AN: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed my story. I was beginning to think that no one would. One other comment: In the last chapter I made two mistakes that I could see: Sarah has just finished high school, NOT college and she was 15 not 13 when her parents were killed. Sorry about that. Anyway here's the next chapter hope you like it. Oh yeah...this chapter is dedicated to my friend Dustin. I told you I'd put you in one of my stories and your help with the fight scenes was invaluable. Thanks.
The sun was setting casting an orange glow over the mansion. The shadows had begun deepening which suited his purpose just fine. He had come here to get some answers but he wasn't about to let anyone know that he was there.
In the helicopter, Austin had decided to lie down near Sarah ignoring the unfamiliarity of his first flight. Sarah was an old pro at flying but she hadn't been on any kind of aircraft since her parents died and she was a little nervous. Nothing that was too bad however and she soon settled down.
Back at the mansion alarms were ringing. Shit! Dustin thought. I should've known that they'd have some security devices. Dustin ran towards the bushes trying to hide but couldn't get there in time.
"Stop!" A male voice shouted.
Dustin kept on running hoping to make it to some kind of shelter before the man gave up asking questions and started trying to fight him. Dustin knew he could take the guy but didn't really want the hassle. He was more concerned with his "younger sister." He knew she was somewhere in there and he intended to get her out to safety.
"Sarah. You remarked that you were thirteen at the time of the death of your parents and sister and yet your aunt only made you a year younger. Why would she do that?" Ororo asked slightly confused.
"Huh? Oh...sorry...I must've been spacing out. I said I was thirteen? Oops. I meant fifteen." Sarah remarked pulling her attention from the window.
"Ororo nodded and returned her concentration to piloting the helicopter. They would be there shortly and she couldn't wait to get home.
Dustin felt something slam into his back. He staggered a bit and then, in one fluid motion, drew out his metal staff. He turned to face his attacker and nearly laughed. This guy thinks he can beat me? Dustin laughed to himself. I bet he doesn't even know how to fight.
Scott had rushed out of the building as soon as the alarms were sounded and was surprised to find a young man running towards the bushes. He started to run after him but soon realized that he wouldn't be able to catch up. He put his hand on his visor and while still running shot a single beam at the intruders back. He was immediately surprised when he was met with a steel staff. That beam should've brought him to the ground at least. Scott thought. There's no way he should be able to fight me. Scott didn't have time to think any more as the staff came swinging towards his ribcage.
Dustin didn't like to kill anyone unless it was truly necessary so he aimed his strike at something non vital. He was impressed when the guy he was fighting with managed to grab on to his staff. Dustin turned swiftly forcing his opponent to come closer. This guy might be tougher than I thought. He mused.
Scott didn't really know what he was doing as he caught the staff. Damn! He thought. Logan's training must've come in handy.
"What do you want?" Scott asked the intruder.
"You know what I want. What did you do to her? Where is she?" Dustin yelled forcing himself even closer.
"I don't know what you mean." Scott grunted trying to hold him off.
"Like hell you don't. Tell me where she is now or I won't play nice anymore." Dustin threatened.
"Who is it you're talking about?" Scott demanded.
"Fine...I can see you want to do this the hard way." Dustin said.
Dustin quickly maneuvered himself away from Scott forcing the other man to drop the staff. As soon as that happened, Dustin came at him again his staff a blur of motion. Scott couldn't do anything except fire on his opponent. He put his hand on his visor and fired at Dustin's fight shoulder. Dustin grunted in pain. His shoulder felt like it was being ripped from its socket but Dustin ignored it and continued his attack. Scott grabbed a hold of the staff once again knowing that he had to hold on. Dustin had shaken him off easily the last time but wasn't so lucky this time.
The helicopter had just touched down in the back of the mansion. The alarms had since shut off and, since Scott happened to be the only one in the mansion on a Saturday night, there was no one to alert them to any problems. Sarah had Austin's leash in one hand and her one bag in the other. Logan offered to take the bag before they got out of the helicopter and Sarah accepted even though she didn't really need the help. As soon as Sarah stepped out of the helicopter she was ripped off her feet. Her dog started running at a frenzied pace towards the front yard. Sarah could only hang on and do her best to keep up with him. As they were about to burst onto the font lawn, Logan managed to get a grip on Austin's leash forcing the dog to stop. Sarah hadn't noticed however. She was too busy staring at the scene unfolding in front of her. She was trying to tell herself it wasn't real, that it couldn't possibly be happening and yet there it was defying her.
Dustin was too busy grappling with Scott to fully notice the new comers. He yanked hard on the staff forcing Scott to him.
"I'll give you one last chance. Where is she?" Dustin growled growing annoyed at his adversary playing dumb.
"I keep telling you I don't know who you're talking about." Scott grunted struggling to pull away.
"Wrong answer" Dustin remarked.
Dustin brought his knee up to Scott's groin in one smooth motion. The other man yelled and collapsed groaning in the grass. Dustin raised his staff unaware that Logan had unsheathed his claws and was moving towards him.
AN: Go10 – Um...looks around Damn it! Where'd the plot go? I told it to show up before I started writing! Sorry...I guess I'll have to make things up until the plot arrives. Glad you like it anyway. Trust me when I say things will start to make more sense sometime soon.pulls out a shot gun Here plot...That's right...I won't hurt you...come on...WHAM There now. drags plot off to write the next chapter
