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
The X-Men are too late!
Chapter 34
"We're landing." Called a smooth female voice from the front, the jet then dipping from the clouds that lined it's exterior and slipping gracefully down across the bright blue sky, power slowing as it made for land. The large mansion came into view, growing in size as the jet plummeted with precision and grace.
"Urgh." Commented a soft voice from near the back. The blue skinned mutant was clinging to his seat; he never did enjoy the dips of this plane, no matter how expertly Storm carried them out.
"Get a grip." Muttered Logan bitterly, his head dipping sideways to glance out of the front windows, watching the basketball court slide into view before the jet was tilted to a landing position and sank gently down into the opening mechanism of the under ground levels of the basketball court.
Out of the jet the group piled, each bearing a weary expression from the lack of sleep that night. Rogue was carried in Logan's strong arms, held safely to him as the group followed Scott who walked on ahead through the brightly lit corridors of metal, the silvery blue walls glinting with perfect cleanliness.
Through the lab they passed, pausing momentarily to place Rogue upon one of the hospital beds. Onwards they passed, searching for the Professor in order to check on his safety. The silence earlier had been very suspicious. The wooden corridors of the mansion came into view as the X-Men exited the lift, stepping out into the corridor, their footsteps echoing eerily.
"Quiet." Commented Scott softly.
"There will have been no lessons.. But I presume that Charles would have woken them up eventually." Said Storm softly, glancing to her watch as they walked, "It's nearly midday.. The school should be thriving by now."
"Let's split up." Ordered Scot, turning to face the group, "Check classrooms. Something is not right, we need to find Charles."
The group responded unquestioningly, even Aurora, who disappeared off round a corner. Logan however looked derisively at the man called Cyclops. His thick arms folded over his X-Men uniform, whilst a heavily painted brow slanted over usually warm brown eyes that were now lined with cold streaks as he eyed the red shade-wearing mutant.
"Logan, go and look round the North corridor will you?" Said Scott tensely, his own arms folding, "That's an order." He added coldly.
"I take orders from no one. I'll do it on my own accord, a'right?" Came the rugged voice of Logan, smirking, because anger had began to crack at Scott's painfully held expression of neutrality.
Logan sidestepped round the trembling mutant, whose face was creeping into a consorted expression of frustration and anger. A chuckle passed from the lips of the Wolverine who stalked on down the corridor, head lifted as nostrils searched for the Professor.
There it was, that familiar musky scent of Charles crept in, standing out from the usual musty smell of the mansion and it's occupiers. He scanned the area of scent, turning corridors and corners following till it got stronger and pulsated at his brain. However, as he passed closer, he became more worried, for the scent was dull and lifeless, it wasn't bustling with energetic life and general buzz of active senses.
The door of the Professor's room came into view, and round the corner ahead turned Scott, who still had an acid expression as he eyed the figure moving his way. Logan shrugged at this and leaned to knock on the door, as expected, though not wanted, there was no reply. Logan drew his hand back from the door, pausing to frown at this silence. Scott hustled in front, waving Logan out of the way as if he was unimportant. Logan's response was a swift growl, the animal within him itching to go and claw at that stuck up little git.
Scott burst through the door, met by a dull thump and a groan from the floor. Scott peered down suspiciously, holding the door from moving anymore. He looked to what he had hit and saw the floored Professor blinking and staring blearily up at him, the side of the door in contact with his head.
"Smart." Commented Logan, shoving Scott through the doorway and out of his way so he could enter also.
Storm passed down a silent corridor curiously, startling blue eyes peering through exotically coloured strands of white. She gasped as down at the end of the corridor the Professor's wheelchair sat on it's side, metallic wheels glinting in the sunlight which bore from the upper stained glass windows, causing rainbows over the polished oak floors.
She ran over, her heeled boots causing a musical chorus of noise as she hurried over to upright the chair, then wheeling it back through the corridor, continuing to search for the Professor before a loud voice rang the hallways. "Professor's room!"
It was Logan's voice. Undoubtedly he was the one who shouted because his great lungs were the only ones that could create such a cry.
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
The X-Men are too late!
Chapter 34
"We're landing." Called a smooth female voice from the front, the jet then dipping from the clouds that lined it's exterior and slipping gracefully down across the bright blue sky, power slowing as it made for land. The large mansion came into view, growing in size as the jet plummeted with precision and grace.
"Urgh." Commented a soft voice from near the back. The blue skinned mutant was clinging to his seat; he never did enjoy the dips of this plane, no matter how expertly Storm carried them out.
"Get a grip." Muttered Logan bitterly, his head dipping sideways to glance out of the front windows, watching the basketball court slide into view before the jet was tilted to a landing position and sank gently down into the opening mechanism of the under ground levels of the basketball court.
Out of the jet the group piled, each bearing a weary expression from the lack of sleep that night. Rogue was carried in Logan's strong arms, held safely to him as the group followed Scott who walked on ahead through the brightly lit corridors of metal, the silvery blue walls glinting with perfect cleanliness.
Through the lab they passed, pausing momentarily to place Rogue upon one of the hospital beds. Onwards they passed, searching for the Professor in order to check on his safety. The silence earlier had been very suspicious. The wooden corridors of the mansion came into view as the X-Men exited the lift, stepping out into the corridor, their footsteps echoing eerily.
"Quiet." Commented Scott softly.
"There will have been no lessons.. But I presume that Charles would have woken them up eventually." Said Storm softly, glancing to her watch as they walked, "It's nearly midday.. The school should be thriving by now."
"Let's split up." Ordered Scot, turning to face the group, "Check classrooms. Something is not right, we need to find Charles."
The group responded unquestioningly, even Aurora, who disappeared off round a corner. Logan however looked derisively at the man called Cyclops. His thick arms folded over his X-Men uniform, whilst a heavily painted brow slanted over usually warm brown eyes that were now lined with cold streaks as he eyed the red shade-wearing mutant.
"Logan, go and look round the North corridor will you?" Said Scott tensely, his own arms folding, "That's an order." He added coldly.
"I take orders from no one. I'll do it on my own accord, a'right?" Came the rugged voice of Logan, smirking, because anger had began to crack at Scott's painfully held expression of neutrality.
Logan sidestepped round the trembling mutant, whose face was creeping into a consorted expression of frustration and anger. A chuckle passed from the lips of the Wolverine who stalked on down the corridor, head lifted as nostrils searched for the Professor.
There it was, that familiar musky scent of Charles crept in, standing out from the usual musty smell of the mansion and it's occupiers. He scanned the area of scent, turning corridors and corners following till it got stronger and pulsated at his brain. However, as he passed closer, he became more worried, for the scent was dull and lifeless, it wasn't bustling with energetic life and general buzz of active senses.
The door of the Professor's room came into view, and round the corner ahead turned Scott, who still had an acid expression as he eyed the figure moving his way. Logan shrugged at this and leaned to knock on the door, as expected, though not wanted, there was no reply. Logan drew his hand back from the door, pausing to frown at this silence. Scott hustled in front, waving Logan out of the way as if he was unimportant. Logan's response was a swift growl, the animal within him itching to go and claw at that stuck up little git.
Scott burst through the door, met by a dull thump and a groan from the floor. Scott peered down suspiciously, holding the door from moving anymore. He looked to what he had hit and saw the floored Professor blinking and staring blearily up at him, the side of the door in contact with his head.
"Smart." Commented Logan, shoving Scott through the doorway and out of his way so he could enter also.
Storm passed down a silent corridor curiously, startling blue eyes peering through exotically coloured strands of white. She gasped as down at the end of the corridor the Professor's wheelchair sat on it's side, metallic wheels glinting in the sunlight which bore from the upper stained glass windows, causing rainbows over the polished oak floors.
She ran over, her heeled boots causing a musical chorus of noise as she hurried over to upright the chair, then wheeling it back through the corridor, continuing to search for the Professor before a loud voice rang the hallways. "Professor's room!"
It was Logan's voice. Undoubtedly he was the one who shouted because his great lungs were the only ones that could create such a cry.
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
