Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora, Granite
and Serpentine, and the weapons I gave to Orion, plus her name. But the
character itself remains Marvel's. Plot is mine though.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Thank you so much for the reviews folks! *hugs all* Sych77 Your review was review 63 so we're not on 70 just yet! :P Right then, let's see what Logan and co is up to.
Chapter 31
"Grab her!" Shrieked a voice furiously through the halls. The owner of the voice ripping a door upon and stalking onto the corridor brandishing an index finger in the direction of running footsteps. The voice belonged to Senator Brooks who was frantically ordering groups of weapon wielding forces down on the path of the Wolverine and her once captive mutant.
Groups responded to their orders abruptly, furious commands being barked after them as they ran after the man who had stolen their mutant. Bullets now began to fire furiously the sound roaring throughout the building. Bullets struck any object in view, sinking into walls and smashing through light bulbs, sending corridors into darkness.
Logan pushed on, holding Rogue close to him as he speeded to get ahead of the thunderous explosions of bullets as they fired. The once lit corridor just suddenly got thrown into darkness, causing Logan to stop, gasping softly from the running. He glared around, trying to make out his surroundings. His eyes strained and ears tried to grab any sound. Panic flooded through his veins tensing and strangling his windpipe, leaving him gasping and he turned his head hearing footsteps turning the corner that was at the very far end. He reached a new stage, a tidal wave of turmoil drowning him in a state that caused he flesh to freeze and his insides to writhe amongst ice.
His head turned slowly, eyes catching something glinting in the faint torchlight from the on coming rifle bearers. Logan reached forward, grabbing the rung of a ladder. Panting, he couldn't express his luck and he shimmied expertly up the ladder, clutching Rogue in one thick arm of strength. He thrust open a trapdoor, claws slicing the lock clean away to land and clatter to the floor. The sound caused bullets to fire rapidly, bouncing off rungs of the ladder. Logan heaved himself through the open door, collapsing now onto the roof of the building, Rogue sinking from his arms to the floor.
For a few seconds, a sense of pure safety awashed over his churning insides, but it was short lived. For through the open trapdoor, a single bullet struck through and ripped through the tough leather of Logan's right boot. A howl of anguish shattered the night air; even the stars stopped twinkling to witness this terrible sound of pain. Logan dragged his foot from the open trapdoor, peering cautiously down, meanwhile wincing from the increasing pain of the bullet, which had shredded into his foot. The gravel that lined the roof was slowly staining and blood leaked from his injured foot.
Three unsheathed claws thrusted through the helmet and skull of the first head that dared to lift into the crisp light of the moon. A scream that match Logan's shuddered the silence, and the body dropped from the rungs to land sickeningly upon the floor, team mates glancing at each other in intense worry. Logan threw the trapdoor down giving it a hefty punch to dint the metal and keep it firmly shut.
Logan turned, dropping down upon his rear, still panting, sweat trickling from damp hair and over a creased brow that lidded a furious glare that was being seared at pain and unhappiness. He dragged his right boot off, groaning as blood spilled freely as it was removed, staining the darkened gravel even more so. Rogue remained hunched, the same position as she was dropped. She had remained unhurt, and no marks lingered over her soft flesh.
Then a few floors below, the X-Men were running straight into the path of weapons.
Aurora ran ahead, paws making contact with the metal floors silently. Behind her the remaining X-Men struggled to keep up. But suddenly, Aurora slammed herself to a halt, paws pressing down to stop her powerful body of stealth.
"What is it?" Cried Storm, staring ahead into the dim surroundings.
Aurora glanced upwards, sniffing, before anything else was said, she turned, bolting down across the corridor and bursting through a set of double doors then out into the night. In a panic, the X-Men ran after her.
The trapdoor was being banged at constantly, and Logan was sure it was ready to break. He was still sat on the floor, nursing a slowly healing foot, but the bullet had got firmly wedged in, and it was taking a while for it to be relieved from the fresh wounds.
Logan's head suddenly lifted and he could hear a helicopter rising. Looking around frantically, Logan spotted a shining beast of metal rising over the roof, the moonlight causing it to shimmer triumphantly. The side door was wide upon and Senator Brook was leaning out a little, a rifle held up, ready to fire.
Logan's breath got trapped in his throat and he made a grab for Rogue and pulled her behind a stack of bricks that made a chimney. He could hear the helicopter moving forward, and suddenly bullets fired, springing off the bricks sharply. He threw Rogue to the floor, using his own body as a shield in case any bullets passed their way.
Another hum of an engine came into the dull buzz that was roaring at Logan's temples, he recognized the sound instantly, the Blackbird! The stairs had dropped down and Scott was stood on the steps, holding onto the craft and he cried out across the thunderous din of sound, "LOGAN!!"
The bullets still fired, even as the Blackbird approached. Logan lifted his head to peer over; the monstrous plane dwarfed the helicopter. He stared at the shouting figure on the stairs. Gasping, he grabbed Rogue to him and limped across the roof. Trying to dodge oncoming bullets.
Even with the entire roaring of engines and clacking of bullets, he heard an odd creak beneath his weak footsteps. Glancing down he saw a large hole to his left, and the remaining roof cracked sharply, slowly, the line weaving it's way across Logan's path. The roof gave in, material splintering and snapping the noise slamming the sound of engines and gunfire. The rubble smashed to the lower floors, sending destruction as it collided in. Logan cried out heartedly as he fell along with the rubble. His free arm unleashed claws and he grabbed onto the remaining splintering beam of wood that was left of his part of the roof. The gunfire had paused and he could all of a sudden hear cries from the Blackbird, screaming his name and Rogue's.
The helicopter came flying over his spot where he hung on, not for his life, but for Rogue's, for if he fell, his body would plummet three floors down and his cushion would be Rogue's lifeless body. He gasped, terrified brown eyes staring up as the helicopter hovered, the Senator's face glaring down at him. She was readying the gun, determination lining her face. Droplets of rain had began to fall from the rolling dark clouds, cool splashes of water landing on Logan's dirtied face streaking it with runs of fresh clear skin.
He couldn't decide what to do, he couldn't drop, it would kill him and Rogue, and he couldn't stay there, for they'd shoot him down then grab Rogue.
He didn't need to decide for no longer, for a terrorizing amount of power had just blasted from the sky, an invisible force slamming the helicopter out of it's path and sending it freewheeling into the sky. Rain fell horizontally with the magnificent wind and lightning lit up the purpled sky. The Blackbird now replaced his view and he saw Kurt clambering down the steps beside Scott.
All he could think of was that Rogue was safe as Kurt slid him arms round the pair when he arrived in the familiar scent of blue smoke and teleported them to shelter.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Thank you so much for the reviews folks! *hugs all* Sych77 Your review was review 63 so we're not on 70 just yet! :P Right then, let's see what Logan and co is up to.
Chapter 31
"Grab her!" Shrieked a voice furiously through the halls. The owner of the voice ripping a door upon and stalking onto the corridor brandishing an index finger in the direction of running footsteps. The voice belonged to Senator Brooks who was frantically ordering groups of weapon wielding forces down on the path of the Wolverine and her once captive mutant.
Groups responded to their orders abruptly, furious commands being barked after them as they ran after the man who had stolen their mutant. Bullets now began to fire furiously the sound roaring throughout the building. Bullets struck any object in view, sinking into walls and smashing through light bulbs, sending corridors into darkness.
Logan pushed on, holding Rogue close to him as he speeded to get ahead of the thunderous explosions of bullets as they fired. The once lit corridor just suddenly got thrown into darkness, causing Logan to stop, gasping softly from the running. He glared around, trying to make out his surroundings. His eyes strained and ears tried to grab any sound. Panic flooded through his veins tensing and strangling his windpipe, leaving him gasping and he turned his head hearing footsteps turning the corner that was at the very far end. He reached a new stage, a tidal wave of turmoil drowning him in a state that caused he flesh to freeze and his insides to writhe amongst ice.
His head turned slowly, eyes catching something glinting in the faint torchlight from the on coming rifle bearers. Logan reached forward, grabbing the rung of a ladder. Panting, he couldn't express his luck and he shimmied expertly up the ladder, clutching Rogue in one thick arm of strength. He thrust open a trapdoor, claws slicing the lock clean away to land and clatter to the floor. The sound caused bullets to fire rapidly, bouncing off rungs of the ladder. Logan heaved himself through the open door, collapsing now onto the roof of the building, Rogue sinking from his arms to the floor.
For a few seconds, a sense of pure safety awashed over his churning insides, but it was short lived. For through the open trapdoor, a single bullet struck through and ripped through the tough leather of Logan's right boot. A howl of anguish shattered the night air; even the stars stopped twinkling to witness this terrible sound of pain. Logan dragged his foot from the open trapdoor, peering cautiously down, meanwhile wincing from the increasing pain of the bullet, which had shredded into his foot. The gravel that lined the roof was slowly staining and blood leaked from his injured foot.
Three unsheathed claws thrusted through the helmet and skull of the first head that dared to lift into the crisp light of the moon. A scream that match Logan's shuddered the silence, and the body dropped from the rungs to land sickeningly upon the floor, team mates glancing at each other in intense worry. Logan threw the trapdoor down giving it a hefty punch to dint the metal and keep it firmly shut.
Logan turned, dropping down upon his rear, still panting, sweat trickling from damp hair and over a creased brow that lidded a furious glare that was being seared at pain and unhappiness. He dragged his right boot off, groaning as blood spilled freely as it was removed, staining the darkened gravel even more so. Rogue remained hunched, the same position as she was dropped. She had remained unhurt, and no marks lingered over her soft flesh.
Then a few floors below, the X-Men were running straight into the path of weapons.
Aurora ran ahead, paws making contact with the metal floors silently. Behind her the remaining X-Men struggled to keep up. But suddenly, Aurora slammed herself to a halt, paws pressing down to stop her powerful body of stealth.
"What is it?" Cried Storm, staring ahead into the dim surroundings.
Aurora glanced upwards, sniffing, before anything else was said, she turned, bolting down across the corridor and bursting through a set of double doors then out into the night. In a panic, the X-Men ran after her.
The trapdoor was being banged at constantly, and Logan was sure it was ready to break. He was still sat on the floor, nursing a slowly healing foot, but the bullet had got firmly wedged in, and it was taking a while for it to be relieved from the fresh wounds.
Logan's head suddenly lifted and he could hear a helicopter rising. Looking around frantically, Logan spotted a shining beast of metal rising over the roof, the moonlight causing it to shimmer triumphantly. The side door was wide upon and Senator Brook was leaning out a little, a rifle held up, ready to fire.
Logan's breath got trapped in his throat and he made a grab for Rogue and pulled her behind a stack of bricks that made a chimney. He could hear the helicopter moving forward, and suddenly bullets fired, springing off the bricks sharply. He threw Rogue to the floor, using his own body as a shield in case any bullets passed their way.
Another hum of an engine came into the dull buzz that was roaring at Logan's temples, he recognized the sound instantly, the Blackbird! The stairs had dropped down and Scott was stood on the steps, holding onto the craft and he cried out across the thunderous din of sound, "LOGAN!!"
The bullets still fired, even as the Blackbird approached. Logan lifted his head to peer over; the monstrous plane dwarfed the helicopter. He stared at the shouting figure on the stairs. Gasping, he grabbed Rogue to him and limped across the roof. Trying to dodge oncoming bullets.
Even with the entire roaring of engines and clacking of bullets, he heard an odd creak beneath his weak footsteps. Glancing down he saw a large hole to his left, and the remaining roof cracked sharply, slowly, the line weaving it's way across Logan's path. The roof gave in, material splintering and snapping the noise slamming the sound of engines and gunfire. The rubble smashed to the lower floors, sending destruction as it collided in. Logan cried out heartedly as he fell along with the rubble. His free arm unleashed claws and he grabbed onto the remaining splintering beam of wood that was left of his part of the roof. The gunfire had paused and he could all of a sudden hear cries from the Blackbird, screaming his name and Rogue's.
The helicopter came flying over his spot where he hung on, not for his life, but for Rogue's, for if he fell, his body would plummet three floors down and his cushion would be Rogue's lifeless body. He gasped, terrified brown eyes staring up as the helicopter hovered, the Senator's face glaring down at him. She was readying the gun, determination lining her face. Droplets of rain had began to fall from the rolling dark clouds, cool splashes of water landing on Logan's dirtied face streaking it with runs of fresh clear skin.
He couldn't decide what to do, he couldn't drop, it would kill him and Rogue, and he couldn't stay there, for they'd shoot him down then grab Rogue.
He didn't need to decide for no longer, for a terrorizing amount of power had just blasted from the sky, an invisible force slamming the helicopter out of it's path and sending it freewheeling into the sky. Rain fell horizontally with the magnificent wind and lightning lit up the purpled sky. The Blackbird now replaced his view and he saw Kurt clambering down the steps beside Scott.
All he could think of was that Rogue was safe as Kurt slid him arms round the pair when he arrived in the familiar scent of blue smoke and teleported them to shelter.
