Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora and any
new characters that you don't recognise. Plot is mine though.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
I only got the review from bhello201/b just as I had finished this chapter! But thank you for the review, and I am updating, every day in fact! :P And yup, there will be some romance eventually. Don't want to shove it in too early though, need to get some action going. (:
That review really wanted me to continue. The only reason I've got this far was because of the reviews I've got. The motto is: "Want more stuff? Review you must!" (Ok, so that was rather lame.. o.o)
Chapter 10
Throughout the school confused murmurings and hushed voices echoed. However, the X-Men had responded to this much more hurriedly. Charles was now out upon the corridor from his room, looking round. Several doors slammed and Storm ran out of her room, further on down the corridor Scott exited.
"What is it Professor? What was the noise?" Said Storm hurriedly.
"Logan." Replied Charles firmly. He looked to Storm, about to speak when Kurt poofed into place beside Storm, looking round, muttering a German prayer.
"Kurt! Can you go round the student rooms, tell them to go to the main library and exit through the third large bookcase. Stay with them. Get the students to safety. Stay in the room until we all return." Charles nodded, "I'm choosing you because your teleporting skills will mean quicker news is spread."
Kurt nodded and disappeared obeyingly.
"Scott, Storm. Come, we must get to Logan."
Charles's eyes then closed and reopened in a flash, "Main entrance. Left corridor."
As soon as these words had been said the whole group set off in the direction of this destination.
Logan and Orion were battling it out, the discs had hit his chest and blood had stained the pale shirt he wore. At such a close range the discs were too hard to use, so it had sunk to a fight involving all claws and strength.
Orion let out a growl, raising her hands and striking them at his chest, blood pumping out and staining his shirt more, they however slowly healed as time went on.
Logan roared and kicking her heavily, doubling her over before striking his claws to her back. An agonised scream was evolved from Orion, once recovered from the pain she flipped, sending Logan with her and dropping him heavily to the floor.
Logan shifted from the floor, grabbing her round the neck and holding her back firmly to his chest. His left hand hit firmly at her throat, claws sinking through and out the other side.
Orion staggered forward and hit the floor with a wet thump, blood oozed at a dangerous rate from this wound, creating a bloodied pool around her. She gasped softly, looking to Logan from the floor, a palm facing his direction and sending a single disc at him at such a speed, it spun through the air then ruptured through his shirt and disappeared into his chest which then bled heavily in reply to the weapon.
Round the corner appeared Charles. Scott and Storm stood by his side. Orion still remained on the floor, her healing abilities having difficulty in repairing such a bad wound. Out of her palms shot four discs, each opponent getting one sent their way.
Logan raised his hand to slashed away at the disc, which spun off at the strike of the claws, hit the wall then bounced back and sliced his forehead before it cut through the window, shattering it and disappearing outside. Logan let out a growl, dropping weakly on his knees. His chest wounds wouldn't heal, the blades remained firmly lodged in and every time the flesh shifted to heal they cut it through again.
As the remaining three aimed for the other X-Men, the ground began to rumble slowly. Storm was stood firmly as the others began to shake as the building shook and thundered slowly. Every window smashed suddenly and a heavy wind streaked through, knocking the spinning discs off path and sending two out of the windows. One however was still aimed for Charles and a beam of red light from Cyclops blasted it suddenly. It shuddered in its path and dropped to the floor.
Storm hurried over the debris towards Logan, dropping behind him, "Logan! Are you alright?"
A soft rumble from his throat was a reply. His head shifted gently, the gash on his forehead healing. He turned his head, cracking the joints, "Storm." He gasped softly, wincing in pain, "I can't.." He faded off, lifting his shirt and looking down upon the three bleeding gashes, which had spiked discs firmly in places.
"Oh God..." Said Storm softly, her hands reaching forward and resting at the wounds, un-sure of what to do.
Logan did, his hands lifted and he grabbed one of the discs, ripping it out of his chest. He let out a loud growl, hands shaking gently as he pulled out the rest, a painful noise following each time.
The bleeding gashes now began to heal up, bloodied discs littering the floor.
Orion had now sat up, her throat healed. She smirked, glancing out of the window. A helicopter was passing over, a strobe light blinding the mansion. Before the X-Men could work out what was happening, the last window was smashed in by a shiny blue body that catapulted through and kicked at Scott's face, sending his visor spinning off which Orion caught.
Scott let out a yell, red lasers streaming fiercely from his eyes in the direction he had just been looking, and so the lasers struck Logan directly in the face. The corridor was filled with a series of screams, yells, and shouts.
Logan shot back across the corridor; almost hitting the wall before he was suspended in the air, head drooped and limbs loose, unconscious.
Scott gasped softly, his eyes firmly shut now. Mystique dropped calmly to the floor, smirking. She stepped forward, leaning gently beside Scott and speaking, her voice was Charles's, "Open your eyes.. You'll get the enemy. Do it! Now!"
"No!" Came Storm's voice, followed by Charles's his eyes closing. He was trying to control Mystique. It failed, because she had now metamorped into his form, it was too much for his power to manipulate himself.
"Now Scott!" Came a desperate voice from the fake Professor.
"Scott! No!" Said Storm hysterically, shaking her head in empathy.
"That's not the real Storm, it's Mystique... Trust me." Whispered the fake Charles.
Scott looked in the direction of Storm's voice and slowly opened his eyes, "Ok Professor."
The red lasers struck from his eyes and hit Storm; her screams drowned out by the shouts from the real Charles, "NO!"
Storm hit the far wall with a sickening thud and she dropped to the floor where she lay still.
Logan was still floating oddly in the air, no signs of life in him either.
Scott had his eyes firmly shut now, gasping softly for he realised he had done the wrong thing.
"Oh dear me. We're not on form today are we." Came a cold voice. Magneto floated in through a broken window, landing calmly atop the debris, one hand was lifted, controlling Logan.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
I only got the review from bhello201/b just as I had finished this chapter! But thank you for the review, and I am updating, every day in fact! :P And yup, there will be some romance eventually. Don't want to shove it in too early though, need to get some action going. (:
That review really wanted me to continue. The only reason I've got this far was because of the reviews I've got. The motto is: "Want more stuff? Review you must!" (Ok, so that was rather lame.. o.o)
Chapter 10
Throughout the school confused murmurings and hushed voices echoed. However, the X-Men had responded to this much more hurriedly. Charles was now out upon the corridor from his room, looking round. Several doors slammed and Storm ran out of her room, further on down the corridor Scott exited.
"What is it Professor? What was the noise?" Said Storm hurriedly.
"Logan." Replied Charles firmly. He looked to Storm, about to speak when Kurt poofed into place beside Storm, looking round, muttering a German prayer.
"Kurt! Can you go round the student rooms, tell them to go to the main library and exit through the third large bookcase. Stay with them. Get the students to safety. Stay in the room until we all return." Charles nodded, "I'm choosing you because your teleporting skills will mean quicker news is spread."
Kurt nodded and disappeared obeyingly.
"Scott, Storm. Come, we must get to Logan."
Charles's eyes then closed and reopened in a flash, "Main entrance. Left corridor."
As soon as these words had been said the whole group set off in the direction of this destination.
Logan and Orion were battling it out, the discs had hit his chest and blood had stained the pale shirt he wore. At such a close range the discs were too hard to use, so it had sunk to a fight involving all claws and strength.
Orion let out a growl, raising her hands and striking them at his chest, blood pumping out and staining his shirt more, they however slowly healed as time went on.
Logan roared and kicking her heavily, doubling her over before striking his claws to her back. An agonised scream was evolved from Orion, once recovered from the pain she flipped, sending Logan with her and dropping him heavily to the floor.
Logan shifted from the floor, grabbing her round the neck and holding her back firmly to his chest. His left hand hit firmly at her throat, claws sinking through and out the other side.
Orion staggered forward and hit the floor with a wet thump, blood oozed at a dangerous rate from this wound, creating a bloodied pool around her. She gasped softly, looking to Logan from the floor, a palm facing his direction and sending a single disc at him at such a speed, it spun through the air then ruptured through his shirt and disappeared into his chest which then bled heavily in reply to the weapon.
Round the corner appeared Charles. Scott and Storm stood by his side. Orion still remained on the floor, her healing abilities having difficulty in repairing such a bad wound. Out of her palms shot four discs, each opponent getting one sent their way.
Logan raised his hand to slashed away at the disc, which spun off at the strike of the claws, hit the wall then bounced back and sliced his forehead before it cut through the window, shattering it and disappearing outside. Logan let out a growl, dropping weakly on his knees. His chest wounds wouldn't heal, the blades remained firmly lodged in and every time the flesh shifted to heal they cut it through again.
As the remaining three aimed for the other X-Men, the ground began to rumble slowly. Storm was stood firmly as the others began to shake as the building shook and thundered slowly. Every window smashed suddenly and a heavy wind streaked through, knocking the spinning discs off path and sending two out of the windows. One however was still aimed for Charles and a beam of red light from Cyclops blasted it suddenly. It shuddered in its path and dropped to the floor.
Storm hurried over the debris towards Logan, dropping behind him, "Logan! Are you alright?"
A soft rumble from his throat was a reply. His head shifted gently, the gash on his forehead healing. He turned his head, cracking the joints, "Storm." He gasped softly, wincing in pain, "I can't.." He faded off, lifting his shirt and looking down upon the three bleeding gashes, which had spiked discs firmly in places.
"Oh God..." Said Storm softly, her hands reaching forward and resting at the wounds, un-sure of what to do.
Logan did, his hands lifted and he grabbed one of the discs, ripping it out of his chest. He let out a loud growl, hands shaking gently as he pulled out the rest, a painful noise following each time.
The bleeding gashes now began to heal up, bloodied discs littering the floor.
Orion had now sat up, her throat healed. She smirked, glancing out of the window. A helicopter was passing over, a strobe light blinding the mansion. Before the X-Men could work out what was happening, the last window was smashed in by a shiny blue body that catapulted through and kicked at Scott's face, sending his visor spinning off which Orion caught.
Scott let out a yell, red lasers streaming fiercely from his eyes in the direction he had just been looking, and so the lasers struck Logan directly in the face. The corridor was filled with a series of screams, yells, and shouts.
Logan shot back across the corridor; almost hitting the wall before he was suspended in the air, head drooped and limbs loose, unconscious.
Scott gasped softly, his eyes firmly shut now. Mystique dropped calmly to the floor, smirking. She stepped forward, leaning gently beside Scott and speaking, her voice was Charles's, "Open your eyes.. You'll get the enemy. Do it! Now!"
"No!" Came Storm's voice, followed by Charles's his eyes closing. He was trying to control Mystique. It failed, because she had now metamorped into his form, it was too much for his power to manipulate himself.
"Now Scott!" Came a desperate voice from the fake Professor.
"Scott! No!" Said Storm hysterically, shaking her head in empathy.
"That's not the real Storm, it's Mystique... Trust me." Whispered the fake Charles.
Scott looked in the direction of Storm's voice and slowly opened his eyes, "Ok Professor."
The red lasers struck from his eyes and hit Storm; her screams drowned out by the shouts from the real Charles, "NO!"
Storm hit the far wall with a sickening thud and she dropped to the floor where she lay still.
Logan was still floating oddly in the air, no signs of life in him either.
Scott had his eyes firmly shut now, gasping softly for he realised he had done the wrong thing.
"Oh dear me. We're not on form today are we." Came a cold voice. Magneto floated in through a broken window, landing calmly atop the debris, one hand was lifted, controlling Logan.
