at eight O'clock tomorrow night. You and Blaze should come alone; I do not trust any of the other X-Men. Then I can try to help you both, and buy you dinner of course.
Yours faithfully, and eagerly awaiting our meeting,
Garthen Doking.
She didn't know the name, but perhaps the Professor would. She'd ask him later. Right now she needed Ilehana to investigate these miracle cures. The two glass test tubes glinted as she looked at them in her palm. She didn't know why, but something told her that perhaps all wasn't lost for Blaze and Gambit...