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
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Chapter 15
"Please!" The figure was now at the bottom of the steps. It was a woman, form dirtied and wounded. Her clothes charred, skin scorched. Her arms clung for dear life onto a bundled form at her chest; a blackened shawl was wrapped round a tiny figure she held close to her. It was obvious what it was, since a large heaving cry had begun from the bundle.
The dirtied faces of the X-Men and students matched the woman's, clothes in similar state, and nerves both in tatters.
"Please help me!" She cried, not setting a foot in the steps, she just watched them with a pleading expression pulling a ripped blanket firmly round her form and her child.
"Are you alright? What can we do?" Said Storm softly, running down the steps towards her.
"Please take her.. they bombed our house.. please, I don't want her to die, please take her!!" She was heaving with desperation, tears flooding down her cheeks.
Scott had moved round Logan and moved down the steps some, "Take her? Your daughter?"
The woman nodded, "They're going to kill her! She's done nothing wrong!" Her words shook as her weeping took over the control of her voice.
Logan said nothing. He watched upon the scene in silence. He didn't know what to make of it.
Storm looked up the steps to Logan, then to Scott. Xavier then arrived in the doorway in his chair, "Bring her in."
Storm suddenly found her arms being given a small bundle; she blinked, slowly moving up the steps, glancing back to the woman who had now fallen to her knees, crying louder, her hands shook with despair as she held her face.
Charles nodded to Storm when she arrived. He then looked down to Scott and Logan, "The child can't be without her mother."
Scott and Logan looked down to the woman who was now watching Charles with awed respect, "You'll take me with you?"
"Wait.. we don't even know who you are." Said Scott, trying to regain some common sense to the group.
The woman regained her stance, looking to Scott, "I'm Sora."
"Sora?"
The woman nodded, a dirtied curl of blond tumbling from the top of the blanket that she clung to feebly to keep her warm.
"I'm one of you.." She then softly, hastily, glancing nervously behind her to the humans, "They bombed our home.. there's a street of us not far from here.. they got us before the jets flew on to here."
Logan raised a brow, "You got here quick.. the mansion is in the middle of no where."
Sora just nodded, glancing behind her again.
Charles cleared his throat causing the three at the bottom of the steps to look his way, "We can't leave you here Sora."
Sora smiled faintly, "Oh.. thank you."
A sudden shatter behind them caused gasps, as everyone looked that way in an instant. A part of the ice had fell and smashed against the floor. The humans inside were visibly shocked and cold but they trained their eyes on the mutants, readying weapons.
"Get her in!" Cried Scott, him and Logan hurrying Sora up the steps as the bullets began to fire. They scrambled through the doorway, Logan kicking away the steps that swung round oddly, wavering in the air. The plane door was slammed shut.
Storm and Scott hurried to the front of the plane, joining Aurora in the cockpit. The pair took the front seats and geared up the plane for takeoff. Aurora moved out of the cockpit obligingly and joined the conversation that had now struck up amongst the newcomer.
"Turn her round!" Cried Scott for suddenly, more humans were running their way and shooting bullets at the plane. The sound shattered throughout the jet and screams were heard including the screeching cry of the young child.
Storm hurriedly grabbed at the controls, speeding up the plane and bringing it round to the runway.
The plane now roared along the runway and the mutants had quickly taken to fastening themselves into seats for the safety of it. Scott could be heard heartedly yelling to Storm as she drove the plane faster and faster along the concrete.
"You're going the wrong way!!"
Eyes stared at the cockpit entrance in alarm.
"Just hold on!" Cried Storm. The plane suddenly lifted from the ground with a jerk. Scott could be heard screaming.. though the mutants in the passenger seats didn't know.. a plane was coming right their way.
"Pull her up!! UP!!" Shrieked Scott.
A terrorizing rumble shook the plane as wheels ran across the roof of the other landing plane. Scott had gone hoarse with cries and the mutants inside were now raising the roof with frightened yells.
The X-Men were trying their best to control the noisy students, but in truth, they were pretty terrified themselves by Storm's reckless stunts.
All of a sudden, the bullet firing was silent and no more rumbling passed through the plane. It was steadily increasing in height, engines purring smoothly.
She'd done it.
Logan was far from happy though, he ripped back his seat belt and tore open the cockpit door, "What the hell were you doing?!"
Scott looked up to Logan, his expression seething with agreement.
Storm however shrugged her shoulder calmly as she guided the plane to the sky; "I got us out of there didn't I? And we are all safe?"
Logan mouthed wordlessly for a few seconds before he cried, "You could have killed us all!"
"But I didn't. Look, it was either taking the risk or getting shot down by the humans and then arrested.. Which would you prefer?" Said Storm simply, "I'd rather die by trying to escape than in the hands of humans."
Logan stared at her for a moment before he left in a huff, joining the now quietened plane.
"Where's Aurora?" He asked as he sat down beside Charles, running a hand over his brow.
"She went to the toilet."
"Oh.. alright." Answered Logan softly, his heart still fluttering from the risky escape.
Suddenly a hearty scream echoed from the end of the jet, from the toilet cubicle.
***
Uh oh!
I think the reviews on fanfiction.net are messed. I haven't received a new one since the 26th of Feb and it says I have more than what it currently shows. Guh..
(www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
Throughout story: ""= Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Oh, and girls! (Guys if you must.. o.o) Get your asses onto my website and look at the homepage. Take a hanky or something. ;)
Chapter 15
"Please!" The figure was now at the bottom of the steps. It was a woman, form dirtied and wounded. Her clothes charred, skin scorched. Her arms clung for dear life onto a bundled form at her chest; a blackened shawl was wrapped round a tiny figure she held close to her. It was obvious what it was, since a large heaving cry had begun from the bundle.
The dirtied faces of the X-Men and students matched the woman's, clothes in similar state, and nerves both in tatters.
"Please help me!" She cried, not setting a foot in the steps, she just watched them with a pleading expression pulling a ripped blanket firmly round her form and her child.
"Are you alright? What can we do?" Said Storm softly, running down the steps towards her.
"Please take her.. they bombed our house.. please, I don't want her to die, please take her!!" She was heaving with desperation, tears flooding down her cheeks.
Scott had moved round Logan and moved down the steps some, "Take her? Your daughter?"
The woman nodded, "They're going to kill her! She's done nothing wrong!" Her words shook as her weeping took over the control of her voice.
Logan said nothing. He watched upon the scene in silence. He didn't know what to make of it.
Storm looked up the steps to Logan, then to Scott. Xavier then arrived in the doorway in his chair, "Bring her in."
Storm suddenly found her arms being given a small bundle; she blinked, slowly moving up the steps, glancing back to the woman who had now fallen to her knees, crying louder, her hands shook with despair as she held her face.
Charles nodded to Storm when she arrived. He then looked down to Scott and Logan, "The child can't be without her mother."
Scott and Logan looked down to the woman who was now watching Charles with awed respect, "You'll take me with you?"
"Wait.. we don't even know who you are." Said Scott, trying to regain some common sense to the group.
The woman regained her stance, looking to Scott, "I'm Sora."
"Sora?"
The woman nodded, a dirtied curl of blond tumbling from the top of the blanket that she clung to feebly to keep her warm.
"I'm one of you.." She then softly, hastily, glancing nervously behind her to the humans, "They bombed our home.. there's a street of us not far from here.. they got us before the jets flew on to here."
Logan raised a brow, "You got here quick.. the mansion is in the middle of no where."
Sora just nodded, glancing behind her again.
Charles cleared his throat causing the three at the bottom of the steps to look his way, "We can't leave you here Sora."
Sora smiled faintly, "Oh.. thank you."
A sudden shatter behind them caused gasps, as everyone looked that way in an instant. A part of the ice had fell and smashed against the floor. The humans inside were visibly shocked and cold but they trained their eyes on the mutants, readying weapons.
"Get her in!" Cried Scott, him and Logan hurrying Sora up the steps as the bullets began to fire. They scrambled through the doorway, Logan kicking away the steps that swung round oddly, wavering in the air. The plane door was slammed shut.
Storm and Scott hurried to the front of the plane, joining Aurora in the cockpit. The pair took the front seats and geared up the plane for takeoff. Aurora moved out of the cockpit obligingly and joined the conversation that had now struck up amongst the newcomer.
"Turn her round!" Cried Scott for suddenly, more humans were running their way and shooting bullets at the plane. The sound shattered throughout the jet and screams were heard including the screeching cry of the young child.
Storm hurriedly grabbed at the controls, speeding up the plane and bringing it round to the runway.
The plane now roared along the runway and the mutants had quickly taken to fastening themselves into seats for the safety of it. Scott could be heard heartedly yelling to Storm as she drove the plane faster and faster along the concrete.
"You're going the wrong way!!"
Eyes stared at the cockpit entrance in alarm.
"Just hold on!" Cried Storm. The plane suddenly lifted from the ground with a jerk. Scott could be heard screaming.. though the mutants in the passenger seats didn't know.. a plane was coming right their way.
"Pull her up!! UP!!" Shrieked Scott.
A terrorizing rumble shook the plane as wheels ran across the roof of the other landing plane. Scott had gone hoarse with cries and the mutants inside were now raising the roof with frightened yells.
The X-Men were trying their best to control the noisy students, but in truth, they were pretty terrified themselves by Storm's reckless stunts.
All of a sudden, the bullet firing was silent and no more rumbling passed through the plane. It was steadily increasing in height, engines purring smoothly.
She'd done it.
Logan was far from happy though, he ripped back his seat belt and tore open the cockpit door, "What the hell were you doing?!"
Scott looked up to Logan, his expression seething with agreement.
Storm however shrugged her shoulder calmly as she guided the plane to the sky; "I got us out of there didn't I? And we are all safe?"
Logan mouthed wordlessly for a few seconds before he cried, "You could have killed us all!"
"But I didn't. Look, it was either taking the risk or getting shot down by the humans and then arrested.. Which would you prefer?" Said Storm simply, "I'd rather die by trying to escape than in the hands of humans."
Logan stared at her for a moment before he left in a huff, joining the now quietened plane.
"Where's Aurora?" He asked as he sat down beside Charles, running a hand over his brow.
"She went to the toilet."
"Oh.. alright." Answered Logan softly, his heart still fluttering from the risky escape.
Suddenly a hearty scream echoed from the end of the jet, from the toilet cubicle.
***
Uh oh!
I think the reviews on fanfiction.net are messed. I haven't received a new one since the 26th of Feb and it says I have more than what it currently shows. Guh..
(www.freewebs.com/xwotw)