Feral Bonds CH3
Disclaimer is the same as chapter 1. blah blah blah
Somewhere in the Rocky Mountains
A deer grazes peacefully in a mountain meadow covered with fresh wildflowers and cut into by a bubbling stream. Glancing around to check for predators, the deer finds nothing. It continues on with its feeding, content that it is in no danger and thus continues the cycle of life.
Some people would find this scene idyllic, others would find it just peaceful, and others find it with an illegally modified SR-71 Blackbird.
The X-jet slowly lowered itself down into the clearing. As it settles down, a ramp extends from the bottom and touches the ground, spilling voices from the interior.
Scott starts walking down the ramp rubbing the back of his head. "Hey, I said I was sorry."
Kitty stalks after him, smacking him in the back of the head again just for good measure. "Right Scott. You like scared the crap out of Bambi there."
The only sound heard is a chorus of snickers.
Evan unwisely decided to interject his own comment. "Yea Scott, who knows, you might have given Bambi a heart attack." The snickering grows louder than ever.
Kitty turned her gaze back to the thorny mutant, eyes blazing. "I'm totally sure that we should have like a little respect here. This isn't our home, it's theirs."
Scott, deciding that he was finished with being berated for a simple mistake, took charge of the team. "Ok, this is a mission people. Let's get some people out on recon. Storm, you try to get us an aerial view. Rogue, Spyke, you two follow that stream. Kurt, you and Kitty check along the cliff we saw on the way in, they could have fallen. Jean, you are with me. Wolverine, you..." He trailed off as he saw Logan disappear into the underbrush.
Jean just gave him a pat on the shoulder as the rest of the team headed off in their assigned directions.
Storm wove the winds around herself as she glided across the valley. Reveling in the purity of the area, she scanned the ground for any traces of a hiker. As she crested the top of a hill, she drew to a stop. There was a road. She tapped her communicator. "Cyclops, I've found a road that wasn't on the map."
A "Where Storm?" came buzzing out of the device.
"Two miles north of where we landed. It looks recently used."
"Ok. See if you can find any vehicles. Everyone else, meet at Storm's location."
30 minutes later
Evan came stumbling onto the road from the thick layer of underbrush. "They really need to pave this place."
The rest of the assembled team just stared at him for a moment then Scott continued on with the briefing. "From what we have been able to determine, multiple jeeps came up this road is the past few days."
Rogue spoke up while fighting a smirk. "Yea, and it's a road, cars go on roads, are we really surprised at this?"
Scott glared at her before continuing. "Yes, on a road that is supposed to exist we do expect it. But this road isn't on any maps we have found."
Logan suddenly started sniffing the air around them. His brows shot down and he started growling.
Storm put a hand on his shoulder. "What is it Wolverine?"
Logan started heading up the road. "Stay here. I smell oil."
Rogue rolled her eyes again. "Cars use oil Logan." She flinched when Logan caught her in his stare. "Yea Stripes, but not gun oil, and not that much." He suddenly sprung into the forest and vanished.
Scott started to follow when Jean stopped him. "He said wait here Cyclops. I don't like the sound of him finding gun oil."
In the forest
Logan slid through the forest, making no more sound than the wind in the trees. Stopping to sniff, he heads unerringly towards a smell he knows all too well. Jumping over a stream, he gently parts a bush.and starts growling.
From his vantage point, he sees a utilitarian concrete compound surrounded by a security perimeter laced with razor wire and guards. Taking note of their movements, he notices a humvee with a USMC stamped on the side in white paint.
All at once, it clicks in his mind.
Images of his time as an experiment flash through his mind. He shudders and backs away through the underbrush.
Scott is back at the road fuming. -Wolverine should start listening to orders, I am the team leader.-- Jean chuckles as she overhears the morose thought. "It's ok Scott, he does what he does best."
Scott starts to retort but is interrupted by the hiss of the communicator. "One-Eye, we have a problem.
Scott, wrapping his voice in authority. "What is it Wolverine?"
A crackle from the device. "It's a base."
Silence slams down on the group. Scott swallows and continues. "What kind of base Wolverine?"
"What do you think Scooter? United States Marine Corp base. You know, the secret kind." Logan sarcastically responds.
Scott frowns. "Jean, see if you can contact the mutant, it might work now that we are closer."
Jean places her fingers on her temples and concentrates.
Her mind ranges out into the world. Flying through a storm of memories and thoughts, she homes in on the mutant. Gingerly touching it's mind, she reels back in horror at what she sees. She pans around the cage, seeing the drying waste and filthy rags strewn across the bottom of the cage. She can see out of the corner of -his, it's a he-eyes two soldiers seated at a table playing cards. Unable to connect to his hearing, she tries to speak to him. --I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Jean, what's happening.-- All she got back was a wordless grunt and she felt his mind pushing at hers, attempting to force her out. She sees the scene wildly whip around as the mutant starts thrashing around in the cage. For just an instant, she sees a person in a white lab coat run into the room and say something to the now laughing marines. The marines picked up two rifles and fired at the mutant.
Jean is slammed back into her own body as a bloodcurdling scream tears itself out of her throat and she collapses to the ground.
Scott quickly kneels down and supports her head. "Jean! What the hell just happened?"
Jean gulps air as she starts shivering. Tears work their way down her cheeks leaving wet trails in their wake. She opens her eyes and stares into Scott's eyes before croaking out, "They're torturing him."
The rest of the team gasps and Kitty swallows thickly before breaking the silence. "Like what do you mean, torture? Are you sure? People don't really do that do they?" Her eyes had taken on a disbelieving look. The others nodded like they were agreeing with her.
Jean rolled onto her knees and spit out a glob of blood from where she bit her tongue. "They have him in a cage Kitty, they SHOT him, and they were laughing when they did it." Even Scott hissed a breath when he heard this.
The Professors mental voice boomed in their heads. -X-men, with this new information, it's imperative that we rescue this mutant before the base personnel kill him."
Scott helps Jean to her feet and turns towards the others. "You heard the professor, let's go."
Disclaimer is the same as chapter 1. blah blah blah
Somewhere in the Rocky Mountains
A deer grazes peacefully in a mountain meadow covered with fresh wildflowers and cut into by a bubbling stream. Glancing around to check for predators, the deer finds nothing. It continues on with its feeding, content that it is in no danger and thus continues the cycle of life.
Some people would find this scene idyllic, others would find it just peaceful, and others find it with an illegally modified SR-71 Blackbird.
The X-jet slowly lowered itself down into the clearing. As it settles down, a ramp extends from the bottom and touches the ground, spilling voices from the interior.
Scott starts walking down the ramp rubbing the back of his head. "Hey, I said I was sorry."
Kitty stalks after him, smacking him in the back of the head again just for good measure. "Right Scott. You like scared the crap out of Bambi there."
The only sound heard is a chorus of snickers.
Evan unwisely decided to interject his own comment. "Yea Scott, who knows, you might have given Bambi a heart attack." The snickering grows louder than ever.
Kitty turned her gaze back to the thorny mutant, eyes blazing. "I'm totally sure that we should have like a little respect here. This isn't our home, it's theirs."
Scott, deciding that he was finished with being berated for a simple mistake, took charge of the team. "Ok, this is a mission people. Let's get some people out on recon. Storm, you try to get us an aerial view. Rogue, Spyke, you two follow that stream. Kurt, you and Kitty check along the cliff we saw on the way in, they could have fallen. Jean, you are with me. Wolverine, you..." He trailed off as he saw Logan disappear into the underbrush.
Jean just gave him a pat on the shoulder as the rest of the team headed off in their assigned directions.
Storm wove the winds around herself as she glided across the valley. Reveling in the purity of the area, she scanned the ground for any traces of a hiker. As she crested the top of a hill, she drew to a stop. There was a road. She tapped her communicator. "Cyclops, I've found a road that wasn't on the map."
A "Where Storm?" came buzzing out of the device.
"Two miles north of where we landed. It looks recently used."
"Ok. See if you can find any vehicles. Everyone else, meet at Storm's location."
30 minutes later
Evan came stumbling onto the road from the thick layer of underbrush. "They really need to pave this place."
The rest of the assembled team just stared at him for a moment then Scott continued on with the briefing. "From what we have been able to determine, multiple jeeps came up this road is the past few days."
Rogue spoke up while fighting a smirk. "Yea, and it's a road, cars go on roads, are we really surprised at this?"
Scott glared at her before continuing. "Yes, on a road that is supposed to exist we do expect it. But this road isn't on any maps we have found."
Logan suddenly started sniffing the air around them. His brows shot down and he started growling.
Storm put a hand on his shoulder. "What is it Wolverine?"
Logan started heading up the road. "Stay here. I smell oil."
Rogue rolled her eyes again. "Cars use oil Logan." She flinched when Logan caught her in his stare. "Yea Stripes, but not gun oil, and not that much." He suddenly sprung into the forest and vanished.
Scott started to follow when Jean stopped him. "He said wait here Cyclops. I don't like the sound of him finding gun oil."
In the forest
Logan slid through the forest, making no more sound than the wind in the trees. Stopping to sniff, he heads unerringly towards a smell he knows all too well. Jumping over a stream, he gently parts a bush.and starts growling.
From his vantage point, he sees a utilitarian concrete compound surrounded by a security perimeter laced with razor wire and guards. Taking note of their movements, he notices a humvee with a USMC stamped on the side in white paint.
All at once, it clicks in his mind.
Images of his time as an experiment flash through his mind. He shudders and backs away through the underbrush.
Scott is back at the road fuming. -Wolverine should start listening to orders, I am the team leader.-- Jean chuckles as she overhears the morose thought. "It's ok Scott, he does what he does best."
Scott starts to retort but is interrupted by the hiss of the communicator. "One-Eye, we have a problem.
Scott, wrapping his voice in authority. "What is it Wolverine?"
A crackle from the device. "It's a base."
Silence slams down on the group. Scott swallows and continues. "What kind of base Wolverine?"
"What do you think Scooter? United States Marine Corp base. You know, the secret kind." Logan sarcastically responds.
Scott frowns. "Jean, see if you can contact the mutant, it might work now that we are closer."
Jean places her fingers on her temples and concentrates.
Her mind ranges out into the world. Flying through a storm of memories and thoughts, she homes in on the mutant. Gingerly touching it's mind, she reels back in horror at what she sees. She pans around the cage, seeing the drying waste and filthy rags strewn across the bottom of the cage. She can see out of the corner of -his, it's a he-eyes two soldiers seated at a table playing cards. Unable to connect to his hearing, she tries to speak to him. --I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Jean, what's happening.-- All she got back was a wordless grunt and she felt his mind pushing at hers, attempting to force her out. She sees the scene wildly whip around as the mutant starts thrashing around in the cage. For just an instant, she sees a person in a white lab coat run into the room and say something to the now laughing marines. The marines picked up two rifles and fired at the mutant.
Jean is slammed back into her own body as a bloodcurdling scream tears itself out of her throat and she collapses to the ground.
Scott quickly kneels down and supports her head. "Jean! What the hell just happened?"
Jean gulps air as she starts shivering. Tears work their way down her cheeks leaving wet trails in their wake. She opens her eyes and stares into Scott's eyes before croaking out, "They're torturing him."
The rest of the team gasps and Kitty swallows thickly before breaking the silence. "Like what do you mean, torture? Are you sure? People don't really do that do they?" Her eyes had taken on a disbelieving look. The others nodded like they were agreeing with her.
Jean rolled onto her knees and spit out a glob of blood from where she bit her tongue. "They have him in a cage Kitty, they SHOT him, and they were laughing when they did it." Even Scott hissed a breath when he heard this.
The Professors mental voice boomed in their heads. -X-men, with this new information, it's imperative that we rescue this mutant before the base personnel kill him."
Scott helps Jean to her feet and turns towards the others. "You heard the professor, let's go."