Disclaimer: A whole host of new characters are mine. Please don't use them.
Of course, the X-Men and other such characters involved in the comic, books
and the movie belong to Marvel, and new ones are mine. Also the plot is my
own.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Goth: I am onto something; I have some great storylines gearing up. And no! I'm not going to tell you! o.o Naughty! You're gonna have to keep reading! I'm sorry. *hugs*
Jenny: It is a great line isn't it! It just reeks the Wolverine attitude! And I agree with you review on chap 5! The humans are such bitches. And one note and keep pummelling you all with; cliffhangers are my speciality! But don't worry, Aurora can look after herself. She's a feisty girl! Remember Chap 25 in WOTW? Hehe. And it's unlikely anyone will actually guess the cause of these dizzy spells.
All: But here's a little hint: They're gonna get worse and not just happen to Aurora. No more! I've said too much!
Now! No more guessing you naughty peoples o.o
Chapter 7
The sun had only risen a few hours earlier and so the school was in silence. No living bodies patrolled the corridors, all were lost in sleep. Except one. Storm was sat in the school's staff kitchen up at the breakfast table. She morosely ate her cereal, trying to keep in with her surroundings. But every so often she found herself staring out of the window in thought for long periods of time.
Logan's words had had an effect on everyone. It seemed to be such a personality change. Logan would have normally vowed to fight on. But.. was it that odd? The Wolverine had always had a heroic nature, a sense of honour and he never cared what anyone else thought.
Her lips found themselves experiencing a true smile, as she was reminded of past events with him, when he threw witty comments in mild situations that just seemed to lift the mood of despair. However, her cheeks sank and lost their dimples as a horrible thought hit her.. If Logan left, the effect it would have on the team would be terrible. It was true what he said earlier to Scott.. if he hadn't have been there those times.. there wouldn't be an X-Men anymore. She softly gasped, remembering another time.. if he hadn't had been there the night the school was broken into by Stryker.. students would have surely been killed.
Storm's hand lowered and she lifted some more cereal to her mouth. It was a heavy topic so early in the morning.
A short while later, Storm had fell into the rhythmic eating of her cereal, no more lingering pauses. As she crunched lightly on a mouthful, she didn't notice a figure turn in the doorway. Only when a sharp clicking sound was heard did she actually look that way. It was Logan, stretching heartily before he yawned and slouched over the worktop as he began to search through the cupboards, "Morning." He muttered dishevelledly.
Storm swallowed her cereal before she nodded and replied in a fluent voice, "Good morning." Of course, no one was perfect in their actions so early in the morning, and Logan was now wandering round the kitchen aimlessly before he frowned at the cupboards. He had forgotten what he had come down for.
Another yawn roared from him followed by a sleepy groan of, "What's so good 'bout it?"
Storm had to think on that one, "Well, it's a beautiful day.." She said, looking out of the window ahead of her. Logan eyed at it drowsily. It was really, the sun cast a wonderful glow across the grounds and lengthy shadows stood in silence, eerily, only to be disrupted by a few chirps of birds as they flew by.
Logan had an answer for that too, he dropped down in a seat, a bottle of cola in his hand, "Yeah.. you could change that for me. Then perhaps I wouldn't feel so strange. Make it rain or something.. hail, anything. This sun is too cheerful."
Storm pursed her lips at his comment before a brow rose at his choice of breakfast, "Fizzy drinks at this hour? They're bad for you so early in the morning."
Logan took a sip, shrugging at her, "Nothin's bad for me.."
Storm faintly smiled in recognition, "Oh.. of course."
"You gonna hurry up and give us some wonderful miserable rain?"
Storm was stood now placing her dish in the sink and briefly washing her hands, "Not today Logan.." She said softly rubbing her hands on the towel nearly before she idly brushed her hands down in her indigo nightgown.
There was certainly a contrast between the pair: One rough and rugged, complaining about the morning. The other pristine and alert, clothed beautifully and with care.
She dropped down into her seat again. Finally, she let release the burning question, "Logan.. if.." His head was now canted and his eyes scrutinized at her suspiciously. Slightly fearing what the question was going to be.
She was cut off by a sharp knock at the main door. The staff kitchen was one of the doors upon the main corridor, the main entrance at the end. The noise snapped her out of speech since it carried freely through the quietness of the mansion.
"At this time..?" She said softly rising off her chair and moving towards the door of the kitchen.
Within a flash Logan was up on his feet and in front of her, blocking her path, "Are you crazy! Stay here!"
Storm stared at him a moment, clueless, "Nothing's going to happen at this time.. it could be a mutant!"
Logan shook his head, sniffing sharply, "No.. it's humans."
Storm softly gasped, trying to peer over a broad shoulder to view the main entrance, "How many?"
"Can't tell from here.." He moved on slowly, frowning at the door that stood innocently at the end of the corridor. He didn't have far to go, it was just a short distance.
Storm took a small step forward, "Logan!" She hissed.
He shook his head, raising an index finger to gently silence her.
Storm frowned and pressed on running round him and pushing him back. He glared down at her.
"What if it's for you!" She hissed softly, trying to get him to know what the problem could be with a wanted mutant opening the door to unknown humans.
Logan shook his head and tried to step round her. Storm's eyes slowly went white.. and flickers of lightening rose of her form, nothing dangerous. But Logan stopped and stepped away. He could withstand a few wounds, but he wasn't really up for a bolt of electricity through him.
Storm now turned, lightening still briefly flickering around her as her eyes resumed their normal colour. She took a deep breath, a dark hand outstretched to unlock the door and she pulled it open, staring at the person behind the door.
"We are looking for a mutant named Wolverine." Came the sharp voice of a man stood there. Two others stood behind him.. with threatening expressions.
Storms took in another deep breath before she answered simply, "Wolverine? Hmm.. from that no.. can you tell me anymore?" She said, desperately trying to play along.
The man at the doorway smirked. Neat brown hair was cropped to his scalp and he was dressed immaculately holding a folder in his right arm. The same couldn't be said for the comrades behind, army attire and guns held viciously. Black caps were mounted upon their head and their faces were etched with determination.
"Sergeant Lyman." The front man announced brandishing an I.D in her face, "There's no use in lying to me Ms.. We know he's in there."
Storm shook her head, forcing a gentle laugh, "I'm sorry, I have absolutely no idea who.." She faded away, mouth falling open as a large group of police cars raced onto the driveway and skidded to a screeching halt and within a few seconds over fifty guns were pointed at the door. More army cladded humans ran across the grounds.
Sergeant Lyman just smirked even more as his back up arrived, "Please step aside, we have a warrant for a search." There was no mannerisms as he entered for one of the army men pressed a gun to her chest to hold her pinned back against the door frame so Lyman could enter.
The Sergeant stopped in the main entrance, glancing round with a smirk, "So.. Just you and the Wolverine live here?" He said coyly, "Big house isn't it?" He continued with a nasty expression of amusement, "And do you have any kids? One? Two? A couple of hundred?"
Storm said nothing but glared his way still pinned back. Suddenly her eyes lifted to the heavens as she was dragged to the doorstep and out into the cold morning air. White shrouded her pupils as she watched the sky with determination.
"Hey!" Barked the man holding onto her, his badge announcing him as 'Freeman', "None of the funny shit y'hear!"
As she was being held back,, forces of humans ran inside, clad in protection gear and guns at the ready. She gasped as she noticed their path. The sky clouded over instantly and a few of the police looked up curiously at the sudden change of weather. Within an instant lightening began to crackle from the skies. But before it reached the earth she was knocked to the floor by a strike to her head from the end of the gun. The white faded from her eyes as the heavens cleared before any damage could be done. She hit the concrete steps heavily and fell down about three of six before she stopped and stared up at the man who hit her. The weather was cold and her hands fumbled to wrap her silky blue nightgown around her. Surrounded by men at this point was not good..
Her head felt heavy from the hit and she couldn't concentrate to summon the power of the weather. Suddenly she heard a roar of rage from within the school before screaming and bullet fires could be heard. She gasped and stared through the open doors of the main entrance.. Wherever he had ran too. They'd got to him.
But according to his roars and bellows.. they'd not got him yet..
*** Oh my God! D: They've come!
(www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Goth: I am onto something; I have some great storylines gearing up. And no! I'm not going to tell you! o.o Naughty! You're gonna have to keep reading! I'm sorry. *hugs*
Jenny: It is a great line isn't it! It just reeks the Wolverine attitude! And I agree with you review on chap 5! The humans are such bitches. And one note and keep pummelling you all with; cliffhangers are my speciality! But don't worry, Aurora can look after herself. She's a feisty girl! Remember Chap 25 in WOTW? Hehe. And it's unlikely anyone will actually guess the cause of these dizzy spells.
All: But here's a little hint: They're gonna get worse and not just happen to Aurora. No more! I've said too much!
Now! No more guessing you naughty peoples o.o
Chapter 7
The sun had only risen a few hours earlier and so the school was in silence. No living bodies patrolled the corridors, all were lost in sleep. Except one. Storm was sat in the school's staff kitchen up at the breakfast table. She morosely ate her cereal, trying to keep in with her surroundings. But every so often she found herself staring out of the window in thought for long periods of time.
Logan's words had had an effect on everyone. It seemed to be such a personality change. Logan would have normally vowed to fight on. But.. was it that odd? The Wolverine had always had a heroic nature, a sense of honour and he never cared what anyone else thought.
Her lips found themselves experiencing a true smile, as she was reminded of past events with him, when he threw witty comments in mild situations that just seemed to lift the mood of despair. However, her cheeks sank and lost their dimples as a horrible thought hit her.. If Logan left, the effect it would have on the team would be terrible. It was true what he said earlier to Scott.. if he hadn't have been there those times.. there wouldn't be an X-Men anymore. She softly gasped, remembering another time.. if he hadn't had been there the night the school was broken into by Stryker.. students would have surely been killed.
Storm's hand lowered and she lifted some more cereal to her mouth. It was a heavy topic so early in the morning.
A short while later, Storm had fell into the rhythmic eating of her cereal, no more lingering pauses. As she crunched lightly on a mouthful, she didn't notice a figure turn in the doorway. Only when a sharp clicking sound was heard did she actually look that way. It was Logan, stretching heartily before he yawned and slouched over the worktop as he began to search through the cupboards, "Morning." He muttered dishevelledly.
Storm swallowed her cereal before she nodded and replied in a fluent voice, "Good morning." Of course, no one was perfect in their actions so early in the morning, and Logan was now wandering round the kitchen aimlessly before he frowned at the cupboards. He had forgotten what he had come down for.
Another yawn roared from him followed by a sleepy groan of, "What's so good 'bout it?"
Storm had to think on that one, "Well, it's a beautiful day.." She said, looking out of the window ahead of her. Logan eyed at it drowsily. It was really, the sun cast a wonderful glow across the grounds and lengthy shadows stood in silence, eerily, only to be disrupted by a few chirps of birds as they flew by.
Logan had an answer for that too, he dropped down in a seat, a bottle of cola in his hand, "Yeah.. you could change that for me. Then perhaps I wouldn't feel so strange. Make it rain or something.. hail, anything. This sun is too cheerful."
Storm pursed her lips at his comment before a brow rose at his choice of breakfast, "Fizzy drinks at this hour? They're bad for you so early in the morning."
Logan took a sip, shrugging at her, "Nothin's bad for me.."
Storm faintly smiled in recognition, "Oh.. of course."
"You gonna hurry up and give us some wonderful miserable rain?"
Storm was stood now placing her dish in the sink and briefly washing her hands, "Not today Logan.." She said softly rubbing her hands on the towel nearly before she idly brushed her hands down in her indigo nightgown.
There was certainly a contrast between the pair: One rough and rugged, complaining about the morning. The other pristine and alert, clothed beautifully and with care.
She dropped down into her seat again. Finally, she let release the burning question, "Logan.. if.." His head was now canted and his eyes scrutinized at her suspiciously. Slightly fearing what the question was going to be.
She was cut off by a sharp knock at the main door. The staff kitchen was one of the doors upon the main corridor, the main entrance at the end. The noise snapped her out of speech since it carried freely through the quietness of the mansion.
"At this time..?" She said softly rising off her chair and moving towards the door of the kitchen.
Within a flash Logan was up on his feet and in front of her, blocking her path, "Are you crazy! Stay here!"
Storm stared at him a moment, clueless, "Nothing's going to happen at this time.. it could be a mutant!"
Logan shook his head, sniffing sharply, "No.. it's humans."
Storm softly gasped, trying to peer over a broad shoulder to view the main entrance, "How many?"
"Can't tell from here.." He moved on slowly, frowning at the door that stood innocently at the end of the corridor. He didn't have far to go, it was just a short distance.
Storm took a small step forward, "Logan!" She hissed.
He shook his head, raising an index finger to gently silence her.
Storm frowned and pressed on running round him and pushing him back. He glared down at her.
"What if it's for you!" She hissed softly, trying to get him to know what the problem could be with a wanted mutant opening the door to unknown humans.
Logan shook his head and tried to step round her. Storm's eyes slowly went white.. and flickers of lightening rose of her form, nothing dangerous. But Logan stopped and stepped away. He could withstand a few wounds, but he wasn't really up for a bolt of electricity through him.
Storm now turned, lightening still briefly flickering around her as her eyes resumed their normal colour. She took a deep breath, a dark hand outstretched to unlock the door and she pulled it open, staring at the person behind the door.
"We are looking for a mutant named Wolverine." Came the sharp voice of a man stood there. Two others stood behind him.. with threatening expressions.
Storms took in another deep breath before she answered simply, "Wolverine? Hmm.. from that no.. can you tell me anymore?" She said, desperately trying to play along.
The man at the doorway smirked. Neat brown hair was cropped to his scalp and he was dressed immaculately holding a folder in his right arm. The same couldn't be said for the comrades behind, army attire and guns held viciously. Black caps were mounted upon their head and their faces were etched with determination.
"Sergeant Lyman." The front man announced brandishing an I.D in her face, "There's no use in lying to me Ms.. We know he's in there."
Storm shook her head, forcing a gentle laugh, "I'm sorry, I have absolutely no idea who.." She faded away, mouth falling open as a large group of police cars raced onto the driveway and skidded to a screeching halt and within a few seconds over fifty guns were pointed at the door. More army cladded humans ran across the grounds.
Sergeant Lyman just smirked even more as his back up arrived, "Please step aside, we have a warrant for a search." There was no mannerisms as he entered for one of the army men pressed a gun to her chest to hold her pinned back against the door frame so Lyman could enter.
The Sergeant stopped in the main entrance, glancing round with a smirk, "So.. Just you and the Wolverine live here?" He said coyly, "Big house isn't it?" He continued with a nasty expression of amusement, "And do you have any kids? One? Two? A couple of hundred?"
Storm said nothing but glared his way still pinned back. Suddenly her eyes lifted to the heavens as she was dragged to the doorstep and out into the cold morning air. White shrouded her pupils as she watched the sky with determination.
"Hey!" Barked the man holding onto her, his badge announcing him as 'Freeman', "None of the funny shit y'hear!"
As she was being held back,, forces of humans ran inside, clad in protection gear and guns at the ready. She gasped as she noticed their path. The sky clouded over instantly and a few of the police looked up curiously at the sudden change of weather. Within an instant lightening began to crackle from the skies. But before it reached the earth she was knocked to the floor by a strike to her head from the end of the gun. The white faded from her eyes as the heavens cleared before any damage could be done. She hit the concrete steps heavily and fell down about three of six before she stopped and stared up at the man who hit her. The weather was cold and her hands fumbled to wrap her silky blue nightgown around her. Surrounded by men at this point was not good..
Her head felt heavy from the hit and she couldn't concentrate to summon the power of the weather. Suddenly she heard a roar of rage from within the school before screaming and bullet fires could be heard. She gasped and stared through the open doors of the main entrance.. Wherever he had ran too. They'd got to him.
But according to his roars and bellows.. they'd not got him yet..
*** Oh my God! D: They've come!
(www.freewebs.com/xwotw)