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 10
The day promptly followed in an unbelievable smooth fashion. Charles avoided many people and remained in his office talking to Magneto for hours, only did the pair exit for refreshments. Scott was stood further on down the corridor, watching the door to the Professor's office with a scowl, "After all this time.. I never thought I would see this day." He muttered to a few of the X-Men that were stood round.
"Scott.. Charles believes this is the right thing to do. He's never been wrong before, we can't question his decision." Said Storm gently who was stood beside Scott.
Logan was the other X-Man there, only those three had lingered after the day's events, others had gone to seek some peace. Logan growled softly under his breath, "Xavier is sharply close to losing my respect for him. This stunt he's just pulled is frickin' insane."
Scott turned his head idly, stance similar to Logan's with the folded arms. Both shared similar moods at the moment, "You actually had respect for someone?"
"Scott.." Said Storm softly with a roll of her eyes. It wasn't the time for an argument.
Logan straightened from his lean against the wall, "Yeah.. I did for Charles, yes."
Scott raised a brow, "Right."
"But I find it hard now.. he's gone against everything we fight for."
"We fight for peace Logan!" Said Storm, glaring his way, "We don't fight for the sake of it. Magneto wasn't some fun.. we had to fight him in order to resume peace between humans and mutants. So no. He hasn't gone against anything.. Magneto's joining has finally led to a union of peace between us."
Logan said nothing but stared at the far wall with a disgruntled frown. Scott shrugged his shoulders gently, "Storm.. I know you're right. But I can't help but agree with Logan on some parts.." He sighed, "This is going to end in tears.." He said softly, "There's no way Magneto will change unless there's something in it for him."
Logan nodded at this with a growl of agreement.
Storm shook her head, "Charles doesn't think so.. let's just stick by him. We owe our lives to him.."
All eyes watched the door.. each now watching in silence with respect for the wise telepath.
Night had quickly fallen and sleeping mutants all over the mansion inhabited beds. It was a peaceful night; various stars twinkled from the spots where cloud didn't dwell. Even the resident metal mutants were having a quiet sleep; no nightmares had crept in just yet.
Logan was laid inside the warm covers of his bed in silence. His head cradled the pillows and his hands rested gently over the duvet. Moonlight streaked over his bed causing bright areas in illuminate the shadow of the night. All of a sudden, his eyes blinked open and he stared blearily at the opposite wall before he sat up, glancing round. Something had woken him up. But he couldn't place a finger on what. He threw back the covers and sat on the edge of his bed, peering round curiously.
His eyes quickly scanned the blackness and his ears tuned in naturally. There was nothing suspicious. He made a sudden sniff. Nothing.. He stood to his feet and motioned to the doorway where he flicked on the light. The darkness suddenly exploded into tremendous light and his fingers went to his eyes as he groaned from the pain. His eyes squinted furiously around; light always had bad effects after darkness.
He was just about to proceed to the bathroom at the left of his room before he froze and turned to his door. He went over and flung it open hurriedly. His eyes glared at the darkness of the corridor. Nothing was there. Until he heard gentle footsteps running down the staircase further along the corridor before the patting of nimble feet were heard on the wooden floors. Out of the darkness a familiar scent met his senses. Aurora. He stepped out of the doorway and stood in the corridor, looking in the direction of her oncoming footsteps. Within a few seconds she appeared faintly in the small light his open door provided.
"Logan!" She whispered, coming towards him with a panicky expression, "There's something not right.. I can feel it.. I had to come and tell you, have you noticed anything?"
"I'm awake aren't I?" He muttered quietly, then beckoning her into his room.
She entered, her own eyes now squinted at the onslaught of bright lights. She turned and watched him with helplessly narrowed eyes. Logan peered suspiciously round at the corridor before he followed in, leaving the door open, "I can't hear anything.."
Aurora nodded, "Not now, but earlier.. Something like.." She faded away as she stared out of the window beside her, "There it is!"
A drone of engines pummelled through the night air.. it was like before, the jet. But now there was more than one. A whole group.
"Oh God.." Muttered Logan gently. He made a grab for one of her hands, his strong grip meeting her slim fingers of her unaffected hand. He pulled her with him as he exited his room and sprinted on down the corridor. The roar of engines was becoming louder as panic flooded with his blood. He wanted to get out; he needed to get everyone out. He stopped suddenly and turned to the female he pulled along, "Go and tell everyone to get out of here. The West route is best!" He then turned, "Do the upper floor, I'll start here!" He called as he ran on down to the next door.
Aurora shrinked instantly into a wolf and she sprinted off down the corridor towards the staircase. Still the engines got louder as they travelled to their destination. Logan threw himself towards the first door, smashing through the lock that made no substantial effect to his impact as his strength burst him through.
Storm was asleep in her bed, oblivious to the oncoming danger. Logan strode over and ripped back her covers. With a start she woke up and gave an unexpected yelp of fright at the body that leered down at her.
"Come on! We gotta get out of here!"
Storm stared at him, blinking through bleary eyes, "Huh?"
Logan grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out of the room. She was pulled along regardless of her refusal, "Logan! Tell me what's happening!"
"They're coming." He muttered softly as he turned to the next door. He let go of her wrist as he smashed through the second lock and into the next room. There was no time for knocking. Storm stared as Logan strode over the broken door which lay on the floor. Again he repeated the process of waking up the mutant in the bed with a less than calm approach.
A startled shout came from the bed. Logan once more dragged the body out by his hand to the neck of their nightwear. Scott stumbled out onto the corridor, glaring at Logan, "What the hell!"
Logan now ran on still, "The human's are back! They're gonna blow this school to pieces! Now help me get everyone awake!!"
From the upper floors a chilling howl rang through the floors and to every corner of the mansion. It continued. Logan heard footsteps starting all of a sudden to the noise. He smiled; perhaps things would be all right.
Logan proceeded down the corridor at full speed with Storm and Scott following behind. He suddenly froze, Storm and Scott haltiedwith puzzled expressions. Logan gasped; turning on his heel and running back along the corridor in the direction they had just came, "Come on!!" He roared, his hands grabbing onto the pair and dragging them his way desperately. Storm and Scott were pulled along, clueless, before a shrill whistling sound was heard from behind them and within seconds a flash of red exploded the corridor, then another, and another. Parts of the mansion was being bombed abruptly and screaming was heard everywhere.
Logan and the pair staggered from the aftermath of the explosion, the pressure sending them almost tripping to the floor. But they pursued, finally meeting with a crowd of students whom Aurora led down the right staircase. From the staircase to their left, Kurt was leading another crowd of students. Magneto was behind, followed by Mystique. Out of another corridor rolled Charles.
"GET MOVING!!" Roared Logan, running on down the corridor with the stream of mutants behind him. Explosions rocketed through the school as they ran. Smoke filled their path and began to obscure their vision. Heat flooded their way as they were met by roaring flames. Bobby raised his hand as they ran and the flames were instantly transformed to mystical sculptures in the shape of fire. Still the group ran. Logan broke to a halt and pounded his fist sharply against a wall of wood. It lifted and parted from the ground to reveal a dark chamber. Logan urged them through, yelling commands to hurry as more explosions pounded and shook the very foundations of the school. Logan stepped away to allow the tremendous crowd of mutants to file through, some students crying and some in pain.
His head lifted.. he could hear distant weeping..
"Oh my God.." He muttered and he broke into a run back through the smoke, disappearing.
"Logan!!" Storm cried from the group of X-Men who stood at the back of the students, guiding them through the escape route.
"I'll be back!" He cried along as he ran. He pounded onto the first staircase he came across, a hand lifting to wipe soot and sweat from his brow as he threw his body along down the walkways that were now charred. Flames still throbbed in some parts. Blasts still shuddered the building in the distant corridors, but Logan still ran on, sniffing and listening intently for the trapped students. He rounded many corners, leaping over fallen objects and debris. He dodged small areas of fire, running blindly through smoke and sprinklers.
A huge wall of fire suddenly blocked him, as he rounded the corner, he could see three charred faces of students that cried out louder as they noticed him. Logan stared at the flames, which twisted and roared in front of him. He stepped away, gasping from the throw of heat upon him. He breathed heavy, looked desperately for some way through. Still he panted, blackened hands lifting to push away sweat from his brow, soot shifting to reveal light skin. He was panicking, he didn't want to. But blood rushed to his brain and the cries of students, their weeping only made his determination stronger. With a bellow of fury and pain he ran through the flames. He sprinted to the students, now roaring from burns that now marked his flesh. He grabbed at their clothing, desperately hurrying them through. One cried louder and he looked down, noticing a large wound upon the leg of a faintly green skinned student. He lifted the girl in his arms, running through, the other two students running with him.
It was there!
Another staircase!
He turned round the banisters, hurrying down a few steps. He stopped, gasping at the sight. Flames had died down and made several steps break away. Sprinklers still threw water over them and soggied the wooden stairs that caused passing to be even more dangerous. He grabbed onto the girl tighter and leapt across the gaping hole that was weak from the bombardment of pressure from flames and falling debris. He landed safely on a step; placing her down as he dived back over, bringing each student to their safety.
The familiar corridor beckoned them, still clinging to the injured girl he ran through, the other students staying by his side. He saw a figure by the passageway to safety holding up the wooden door, ready for Logan's arrival. As Logan neared he almost collapsed with shock. Magneto was stood there on his own, body dirtied as everyone else, he gestured the door, trying to hurry them in, "Come on! This roof is ready to fall in!" Logan speeded through, followed by Magneto and the other two students. The wooden door slammed behind them, reminding that they could never retreat. As they ran down the cold passageway to safety, the explosion of falling material shattered the cold air.
In the distance he could see many anxious faces out in the shadow of the corridor, features lightened by the moonlight that shone in from the exit. He felt a heave of relief in his chest as he met their side, lowering the young girl to the floor.
Logan rested against the wall, great chest heaving for air. He watched over the group.. they had finally reached safety
*** Oh my God.. that's such a hectic and tense chapter. I love this! I wrote it, trembling with anticipation!
(www.freewebs.com/xwotw).
Throughout story: ""= Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 10
The day promptly followed in an unbelievable smooth fashion. Charles avoided many people and remained in his office talking to Magneto for hours, only did the pair exit for refreshments. Scott was stood further on down the corridor, watching the door to the Professor's office with a scowl, "After all this time.. I never thought I would see this day." He muttered to a few of the X-Men that were stood round.
"Scott.. Charles believes this is the right thing to do. He's never been wrong before, we can't question his decision." Said Storm gently who was stood beside Scott.
Logan was the other X-Man there, only those three had lingered after the day's events, others had gone to seek some peace. Logan growled softly under his breath, "Xavier is sharply close to losing my respect for him. This stunt he's just pulled is frickin' insane."
Scott turned his head idly, stance similar to Logan's with the folded arms. Both shared similar moods at the moment, "You actually had respect for someone?"
"Scott.." Said Storm softly with a roll of her eyes. It wasn't the time for an argument.
Logan straightened from his lean against the wall, "Yeah.. I did for Charles, yes."
Scott raised a brow, "Right."
"But I find it hard now.. he's gone against everything we fight for."
"We fight for peace Logan!" Said Storm, glaring his way, "We don't fight for the sake of it. Magneto wasn't some fun.. we had to fight him in order to resume peace between humans and mutants. So no. He hasn't gone against anything.. Magneto's joining has finally led to a union of peace between us."
Logan said nothing but stared at the far wall with a disgruntled frown. Scott shrugged his shoulders gently, "Storm.. I know you're right. But I can't help but agree with Logan on some parts.." He sighed, "This is going to end in tears.." He said softly, "There's no way Magneto will change unless there's something in it for him."
Logan nodded at this with a growl of agreement.
Storm shook her head, "Charles doesn't think so.. let's just stick by him. We owe our lives to him.."
All eyes watched the door.. each now watching in silence with respect for the wise telepath.
Night had quickly fallen and sleeping mutants all over the mansion inhabited beds. It was a peaceful night; various stars twinkled from the spots where cloud didn't dwell. Even the resident metal mutants were having a quiet sleep; no nightmares had crept in just yet.
Logan was laid inside the warm covers of his bed in silence. His head cradled the pillows and his hands rested gently over the duvet. Moonlight streaked over his bed causing bright areas in illuminate the shadow of the night. All of a sudden, his eyes blinked open and he stared blearily at the opposite wall before he sat up, glancing round. Something had woken him up. But he couldn't place a finger on what. He threw back the covers and sat on the edge of his bed, peering round curiously.
His eyes quickly scanned the blackness and his ears tuned in naturally. There was nothing suspicious. He made a sudden sniff. Nothing.. He stood to his feet and motioned to the doorway where he flicked on the light. The darkness suddenly exploded into tremendous light and his fingers went to his eyes as he groaned from the pain. His eyes squinted furiously around; light always had bad effects after darkness.
He was just about to proceed to the bathroom at the left of his room before he froze and turned to his door. He went over and flung it open hurriedly. His eyes glared at the darkness of the corridor. Nothing was there. Until he heard gentle footsteps running down the staircase further along the corridor before the patting of nimble feet were heard on the wooden floors. Out of the darkness a familiar scent met his senses. Aurora. He stepped out of the doorway and stood in the corridor, looking in the direction of her oncoming footsteps. Within a few seconds she appeared faintly in the small light his open door provided.
"Logan!" She whispered, coming towards him with a panicky expression, "There's something not right.. I can feel it.. I had to come and tell you, have you noticed anything?"
"I'm awake aren't I?" He muttered quietly, then beckoning her into his room.
She entered, her own eyes now squinted at the onslaught of bright lights. She turned and watched him with helplessly narrowed eyes. Logan peered suspiciously round at the corridor before he followed in, leaving the door open, "I can't hear anything.."
Aurora nodded, "Not now, but earlier.. Something like.." She faded away as she stared out of the window beside her, "There it is!"
A drone of engines pummelled through the night air.. it was like before, the jet. But now there was more than one. A whole group.
"Oh God.." Muttered Logan gently. He made a grab for one of her hands, his strong grip meeting her slim fingers of her unaffected hand. He pulled her with him as he exited his room and sprinted on down the corridor. The roar of engines was becoming louder as panic flooded with his blood. He wanted to get out; he needed to get everyone out. He stopped suddenly and turned to the female he pulled along, "Go and tell everyone to get out of here. The West route is best!" He then turned, "Do the upper floor, I'll start here!" He called as he ran on down to the next door.
Aurora shrinked instantly into a wolf and she sprinted off down the corridor towards the staircase. Still the engines got louder as they travelled to their destination. Logan threw himself towards the first door, smashing through the lock that made no substantial effect to his impact as his strength burst him through.
Storm was asleep in her bed, oblivious to the oncoming danger. Logan strode over and ripped back her covers. With a start she woke up and gave an unexpected yelp of fright at the body that leered down at her.
"Come on! We gotta get out of here!"
Storm stared at him, blinking through bleary eyes, "Huh?"
Logan grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out of the room. She was pulled along regardless of her refusal, "Logan! Tell me what's happening!"
"They're coming." He muttered softly as he turned to the next door. He let go of her wrist as he smashed through the second lock and into the next room. There was no time for knocking. Storm stared as Logan strode over the broken door which lay on the floor. Again he repeated the process of waking up the mutant in the bed with a less than calm approach.
A startled shout came from the bed. Logan once more dragged the body out by his hand to the neck of their nightwear. Scott stumbled out onto the corridor, glaring at Logan, "What the hell!"
Logan now ran on still, "The human's are back! They're gonna blow this school to pieces! Now help me get everyone awake!!"
From the upper floors a chilling howl rang through the floors and to every corner of the mansion. It continued. Logan heard footsteps starting all of a sudden to the noise. He smiled; perhaps things would be all right.
Logan proceeded down the corridor at full speed with Storm and Scott following behind. He suddenly froze, Storm and Scott haltiedwith puzzled expressions. Logan gasped; turning on his heel and running back along the corridor in the direction they had just came, "Come on!!" He roared, his hands grabbing onto the pair and dragging them his way desperately. Storm and Scott were pulled along, clueless, before a shrill whistling sound was heard from behind them and within seconds a flash of red exploded the corridor, then another, and another. Parts of the mansion was being bombed abruptly and screaming was heard everywhere.
Logan and the pair staggered from the aftermath of the explosion, the pressure sending them almost tripping to the floor. But they pursued, finally meeting with a crowd of students whom Aurora led down the right staircase. From the staircase to their left, Kurt was leading another crowd of students. Magneto was behind, followed by Mystique. Out of another corridor rolled Charles.
"GET MOVING!!" Roared Logan, running on down the corridor with the stream of mutants behind him. Explosions rocketed through the school as they ran. Smoke filled their path and began to obscure their vision. Heat flooded their way as they were met by roaring flames. Bobby raised his hand as they ran and the flames were instantly transformed to mystical sculptures in the shape of fire. Still the group ran. Logan broke to a halt and pounded his fist sharply against a wall of wood. It lifted and parted from the ground to reveal a dark chamber. Logan urged them through, yelling commands to hurry as more explosions pounded and shook the very foundations of the school. Logan stepped away to allow the tremendous crowd of mutants to file through, some students crying and some in pain.
His head lifted.. he could hear distant weeping..
"Oh my God.." He muttered and he broke into a run back through the smoke, disappearing.
"Logan!!" Storm cried from the group of X-Men who stood at the back of the students, guiding them through the escape route.
"I'll be back!" He cried along as he ran. He pounded onto the first staircase he came across, a hand lifting to wipe soot and sweat from his brow as he threw his body along down the walkways that were now charred. Flames still throbbed in some parts. Blasts still shuddered the building in the distant corridors, but Logan still ran on, sniffing and listening intently for the trapped students. He rounded many corners, leaping over fallen objects and debris. He dodged small areas of fire, running blindly through smoke and sprinklers.
A huge wall of fire suddenly blocked him, as he rounded the corner, he could see three charred faces of students that cried out louder as they noticed him. Logan stared at the flames, which twisted and roared in front of him. He stepped away, gasping from the throw of heat upon him. He breathed heavy, looked desperately for some way through. Still he panted, blackened hands lifting to push away sweat from his brow, soot shifting to reveal light skin. He was panicking, he didn't want to. But blood rushed to his brain and the cries of students, their weeping only made his determination stronger. With a bellow of fury and pain he ran through the flames. He sprinted to the students, now roaring from burns that now marked his flesh. He grabbed at their clothing, desperately hurrying them through. One cried louder and he looked down, noticing a large wound upon the leg of a faintly green skinned student. He lifted the girl in his arms, running through, the other two students running with him.
It was there!
Another staircase!
He turned round the banisters, hurrying down a few steps. He stopped, gasping at the sight. Flames had died down and made several steps break away. Sprinklers still threw water over them and soggied the wooden stairs that caused passing to be even more dangerous. He grabbed onto the girl tighter and leapt across the gaping hole that was weak from the bombardment of pressure from flames and falling debris. He landed safely on a step; placing her down as he dived back over, bringing each student to their safety.
The familiar corridor beckoned them, still clinging to the injured girl he ran through, the other students staying by his side. He saw a figure by the passageway to safety holding up the wooden door, ready for Logan's arrival. As Logan neared he almost collapsed with shock. Magneto was stood there on his own, body dirtied as everyone else, he gestured the door, trying to hurry them in, "Come on! This roof is ready to fall in!" Logan speeded through, followed by Magneto and the other two students. The wooden door slammed behind them, reminding that they could never retreat. As they ran down the cold passageway to safety, the explosion of falling material shattered the cold air.
In the distance he could see many anxious faces out in the shadow of the corridor, features lightened by the moonlight that shone in from the exit. He felt a heave of relief in his chest as he met their side, lowering the young girl to the floor.
Logan rested against the wall, great chest heaving for air. He watched over the group.. they had finally reached safety
*** Oh my God.. that's such a hectic and tense chapter. I love this! I wrote it, trembling with anticipation!
(www.freewebs.com/xwotw).