A/N: no reviews for chapter 1...how sad. ::sniffles:: someone please review so I know people are reading and want me to continue. Anyone? Pleeeeaaaasssse review!
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X-Men: Black and White
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As the jet began to descend through the trees where there was a clearing, Cyclops peered through the jet's windshield. Three large, bear-like figures were unmistakable, and they seemed to be tossing around another man like a rag doll. It had to have been the other mutant. As the Blackbird's engines began to wind down, Cyclops turned to Storm in the co-pilot's seat. She obviously saw what was going on below also. "Storm, take point. See if you can get a wind going that might distract the werewolves so we can move in."
Storm nodded and took off out of the jet as soon as the hatch opened.
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The werewolves had already been looking away from their prey when the jet landed. They were amused, and confused at the same time. As they watched the black and white clad mutants emerge from the hatch, the only thing on their minds was, 'More play things.'
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Storm descended on the werewovles, surrounding them with a funnel-like wind. She didn't want to further harm the already injured mutant, so she kept the winds mild and only crackled lightning around the werewolves in an attempt to intimidate them.
Cyclops turned to Jean, who had a terrified looking Jubilee by her side. There was a massive amount of blood on the ground, and he wasn't even sure the mutant they were rescuing was still alive. He was such a bloody mess, it was difficult to tell. "Jean, use your TK and bring the injured mutant out of harm's way so Storm and I can effectively take out the werewolves."
"I need to get them to release him first Scott, is there anything you can do?" Jean asked, preparing to move the mutant from the werewolves' grasp as soon as possible.
Jubilee felt useless and she hated it. All she could really do was stand beside Jean and watch. It was so terrible, all that blood, she wanted to look away but forced herself not to. She had to prove to the others she could handle something like this.
While Storm had the werewolves focused on her, Cyclops came in behind the one holding the injured mutant. With a quick flash of red, he blasted the beastial mutant, hoping it would drop it's victim.
The werewolf turned around angrily with a loud snarl and stared dangerously at Cyclops, looking like it was sizing up it's prey.
Jean looked at the exchange worriedly. She feared for the life of her teamate, and for the mutant that the werewolf still had a firm grasp on.
Suddenly, the werewolf looked down at the limp mutant in his hand, figuring it was dead and there was no point playing with it anymore. It's no fun if they can't scream...or fight back. He viciously tossed the mutant aside and charged toward Cyclops, it's two friends being occupied by Storm.
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Jubilee gasped, tugging at Jean's arm. "Jean!"
Jean reached out telekinetically, stopping the flung mutant in mid-air before he struck the ground. She gently floated the bloodied man towards herself and Jubilee, carefully setting him on the ground. Jean's breath caught in her throat. It was Him. This was the man she feared it to be...
Jubilee had to look away or she would've thrown up, so she didn't quite catch the exchange between this man and Jean.
Jean bent down and reached toward the man's face, wiping away some of the blood. His eyes opened wearily and he coughed violently, spitting up blood. "Oh Logan." She breathed out softly, eyes threatening to tear.
The man blinked at her, something clicking in his mind. He knew this woman, he had known her well. He winced slightly as she gently cradled his head in her lap. He looked into her eyes, confirming it was the woman he'd thought. Those bright emerald orbs belonged to one woman alone. "Jeannie?" He coughed out raggedly. "Long time...no...see." He seemed to smile a bit, then closed his eyes and fell into unconsciousness.
Jubilee turned back, but she hadn't heard anything, she was too busy trying not to throw up.
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Cyclops let loose a full force optic blast at the mutant charging at him. The werewolf staggered back slightly, but was still coming at him. With a quick thought, Cyclops pulled a tiny box from his belt and tossed it at the werewolf. It was Hank's special nets.
Upon hitting the mutant, the box seemed to explode, releasing a net of pure energy that surrounded the werewolf, making the huge beast fall to the ground, unable to move.
Cyclops sighed, wiping away the sweat that had formed on his brow. He looked to the sky where Storm had been using lightning to strike at the werewolves. "Storm! Use Hank's nets!" He called out to her.
Storm nodded, smirking down at the snarling beasts. "Enough of this." She pulled two tiny boxes from her belt, tossing them down at the mutants. They worked just like Cyclops' had, entraping the dangerous creatures.
Storm came down from the sky, landing beside Cyclops. She looked worried. "Where's the injured mutant?!"
Cyclops cast a glance over to the jet, where Jean was knelt beside the unconscious man, Jubilee pacing behind her. "I'm not sure if he's still alive." He said sadly.
Storm sighed, a hand on her friend's shoulder as they walked back to the jet. "We did our best Scott. If he does not make it, it's no one's fault."
Cyclops nodded, hands clenched by his sides. "I know Storm, but I still feel responcible."
"I know." Storm smiled at him sympathetically.
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Jean looked up at Cyclops and Storm as they came toward them. She had a hand on Logan's mangled chest. "He's still breathing, we need to get him back to the mansion NOW."
Cyclops and Storm quickly went to work, helping Jean get the stranger into the jet. Jubilee followed along slowly, glancing once at the horrible beasts that were now restrained.
A few minutes later, the jet took off, no one having any idea that Jean knew the man they'd taken in. She wanted to keep it that way, for now...although she knew very well that the others would soon find out.
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X-Men: Black and White
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As the jet began to descend through the trees where there was a clearing, Cyclops peered through the jet's windshield. Three large, bear-like figures were unmistakable, and they seemed to be tossing around another man like a rag doll. It had to have been the other mutant. As the Blackbird's engines began to wind down, Cyclops turned to Storm in the co-pilot's seat. She obviously saw what was going on below also. "Storm, take point. See if you can get a wind going that might distract the werewolves so we can move in."
Storm nodded and took off out of the jet as soon as the hatch opened.
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The werewolves had already been looking away from their prey when the jet landed. They were amused, and confused at the same time. As they watched the black and white clad mutants emerge from the hatch, the only thing on their minds was, 'More play things.'
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Storm descended on the werewovles, surrounding them with a funnel-like wind. She didn't want to further harm the already injured mutant, so she kept the winds mild and only crackled lightning around the werewolves in an attempt to intimidate them.
Cyclops turned to Jean, who had a terrified looking Jubilee by her side. There was a massive amount of blood on the ground, and he wasn't even sure the mutant they were rescuing was still alive. He was such a bloody mess, it was difficult to tell. "Jean, use your TK and bring the injured mutant out of harm's way so Storm and I can effectively take out the werewolves."
"I need to get them to release him first Scott, is there anything you can do?" Jean asked, preparing to move the mutant from the werewolves' grasp as soon as possible.
Jubilee felt useless and she hated it. All she could really do was stand beside Jean and watch. It was so terrible, all that blood, she wanted to look away but forced herself not to. She had to prove to the others she could handle something like this.
While Storm had the werewolves focused on her, Cyclops came in behind the one holding the injured mutant. With a quick flash of red, he blasted the beastial mutant, hoping it would drop it's victim.
The werewolf turned around angrily with a loud snarl and stared dangerously at Cyclops, looking like it was sizing up it's prey.
Jean looked at the exchange worriedly. She feared for the life of her teamate, and for the mutant that the werewolf still had a firm grasp on.
Suddenly, the werewolf looked down at the limp mutant in his hand, figuring it was dead and there was no point playing with it anymore. It's no fun if they can't scream...or fight back. He viciously tossed the mutant aside and charged toward Cyclops, it's two friends being occupied by Storm.
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Jubilee gasped, tugging at Jean's arm. "Jean!"
Jean reached out telekinetically, stopping the flung mutant in mid-air before he struck the ground. She gently floated the bloodied man towards herself and Jubilee, carefully setting him on the ground. Jean's breath caught in her throat. It was Him. This was the man she feared it to be...
Jubilee had to look away or she would've thrown up, so she didn't quite catch the exchange between this man and Jean.
Jean bent down and reached toward the man's face, wiping away some of the blood. His eyes opened wearily and he coughed violently, spitting up blood. "Oh Logan." She breathed out softly, eyes threatening to tear.
The man blinked at her, something clicking in his mind. He knew this woman, he had known her well. He winced slightly as she gently cradled his head in her lap. He looked into her eyes, confirming it was the woman he'd thought. Those bright emerald orbs belonged to one woman alone. "Jeannie?" He coughed out raggedly. "Long time...no...see." He seemed to smile a bit, then closed his eyes and fell into unconsciousness.
Jubilee turned back, but she hadn't heard anything, she was too busy trying not to throw up.
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Cyclops let loose a full force optic blast at the mutant charging at him. The werewolf staggered back slightly, but was still coming at him. With a quick thought, Cyclops pulled a tiny box from his belt and tossed it at the werewolf. It was Hank's special nets.
Upon hitting the mutant, the box seemed to explode, releasing a net of pure energy that surrounded the werewolf, making the huge beast fall to the ground, unable to move.
Cyclops sighed, wiping away the sweat that had formed on his brow. He looked to the sky where Storm had been using lightning to strike at the werewolves. "Storm! Use Hank's nets!" He called out to her.
Storm nodded, smirking down at the snarling beasts. "Enough of this." She pulled two tiny boxes from her belt, tossing them down at the mutants. They worked just like Cyclops' had, entraping the dangerous creatures.
Storm came down from the sky, landing beside Cyclops. She looked worried. "Where's the injured mutant?!"
Cyclops cast a glance over to the jet, where Jean was knelt beside the unconscious man, Jubilee pacing behind her. "I'm not sure if he's still alive." He said sadly.
Storm sighed, a hand on her friend's shoulder as they walked back to the jet. "We did our best Scott. If he does not make it, it's no one's fault."
Cyclops nodded, hands clenched by his sides. "I know Storm, but I still feel responcible."
"I know." Storm smiled at him sympathetically.
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Jean looked up at Cyclops and Storm as they came toward them. She had a hand on Logan's mangled chest. "He's still breathing, we need to get him back to the mansion NOW."
Cyclops and Storm quickly went to work, helping Jean get the stranger into the jet. Jubilee followed along slowly, glancing once at the horrible beasts that were now restrained.
A few minutes later, the jet took off, no one having any idea that Jean knew the man they'd taken in. She wanted to keep it that way, for now...although she knew very well that the others would soon find out.
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