Disclaimer: If I owned X-Men, then I wouldn't be writing an X-MEN fan fiction, now would I?
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but my computer broke :(
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Tasha
I just couldn't watch that girl die. She was saving so many of our kind, but she was going to sacrifice her life to do it. I watched her fight, not with fists but with her powers. They were amazing, but she was tiring.
"I can't take it any more!" I cried as I watched one of her small group get shot. They would never make it to safety. More guards, more than fifty, were after the group hiding in the forest. "She's gonna die, and the people she freed are gonna die, too. We have to stop them!"
"But what are we going to do about it?" Alex asked me, "It's not like we are anywhere near there."
"But we could be," I replied quietly.
"Oh no, Tasha," Jenny said, sensing my plan, "That will never work. You fetch things, not transport people."
"Well, we've got to try," I responded.
"Why?" Alex demanded. She was always the cynical one, Alex.
"Because I know what it's like to be caged up like an animal," I replied, my voice the barest whisper, "I know what it's like to be hated for something that I cannot control. I know what it's like to be looked down upon as something that is less than human because of something that, if I were given a choice, I would not wish to have it. And I know that, even if we cannot help her, if she is destined to die, then we can help the people that she is willing to die for." The group was silent.
"You really believe in destiny, then?" Lisa asked. I nodded. "Then I'm with you." She smiled weekly, and I knew that she was absolutely terrified. Alex, never wanting to be the one to back down, also nodded.
"I'm in," she chimed.
"Me to," Jenny's voice shook as she spoke. I nodded.
"Alright," I said "I've never ported a living object, so I'll go first, and if I make it, then I'll come back for you guys. If I don't come back, then, well- "
"Oh, don't say if," Lisa begged, "You'll get there!" I nodded, shivering.
"Jenny," I said, "You have to guide me." I felt a thin strand of what seemed oddly like what I would assume to be thought enter my mind. It felt strongly like Jenny. I closed my eyes, and where I wanted to go showed clearly in my mind. I took a deep breath, praying to every god in every religion that I knew of. I held my breath, and felt a strange whooshing of air, and I knew that I was leaving the small ice-cream parlor in New York City.
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Peter
I held Jen's hand as we walked towards the caves, led by a weary Meg. Guilt shook Jens's shoulders as she cried, and I felt what she did. Pain, horror, and fear. I was afraid, and I knew that the others also were.
We arrived at the opening of the cave, and I peered in cautiously. One of the others had started a small fire, and was tending it carefully. Most of them were asleep, curled against the rough stone walls of the cave. It was not that deep, and had a low ceiling. Already it was beginning to fill up with smoke. I took Jen over to the fire and sat her down there. She leaned her head into my shoulder, and cried. I leaned against the wall at my back, and prayed that that would be the last trial of the day. But my wish would go ungranted.
"More guards!" Meg cried, peering through (quite literally) the trees. "There are nearly fifty of them! Oh, god! Why can't they just let us be?" She roused the rest of the group. Looked like it was time for another fight.
"We need you, Jen," I whispered to my sobbing companion.
"I can't fight again," she said, "I can't cause any more pain. None at all."
"We need you to help give us energy," I said, "You don't have to fight. Mike and I, we'll fight." She nodded. I stood, lending my arm for support to the still shaking Jen. Meg came with me, and Mike. We were all tired. There were a few others that came. We decided to leave Alison, since she was so young. Two others who had no clue how to fight, and mutations that wouldn't help much on the scene of battle stayed behind as well. I thought that it would be pointless, since we were destined to lose, but that was just my pessimistic side showing through.
The eight of us walked towards the onslaught of guards. We climbed up into trees farther away from the cave, in hopes of starting an ambush. I knew that we would never make it. The frightened, uneasy breathing of my companions told me that they thought the same.
A strange whooshing sound filled my ears, and a small form was instantly crouching beside me on a branch. The figure apeared with a noise like a gunshot. Some one in the tree next to mine screamed. I looked at the figure. It appeared to be a girl, maybe sixteen or seventeen.
"I made it," she breathed, "I'm alive." She started to laugh. Dispite the fact that I had no idea who she was, I turned to her and said, "If you don't shut up, you wont be alive much longer." I don't think she heard the end of it, though, because by that time she had dissappeared.
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Nike
I leaned down by Pyro's bloody form. His pulse died beneath my fingers.
"No!" I cried out, losing control of my own voice. "Stop! Live! Don't die, Pyro!" But it was to late. He was already gone. Those perfect eyes stared up vacantly at me. I grabbed his hand and placed my head on his chest, his blood staining my hair bright red.
"Stop," Opal said, "Wait a minute." She also knelt beside him. She looked horrible. Her black hair hung limply about her shoulders, making her look ghostly. I noticed her eyes for the first time. They were deep black, like the night sky, but without stars to brighten them. They peered dully out at me from her nervouse looking face. She looked tired. Her breath came in rgged gasps. "I'm not going to make it through this," she told me, and I knew it to be true. She coughed, a rasping, deperate sound. "I can help him, but you have to move away." I stared at her form, growing blurry through my tear-stained eyes. I stood and pressed myself against a wall, tears now streaming from my face.
"Opal," I said, my voice thick with fear and sadness, "What are you doing?" She only shook her head, and placed a hand over his heart, over the wound. James backed away, to, coming to tand beside me.
She drew a shaking breath, closed her eyes, and everything seemed to be silent. No one moved. No one said a word. No one even breathed. She knelt beside him, her face furrowed in consentration, and her hand over his seeping wound. Then, all of a sudden, she collapsed on top of him. I moved towards them, James right behind me. We rolled Opal onto her back, and checked her pulse. There was nothing. For one, horribble, suspended moment, I thought that we had lost them both.
Then Pyro gasped, his face contorted in pain. He grasped his chest, and I watched in amazement as the wound began to heal, sealing the bullet under his skin. He gasped a few times, but then the pain seemed to subside, and the only trace of the wound was his bloody shirt.
"Pyro?" I asked quietly, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," he said, sitting up, "But, it was so weird. I was...... dead!"
"You were," I agreed, hugging him.
"What happed?" He asked me.
"Well," James put in, "Opal said that she wouldn't make it through this, and said that she could help you.We all moved away, and she did something, I don't know what." A misted look came over Pyro's eyes.
"She healed me," he said, "She healed me, but it took her life. Look, I can see parts of what she was thinking when she did it. I know what she wants us to do. Oh, this is a good plan." He seemed overwhelemed by glee. "And, she gave me a gift." He closed his eyes, as if trying to remember something, "I felt her voice calling me back, but at first I didn't want to go. The she said she'd give me a gift. What is it? Hmmm-" he thought for a moment before his eyes snapped open. "That's it!" he cried and opened his palm. A small candle-like flame glimmered there. "I can start them, now!" He seemed incredibaly glad.
"Alright," James said, "But what do we do about Opal? She's dead now." We all looked at the body lying on the ground next to Pyro. She looked paler than usual, and her black hair fell accross her face. A small smile played on her lips, as if all was going just as she expected, and she knew it.
"You there," Pyro singled out a strong looking man from the crowd, "You carry her, and follow me, all of you."
"Why should we take orders from you?" the man asked. Seeing trouble, I stepped in.
"Do whatever he or James says," I commanded. He immediately picked up Opal's limp form, and the group of us followed Pyro, who held his little flame in front of him like a torch, up the stairs to the upper levels.
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A/N: That's all for now, folks! There should be more coming soon! PLEASE read and reveiw! Bye now.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but my computer broke :(
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Tasha
I just couldn't watch that girl die. She was saving so many of our kind, but she was going to sacrifice her life to do it. I watched her fight, not with fists but with her powers. They were amazing, but she was tiring.
"I can't take it any more!" I cried as I watched one of her small group get shot. They would never make it to safety. More guards, more than fifty, were after the group hiding in the forest. "She's gonna die, and the people she freed are gonna die, too. We have to stop them!"
"But what are we going to do about it?" Alex asked me, "It's not like we are anywhere near there."
"But we could be," I replied quietly.
"Oh no, Tasha," Jenny said, sensing my plan, "That will never work. You fetch things, not transport people."
"Well, we've got to try," I responded.
"Why?" Alex demanded. She was always the cynical one, Alex.
"Because I know what it's like to be caged up like an animal," I replied, my voice the barest whisper, "I know what it's like to be hated for something that I cannot control. I know what it's like to be looked down upon as something that is less than human because of something that, if I were given a choice, I would not wish to have it. And I know that, even if we cannot help her, if she is destined to die, then we can help the people that she is willing to die for." The group was silent.
"You really believe in destiny, then?" Lisa asked. I nodded. "Then I'm with you." She smiled weekly, and I knew that she was absolutely terrified. Alex, never wanting to be the one to back down, also nodded.
"I'm in," she chimed.
"Me to," Jenny's voice shook as she spoke. I nodded.
"Alright," I said "I've never ported a living object, so I'll go first, and if I make it, then I'll come back for you guys. If I don't come back, then, well- "
"Oh, don't say if," Lisa begged, "You'll get there!" I nodded, shivering.
"Jenny," I said, "You have to guide me." I felt a thin strand of what seemed oddly like what I would assume to be thought enter my mind. It felt strongly like Jenny. I closed my eyes, and where I wanted to go showed clearly in my mind. I took a deep breath, praying to every god in every religion that I knew of. I held my breath, and felt a strange whooshing of air, and I knew that I was leaving the small ice-cream parlor in New York City.
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Peter
I held Jen's hand as we walked towards the caves, led by a weary Meg. Guilt shook Jens's shoulders as she cried, and I felt what she did. Pain, horror, and fear. I was afraid, and I knew that the others also were.
We arrived at the opening of the cave, and I peered in cautiously. One of the others had started a small fire, and was tending it carefully. Most of them were asleep, curled against the rough stone walls of the cave. It was not that deep, and had a low ceiling. Already it was beginning to fill up with smoke. I took Jen over to the fire and sat her down there. She leaned her head into my shoulder, and cried. I leaned against the wall at my back, and prayed that that would be the last trial of the day. But my wish would go ungranted.
"More guards!" Meg cried, peering through (quite literally) the trees. "There are nearly fifty of them! Oh, god! Why can't they just let us be?" She roused the rest of the group. Looked like it was time for another fight.
"We need you, Jen," I whispered to my sobbing companion.
"I can't fight again," she said, "I can't cause any more pain. None at all."
"We need you to help give us energy," I said, "You don't have to fight. Mike and I, we'll fight." She nodded. I stood, lending my arm for support to the still shaking Jen. Meg came with me, and Mike. We were all tired. There were a few others that came. We decided to leave Alison, since she was so young. Two others who had no clue how to fight, and mutations that wouldn't help much on the scene of battle stayed behind as well. I thought that it would be pointless, since we were destined to lose, but that was just my pessimistic side showing through.
The eight of us walked towards the onslaught of guards. We climbed up into trees farther away from the cave, in hopes of starting an ambush. I knew that we would never make it. The frightened, uneasy breathing of my companions told me that they thought the same.
A strange whooshing sound filled my ears, and a small form was instantly crouching beside me on a branch. The figure apeared with a noise like a gunshot. Some one in the tree next to mine screamed. I looked at the figure. It appeared to be a girl, maybe sixteen or seventeen.
"I made it," she breathed, "I'm alive." She started to laugh. Dispite the fact that I had no idea who she was, I turned to her and said, "If you don't shut up, you wont be alive much longer." I don't think she heard the end of it, though, because by that time she had dissappeared.
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Nike
I leaned down by Pyro's bloody form. His pulse died beneath my fingers.
"No!" I cried out, losing control of my own voice. "Stop! Live! Don't die, Pyro!" But it was to late. He was already gone. Those perfect eyes stared up vacantly at me. I grabbed his hand and placed my head on his chest, his blood staining my hair bright red.
"Stop," Opal said, "Wait a minute." She also knelt beside him. She looked horrible. Her black hair hung limply about her shoulders, making her look ghostly. I noticed her eyes for the first time. They were deep black, like the night sky, but without stars to brighten them. They peered dully out at me from her nervouse looking face. She looked tired. Her breath came in rgged gasps. "I'm not going to make it through this," she told me, and I knew it to be true. She coughed, a rasping, deperate sound. "I can help him, but you have to move away." I stared at her form, growing blurry through my tear-stained eyes. I stood and pressed myself against a wall, tears now streaming from my face.
"Opal," I said, my voice thick with fear and sadness, "What are you doing?" She only shook her head, and placed a hand over his heart, over the wound. James backed away, to, coming to tand beside me.
She drew a shaking breath, closed her eyes, and everything seemed to be silent. No one moved. No one said a word. No one even breathed. She knelt beside him, her face furrowed in consentration, and her hand over his seeping wound. Then, all of a sudden, she collapsed on top of him. I moved towards them, James right behind me. We rolled Opal onto her back, and checked her pulse. There was nothing. For one, horribble, suspended moment, I thought that we had lost them both.
Then Pyro gasped, his face contorted in pain. He grasped his chest, and I watched in amazement as the wound began to heal, sealing the bullet under his skin. He gasped a few times, but then the pain seemed to subside, and the only trace of the wound was his bloody shirt.
"Pyro?" I asked quietly, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," he said, sitting up, "But, it was so weird. I was...... dead!"
"You were," I agreed, hugging him.
"What happed?" He asked me.
"Well," James put in, "Opal said that she wouldn't make it through this, and said that she could help you.We all moved away, and she did something, I don't know what." A misted look came over Pyro's eyes.
"She healed me," he said, "She healed me, but it took her life. Look, I can see parts of what she was thinking when she did it. I know what she wants us to do. Oh, this is a good plan." He seemed overwhelemed by glee. "And, she gave me a gift." He closed his eyes, as if trying to remember something, "I felt her voice calling me back, but at first I didn't want to go. The she said she'd give me a gift. What is it? Hmmm-" he thought for a moment before his eyes snapped open. "That's it!" he cried and opened his palm. A small candle-like flame glimmered there. "I can start them, now!" He seemed incredibaly glad.
"Alright," James said, "But what do we do about Opal? She's dead now." We all looked at the body lying on the ground next to Pyro. She looked paler than usual, and her black hair fell accross her face. A small smile played on her lips, as if all was going just as she expected, and she knew it.
"You there," Pyro singled out a strong looking man from the crowd, "You carry her, and follow me, all of you."
"Why should we take orders from you?" the man asked. Seeing trouble, I stepped in.
"Do whatever he or James says," I commanded. He immediately picked up Opal's limp form, and the group of us followed Pyro, who held his little flame in front of him like a torch, up the stairs to the upper levels.
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A/N: That's all for now, folks! There should be more coming soon! PLEASE read and reveiw! Bye now.