Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora, Rian,
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
I know.. I know. You're either gonna love me or hate me, but I've even got plans now for a 3rd fic, each one leading off from this. So, expect two sequels in the future from me! (: I did plan writing an entirely different story, but I love the characters I have created and really want to keep them, plus they all have some background from what's going to happen in this fic.
Chapter 47
Bobby found himself being dragged towards consciousness and his eyes opened to joyfully relieve his mind, worried by its silence. He could hear a faint voice in the distance of his drowsy form, it was Magneto's voice, strong and alert it was. He couldn't make out the words.
A cold form of panic gripped at his chest as he faintly realized what had happened. Blurred forms passed around him and a hazy gold light travelled from the windows. Lids lifted completely and he could see students travelling back towards their cells and the shade of gold was in fact the sun, just on it's way to sinking from it's high position.
Once more the panic clutched his insides, he was going to help them all! He was going to ensure freedom for every mutant captured here. And he couldn't, it was too late. They'd have to wait till tomorrow and endure another fitful night in the dank prison cells.
Before he had even managed to lift his head from the floor, thick arms grabbed at his neck and shoulders and he found himself being carried back to the dull gloomy corridor of cells. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Pyro stood beside Magneto, watching this in a helpless fashion, his arms hung by his sides, no lighter in his palm. Pyro looked lost without it, his hands fidgeting for the provider of his powers.
As Bobby was carried away, still slightly drowsy, he saw the sky darken gradually through the windows that he passed, clouds rolled over as the storm travelled across the country.
The rain still poured down upon the flight of the jet. The weather had got worse, for the purple and grey clouds dominated the horizon, no clear sky in sight. Storm sighed softly, her head shaking, "I'm going to have to clear this up, we can hardly see."
Scott shook his head gently, "We can't Storm, not at this hour. The humans will notice if it suddenly stops raining above them but not elsewhere."
Storm sighed, gripping the steering device firmly, "Well.. How long will it be now?"
Scott leaned forward, peering down at the monitor set into the metalwork, "We're almost there, I'd say ten minutes or so."
Storm nodded, "We'll be alright then, look, it's on the radar now." A slim index finger pointed to a large red dot on the radar screen. Her head lifted and she called back in a commanding fashion, "We're landing!"
Aurora jerked at the call, eyes peering in blurred slits before they opened. She yawned a little before blinking around drowsily; trying to work out what woke her. Logan peered down at the movement beneath his arm and he lifted his arm away from her, "We're landing now." He repeated for her benefit.
Aurora sat up straight, conscious of the arm that had been upon her, "Oh.. Alright." She said faintly, standing and making way to her seat. Scott eyed her curiously as she sat, belting herself in.
Logan followed, a little thrown off by her quick exit of his presence. He shrugged it off, taking a seat in his own chair and fastening up the belts. Now, all the X-Men were firmly in their seats, Kurt had returned to his own.
The jet swooped calmly downwards, gradually lowering as it made way for a large stretch of concrete beside the building that was their destination.
From inside his cell Bobby lifted his head urgently; he could hear the faint sounds of the jet. A look of recognition passed his features and he turned his head to whisper through the same crack in the wall, "They're here!"
Excited mutterings passed around the corridor, each student finding out one- way or another. Granite peered curiously down into the cells, puzzled on their sudden uplift of mood.
Magneto glared through one of the barred windows as he spotted the dark dot come down upon them, "X-Men.." He growled under his breath. He turned to the rest of his group, thumbing the exit, "Get out there."
The jet landed gracefully upon the concrete and the X-Men crept out warily, each one readying powers or lifting a limb to the part of their body that supplied powers. As they came upon the silent area, they had begun to doubt the possibility of inhabitants. However, through the pouring rain and dim surroundings, four figures exited loudly from the main entrance.
"Be ready.." Whispered Scott as the figures advanced.
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
I know.. I know. You're either gonna love me or hate me, but I've even got plans now for a 3rd fic, each one leading off from this. So, expect two sequels in the future from me! (: I did plan writing an entirely different story, but I love the characters I have created and really want to keep them, plus they all have some background from what's going to happen in this fic.
Chapter 47
Bobby found himself being dragged towards consciousness and his eyes opened to joyfully relieve his mind, worried by its silence. He could hear a faint voice in the distance of his drowsy form, it was Magneto's voice, strong and alert it was. He couldn't make out the words.
A cold form of panic gripped at his chest as he faintly realized what had happened. Blurred forms passed around him and a hazy gold light travelled from the windows. Lids lifted completely and he could see students travelling back towards their cells and the shade of gold was in fact the sun, just on it's way to sinking from it's high position.
Once more the panic clutched his insides, he was going to help them all! He was going to ensure freedom for every mutant captured here. And he couldn't, it was too late. They'd have to wait till tomorrow and endure another fitful night in the dank prison cells.
Before he had even managed to lift his head from the floor, thick arms grabbed at his neck and shoulders and he found himself being carried back to the dull gloomy corridor of cells. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Pyro stood beside Magneto, watching this in a helpless fashion, his arms hung by his sides, no lighter in his palm. Pyro looked lost without it, his hands fidgeting for the provider of his powers.
As Bobby was carried away, still slightly drowsy, he saw the sky darken gradually through the windows that he passed, clouds rolled over as the storm travelled across the country.
The rain still poured down upon the flight of the jet. The weather had got worse, for the purple and grey clouds dominated the horizon, no clear sky in sight. Storm sighed softly, her head shaking, "I'm going to have to clear this up, we can hardly see."
Scott shook his head gently, "We can't Storm, not at this hour. The humans will notice if it suddenly stops raining above them but not elsewhere."
Storm sighed, gripping the steering device firmly, "Well.. How long will it be now?"
Scott leaned forward, peering down at the monitor set into the metalwork, "We're almost there, I'd say ten minutes or so."
Storm nodded, "We'll be alright then, look, it's on the radar now." A slim index finger pointed to a large red dot on the radar screen. Her head lifted and she called back in a commanding fashion, "We're landing!"
Aurora jerked at the call, eyes peering in blurred slits before they opened. She yawned a little before blinking around drowsily; trying to work out what woke her. Logan peered down at the movement beneath his arm and he lifted his arm away from her, "We're landing now." He repeated for her benefit.
Aurora sat up straight, conscious of the arm that had been upon her, "Oh.. Alright." She said faintly, standing and making way to her seat. Scott eyed her curiously as she sat, belting herself in.
Logan followed, a little thrown off by her quick exit of his presence. He shrugged it off, taking a seat in his own chair and fastening up the belts. Now, all the X-Men were firmly in their seats, Kurt had returned to his own.
The jet swooped calmly downwards, gradually lowering as it made way for a large stretch of concrete beside the building that was their destination.
From inside his cell Bobby lifted his head urgently; he could hear the faint sounds of the jet. A look of recognition passed his features and he turned his head to whisper through the same crack in the wall, "They're here!"
Excited mutterings passed around the corridor, each student finding out one- way or another. Granite peered curiously down into the cells, puzzled on their sudden uplift of mood.
Magneto glared through one of the barred windows as he spotted the dark dot come down upon them, "X-Men.." He growled under his breath. He turned to the rest of his group, thumbing the exit, "Get out there."
The jet landed gracefully upon the concrete and the X-Men crept out warily, each one readying powers or lifting a limb to the part of their body that supplied powers. As they came upon the silent area, they had begun to doubt the possibility of inhabitants. However, through the pouring rain and dim surroundings, four figures exited loudly from the main entrance.
"Be ready.." Whispered Scott as the figures advanced.
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
