"WHAT!?!?" the cry was synchronized between Remy, Kurt and Strobe. To
be said, Kurt's had the hint of a 'v' where the 'w' was, Strobe's was
higher pitched and Remy slammed his hand on the table when he said it, but
it stilled conveyed the same feeling: not on their mortal lives.
"I'm sorry, but you can't put yourselves in danger like this. It's a trap and you know it." Xavier was trying to keep his students safe. Sometimes sacrifices must be made for the sake of the team.
"No way we're leavin' her like dis!" Remy was in a violent state. Long ago, since SheCat had confided in him all her secrets, he had sworn to protect the girl who trusted him so.
Paige, in contrast, was calm, but only in exterior. Mentally she was plotting all the ways to steal a jet, hotwire a car or swipe a helicopter. Anything to save her friend. Strobe was livid, as was Julie. Shadowcat and Rogue were stunned. Kurt was as mad as anyone there had seen him.
"We're a team! We can't leave her to die at the hands of some psycho lady!" Strobe was remembering the times with SheCat, hitchhiking place to place. The times she let Strobe have the most food, gave her the solitary blanket they had. Strobe was bound to SheCat with devotion.
"My Children, you must realize that you're putting yourselves in incredible danger. I won't let you do this." Xavier was against letting his students walk into certain death.
"Screw you, Professor." And then Strobe walked out. Without a backwards glance, the rest of Team K followed.
Meanwhile, SheCat was in a cage. The surrounding were filthy, the cage was grimy, and it was small enough to give her a crick in her neck. The bars were vertical, and SheCat felt like someone had beat her head in with a sledgehammer. No matter. SheCat had learned long ago to deal with pain. Pain was nothing. It was non-existent.
She couldn't sense the sharp objects anymore. She figured she was under the influence of some drug that disabled her abilities. From her vantage point, which was minimal due to the fact that she couldn't turn her head, she was in a cement chamber of average size. There was a vent in the ceiling that let some air through, but it was humid air, and she figured she would get enough toxic gases in her to knock out an elephant if she tried to breath from it. To the left was a door; presently it opened.
Yuriko waltzed in with the manner of someone who, as Gambit would say, "held all de cards".
"Wow. Black leather. Real original." SheCat was definitely not in her best mood, and being sarcastic was her only outlet for her rage.
"I trust you're comfortable." Yuriko saw SheCat's face, saw that, though cold and calculated, untold amounts of rage simmered just behind her eyes. A true-born fighter. Such a pity she would have to die.
"Not exactly. Would you mind telling me what the heck this is about?" She adjusted her arm to give her shoulder a break. The cage was extremely uncomfortable.
"You're in no position to ask questions." Yuriko crouched in from of the cage, stared into those green-gold eyes. To be honest, even with all her martial skill, she would not want to face this person in battle.
"Since it's obvious you want to kill me anyway, I guess I can fire away anyway."
"What does everyone want to do? Why is kidnap so strange to you?" Yuriko stared with equal intensity back.
"Short of taking over the world? Kill the X-Men." SheCat's nature belied her true fears: they would come to help her and be killed trying.
"Then you know my plan."
SheCat spit in her face. Yuriko extended her claws like lightning and slid them under SheCat's throat.
"Do you have a death wish?!" Her tone became serious. The claws forced SheCat's head back as far as it could go n the constraints of the cage.
"Why do I care? No one else will." Yuriko sheathed her claws and SheCat's head fell back to a natural position. Yuriko stood up, glared at the figure in the cage and sneered.
"They'll come for you, and they'll pay for it with their lives!" Then she strode out. SheCat lay in her cage and shivered. She understood now, the purpose of the pendant. It was a lure, like the fax. It had all been a trap. She couldn't let her friends risk their lives for her.
Noting that her sword had been left in the corner, she began to examine the workings of the cage lock.
"Don't anybody know how to fly a jet?!" A slight miscalculation in their plans. Nobody there could get a jet off the ground. Team K had assembled, stole into the jet, but now they were lost. Rogue was screeching at the top of her lungs, which wasn't helping anybody, while Remy and Kurt together attempted to find the way to get it off the ground. Strobe was checking the batteries for a fourth time, and the others were arguing about the whole thing.
"Perhaps zis button can get us moving..." Kurt tried a button. The air conditioner turned on.
"Where's Cyclops when you need him? I swear the manual for this piece of junk must be like a telephone book." Julie attempted to press another and a cigarette lighter popped out.
"We could just take a car..." Paige looked on hopelessly.
"DAT AINT GOOD ENOUGH!" Gambit slammed his bo-staff against the control panel in his insane fervor. Sparks splashed around like water, but a voice popped up saying "Auto-pilot set up. Destination?"
Kurt fervently answered. Gambit grinned. Rogue grabbed his wrist and forced him into a seat, then took her own. The others followed suit.
Paige started changing skins into steel. Gambit spasmodically charged cards in his trenchcoat pocket. Strobe flicked a nervous spark in her fingers. Kurt's tail twitched and lashed around. They were off.
"I'm sorry, but you can't put yourselves in danger like this. It's a trap and you know it." Xavier was trying to keep his students safe. Sometimes sacrifices must be made for the sake of the team.
"No way we're leavin' her like dis!" Remy was in a violent state. Long ago, since SheCat had confided in him all her secrets, he had sworn to protect the girl who trusted him so.
Paige, in contrast, was calm, but only in exterior. Mentally she was plotting all the ways to steal a jet, hotwire a car or swipe a helicopter. Anything to save her friend. Strobe was livid, as was Julie. Shadowcat and Rogue were stunned. Kurt was as mad as anyone there had seen him.
"We're a team! We can't leave her to die at the hands of some psycho lady!" Strobe was remembering the times with SheCat, hitchhiking place to place. The times she let Strobe have the most food, gave her the solitary blanket they had. Strobe was bound to SheCat with devotion.
"My Children, you must realize that you're putting yourselves in incredible danger. I won't let you do this." Xavier was against letting his students walk into certain death.
"Screw you, Professor." And then Strobe walked out. Without a backwards glance, the rest of Team K followed.
Meanwhile, SheCat was in a cage. The surrounding were filthy, the cage was grimy, and it was small enough to give her a crick in her neck. The bars were vertical, and SheCat felt like someone had beat her head in with a sledgehammer. No matter. SheCat had learned long ago to deal with pain. Pain was nothing. It was non-existent.
She couldn't sense the sharp objects anymore. She figured she was under the influence of some drug that disabled her abilities. From her vantage point, which was minimal due to the fact that she couldn't turn her head, she was in a cement chamber of average size. There was a vent in the ceiling that let some air through, but it was humid air, and she figured she would get enough toxic gases in her to knock out an elephant if she tried to breath from it. To the left was a door; presently it opened.
Yuriko waltzed in with the manner of someone who, as Gambit would say, "held all de cards".
"Wow. Black leather. Real original." SheCat was definitely not in her best mood, and being sarcastic was her only outlet for her rage.
"I trust you're comfortable." Yuriko saw SheCat's face, saw that, though cold and calculated, untold amounts of rage simmered just behind her eyes. A true-born fighter. Such a pity she would have to die.
"Not exactly. Would you mind telling me what the heck this is about?" She adjusted her arm to give her shoulder a break. The cage was extremely uncomfortable.
"You're in no position to ask questions." Yuriko crouched in from of the cage, stared into those green-gold eyes. To be honest, even with all her martial skill, she would not want to face this person in battle.
"Since it's obvious you want to kill me anyway, I guess I can fire away anyway."
"What does everyone want to do? Why is kidnap so strange to you?" Yuriko stared with equal intensity back.
"Short of taking over the world? Kill the X-Men." SheCat's nature belied her true fears: they would come to help her and be killed trying.
"Then you know my plan."
SheCat spit in her face. Yuriko extended her claws like lightning and slid them under SheCat's throat.
"Do you have a death wish?!" Her tone became serious. The claws forced SheCat's head back as far as it could go n the constraints of the cage.
"Why do I care? No one else will." Yuriko sheathed her claws and SheCat's head fell back to a natural position. Yuriko stood up, glared at the figure in the cage and sneered.
"They'll come for you, and they'll pay for it with their lives!" Then she strode out. SheCat lay in her cage and shivered. She understood now, the purpose of the pendant. It was a lure, like the fax. It had all been a trap. She couldn't let her friends risk their lives for her.
Noting that her sword had been left in the corner, she began to examine the workings of the cage lock.
"Don't anybody know how to fly a jet?!" A slight miscalculation in their plans. Nobody there could get a jet off the ground. Team K had assembled, stole into the jet, but now they were lost. Rogue was screeching at the top of her lungs, which wasn't helping anybody, while Remy and Kurt together attempted to find the way to get it off the ground. Strobe was checking the batteries for a fourth time, and the others were arguing about the whole thing.
"Perhaps zis button can get us moving..." Kurt tried a button. The air conditioner turned on.
"Where's Cyclops when you need him? I swear the manual for this piece of junk must be like a telephone book." Julie attempted to press another and a cigarette lighter popped out.
"We could just take a car..." Paige looked on hopelessly.
"DAT AINT GOOD ENOUGH!" Gambit slammed his bo-staff against the control panel in his insane fervor. Sparks splashed around like water, but a voice popped up saying "Auto-pilot set up. Destination?"
Kurt fervently answered. Gambit grinned. Rogue grabbed his wrist and forced him into a seat, then took her own. The others followed suit.
Paige started changing skins into steel. Gambit spasmodically charged cards in his trenchcoat pocket. Strobe flicked a nervous spark in her fingers. Kurt's tail twitched and lashed around. They were off.