~*~*~*~ Hello, everyone. I know, I know. It's been about 6 months since I updated. *Looks at the ground ashamed* I am a bad author. I wrote a story, got lots of people to enjoy it, and then I just LEFT THEM, cliffhanger and all. I really feel very bad about this, seriously. I'm sure I've lost most of my readers. But...if you happen to come back, here's the new chapter. Would you like to know why I stopped writing it? Because my muse died. Yes, my muse. You see, once the movie got out of theaters, and I reached the point in my story that I'd planned up to, I had no clue what to write next! And it's been so long since I've seen the movie, I lost all inspiration.
But now I will finish it. I will not stop writing it until it is done, and I will update regularly.
I am so sorry. Please forgive me. And if you have it in your heart to review, I would love you forever. Not that I deserve reviews, but they are motivational. Thank you.
CHAPTER NINE: THE SCIENTIST
There were rows and rows of identical houses, lined up along a very unassuming street, none of them unique in any way. The jet glided silently through the pitch-blank night, it's special technology making it invisible to both human and computer eye alike. Ororo brought the jet closer to the ground, searching for number 48 Piviet Drive, and finally came upon it at the very end of the street. It was just a square box, nothing to look at twice. There were no decorations on the neat lawn, no signs of life at all, except for one light shining from the top window into the dark. Ororo manuvered the massive jet with ease, settling it down gently in the narrow backyard of the house, between a plain white fence and a towering oak tree.
Logan shifted from his chair quickly, and without a word opened the port door and lept out. Rogue and Bobby sat in the back, between the cots which held Kurt, Scott, and Eric. Mystique sat next to Eric head, her slender blue hand wrapped around his large limp one. Scott shifted beneath his restraints every few seconds, but otherwise remained motionless, all of his earlier energy drained. His face was pale and moist, dampening the bandage wrapped around his eyes tightly. Kurt hadn't moved since his collapse at Grand Central, and the only thing keeping him from disapearing entirely was the physic shield Charles had placed around him. Kurt's tail hung limply off the side of the bed, and there was almost a cloud of blue smoke around his entire form. Rogue continued speaking quietly to him, encouraging him to listen to her voice and not teleport, but he made not notion that he could hear her.
"Ororo, come with me. I'm sure Logan will be less than polite in meeting our scientist, if he hasn't knocked down the man's front door already. Mystique, Rogue, Bobby, I think you three should stay here and watch them." Charles said calmly, motioning to the three prone bodies. Mystique made a move to protest, but Charles stopped her with a raised hand.
"I believe we are equipped to handle this, Mystique. Eric needs you more than us. Your presence may be the only thing keeping him alive..." Mystique shut her mouth and sat down, unconsciously holding Magneto's hand tighter and turning her gaze to his gaunt face.
"Now. Let's go." He turned his chair and wheeled down the jet's ramp, followed closely by a determined looking Storm.
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"Listen here, bub, I don't think you're really in a position to be asking questions." Logan had a balding, 40-something year old man pressed against the wall, his feet dangling about 3 feet off the floor. The man looked at the intruder petrified, stuttering and shaking in shock. He had just been sitting at his computer screen when his door burst inwards in a shower of splinters, and an angry looking man with knives coming out of his hands lept in, grabbed the man, and demanded to know if he was Frank Cumingsworth. The man had answered yes breathlessly, as Logan then grabbed the small man by the collar and lifted him to his feet. Ororo stepped through the remains of the door, followed by Charles Xavier.
"Logan! For god's sake, put him down!" She shouted upon seeing the terrified Mr. Cumingsworth hanging from Wolverine's grasp, one razor sharp claw pressed dangerously close to his neck. Logan gave a look of disgust and let the man drop, as Frank hit the floor with a soft `omph' and covered his head with his hands.
"Please...take whatever you want, just don't kill me..." he said in a strangled voice from the floor. Storm glared at Logan, who just furrowed his brow and stared at the man's huddled form.
"We ain't got time to be polite, Storm" he said with a growl. Charles wheeled next to the man and helped him to his feet. Mr. Cumingsworth just looked from one face to the other with a bewildered expression.
"Who...w-who are you?" He said, cowering back slightly from Logan's intense stare. Charles cleared his throat.
"We are the X-men. And we need your help."
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I know it's short, but it's necessary, and I will get the next part up within 36 hours, maybe right away. I hope someone is still reading this...and again I'm so so so so sorry about not updating. Please review? ::Pleading::
But now I will finish it. I will not stop writing it until it is done, and I will update regularly.
I am so sorry. Please forgive me. And if you have it in your heart to review, I would love you forever. Not that I deserve reviews, but they are motivational. Thank you.
CHAPTER NINE: THE SCIENTIST
There were rows and rows of identical houses, lined up along a very unassuming street, none of them unique in any way. The jet glided silently through the pitch-blank night, it's special technology making it invisible to both human and computer eye alike. Ororo brought the jet closer to the ground, searching for number 48 Piviet Drive, and finally came upon it at the very end of the street. It was just a square box, nothing to look at twice. There were no decorations on the neat lawn, no signs of life at all, except for one light shining from the top window into the dark. Ororo manuvered the massive jet with ease, settling it down gently in the narrow backyard of the house, between a plain white fence and a towering oak tree.
Logan shifted from his chair quickly, and without a word opened the port door and lept out. Rogue and Bobby sat in the back, between the cots which held Kurt, Scott, and Eric. Mystique sat next to Eric head, her slender blue hand wrapped around his large limp one. Scott shifted beneath his restraints every few seconds, but otherwise remained motionless, all of his earlier energy drained. His face was pale and moist, dampening the bandage wrapped around his eyes tightly. Kurt hadn't moved since his collapse at Grand Central, and the only thing keeping him from disapearing entirely was the physic shield Charles had placed around him. Kurt's tail hung limply off the side of the bed, and there was almost a cloud of blue smoke around his entire form. Rogue continued speaking quietly to him, encouraging him to listen to her voice and not teleport, but he made not notion that he could hear her.
"Ororo, come with me. I'm sure Logan will be less than polite in meeting our scientist, if he hasn't knocked down the man's front door already. Mystique, Rogue, Bobby, I think you three should stay here and watch them." Charles said calmly, motioning to the three prone bodies. Mystique made a move to protest, but Charles stopped her with a raised hand.
"I believe we are equipped to handle this, Mystique. Eric needs you more than us. Your presence may be the only thing keeping him alive..." Mystique shut her mouth and sat down, unconsciously holding Magneto's hand tighter and turning her gaze to his gaunt face.
"Now. Let's go." He turned his chair and wheeled down the jet's ramp, followed closely by a determined looking Storm.
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"Listen here, bub, I don't think you're really in a position to be asking questions." Logan had a balding, 40-something year old man pressed against the wall, his feet dangling about 3 feet off the floor. The man looked at the intruder petrified, stuttering and shaking in shock. He had just been sitting at his computer screen when his door burst inwards in a shower of splinters, and an angry looking man with knives coming out of his hands lept in, grabbed the man, and demanded to know if he was Frank Cumingsworth. The man had answered yes breathlessly, as Logan then grabbed the small man by the collar and lifted him to his feet. Ororo stepped through the remains of the door, followed by Charles Xavier.
"Logan! For god's sake, put him down!" She shouted upon seeing the terrified Mr. Cumingsworth hanging from Wolverine's grasp, one razor sharp claw pressed dangerously close to his neck. Logan gave a look of disgust and let the man drop, as Frank hit the floor with a soft `omph' and covered his head with his hands.
"Please...take whatever you want, just don't kill me..." he said in a strangled voice from the floor. Storm glared at Logan, who just furrowed his brow and stared at the man's huddled form.
"We ain't got time to be polite, Storm" he said with a growl. Charles wheeled next to the man and helped him to his feet. Mr. Cumingsworth just looked from one face to the other with a bewildered expression.
"Who...w-who are you?" He said, cowering back slightly from Logan's intense stare. Charles cleared his throat.
"We are the X-men. And we need your help."
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I know it's short, but it's necessary, and I will get the next part up within 36 hours, maybe right away. I hope someone is still reading this...and again I'm so so so so sorry about not updating. Please review? ::Pleading::