CHAPTER EIGHT: THE PLAN
The jet slowly descended, into the loading bay under the basketball court. With a short roar, the engines shut off, and it bumped to a stop. The open ceiling began to close over them, hiding the jet beneath a shield of concrete.
The hatch door opened, and out jumped Logan, carying a very weak-looking Kurt in his massive arms. Ororo followed behind, her face set determinedly. Bobby and Rouge rushed to meet them, Charles Xavior sat in the doorway.
"Oh my god, is he gonna be alright?" Rouge asked worridly, reaching Logan and seeing Kurt's unconsous form. Logan jogged past her, looking angry.
"He went and got himself in one nice mess." Logan said gruffly, shifting Kurts weight and causing him to groan a tiny bit in pain. "He went physco-assassin in Grand Central station, and in front of news cameras, too. He almost killed a whole load of humans, before some cops beat the crap outta him." Ororo glared at Logan icily.
"It wasn't his fault..." she said defensively. Logan grunted in response and lay Kurt down on a nearby cot, before trying long ropes of leather across his chest.
"That outta hold him....damn, and I thought Scott would be the one givin' us hell." He remarked, watching as Kurt struggled to breath properly. Ororo rushed over to the sink to get some water as Professor Xavior wheeled behind Logan.
"Scott's condition has gotten much, much worse." He said softly. Logan turned to meet his gaze, suspision in his eyes.
"How much worse?" he said slowly. Xavior looked down with a look of saddness.
"So much worse that he may not survive the night." He responded. A loud crash was heard as the bowl of water Ororo had been holding slipped from her hands.
Xavior took a deep breath. "Eric is not dong any better. Right now machines are keeping him alive. And it seems that the illness is rapidly progressing in Kurt, too." He said, looking over at the blue mutant who was coughing forcefully. At that moment Mystique came in, her eyes flashing dangerously.
"You're just going to let him die?" She demanded. Xavoir turned to her, startled.
"Mystique, we're doing all we can..." he began softly.
"No you're not!" she said, he multi-toned voice rising. "You want him to die, and you're going to let him die in that shed like an animal..." Logan spun around in one swift motion, pinning Mystique against the metal wall. She froze in mid shout, too shocked to speak.
"You think if we could do something, Kurt would be lying there dying? Or Scott? You think we like this? You think we'd let our friends slowly rot to death inside?!" He shouted, mere inches from her face. Rogue stepped cautiously foward.
"Logan..."
To Logan's greatest surprise, Mystique's look of vivid fury melted from her face. She cast her eyes down and bit her lip violently, hard enough to draw blood.
"You're right." she stated quietly. "I know you wouldn't let him die. Charles's morals are too high. I just..." she began, her voice breaking. She shook her head, as if trying to drive something from her mind. She shoved Logan away from her suddenly and wrapped her arms around her blue body tightly. Logan took a step back, sighing. She gathered her composure and turned to face the Professor.
"There has to be something we can do." she said flatly. Charles nodded.
"Obviouslt they won't survive if we don't get the antidote. And I don't think we have any more time for hesitation.We must leave immediately. And I think we need to bring those three with us." He said, motioning to Kurt.
"They can't travel like this, Professor. How are we going to control their powers?" Ororo questioned. "Especially Magneto. We can blindfold Scott, and you can put a physic shielf on Kurt...but the jet's made of metal." Mystique cleared her throat.
"I don't think....I don't think Eric will be a problem. He's not as strong as he was ten years ago...he hasn't lost control of his powers since I brought him here. He's too weak." She said firmly. Storm looked down at Kurt from the corner of his eye, and gently reached a gloved hand up to the scratch across her cheek.
"That's what I thought about Kurt..." Charles interupted quietly.
"We'll have to take that chance. Mystique, you go and make sure Eric is prepared to leave. Ororo, you and Bobby bring Kurt back into the jet. Logan, you go get Scott. Take Rogue with you, he might still lose control of his powers. I'll go inform the students."
Ororo looked up from Kurt's side in surprise. "We're not going to have anyone stay to watch the children?" she asked incrediously. Charles just smiled.
"I think they will be able to take care of themselves, at least for a night. I'll tell the oldest students that they're in charge." Ororo nodded quickly before gingerly untying Kurt's bonds. He struggled a bit as Bobby and Storm lifted him between them, then fell limp once again.
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Ok, here come author appolgies: First, I'm really sorry this chapter is so stupidly short, but I'm going to update tomorow with the next chapter, which will be longer (God willing...) Second: I'm so so SO sorry it took so long to update!!! I've failed my readers! ::sobs:: But it's the end of the school year, and all the teachers SWAMP us with work. Finals are approaching, and I have so little spare time...ufortunately, I'll probably only be able to update once or twice a week, and probably weekends. I will do my very very best to update tomorow, 'cause I know what I'm going to do, and it's a pretty long chapter. Once summer starts, at the end of the month, I'll be writing ALOT more, and finishing this fic (if it's not done by then)
And I've decided to write another fic this summer, most likely an x-men fic. And since I'm a huge Nightcrawler fangirl, it'll probably be centered around him. Or, if anyone is bored, I'm posting a short original story I wrote called 'Fractured' on FictionPress.net
Anyway, please please review and forgive me!!!!
The jet slowly descended, into the loading bay under the basketball court. With a short roar, the engines shut off, and it bumped to a stop. The open ceiling began to close over them, hiding the jet beneath a shield of concrete.
The hatch door opened, and out jumped Logan, carying a very weak-looking Kurt in his massive arms. Ororo followed behind, her face set determinedly. Bobby and Rouge rushed to meet them, Charles Xavior sat in the doorway.
"Oh my god, is he gonna be alright?" Rouge asked worridly, reaching Logan and seeing Kurt's unconsous form. Logan jogged past her, looking angry.
"He went and got himself in one nice mess." Logan said gruffly, shifting Kurts weight and causing him to groan a tiny bit in pain. "He went physco-assassin in Grand Central station, and in front of news cameras, too. He almost killed a whole load of humans, before some cops beat the crap outta him." Ororo glared at Logan icily.
"It wasn't his fault..." she said defensively. Logan grunted in response and lay Kurt down on a nearby cot, before trying long ropes of leather across his chest.
"That outta hold him....damn, and I thought Scott would be the one givin' us hell." He remarked, watching as Kurt struggled to breath properly. Ororo rushed over to the sink to get some water as Professor Xavior wheeled behind Logan.
"Scott's condition has gotten much, much worse." He said softly. Logan turned to meet his gaze, suspision in his eyes.
"How much worse?" he said slowly. Xavior looked down with a look of saddness.
"So much worse that he may not survive the night." He responded. A loud crash was heard as the bowl of water Ororo had been holding slipped from her hands.
Xavior took a deep breath. "Eric is not dong any better. Right now machines are keeping him alive. And it seems that the illness is rapidly progressing in Kurt, too." He said, looking over at the blue mutant who was coughing forcefully. At that moment Mystique came in, her eyes flashing dangerously.
"You're just going to let him die?" She demanded. Xavoir turned to her, startled.
"Mystique, we're doing all we can..." he began softly.
"No you're not!" she said, he multi-toned voice rising. "You want him to die, and you're going to let him die in that shed like an animal..." Logan spun around in one swift motion, pinning Mystique against the metal wall. She froze in mid shout, too shocked to speak.
"You think if we could do something, Kurt would be lying there dying? Or Scott? You think we like this? You think we'd let our friends slowly rot to death inside?!" He shouted, mere inches from her face. Rogue stepped cautiously foward.
"Logan..."
To Logan's greatest surprise, Mystique's look of vivid fury melted from her face. She cast her eyes down and bit her lip violently, hard enough to draw blood.
"You're right." she stated quietly. "I know you wouldn't let him die. Charles's morals are too high. I just..." she began, her voice breaking. She shook her head, as if trying to drive something from her mind. She shoved Logan away from her suddenly and wrapped her arms around her blue body tightly. Logan took a step back, sighing. She gathered her composure and turned to face the Professor.
"There has to be something we can do." she said flatly. Charles nodded.
"Obviouslt they won't survive if we don't get the antidote. And I don't think we have any more time for hesitation.We must leave immediately. And I think we need to bring those three with us." He said, motioning to Kurt.
"They can't travel like this, Professor. How are we going to control their powers?" Ororo questioned. "Especially Magneto. We can blindfold Scott, and you can put a physic shielf on Kurt...but the jet's made of metal." Mystique cleared her throat.
"I don't think....I don't think Eric will be a problem. He's not as strong as he was ten years ago...he hasn't lost control of his powers since I brought him here. He's too weak." She said firmly. Storm looked down at Kurt from the corner of his eye, and gently reached a gloved hand up to the scratch across her cheek.
"That's what I thought about Kurt..." Charles interupted quietly.
"We'll have to take that chance. Mystique, you go and make sure Eric is prepared to leave. Ororo, you and Bobby bring Kurt back into the jet. Logan, you go get Scott. Take Rogue with you, he might still lose control of his powers. I'll go inform the students."
Ororo looked up from Kurt's side in surprise. "We're not going to have anyone stay to watch the children?" she asked incrediously. Charles just smiled.
"I think they will be able to take care of themselves, at least for a night. I'll tell the oldest students that they're in charge." Ororo nodded quickly before gingerly untying Kurt's bonds. He struggled a bit as Bobby and Storm lifted him between them, then fell limp once again.
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Ok, here come author appolgies: First, I'm really sorry this chapter is so stupidly short, but I'm going to update tomorow with the next chapter, which will be longer (God willing...) Second: I'm so so SO sorry it took so long to update!!! I've failed my readers! ::sobs:: But it's the end of the school year, and all the teachers SWAMP us with work. Finals are approaching, and I have so little spare time...ufortunately, I'll probably only be able to update once or twice a week, and probably weekends. I will do my very very best to update tomorow, 'cause I know what I'm going to do, and it's a pretty long chapter. Once summer starts, at the end of the month, I'll be writing ALOT more, and finishing this fic (if it's not done by then)
And I've decided to write another fic this summer, most likely an x-men fic. And since I'm a huge Nightcrawler fangirl, it'll probably be centered around him. Or, if anyone is bored, I'm posting a short original story I wrote called 'Fractured' on FictionPress.net
Anyway, please please review and forgive me!!!!