Misfit- Chapter 6
(Warning to all: The following Disclaimer and Notes were written on a MAJOR Hugh Jackman buzz. Read at your own peril.)
Disclaimer- I make no money from this and my original characters are the only things in it that I own. However if Marvel wish to use them in the next movie I would be happy to allow them to use the for an colossal amount of money and the chance to snog Hugh Jackman. If they wish to use them but do not provide the vast amounts of money required, I'll just take the snog.
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The shadows peaked and wavered around the group collected at the round table. One half of the circle wore white, the other dipped into the shadows of black.
"The operative says she's on her way to the club." One black member announced, a small murmur ran through them like an electric pulse.
"Then we mustn't delay. If we want our plan to be successful we can't make another mistake like the last." A white dressed woman spoke.
"You're right, we can't. That's why I suggest that the black half might have their chance this time and that the incompetence of the white Queen and her men be replaced with the abilities of the black." A man in black answered, this caused a greater stir with the white than the black.
"Wait," Announced the white King. "Seeing as the Black pieces are already in control of this attempt with their operative inside the school I believe it is only fair they have their chance." The Black pieces nodded with pride.
"However…" Continued the white king "If this is unsuccessful the white pieces with take their turn again. Is that agreed?"
The ripple continued, this time of agreement.
The shadowy figure of the black king stood. "We have an agreement. But there will not be another attempt." He smiled smugly. "Because we will claim our prize."
Back at the mansion, or more precisely outside a wild animal was out stalking his prey.
Logan had finally decided that it was dark enough to leave his spot hiding in the bushes that he'd been in since after dinner that evening. So far however he hadn't caught a glimpse of the men in black- they were better than he'd thought. Their appearance that afternoon must have been a major slip up not a minor mistake.
He stalked round the edge of the bushes trying to keep and blend in with the shadows and was, so far succeeding. However he hadn't encountered anything…
Until now. Up ahead of him, in a black jumpsuit and night vision goggles a man sat in amongst the brush. He was guarding another man, crouching next to a high-tech laptop screen connected to a miniature camera perched atop the wall.
As Logan had thought… they were some kind of surveillance unit. From who he didn't know… But he sure as hell wanted to find out.
Slowly, carefully, he approached the men, not a sound was made either by the group or the man stalking them…
"BAMF" However the Blue mutant who had appeared between the groups wasn't so quiet.
"Ahhh Logan it's you I thought that there was someone out here…" The mutant smiled chirpily at the growling man crouched in front of him. A man that was not happy.
"Is there something wrong?" Kurt asked genuinely puzzled as to why Logan was looking at him like he wanted to rip his throat out. Logan helped him out by glairing over his shoulder to what was behind him.
Kurt turned and saw the two men, no longer bothered with their vigil of the computer screen or scouting the area… their main focus were the two men in the bushes.
There was a momentary pause as the air hung heavy between them… as they watched for the slightest sign of movement. Then the man with the gun started firing.
Logan grabbed hold of Kurt and pushed him into the grass and hawthorn that spread beneath their feet, he gave a yelp of fright as Logan stood and surveyed the scene in between barrages.
When Logan ducked back down though he found his companion was gone, however a blue cloud of smoke remained.
"Coward." He moaned… just as the men shooting started yelling. Logan looked back up to see that Kurt had re materialised beside the men and was kicking the weapon from the shooters hands.
The other man however dived for cover, taking the screen with him into a bush of thorns to his left. Security, Logan thought- these men didn't want what was on it being seen.
Kurt had succeeded knocking the weapon from the hands of the guard and was now in the process of protecting himself from an onslaught from the man, who was kicking and punching for all his worth.
Logan ran forward, Kurt was dealing with the shooter- maybe he could get some information out of the computer guy. He leapt at the bush only to be pushed back by the full force of the man within, both feet square in his chest. This would have floored any other man, the full force of a man's kick to the chest but Logan leapt back almost straight away. This didn't give the man long enough to prepare again and so Logan landed on top of him, winding the other man but not himself. The shrubs and wild plants he was hiding in also took a lot of the brunt. There was a smash as the computer screen broke and glass shattered into both bodies. Logan stood above the unarmed man as he lay helpless and hurt. Logan however was regenerating and healing right before his eyes so this could have had some influence on why the man lay still and stared up through his balaclava.
Behind them the shooter finally collapsed after a short fight with Kurt disappearing and reappearing every few seconds to confuse him.
Kurt appeared for the last time beside Logan as the man's eyes grew larger.
Slowly Logan slipped his claws from his arms with a comforting sound as the Adamantium pierced his skin and ran along his bone.
"So Stryker's still in operation, huh?" he smiled menacingly down at the man. He shook his head vigorously… "Who the hell's Stryker?" He mumbled through the black mask, unsure.
Logan and Kurt exchanged looks, if this wasn't one of Stryker's men then who the hell was watching them?
Now with the blades to the man's throat, Logan was sure that he wasn't going anywhere so he reached forward and ripped the balaclava off. The man was indistinct… just another buzz cut army guy.
"Then who are you with?" Logan barked.
The man winced, he was trained not to tell. But he had 9 inch blades to his throat and he was beginning to perspire heavily… the man couldn't hold out for long.
"Come on bub, we ain't got all night."
Kurt just hovered by his shoulder looking as menacing as he could.
Finally the man cracked…
"Fine just don't kill me!" He whimpered in an English accent. "We're MI6."
"What the Hell's MI6?" Logan asked, thousands of ideas of what the organisation could be.
"Secret Intelligence service of England." He again sobbed. Logan scoffed; they weren't so secret now then were they.
"Then what are you doing here?" Kurt asked, for a second dropping the act, but then jumping back into it, looking sterner and more menacing than ever.
The man looked at them like this was one secret he wouldn't spill however. So Logan applied a little more pressure raising his hand up to the man's eye level then swiftly sending his arm out to the left. When a tree appeared at knuckle length away, He let the claws out and they sliced through the bark and out the other side.
"ahh," The man gasped.
"You gonna tell us what you know now?" smiled Logan removing his claws from the tree.
This was the great decider. "We're watching someone." He gushed.
"Who?" Logan asked pointedly, He'd been expecting to hear that these men and their service had them all under surveillance not just one person.
At that moment the electric Gates of the Academy opened, letting forth a motorbike at great speed. The second it was seen and heard it was gone.
Logan Stood and looked after it "Who in hell was that?"
"It was Scott's bike if that helps…" Kurt added in what he hoped was a helpful tone.
However Logan just looked at the grinning idiot, before turning back to the shaking soldier. "Was that anything to do with you?"
The man shook his head.
"It certainly wasn't Scott, he'd never drive that recklessly." Kurt said still looking after the mad person on the bike, who he was sure had been wearing high heels…
"He'd never drive that bike anyway. He just keeps it because it looks pretty." Kurt didn't disagree.
"We'd better find out who it is though…" He added looking down at the scared computer guy. He desperately wanted to find out who the hell he was watching on his portable screen, but he knew that this was more important. Who ever it was had broken about a million rules of the academy. Plus they had stolen Scott's bike and that made him want to shake their hand.
He leaned down and punched the man, knocking him instantly out. There was a resounding and satisfying pop as the flesh connected with flesh, and that caused Logan to smile.
"Lets take Scott's car." Logan looked up at Kurt, with an evil smile- glad at the new opportunity to take something of Scott's and possibly wreck it.
It didn't take long for the driver to reach its destination. Westchester to the heart of Manhattan wasn't all too far. However the driver didn't know Kurt and Logan were in the car tailing just far enough behind to be out of sight.
They turned into streets, passed crowds of rowdy night owls all looking for a place with cheep drinks and a dance floor that was swinging.
Finally the driver pulled into a multi-storey car park and locked up the bike before exiting onto the street outside.
On the opposite side of the street a queue was formed that went all the way around the block. The source of the queue was a building that had formally been a theatre, its marquee was still there but in blood red dripping letters it proclaimed the building- Le Bar Bat. Fake spiders and their webs hung down too making the entrance look spooky.
The patrons in the queue were dressed as gothic as they could. A collective of blacks, purples, pinks and reds. At the front of the queue though a burly looking bouncer stood beside a plush velvet rope, letting them in a few at a time.
Kurt and Logan watched from the edge of the car park as the rider crossed the street and went straight to the bouncer, whispered in his ear and was let through instantaneously. There was a small groan from some in the crowd, unhappy at the cutter, but most settled down again to wait their turn.
"Shall we?" Kurt asked. He realised that Logan had probably had the same idea as him.
Logan nodded and started across the street. Kurt followed close behind.
The bouncer spotted them and didn't give a second glimpse to either, even though Kurt's blue skin and tail were quite obviously showing, and Logan didn't look dressed for a party, especially not a gothic one.
Both didn't break stride when they got to the burly man guarding the door, however he did block their way with his body. He put his hand up against Logan's chest to halt him.
"Sorry sir, you can't go in yet. Get in the queue and wait your turn."
Logan though had no thoughts about getting in the queue.
"That arm, bub. Move it or loose it." He said, the anger showing in his eyes and voice.
The bouncer saw it and was for the first time intimidated.
"I…I'm s-s-sorry s-sir, but you'll have to wait like the o-o-others." He stuttered.
"No, bub, you're going to let me in now." He stated, looking into the man's eyes to show him the furry at this hold up.
The bouncer gulped and moved quickly, letting the men through while whipping a thin sheen of nervous perspiration off his head.
Kurt halted on the threshold and turned to the crowd and bouncer. "Thank you." He said politely in consolation, before Logan grabbed his arm and pulled him into the club with him.
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