"Oh shut up whore, I ain't here for you…" his head was tossed so locks of gold would not fuzz his sight any, the Sabre-Cat locking his deep crimson eyes on a female feline counter-part, "I've come to collect a better woman…"
The words he choose to speak were both alarming and utterly confusing, this being shown in the movements and actions of Oasis and Tora, Oasis asking bluntly 'What the hell does he mean by that shit?' and Tora plainly shrugging.
The beast lowered his ears to have easy access to zipping between wind strands and began his leap from the rooftop, to the rubble, and finally, pouncing perfectly on both feet, behind defensive Tora.
Her body morphed from the more tiger-like state to that of the human with triangular stripes, the energy needed to sustain the form vanishing, that, and the sudden grasp of her hands behind her back and her body pressed up to the front side of Sabre. She pressed the ebony ears sprouting from her head flat on her equally black hair… which didn't help her any as she would soon find out.
The huge hands of Creed just slipped softly up her slender wrists, strands of blond hair fell onto Tora's right shoulder side, his chin was next to rest upon her supple shoulder, a tan feline ear brushing on a black one, "Do that again… it's very sexy… but I'm sure you know that well…"
Silence flowed throughout the massive crowd, no answer the twisted situation presented to them by their minds, a new mutant came, proving the other three's innocence (as they had been shouting at them the entire time), and now he latches Tora to himself and ignorantly flirts with her… Oh how things seemed to change so swiftly at times.
"Oh this is bullshit, the 'mighty' Creed don't court… what the hell does Tora have that you want, you fuckin' bastard." Oasis had something to sputter, disbelieving any idea that such a heartless jackass like Creed actually grew a liking to any type of female.
"I swear to God, you better let go or I fuckin' rip head off," She snarled, squirmed, and she screamed, but nothing would loosen his tight hold on her wrists, and nothing took his body off of hers… she could tell that, with no trouble.
"So…" the crowd regroups, spreading more mutters and sudden outburst became common once more, "These three planned it, and used the fourth to take action!"
"Oh God damnit…" Oasis let words roll from her tongue in a tired sigh.
"Vhy don't you people listen to anything vee say?" stumbling legs took Kurt upwards, though, he also had to use the support of his arms to keep his body from falling to the broken concrete, "That… that asshole did everything! He has taken one of us three hostage… vhat more do you people vhant us to do to prove our innocence?"
Happy to see Kurt's tangle of fear and confusion beginning to straighten, Oasis dashes backwards to his side, her hand reached out to snatch a three-fingered one and pull it upward, "The Professor was right, you people just can't admit to when you're wrong…"
"Yes! I just love having this idiot titan hold me like prisoner!" Tora's sprit was not yet broken, and her body wriggled around wildly in Sabre's hold.
"Idiot titan?" As if the impossible hadn't already shown it's crazy face by now, his voice was soft, questioning her words as if offense was taken.
"Yes… let me go!" Tora kept at it, being held captive was something of a weak point for her, for she hated it above everything in life.
That was the secret to pissing him off, at least if it came from that particular tigress. His head instantly rose from her shoulder, followed by growls and glinting fangs.
While Tora struggled for her freedom and crushed an ego that of Creed, the normals inched inwards again, one slipping between the nameless people, a butcher, lucky enough for him to be within the right place at a good time. Blood from necks of ducks and chickens stained his pale apron, though somewhat old from the swirls of brown, and drew himself closer with a square blade normally used to chop heads of the poultry named.
"Hey, get the hell back with that damn thing!" Oasis still tried to confront the mindless normals the way Charles would want, but she was finding such people were difficult to compromise with when full of fright and uncertainty.
"Shut it, bitch!" the butcher threw his massive weight into tossing Oasis aside, the blade raised, sunbeams bouncing from the metal and ready to swipe at a pin-pointed location of Kurt's neck.
His golden eyes widened as the term 'think-fast' became very clear. Speared tail was first to phase into blue smog, the rest of him wasn't far behind, the smoke engulfing his body as quick as it has ever done, and his mind set on appearing near Tora and helping her out whatever he could. He seemed to make it, the blade slipping easily through thin smoke and air where his navy neck had once been.
Where was he? Did he appear on a rooftop? He was nowhere to be seen immediately after his disappearance trick… which was an interesting thing to happen. Worse yet was still to be seen by Tora, though Oasis noted it, "Oh shit, Kurt!"
Tora was motionless, the words 'Oh' and 'shit' used in the same sentence of discomfort always a sign of a horrid future.
Finally smog of cobalt spread in the air before her and Creed holding her wrists. Just as his solid skin began form in the smoke, a liquid splattered to the concrete bits, and just before Kurt fell to his knees and wrapped his hand around his gasping neck, Tora noted the fluid's bright, unmistakable color of red. He didn't transport in time? How? She saw his body morph into haze just has the knife-that knife!
The metallic blade was lined thinly with a streak of crimson, the butcher glaring at Kurt with slight content for what he did, as if the hand of God guided his horrid actions.
Tora could feel her heart sink into the dank pit of her stomach, her lime eyes having to witness the only humanoid creature to hold every bit of her trust, to watch the fluid keeping him alive drain from his neck and pour onto cold cement and metal support bars. He taught her English, he put up with her constant bitching, he was there when her rare tears would flow… and now he was hacking up droplets of his own blood and struggling to keep his body from collapsing on the rubble.
She was slipping, her body was slowly inching away from Sabre, his grip on her wrists becoming light. His eyes darted between Tora and Kurt, taking in the sadness lining Tora's eyes in a crystal-like water form. Normally, a man such as himself would have taken a very evil delight in seeing a woman cry, but to see a creature so much like himself, the only minor thing separating them was gender… and tears roll down her flawlessly stunning face.
He let her go freely, letting her fall to the rubble and crawl beside Kurt. She was quite hasty in her movements, her palm sealed over the slice deep in Kurt's thin neckline, her chin was shivering on his forehead, jerking up and down slightly as she would pause between her tears and breathing.
How could she just let the very thing who showed her not all people were heatless bastards slip through her fingers. She couldn't think of it that his smiling face would only be seen in her fading memories.
Why did they do this? Why Kurt? He wasn't even yelling at them… he hid from them, it was all to quick for him, so he tried to escape. Why couldn't the knife dig itself into the throat of Creed? He was the God damned one who started all this, his arrogance framing all of them in a painful mess, and now Kurt lay dying in her week arms. Tora let all this play and replay itself in her mind, every time all the fingers of blame pointing behind her to Creed and his stupidity… it was his fault the normal people blamed the innocent, it was his fault the future for mutants now had thick layers of storm clouds gathering above, and it was his damned fault the only person she would trust her life into was drowning in his own blood.
Her tears drying and her breath slowing, the hand not covering Kurt's gaping wound wiped the dampness from her face some, leaving behind a horizontal smear of blood and small blue fur strands. She was so very hesitant to take her eyes off Kurt, even for just a moment to protect her own well-being, but a different sense was raging within her like fire on gasoline. The ashen locks upon her head smoothly fell over her backside as her head began to turn in Creed's direction, however, her eyes were still deeply fixed on Kurt-his neck especially, "This your fault… I bet you are glad to see others suffer."
"I'm not the one with the knife!" His retort just barely passed by as deep and harsh, he knew damn well it was all his fault for making such a disaster, but it would be a frosty day in the seventh layer of hell before his denials stopped.
"This is your fault! All of it! You started it, if you were not here to be God damned big-shot and break the building, life would have gone on in peace and the only thing I ever loved and trusted would still be alive, you bastard!" Tora had no problem glaring her flaring green eyes at him now, her fangs were bared and her voice was a notch below a roar. Squinted eyes were met with a snarling face, the blood glinting on her skin as she would speak.
Everything completely stopped. No breathing, no speaking, no wind, no sound, no movement… nothing happened. She was right, after all, for if he hadn't stepped in on their glorious day, all three would have went home pleased, no one would have persecuted them, and all would have come back alive.
It was odd… she had such a hard effect on him… Oasis could only watch this in awe as Creed would bark at Tora, and she would only snap back with a greater force… and for once, he would step back from the approaching fight. She had never seen him put his pride aside for anything other than himself, yet here before her now he was, actually looking upset had what he had just done. Oasis didn't believe in miracles, but something deep had happened here… that she defiantly couldn't look over.
At last the dead silence was shattered. The wind-whipping of helicopter blades pierced the ears of the many people below it, the breeze kicking dust into their faces. When everyone else held an arm over their eyes, Tora simply lowered her head from the wind, having both her hands curling over Kurt's soiled neck-not wanting anything to infect it. Strands of her hair whipped in many directions, her tail curled into the curves of Kurt's leg.
Thick fingers looped around her crimson-tined arm, almost slipping from the liquid but regaining it's tight grip, now tugging her upwards. She tried to struggle free, not wanting to move her hands off of his throat and have sand grains etch their way in his body tissues, and jerked her head up quickly, hoping her lengthy hair wouldn't blow too wildly in her eyes.
Apart from the aircraft and the rope ladder dangling from it, her rescuer was blocking the sunlight, one hand grasping her arm and the other on Kurt's. His face was hidden in shadow and streams of energy in light form passed.
"Tora, c'mon… I've got Kurt…"
The image of his face wasn't needed now, that voice was all she desired for information. By why wasn't he ripping Creed into shreds…?
With a toss of her head, Tora darted her eyes in the small area where Sabre once stood and held her unwillingly. Nothing, no sign of him, or that his presence even occupied the area. He left… of course…
Looking back to the shadowed rescuer, her eyes become blurred again with salt water, she couldn't help but weep once more as the curtain of rage departed when Creed did, "Logan, please! He's dying!"
"I'm aware…" though his rudeness would normally anger her beyond all points, her attention was solely centered on Kurt's close death, so she tossed the remark over her shoulder and cautiously lifted herself, and Kurt, one hand on his neck, the other beneath his arm and supporting his body.
Wobbling while walking from the angle of Kurt's limp body, Tora found it difficult to simply make it to the ladder and didn't know how Logan would expect her to climb it and keep more blood from spilling.
The matter of getting up was soon to receive a response, her slender waist taken hostage by a strong arm pulling upwards. Tora held on to Kurt with all the might she had left, his face already pale she dreaded the idea of him falling, but couldn't help but to fight the great urge to writhe uncontrollably in the grip of Logan's arm.
She liked it, as much as her mind would deny, and how uncalled for it was at the moment, but she couldn't run around the truth.
To be concluded…