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'm hoping you like these last few chapters! Not long to go, this story will be ending soon! That is until the sequel gets running. I'll probably just continue easily, so expect to see it up the day after the ending of this one. In my last chapter I shall leave note of the name.
Happy reading (or not, this is quite an gloomy chapter)
Chapter 52
His strength had vanished. He had no willpower, no care, no need. He had no reason to belong. Insides had frozen, with guilt or grief, he didn't know. He lay with his back firmly pressed to the floor, immobile. Serpentine atop, pummelling hits into his chest. He didn't react. He didn't notice. He had gone numb with disbelief and heartache.
His mind ran endlessly. Her every word, her every appearance, every emotion she gave him. Every bit of happiness he had received. Every single feature that lined her face that he wished to keep so perfect in his mind. But the more his chest heaved, the more his lungs ran cold with anguish, they trickled out. Like water in cupped palms.
And there he lay. Attacks bruising and cutting his flesh. Blood seeping and staining, twisting through the ripped material to travel to the floor. He stared at the ceiling. It was as if he wasn't there. He wasn't being attacked; he wasn't part of the X-Men. Just a spectator. A witness.
That's what he wanted to be. He wanted to shut it all out and return to a normal life. He wanted to be without emotion, without feelings. He was lost. Torn. He wished he wasn't a X-Man, he wasn't a mutant. He wished he had never met Stryker, Xavier or any of them. Why couldn't he have just shut himself out and lived a clockwork life in a clockwork world. Everything running the same, no change. To work and home, a wife, kids. What he would give to not experience this moment.
He'd give everything.
Then, like the blows he received to his stomach he gasped. Winded with the strike and by realisation. He sat up suddenly, his body thrown upright as blood rushed and adrenaline pumped round his nerves. The weight that was upon him was suddenly noticed. And his frozen soul breathed.
The weight then left. Disappeared. Straining his eyes he saw Serpentine being dragged back, arms round her whilst she hissed and snapped viciously. She escaped the grip, bounding up the stairs to continue to maul Logan. Logan watched with a small amount of interest. His eyes lazily taking in the figure that pounded towards him. Suddenly she was moving faster, coming at such a speed. Her face was etched with a panic and she staggered over Logan, unstoppable. Behind her stood Storm, arms raised to the sky as she beckoned the weather from the heavens. Wind spiralled up the staircase, gales billowing around his form. It almost felt spiritual from the current situation.
Serpentine screamed and then was silenced. Her body was flung easily out of the window that stood tall at the top of the staircase. Fifteen feet of glass smashed as her body flailed threw. Limbs limp. The eruption of glass sliced through the air, drawing relief from the wounds it created of the roaring blast.
Explosion ended. Silence entered the room and lingered, daring someone to speak. Logan lifted his head and eyes cast down to his teammates. But they still weren't done. Mystique fought on, Granite joined, both now a little dazed by the loss of their colleague. The groups fighting ventured towards the stairs, quite by accident. Seizing the chance, Logan found a fresh surge of urgency within him, as if wings had lifted his soul. He sprung from the railings of the staircase and landed neatly before scrambling over to Aurora in an unplanned fashion. He plunged to his knees, desperately, desperately.
Her body was on the floor in a sprawled fashion, legs bent and splayed at odd angles, limbs twisted and spread whilst her head cradled the dusty concrete, bent towards her chest as if she was desperate for the knowledge of her living warmth. Logan ripped off his second glove; the other one had been shredded to rags. He balanced his palms to Aurora's cheeks; lifting her head in his large warm hands. Palms embraced her pale cheeks, trying to force his warmth to run through her.
The sounds of fighting were blocked from his mind. No one else existed. No one else mattered. It was just he and his Aurora. The one man and his wolf. The two metal mutants that was proud to be one. A whole. They had each other, and without they didn't work properly, malfunctioned. Two halves made their world whole.
His head crouched to hers, eyes full of pleading as he watched her silent face. He could hear her pulse, the steady beat. He had the evidence, but he wanted more.
"Aurora.." He softly said. Rough tremor had been reduce to a dry and croaked sound as he fought back sadness.
Reaction.
There was a reaction.
Aurora's lids slowly lifted, unfocused eyes stared helplessly before they swivelled upon his. Relief overcome her visage and her upper torso was immediately lifted carefully and she found herself being brought into a hug, now wrapped safely to Logan's strong muscled hold.
It appeared at last that Granite and Mystique had been subdued, for they both lay on the floor, in silence. Logan heard Storm's gentle footsteps and Scott's pounding run as they headed up the staircase. They rounded the same corner as before. All was quiet, all was safe.
Until Scott cried out, "STORM!!"
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
I'm hoping you like these last few chapters! Not long to go, this story will be ending soon! That is until the sequel gets running. I'll probably just continue easily, so expect to see it up the day after the ending of this one. In my last chapter I shall leave note of the name.
Happy reading (or not, this is quite an gloomy chapter)
Chapter 52
His strength had vanished. He had no willpower, no care, no need. He had no reason to belong. Insides had frozen, with guilt or grief, he didn't know. He lay with his back firmly pressed to the floor, immobile. Serpentine atop, pummelling hits into his chest. He didn't react. He didn't notice. He had gone numb with disbelief and heartache.
His mind ran endlessly. Her every word, her every appearance, every emotion she gave him. Every bit of happiness he had received. Every single feature that lined her face that he wished to keep so perfect in his mind. But the more his chest heaved, the more his lungs ran cold with anguish, they trickled out. Like water in cupped palms.
And there he lay. Attacks bruising and cutting his flesh. Blood seeping and staining, twisting through the ripped material to travel to the floor. He stared at the ceiling. It was as if he wasn't there. He wasn't being attacked; he wasn't part of the X-Men. Just a spectator. A witness.
That's what he wanted to be. He wanted to shut it all out and return to a normal life. He wanted to be without emotion, without feelings. He was lost. Torn. He wished he wasn't a X-Man, he wasn't a mutant. He wished he had never met Stryker, Xavier or any of them. Why couldn't he have just shut himself out and lived a clockwork life in a clockwork world. Everything running the same, no change. To work and home, a wife, kids. What he would give to not experience this moment.
He'd give everything.
Then, like the blows he received to his stomach he gasped. Winded with the strike and by realisation. He sat up suddenly, his body thrown upright as blood rushed and adrenaline pumped round his nerves. The weight that was upon him was suddenly noticed. And his frozen soul breathed.
The weight then left. Disappeared. Straining his eyes he saw Serpentine being dragged back, arms round her whilst she hissed and snapped viciously. She escaped the grip, bounding up the stairs to continue to maul Logan. Logan watched with a small amount of interest. His eyes lazily taking in the figure that pounded towards him. Suddenly she was moving faster, coming at such a speed. Her face was etched with a panic and she staggered over Logan, unstoppable. Behind her stood Storm, arms raised to the sky as she beckoned the weather from the heavens. Wind spiralled up the staircase, gales billowing around his form. It almost felt spiritual from the current situation.
Serpentine screamed and then was silenced. Her body was flung easily out of the window that stood tall at the top of the staircase. Fifteen feet of glass smashed as her body flailed threw. Limbs limp. The eruption of glass sliced through the air, drawing relief from the wounds it created of the roaring blast.
Explosion ended. Silence entered the room and lingered, daring someone to speak. Logan lifted his head and eyes cast down to his teammates. But they still weren't done. Mystique fought on, Granite joined, both now a little dazed by the loss of their colleague. The groups fighting ventured towards the stairs, quite by accident. Seizing the chance, Logan found a fresh surge of urgency within him, as if wings had lifted his soul. He sprung from the railings of the staircase and landed neatly before scrambling over to Aurora in an unplanned fashion. He plunged to his knees, desperately, desperately.
Her body was on the floor in a sprawled fashion, legs bent and splayed at odd angles, limbs twisted and spread whilst her head cradled the dusty concrete, bent towards her chest as if she was desperate for the knowledge of her living warmth. Logan ripped off his second glove; the other one had been shredded to rags. He balanced his palms to Aurora's cheeks; lifting her head in his large warm hands. Palms embraced her pale cheeks, trying to force his warmth to run through her.
The sounds of fighting were blocked from his mind. No one else existed. No one else mattered. It was just he and his Aurora. The one man and his wolf. The two metal mutants that was proud to be one. A whole. They had each other, and without they didn't work properly, malfunctioned. Two halves made their world whole.
His head crouched to hers, eyes full of pleading as he watched her silent face. He could hear her pulse, the steady beat. He had the evidence, but he wanted more.
"Aurora.." He softly said. Rough tremor had been reduce to a dry and croaked sound as he fought back sadness.
Reaction.
There was a reaction.
Aurora's lids slowly lifted, unfocused eyes stared helplessly before they swivelled upon his. Relief overcome her visage and her upper torso was immediately lifted carefully and she found herself being brought into a hug, now wrapped safely to Logan's strong muscled hold.
It appeared at last that Granite and Mystique had been subdued, for they both lay on the floor, in silence. Logan heard Storm's gentle footsteps and Scott's pounding run as they headed up the staircase. They rounded the same corner as before. All was quiet, all was safe.
Until Scott cried out, "STORM!!"
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
