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
Chapter 8
Logan had heard the footsteps beyond his corridor and he slinked into the shadows softly. The first person that came his way was met by a thrust of claws. And then.. the bullets fired. Logan dived back round the corner in a dash to avoid the array of shooting metal that racked the air with the repetitive sounds of clacking. The wall in which they hit had been reduced to a ruined sheet of oak.
It fell silent.
Until Logan turned and with a fresh roar he sprang upon the oncoming gun bearers. His claws thrust through their protective gear with ease and he flung their dead bodies down. He strode down the corridor to the next oncoming humans and broke into a pounding run towards them. As bullets fired, his body leapt gracefully, muscle carrying his adamantium structure. As senses guided his balance his palms grabbed the chandelier above him, dodging bullets, he then swung forward, bare feet slamming two of the men down. Logan landed, knee's bent and a palm to the floor as he struck the wooden surface. He then ran forward and flattened one in a tackle, he then elbowed the second one down before his claws sprung across their back. On and on, his strength soared and sent his opponents down without a flinch.
Out of nowhere more humans pounced, each heavily cladded in their gear. Bullets shot but they missed their target. Arms grabbed round Logan's chest, followed by some more, the forces trying to desperately bring this beast down. With ease, Logan's arms ripped upwards out of the human's weak hold and his claws reappeared in a flash as his arms raised. He sunk claws down into the pair of grabbed him. Before he had chance to take another breath, more piled on, sending him staggering as they tried to flatten him down. Arms flung round him, weight was piled on and he found his balance giving in to the weight. He roared ferociously an arm slamming at a deadly speeding it one whilst he leant to bite at the hand of another whilst his claws thrusted for as many bodies as possible.
Binds of arms still grappled him, forcing his strength to be limited. As more men gathered round to send the Wolverine down, he found his arms couldn't lift, too many held him firm. So he struggled, twisting and turning, raising his held fists to try and stab some of his opponents.
"Grab him! Stop him!" Barked Sergeant Lyman, directing more men down the corridor.
Logan grunted as weight slammed into him, stopping his movements. He growled and threw his torso at them, trying to shake a few off. He couldn't move, he was being shoved forward in a mass of men and directed towards the exit that could be seen in the distance down the corridor. He still heaved, no one was going to take him. He did nothing wrong, why couldn't they let him be?
"NO!!!" He roared, a new strength surged through him. One shove of his torso collided men into a wall and he lifted the rest as they clung to him and sent them hurtling to the floorboards.
A bullet fired, throwing him backwards to the floor, which he hit with a heavy thud.
Kneeling on the steps, and a gun to her head.. Storm saw his body fall and she cried out heartedly. The surrounding men pulled Logan to his feet, it took several, and began to heave him towards the main door, whilst a bullet wound bled from his forehead.
Storm felt like crying as she watched the men bring Logan closer towards her. It seemed so final, as if everything was over now they had subdued his movements. She then heard footsteps and peered inside, Freeman's hand went roughly to her shoulder not pulling her back, but remaining there as a threat.
The main staircase at the front of the entrance hallway was now dotted with several anxious students who had been awakened by the raging of the battle. Sergeant Lyman looked their way as he spotted them and a smirk crept to his lips, "Ah look gentlemen, it appears we have visitors." He said coldly as he watched their terrified expressions.
"Get rid of them." Muttered Lyman to one of the comrades who appeared slightly repulsed by the order to kill the children. Behind him, Logan was being dragged outside by the remaining members of the army force. As Logan was brought to the steps of the entrance, light spilled over his relaxed features that showed no anger or terror, as he remained unconscious. Guns cocked over the driveway from the police officers that remained crouched behind their cars, all weapons were now pointed at Logan.
The man ordered to kill the children watched as his Sergeant turned. He lifted his gun and aimed it at the staircase. Suddenly, footsteps ran his way, but no visible body could be seen. The man gasped as he felt invisible arms grab him and knock him down to the floor, a voice yelled from behind his ears, the voice coming from thin air, "Alert the X-Men!"
The students ran up the stairs in a hurry, anxious mutterings were turned into hearty calls for aid. One teleported in a soft hiss. Footsteps were heard from the air as they ran up the staircase and faded away.. Footsteps to no body.
The man staggered to his feet, looking round in a panic, bewildered and alarmed by the experience but scared by the implications of invisibility. He shook his head, muttering a curse as he ran out in the sunshine to join his fellow team.
Storm watched in despair as Logan was heaved down the steps; she glanced to the figure beside her who still held a gun ready to her skull. He lid closed and she lowered her head. Within the dark skin of eyelids her orbs shifted to white. Then opened as the heavens rumbled with thunder, and before the gun could be fired, lightening struck and sent him hurtling to the floor in a panic.
She found a second gun being thrusted at her and she fell back against the stonewall of the mansion, her eyes resuming their normal colour at the prospect of being shot. Her brow furrowed as she watched Logan being shoved across the lawn and towards a large army van. Her eyes watched with despair and sadness, eager to do something, but not to endanger her or Logan's life.
Then suddenly, without warnings, alarmed cries lifted from the men by the police cars. Storm watched in disbelief as the police vehicles were tilted to the side and they pushed the humans away from the front of the school. The army van creaked slowly before it gradually overturned and trapped Sergeant Lyman to the floor with a howl of pain that mixed with the cries from surrounding humans. Police cars raced through the air and sent humans flying, also knocking men off the body of Logan who now fell limply to the floor without the support. Only a few guns remained being held for many looked round in fear at the invisible force that caused the destruction.
There.. down at the bottom of the lawn walked a figure alone.. clad in a dark attire he travelled. The closer it came; Storm began to recognize the body position and the style of their walk, confident and powerful.
It was Magneto.
He stopped on the driveway, raising a palm to guns that turned his way. With a sharp sound, every single gun snapped in half and the surrounding human's gasped in shock.
Storm straightened from the wall as her forehead was relieved from the pressure of the gun. She glared at the man who held her captive who now stood helplessly, looking to others for some sort of commands. Everyone looked vulnerable, at a loss with what to do.
Magneto climbed up the steps slowly, watching Storm with a confident stare. He turned on the steps to face the humans, "What pathetic attempts to over power mutants." He snarled briefly, he eyes suddenly snapping to Logan who had now groaned, slowly heaving himself from the floor, bullet wound healed.
Behind Storm, Scott and Kurt appeared, followed by the snarling body of a wolf. Beside them pulled up Charles who stared at the humans in amazement, then in anger.
The X-Men were all gathered in nightwear, but still held fighting stances and a powerful emotion to their visages.
Magneto turned, smiling faintly down at Charles, "Good morning, old friend."
*** Of all people.. Magneto saved the day. D:
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Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 8
Logan had heard the footsteps beyond his corridor and he slinked into the shadows softly. The first person that came his way was met by a thrust of claws. And then.. the bullets fired. Logan dived back round the corner in a dash to avoid the array of shooting metal that racked the air with the repetitive sounds of clacking. The wall in which they hit had been reduced to a ruined sheet of oak.
It fell silent.
Until Logan turned and with a fresh roar he sprang upon the oncoming gun bearers. His claws thrust through their protective gear with ease and he flung their dead bodies down. He strode down the corridor to the next oncoming humans and broke into a pounding run towards them. As bullets fired, his body leapt gracefully, muscle carrying his adamantium structure. As senses guided his balance his palms grabbed the chandelier above him, dodging bullets, he then swung forward, bare feet slamming two of the men down. Logan landed, knee's bent and a palm to the floor as he struck the wooden surface. He then ran forward and flattened one in a tackle, he then elbowed the second one down before his claws sprung across their back. On and on, his strength soared and sent his opponents down without a flinch.
Out of nowhere more humans pounced, each heavily cladded in their gear. Bullets shot but they missed their target. Arms grabbed round Logan's chest, followed by some more, the forces trying to desperately bring this beast down. With ease, Logan's arms ripped upwards out of the human's weak hold and his claws reappeared in a flash as his arms raised. He sunk claws down into the pair of grabbed him. Before he had chance to take another breath, more piled on, sending him staggering as they tried to flatten him down. Arms flung round him, weight was piled on and he found his balance giving in to the weight. He roared ferociously an arm slamming at a deadly speeding it one whilst he leant to bite at the hand of another whilst his claws thrusted for as many bodies as possible.
Binds of arms still grappled him, forcing his strength to be limited. As more men gathered round to send the Wolverine down, he found his arms couldn't lift, too many held him firm. So he struggled, twisting and turning, raising his held fists to try and stab some of his opponents.
"Grab him! Stop him!" Barked Sergeant Lyman, directing more men down the corridor.
Logan grunted as weight slammed into him, stopping his movements. He growled and threw his torso at them, trying to shake a few off. He couldn't move, he was being shoved forward in a mass of men and directed towards the exit that could be seen in the distance down the corridor. He still heaved, no one was going to take him. He did nothing wrong, why couldn't they let him be?
"NO!!!" He roared, a new strength surged through him. One shove of his torso collided men into a wall and he lifted the rest as they clung to him and sent them hurtling to the floorboards.
A bullet fired, throwing him backwards to the floor, which he hit with a heavy thud.
Kneeling on the steps, and a gun to her head.. Storm saw his body fall and she cried out heartedly. The surrounding men pulled Logan to his feet, it took several, and began to heave him towards the main door, whilst a bullet wound bled from his forehead.
Storm felt like crying as she watched the men bring Logan closer towards her. It seemed so final, as if everything was over now they had subdued his movements. She then heard footsteps and peered inside, Freeman's hand went roughly to her shoulder not pulling her back, but remaining there as a threat.
The main staircase at the front of the entrance hallway was now dotted with several anxious students who had been awakened by the raging of the battle. Sergeant Lyman looked their way as he spotted them and a smirk crept to his lips, "Ah look gentlemen, it appears we have visitors." He said coldly as he watched their terrified expressions.
"Get rid of them." Muttered Lyman to one of the comrades who appeared slightly repulsed by the order to kill the children. Behind him, Logan was being dragged outside by the remaining members of the army force. As Logan was brought to the steps of the entrance, light spilled over his relaxed features that showed no anger or terror, as he remained unconscious. Guns cocked over the driveway from the police officers that remained crouched behind their cars, all weapons were now pointed at Logan.
The man ordered to kill the children watched as his Sergeant turned. He lifted his gun and aimed it at the staircase. Suddenly, footsteps ran his way, but no visible body could be seen. The man gasped as he felt invisible arms grab him and knock him down to the floor, a voice yelled from behind his ears, the voice coming from thin air, "Alert the X-Men!"
The students ran up the stairs in a hurry, anxious mutterings were turned into hearty calls for aid. One teleported in a soft hiss. Footsteps were heard from the air as they ran up the staircase and faded away.. Footsteps to no body.
The man staggered to his feet, looking round in a panic, bewildered and alarmed by the experience but scared by the implications of invisibility. He shook his head, muttering a curse as he ran out in the sunshine to join his fellow team.
Storm watched in despair as Logan was heaved down the steps; she glanced to the figure beside her who still held a gun ready to her skull. He lid closed and she lowered her head. Within the dark skin of eyelids her orbs shifted to white. Then opened as the heavens rumbled with thunder, and before the gun could be fired, lightening struck and sent him hurtling to the floor in a panic.
She found a second gun being thrusted at her and she fell back against the stonewall of the mansion, her eyes resuming their normal colour at the prospect of being shot. Her brow furrowed as she watched Logan being shoved across the lawn and towards a large army van. Her eyes watched with despair and sadness, eager to do something, but not to endanger her or Logan's life.
Then suddenly, without warnings, alarmed cries lifted from the men by the police cars. Storm watched in disbelief as the police vehicles were tilted to the side and they pushed the humans away from the front of the school. The army van creaked slowly before it gradually overturned and trapped Sergeant Lyman to the floor with a howl of pain that mixed with the cries from surrounding humans. Police cars raced through the air and sent humans flying, also knocking men off the body of Logan who now fell limply to the floor without the support. Only a few guns remained being held for many looked round in fear at the invisible force that caused the destruction.
There.. down at the bottom of the lawn walked a figure alone.. clad in a dark attire he travelled. The closer it came; Storm began to recognize the body position and the style of their walk, confident and powerful.
It was Magneto.
He stopped on the driveway, raising a palm to guns that turned his way. With a sharp sound, every single gun snapped in half and the surrounding human's gasped in shock.
Storm straightened from the wall as her forehead was relieved from the pressure of the gun. She glared at the man who held her captive who now stood helplessly, looking to others for some sort of commands. Everyone looked vulnerable, at a loss with what to do.
Magneto climbed up the steps slowly, watching Storm with a confident stare. He turned on the steps to face the humans, "What pathetic attempts to over power mutants." He snarled briefly, he eyes suddenly snapping to Logan who had now groaned, slowly heaving himself from the floor, bullet wound healed.
Behind Storm, Scott and Kurt appeared, followed by the snarling body of a wolf. Beside them pulled up Charles who stared at the humans in amazement, then in anger.
The X-Men were all gathered in nightwear, but still held fighting stances and a powerful emotion to their visages.
Magneto turned, smiling faintly down at Charles, "Good morning, old friend."
*** Of all people.. Magneto saved the day. D:
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