Ororororororororo... i.e. ME: Oh. You. *Unethusiastic* A BORING REVIEWER? Your review was the hit of my day! That's the longest review I've ever received, lol (well, you've seen the length of my other reviews...). I'm not a Kenshin fan *whimpers, cowers in a corner*. I'm glad you think that my style of writing = acceptable. I personally didn't think so. And why did I tell you not to read it? I have a low self-esteem. I think I suck at writing.
Disclaimer: Kelsey and her mom are my creations, the rest belong to Marvel.
Chapter 9:
There are about four things one can do when staring directly in the face of death. The first would be to scream. The second to laugh. The third - if you're insane or very, very, VERY brave (or just plain dumb) - to fight. The last - to get the freak out of there.
Of course, when you're also about ready to pee your pants, all of this goes out the head. Especially if your name's Kelsey Rias, and you're faced with Sentinels. THREE sentinels. Don't say it's not a lot, because it is, and YOU'RE not the one face-to-ugly-face with them!
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There was a somewhat familiar roaring sound, and even as Sam pushed off into the air, his force-field thingy surrounding him brightly, a brilliant streak of golden-white shot out one of the Sentinel's outraised palms. TOWARDS us. Us, as in me, my mom, Jubilee and Bobby.
So, naturally, I let loose a scream.
To my horror, Sam actually dove straight into the path of the bolt, purposefully taking the brunt of that painful-looking attack.
"SAM!" I shrieked, even as the blast struck him fully. However, the blast didn't engulf him and continue on to us. Rather, it seemed to elongate the moment it hit Sam horizontally, as if there was a barrier of some sorts shielding us from the blow. All the same, it pounded against the shield, and I watched with my heart in my throat as the barrier wavered perceptibly under the assault.
When the fury of the streak was spent, I could see the crazy Southerner hovering in mid-air. His aura-like forcefield, though, was stretched at least ten feet across in the air, forming a barricade of sorts. He looked exhausted as he alighted beside Bobby while the Sentinels paused again.
"Odd," I heard Bobby mutter. I ignored him, though, turning onto Sam.
"INSANE doesn't even come close to describing you, you idiot!" I hollered. Why? I didn't know. I guess I had been worried for him. He was the first person I'd spilled my guts to concerning my past, after all. "You could have DIED up there!"
"Ah don't think so, Kelsey. Ah explained this to ya in the Danger Room. So what part of 'invulnerable when ah'm blastin'' did ya not get?" He shot back almost amusedly, and with that, rocketed straight back up into the air (I guess he wasn't THAT tired), straight towards the Sentinel which had tried to kill us.
However, the moment he neared the Sentinel, it turned towards him, training its eerie robotic gaze upon his fast approaching figure.
:Contact reestablished: It spoke monotonously. Dimly, in the background, I heard more screaming, even as at least three more Sentinels loomed over us. Except this three totally ignored us, and began blasting away at various sections of the mall. There was more screaming and crying, accompanied at intervals by explosions, ones which shook the entire shopping centre.
This whole mall was definitely trashed.
:Mutant-entity Cannonball: It raised its hand, and I felt this sick sensation develop in the pits of my stomach. Something bad was going to happen. I just knew it. :Possesses ability to generate thermo-chemical energy, propelled through the air by releasing chemicals through skin: A gas-like vapour hissed from his palm. :Defensive countermeasures initiated:
I watched, horrified, as Sam tried to veer away from the noxious-looking gas, but momentum carried him forwards into it, and I saw him cough once, twice.
Then he began to fall, limply, his aura vanishing the moment he lost consciousness.
"Reckless moron," Bobby muttered exasperatedly, and in front of my eyes (which bulged, I didn't know he could do THAT) he literally became a block of ice. His hands shot out, and ice poured from his palms in mid-air below the falling Sam, forming something solid akin to a - a - SLIDE?
With an almost terrifying ease, the one - aptly - codenamed Iceman swung the direction of the long and twisitng ramp towards us, easing out the rise of his creation so that Sam's descent was noticeably slowed. And less dangerous.
He turned to Jubilee while he did this, his face devoid of emotion. "Get them out of here, Jubes," His voice was biting cold, ice dripping off his words. "before one of them gets hurt." He jerked his head at my mom and I.
My mom! I had totally forgotten about her. Spinning to face her, even as Jubilee grabbed the both of us, I was treated to a look of wide-eyed shock.
"C'mon," I swung my gaze away from my mother as Jubilee tore out of the washroom with us in tow. We exited hell, and entered another level of it. People all around were screeching their heads off, scrambling for the elevators, escalators, stairs, or even jumping off the railings in desperation. We ducked as a blast exploded two stores away from where we were, shrapnel whizzing past us. I didn't get it, even as I heard sirens wailing in the distance. Why were the Sentinels attacking us?
My mom shot me an unreadable look as we ran. My chest was starting to burn, my legs hurt. Definitely out of shape.
"Your friends...they're - they're -"
Why are YOU surprised? You ARE one too, after all..."Mutants, yeah."
My mom looked away then. But not before I caught a rather sad look on her face. I wish she'd tell me what's going on. Whether she saw this or not. What EXACTLY she did see.
There was an almost surprised squawk from faraway behind us, and risking a glance behind as we continued along our flight, I was in time to see one of the Sentinels bursting into millions of icy shards. Sam was back in the air, and he and Bobby were working together to slowly eliminate the remaining Sentinel.
Waitaminute.
ONE?
There should be...TWO left...not counting the three trigger-happy Sentinels blasting every inch of the shopping centre (Where the heck were the rest of the X-Men?).
Right on cue, a Sentinel came crashing down right in front of us, barring our path, making the floor in front of us cave-in, forcing us to skid to a stop hastily.
I think I shrieked. I did heard terrified screams, ones which died almost instantly the moment the debris settled. So many were going to die today. The entire second floor in front of us was destroyed.
With a speed that I never knew Jubilee possessed, she released our arms, and flung her hands - which, I saw, shook - out at the Sentinel. Fiery sparks - multi-coloured fireworks - burst from her fingertips, exploding in front of the Sentinel, forcing it to recoil in shock. It lost its balance, disappearing from sight with a crash. More screams. The coppery smell of blood.
"Eat plasma!" She yelled, then grabbed us again and, spinning on her heel, tore off in the other direction. I felt sick as I saw the mangled bodies of peoples lying scattered on the ground, lifeless rag dolls that looked like they'd been thrown around. Too much death. Too many dead.
Bile rose, as did tears. I wanted to hurl. It was like - no, it WAS - a massacre.
And why? It was all so senseless.
A low humming noise started up from out of nowhere, shattering my dark musings, and I heard Jubilee swear. "Keep going," She shouted, releasing us and diving to the side. We complied, and a second later something HOT incinerated the area a few steps behind us. We kept running, albeit blindly, and I was too terrifed to look behind me, even as I heard a holler of pain from Jubilee.
And it was at this point when my mother started having a seizure...
Disclaimer: Kelsey and her mom are my creations, the rest belong to Marvel.
Chapter 9:
There are about four things one can do when staring directly in the face of death. The first would be to scream. The second to laugh. The third - if you're insane or very, very, VERY brave (or just plain dumb) - to fight. The last - to get the freak out of there.
Of course, when you're also about ready to pee your pants, all of this goes out the head. Especially if your name's Kelsey Rias, and you're faced with Sentinels. THREE sentinels. Don't say it's not a lot, because it is, and YOU'RE not the one face-to-ugly-face with them!
---
There was a somewhat familiar roaring sound, and even as Sam pushed off into the air, his force-field thingy surrounding him brightly, a brilliant streak of golden-white shot out one of the Sentinel's outraised palms. TOWARDS us. Us, as in me, my mom, Jubilee and Bobby.
So, naturally, I let loose a scream.
To my horror, Sam actually dove straight into the path of the bolt, purposefully taking the brunt of that painful-looking attack.
"SAM!" I shrieked, even as the blast struck him fully. However, the blast didn't engulf him and continue on to us. Rather, it seemed to elongate the moment it hit Sam horizontally, as if there was a barrier of some sorts shielding us from the blow. All the same, it pounded against the shield, and I watched with my heart in my throat as the barrier wavered perceptibly under the assault.
When the fury of the streak was spent, I could see the crazy Southerner hovering in mid-air. His aura-like forcefield, though, was stretched at least ten feet across in the air, forming a barricade of sorts. He looked exhausted as he alighted beside Bobby while the Sentinels paused again.
"Odd," I heard Bobby mutter. I ignored him, though, turning onto Sam.
"INSANE doesn't even come close to describing you, you idiot!" I hollered. Why? I didn't know. I guess I had been worried for him. He was the first person I'd spilled my guts to concerning my past, after all. "You could have DIED up there!"
"Ah don't think so, Kelsey. Ah explained this to ya in the Danger Room. So what part of 'invulnerable when ah'm blastin'' did ya not get?" He shot back almost amusedly, and with that, rocketed straight back up into the air (I guess he wasn't THAT tired), straight towards the Sentinel which had tried to kill us.
However, the moment he neared the Sentinel, it turned towards him, training its eerie robotic gaze upon his fast approaching figure.
:Contact reestablished: It spoke monotonously. Dimly, in the background, I heard more screaming, even as at least three more Sentinels loomed over us. Except this three totally ignored us, and began blasting away at various sections of the mall. There was more screaming and crying, accompanied at intervals by explosions, ones which shook the entire shopping centre.
This whole mall was definitely trashed.
:Mutant-entity Cannonball: It raised its hand, and I felt this sick sensation develop in the pits of my stomach. Something bad was going to happen. I just knew it. :Possesses ability to generate thermo-chemical energy, propelled through the air by releasing chemicals through skin: A gas-like vapour hissed from his palm. :Defensive countermeasures initiated:
I watched, horrified, as Sam tried to veer away from the noxious-looking gas, but momentum carried him forwards into it, and I saw him cough once, twice.
Then he began to fall, limply, his aura vanishing the moment he lost consciousness.
"Reckless moron," Bobby muttered exasperatedly, and in front of my eyes (which bulged, I didn't know he could do THAT) he literally became a block of ice. His hands shot out, and ice poured from his palms in mid-air below the falling Sam, forming something solid akin to a - a - SLIDE?
With an almost terrifying ease, the one - aptly - codenamed Iceman swung the direction of the long and twisitng ramp towards us, easing out the rise of his creation so that Sam's descent was noticeably slowed. And less dangerous.
He turned to Jubilee while he did this, his face devoid of emotion. "Get them out of here, Jubes," His voice was biting cold, ice dripping off his words. "before one of them gets hurt." He jerked his head at my mom and I.
My mom! I had totally forgotten about her. Spinning to face her, even as Jubilee grabbed the both of us, I was treated to a look of wide-eyed shock.
"C'mon," I swung my gaze away from my mother as Jubilee tore out of the washroom with us in tow. We exited hell, and entered another level of it. People all around were screeching their heads off, scrambling for the elevators, escalators, stairs, or even jumping off the railings in desperation. We ducked as a blast exploded two stores away from where we were, shrapnel whizzing past us. I didn't get it, even as I heard sirens wailing in the distance. Why were the Sentinels attacking us?
My mom shot me an unreadable look as we ran. My chest was starting to burn, my legs hurt. Definitely out of shape.
"Your friends...they're - they're -"
Why are YOU surprised? You ARE one too, after all..."Mutants, yeah."
My mom looked away then. But not before I caught a rather sad look on her face. I wish she'd tell me what's going on. Whether she saw this or not. What EXACTLY she did see.
There was an almost surprised squawk from faraway behind us, and risking a glance behind as we continued along our flight, I was in time to see one of the Sentinels bursting into millions of icy shards. Sam was back in the air, and he and Bobby were working together to slowly eliminate the remaining Sentinel.
Waitaminute.
ONE?
There should be...TWO left...not counting the three trigger-happy Sentinels blasting every inch of the shopping centre (Where the heck were the rest of the X-Men?).
Right on cue, a Sentinel came crashing down right in front of us, barring our path, making the floor in front of us cave-in, forcing us to skid to a stop hastily.
I think I shrieked. I did heard terrified screams, ones which died almost instantly the moment the debris settled. So many were going to die today. The entire second floor in front of us was destroyed.
With a speed that I never knew Jubilee possessed, she released our arms, and flung her hands - which, I saw, shook - out at the Sentinel. Fiery sparks - multi-coloured fireworks - burst from her fingertips, exploding in front of the Sentinel, forcing it to recoil in shock. It lost its balance, disappearing from sight with a crash. More screams. The coppery smell of blood.
"Eat plasma!" She yelled, then grabbed us again and, spinning on her heel, tore off in the other direction. I felt sick as I saw the mangled bodies of peoples lying scattered on the ground, lifeless rag dolls that looked like they'd been thrown around. Too much death. Too many dead.
Bile rose, as did tears. I wanted to hurl. It was like - no, it WAS - a massacre.
And why? It was all so senseless.
A low humming noise started up from out of nowhere, shattering my dark musings, and I heard Jubilee swear. "Keep going," She shouted, releasing us and diving to the side. We complied, and a second later something HOT incinerated the area a few steps behind us. We kept running, albeit blindly, and I was too terrifed to look behind me, even as I heard a holler of pain from Jubilee.
And it was at this point when my mother started having a seizure...