CHAPTER SEVEN: THE RESCUE
Nightcrawler teleported into a nitch in the wall, out of sight of the hundreds of people milling about. The vaulted ceiling was painted like a cathedral, but he paid no attention to it. Once, it would have made him stop and gasp in happiness, but now all he could see were the pathetic humans, so ignorant of his presence. So helpless, so weak. Over across the giant foyer of Grand Central Station was a large mass of people, holding up signs and shouting. A few news cameras were trained on them, and Kurt could barely hear the anchorwoman saying something about 'mutant protest'.
He grinned wickedly as he heard those words. Humans who didn't like mutants. What a chance to cause some panic and fear. His teeth were clenched as he teleported closer to the group, still unseen by the crowd.
An older man in a red shirt was standing on a wooden box, shouting and waving a hand-made sign that read 'Save our species ~ Mutant registration act!' Kurt shook his head slowly in mock sorrow. Foolish man, drawing so much attention to himself. The newslady stood in front of the camera's light, motioning to the man and explaining the positive aspects of the mutant registration act. Kurt disapeared with a soft 'bamf', reapearing directly in front of the man on the box. The man froze with shock, eye to eye with a demon. The rest of the protesters stopped suddenly, as did the anchorwoman. Kurt sneered for a split second, before l
lunging at the man's throat. Chaos erupted as people began to run as far away from the attack scene as possible. Kurt began to teleport out-of-control, appearing in front of one panicked person, grabbing them, and throwing them backwards before disapearing again. It was a seething mass of bodies, people were being trampled in the confusion. The police had been called minutes before, and were now trying to push their way into the building through the wave of people. Screams reverberated off the walls, some yelling for their loved ones, others trying to find out what was happening. Kurt teleported from the ceiling to the floor, knocking people aside, kicking their legs out from under them, his razor tail lashing arms and faces.
All of a sudden he stopped in mid-throw, holding a terrified flailing man three feet off the floor. His hands released their tight grip on his coat, and the man fell to the floor with a 'thud'. Kurt shivered involuntarily, sinking to his knees. The man he'd dropped held one hand to his bleeding forehead while crawling away as fast as he could manage. Kurt's eyes began to morph, a gold color bleeding from his pupils and covering over the red. He gasped, but air wasn't filling into his lungs. His face began to burn, and he could feel every muscle in his body go limp as he fell face-down on the cold marble floor.
By now, the police were almost through the rush of people, and they quickly surounded the fallen mutant. Kurt couldn't concentrate, all he could hear were shouts and sobs and screaming all around him, swirling figures grabbing at him...
One of the officers kicked him in the ribs, causing him to give a weak shout of pain. The officers drew out their batons and began to pummel his body mercilessly. Kurt weakly wrapped his three-fingered hands over his face, tears of pain squeezing out of his tightly shut eyes. The officers were relentless, twelve of them all around, beating him across the shoulders and back, asumming he would jump up and attack again.
"Es tut mir leid..." he tried to gasp out. He had no idea where he was, he didn't know what was happening, all he felt was pain. One of the officers grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and put a knee onto his back to hold him down. A pair of handcuffs were clamped around his wrists, tight enough to cut off the circulation. The officer grimaced as he saw Kurt's mutated hands, and rolled him over harshly onto his back. Kurt's vision swam as he tried to get breath, there was pressure building in his chest, and shooting pain everywhere. The officer took a step back when he saw Kurt's face.
"What the hell...?" Without warning, all of the windows high around the room exploded with a clap of thunder. A dust storm of fericous fury erupted out of nothing, whipping papers and dust into the eyes of the officers. The room got freezing cold, as Ororo floated through one of the smashed windows, her hair flying wildly, her eyes pure white and fury-filled. Hail rocketed down, the size of golf balls, pummeling the cops. Storm floated over towards Kurt, before her feet touched the ground lightly as a feather. Her eyes cleared, and she kneeled down next to his fallen form.
"Oh Kurt...my god, what happened?" He turned to her weakly, blood trickling out of his mouth, his face begining to bruise. She placed a white-gloved hand on his forehead gingerly. His eyes closed at her touch, and his head fell back gently into her lap. The cops had fled to saftey, but were slowly inching towards the two mutants on the floor. Ororo couldn't stop the tears from escaping her eyes as she stroked his head comfortingly. One of the officers drew his gun cautiously.
"Ma'am...back away from the mutant and put your hands where we can see them.." he said slowly. Ororo paid them no mind, her eyes never leaving Kurt's face.
"Ma'am...if you don't comply, we'll have to use force. Please just come quietly, and we won't have to hurt you..." Storm's head snapped up as if she'd been slapped. She stood up in one fluid motion, causing the officers to stop in their tracks. Her eyes were white as she glared at them angrily.
"You won't have to hurt me? Like you didn't have to hurt him?" she guestured to Kurt's motionless form, striding foward.
The cop cocked his handgun, stepping backwards. "We don't want any trouble. That mutant just tried to kill everyone in this station."
Ororo laughed harshly. "He was laying on the ground when you got here. I don't see that as very threatening." The officer glanced at his partners.
"Call in back up..." he said quietly, his gun still pointed at Ororo's chest. She narrowed her eyes, and a gust of wind arose in the empty station. It grew in intensity, untill all of the cops were shielding their eyes. They slid backwards, untill they were blown out onto the street, falling backwards down the stairs. The double doors flew shut and bolted.
Ororo turned and ran back over to Kurt, who hadn't moved. Fearing the worst, she placed two fingers on his neck to search for a pulse. She almost cried with joy when she found it, faint and weak, but there. She reached out and picked up his hand, squeezing it tightly.
"Hold on, Logan's comming with the jet. We'll get you home, where you'll be safe. Kurt, you've got to hold on...I need you..."
She placed her forehead onto his chest and finally let the tears come, flowing freely down her cheeks onto his torn coat. She didn't know how they'd ever find the scientist in time, it all seemed so hopeless. But she refused to lose hope. She straightened up. No, Kurt wouldn't lose hope. Neither could she. If there was any way to save him, then she'd fight through hell to get it. She placed his head in her lap, and strained to hear the faint sound of a jet engine approaching.
~*~*~*~*~* Interesting, that didn't come out exactly like I'd planned, but I'm rather pleased. Again, he said 'I'm sorry' in German. PLEASE review, it will make me the happiest person in the WORLD! Or at least really really happy.Reviews=faster updates! I love you all! ^_^ Sorry this one was a bit shorter...
Nightcrawler teleported into a nitch in the wall, out of sight of the hundreds of people milling about. The vaulted ceiling was painted like a cathedral, but he paid no attention to it. Once, it would have made him stop and gasp in happiness, but now all he could see were the pathetic humans, so ignorant of his presence. So helpless, so weak. Over across the giant foyer of Grand Central Station was a large mass of people, holding up signs and shouting. A few news cameras were trained on them, and Kurt could barely hear the anchorwoman saying something about 'mutant protest'.
He grinned wickedly as he heard those words. Humans who didn't like mutants. What a chance to cause some panic and fear. His teeth were clenched as he teleported closer to the group, still unseen by the crowd.
An older man in a red shirt was standing on a wooden box, shouting and waving a hand-made sign that read 'Save our species ~ Mutant registration act!' Kurt shook his head slowly in mock sorrow. Foolish man, drawing so much attention to himself. The newslady stood in front of the camera's light, motioning to the man and explaining the positive aspects of the mutant registration act. Kurt disapeared with a soft 'bamf', reapearing directly in front of the man on the box. The man froze with shock, eye to eye with a demon. The rest of the protesters stopped suddenly, as did the anchorwoman. Kurt sneered for a split second, before l
lunging at the man's throat. Chaos erupted as people began to run as far away from the attack scene as possible. Kurt began to teleport out-of-control, appearing in front of one panicked person, grabbing them, and throwing them backwards before disapearing again. It was a seething mass of bodies, people were being trampled in the confusion. The police had been called minutes before, and were now trying to push their way into the building through the wave of people. Screams reverberated off the walls, some yelling for their loved ones, others trying to find out what was happening. Kurt teleported from the ceiling to the floor, knocking people aside, kicking their legs out from under them, his razor tail lashing arms and faces.
All of a sudden he stopped in mid-throw, holding a terrified flailing man three feet off the floor. His hands released their tight grip on his coat, and the man fell to the floor with a 'thud'. Kurt shivered involuntarily, sinking to his knees. The man he'd dropped held one hand to his bleeding forehead while crawling away as fast as he could manage. Kurt's eyes began to morph, a gold color bleeding from his pupils and covering over the red. He gasped, but air wasn't filling into his lungs. His face began to burn, and he could feel every muscle in his body go limp as he fell face-down on the cold marble floor.
By now, the police were almost through the rush of people, and they quickly surounded the fallen mutant. Kurt couldn't concentrate, all he could hear were shouts and sobs and screaming all around him, swirling figures grabbing at him...
One of the officers kicked him in the ribs, causing him to give a weak shout of pain. The officers drew out their batons and began to pummel his body mercilessly. Kurt weakly wrapped his three-fingered hands over his face, tears of pain squeezing out of his tightly shut eyes. The officers were relentless, twelve of them all around, beating him across the shoulders and back, asumming he would jump up and attack again.
"Es tut mir leid..." he tried to gasp out. He had no idea where he was, he didn't know what was happening, all he felt was pain. One of the officers grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and put a knee onto his back to hold him down. A pair of handcuffs were clamped around his wrists, tight enough to cut off the circulation. The officer grimaced as he saw Kurt's mutated hands, and rolled him over harshly onto his back. Kurt's vision swam as he tried to get breath, there was pressure building in his chest, and shooting pain everywhere. The officer took a step back when he saw Kurt's face.
"What the hell...?" Without warning, all of the windows high around the room exploded with a clap of thunder. A dust storm of fericous fury erupted out of nothing, whipping papers and dust into the eyes of the officers. The room got freezing cold, as Ororo floated through one of the smashed windows, her hair flying wildly, her eyes pure white and fury-filled. Hail rocketed down, the size of golf balls, pummeling the cops. Storm floated over towards Kurt, before her feet touched the ground lightly as a feather. Her eyes cleared, and she kneeled down next to his fallen form.
"Oh Kurt...my god, what happened?" He turned to her weakly, blood trickling out of his mouth, his face begining to bruise. She placed a white-gloved hand on his forehead gingerly. His eyes closed at her touch, and his head fell back gently into her lap. The cops had fled to saftey, but were slowly inching towards the two mutants on the floor. Ororo couldn't stop the tears from escaping her eyes as she stroked his head comfortingly. One of the officers drew his gun cautiously.
"Ma'am...back away from the mutant and put your hands where we can see them.." he said slowly. Ororo paid them no mind, her eyes never leaving Kurt's face.
"Ma'am...if you don't comply, we'll have to use force. Please just come quietly, and we won't have to hurt you..." Storm's head snapped up as if she'd been slapped. She stood up in one fluid motion, causing the officers to stop in their tracks. Her eyes were white as she glared at them angrily.
"You won't have to hurt me? Like you didn't have to hurt him?" she guestured to Kurt's motionless form, striding foward.
The cop cocked his handgun, stepping backwards. "We don't want any trouble. That mutant just tried to kill everyone in this station."
Ororo laughed harshly. "He was laying on the ground when you got here. I don't see that as very threatening." The officer glanced at his partners.
"Call in back up..." he said quietly, his gun still pointed at Ororo's chest. She narrowed her eyes, and a gust of wind arose in the empty station. It grew in intensity, untill all of the cops were shielding their eyes. They slid backwards, untill they were blown out onto the street, falling backwards down the stairs. The double doors flew shut and bolted.
Ororo turned and ran back over to Kurt, who hadn't moved. Fearing the worst, she placed two fingers on his neck to search for a pulse. She almost cried with joy when she found it, faint and weak, but there. She reached out and picked up his hand, squeezing it tightly.
"Hold on, Logan's comming with the jet. We'll get you home, where you'll be safe. Kurt, you've got to hold on...I need you..."
She placed her forehead onto his chest and finally let the tears come, flowing freely down her cheeks onto his torn coat. She didn't know how they'd ever find the scientist in time, it all seemed so hopeless. But she refused to lose hope. She straightened up. No, Kurt wouldn't lose hope. Neither could she. If there was any way to save him, then she'd fight through hell to get it. She placed his head in her lap, and strained to hear the faint sound of a jet engine approaching.
~*~*~*~*~* Interesting, that didn't come out exactly like I'd planned, but I'm rather pleased. Again, he said 'I'm sorry' in German. PLEASE review, it will make me the happiest person in the WORLD! Or at least really really happy.Reviews=faster updates! I love you all! ^_^ Sorry this one was a bit shorter...