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
Blue furry elf: New reviewer! Yay! *gathers everyone for a group hug* :D
Blix: Sounds painful anyway .
Jenny: Of course I'd never kill her. It would be terrible for my story! And it'd probably kill Logan with all the grief he's gotta put up with. So no, she's not dying.. But I ain't saying which are dying ;)
Ironic: Cliffhanger spook yah. Eh? *snickers evilly* Don't look down? :P
Wolf: Of course they not dead. I can't kill them two, there're some of the best characters!
Goth: Welcome back my friend! I know the students haven't been in much. But they're coming into it now. I didn't have much to write about when they were waiting at the mansion. But now the good stuff is coming and I shall make sure the younger three of the X-Men are involved.
Chapter 41
The evening was well upon Heathstead and it's surrounding landscape. The sky was awash with a glow of auburn as the sun lowered slowly to dip below the fiery line of the horizon. The surroundings were deadly quiet. It was as if nature itself had drifted into slumber and allowed silence upon the earth. But within the peace and harmony of the evening.. Footsteps could be heard and metallic sounds as a group of people streaked across sun soaked lawns and into the large jet of the British Mutants.
There was no conversation between the mutants as supplies were loaded into the back of the jet. Everyone knew what was happening and a mere glance to the neighbour was all that was necessary to keep things moving. The final boxes were pushed in place the back door shut with a hefty slam. Electro walked from the back of the plane and nodded as the other mutants began to embark.
Charles and Elizabeth were the first on the plane, taking the first row of seats. The younger mutants then travelled up the steps. Silently everyone settled into their seats. The final mutant upon the plane was Bandit who gave a thumbs up to the small crowd who stood at the doorway of the mansion, the ones who would be guarding the American children.
The door of the travelling jet slammed shut behind Bandit and he gave a solemn nod to the others before taking his place in the cockpit beside the other expert pilot; Storm. Within a few seconds of embarking, the plane burst with life and slowly rolled across the smoothly cut lawns before it let rip from the sweet grass and into the reddened sky of the evening in search of the violent, mutant-hating human.
This mission needed brains.. Not brawn.
The train heading to London was travelling smoothly across dark stretching landscapes of woodland. With the journey being pleasant, there was no need to be alert.. Yet. Scott leant back in his seat, giving a mild yawn. Jayne looked up from her newspaper with a smirk, "Tired? Already?"
"No.. not tired.. Just bored." Scott admitted glumly, looking out of the window with his cheek pressed to the glass. It was no use, the surroundings were almost completely black, save for a small lip of vibrant orange on the horizon.
Jayne just shrugged, her head disappearing back behind her newspaper, "Go and get another drink."
"I've already have about five cans! Never mind adrenalin, I'll be bouncing around with bullet holes! I need to concentrate."
Jayne merely rolled her eyes at him before continuing to read her paper.
The next few seconds managed to scrape pass in silence before all of a sudden the train jerked to a screeching halt from it's consistent speed. Scott let out a yelp as he fell forward on the table, his ribs slamming sharply on the rim of metal. The train was still moving, the brakes only just managing to bring it to a firm halt.
Scott looked up slowly with wince, prising himself off the table with a small groan. As he looked upon Jayne was she looking vividly at him before her head turned with a gasp. She could sense something.
"What is it?" Asked Scott with a mutter, straightening in his seat.
"Mutants." Announced Jayne simply as she glared out of their compartment door to see people running up and down trying to sort out some order.
The business attired male in their opposite compartment had just jumped to his feet, dragging upon his door and running out across the corridor. At his disappearance Jayne gasped, "It's him!"
Scott jumped to his feet, slamming their door open to run down the corridor after the man who's black coat flowed out behind him as he ran. Jayne was right behind Scott, the pair dodging various humans who came wandering out of the compartments to find out why they had stopped.
The business attired mutant then spun round the corner, his hands guiding him as he kicked open the door of the train and leapt outside into the darkness. Scott came upon the opened door, gasping as from the light of the train he saw the clothes being dragged off, his briefcase being whipped out into a bush.
Jayne slammed herself to a halt behind Scott, gasping pants heard as she stared out at the mutant. Her palm lifted and fire materialised in the centre. The glow made the running mutant be seen clearly.
"Oh God.." Scott commented under his breath as he saw a black attired male run after the stripping mutant. As the trousers were flung to the side, a blue skin and fiery red hair was apparent and shimmered in the glowing fire light.
Mystique.
She teamed up with obvious Magneto as he joined from the drivers compartment and off into the darkness the pair ran.
"No!" Cried Scott, trying to pull himself through the door as the train began to leave.
Jayne was holding him back, "Scott! We can't! We've got to get to London!"
"There're up to something! That was Magneto!"
"There're heading to London."
"What? But why?!"
"I don't know.. It's quicker if we stay on the train Scott.. We'll get there first."
"But it appears they know where they are going.. And we don't."
"I'll track them once we get to London."
All of a sudden a guard came and tapped them on the shoulders. Jayne quickly closed her palm and extinguished the flame.
"Back to your seats please. There's nothing that can be done. The police have been contacted."
Jayne and Scott obligingly stepped away and the door was shut on the dark fields.
As they sat back down in their compartment Scott spoke up, "So.. Fire, eh?"
Jayne looked to him, giving a small nod, "Yes.."
"Two mutations? That's really rare.."
"I know." Jayne said shyly.
"Naturally done is rare anyway.." Then said Scott, pondering over Logan and Aurora.
"Of course, my telepathic ability comes from my mother's side of the family, with my Uncle and all. But the fire is from my father.."
"Your father?"
"Yes.. He's not around anymore.. He got killed when he went on a mission one day. Humans killed him." She then nodded at Scott's surprised expression, "Yes.. There were mutant attacks even in his day."
Scott just nodded slowly, "I see.."
"But my telepath is not as strong as my Uncle's. I can only sense other people.. And only mind speak when they are close. Fire is my dominant ability."
Scott leaned forward on the table with a smile, "Fire is a very good mutation.. Very useful in battles." He watched her from his red shades, watching the fiery irises of her eyes that shimmered so gently that it was missable unless you focused on them.
Jayne's smile broadened to a knowing smirk, "Then perhaps I shall come in useful later?"
"No doubt about it.."
The woodland surrounding the metal mutants was now incredibly dark for the night was upon them. The only light was the lingering moon in the sky that shone down upon them and keeping the scene just that little bit more safer.
Still the pair was dirty from dried sludge and blood, but they still pursued on, determined to reach their destination. They walked a few more steps in silence before Aurora turned to Logan, "I think we need to head on to the road. We need to know if we're going the right way."
Logan gave a single nod and a grunt of agreement. He turned from her and strode up through the dark banking towards the sounds of city life. Logan sniffed at the air cautiously before he gripped onto the trunks of trees and hoisted himself over the steep banking and upon a road. He turned and outstretched his hand to pull Aurora up behind him. The road was currently free of traffic. It was lit only by a few orange hued streetlamps that cast an eerie glow on the otherwise deserted road.
The junction opposite them was where a road sign sat , with three signs pointing in three different direction. The pair ran across the quiet road and stopped upon the small grass mound in the centre of the roads in which the sign post sat. Logan frowned as he read it, looking round suspiciously before going back to it, "So.. London.. Is that way." He said, pointing down the main road which turned into a small one-car bridge over a river which ran noisily beneath.
Aurora nodded to him, glancing around before she ran out across the road with Logan on her heels. The pair slipped silently through the beams of light and the shadows to venture upon the bridge to cross and continue on their path to London. But as they ran.. The silence was destroyed as screeching tyres were heard behind them. Aurora gasped and turned, looking round Logan to see a police car come roaring towards them, sirens blaring and flashing wickedly. They turned to continue running, but a second police wheeled round the corner ahead and turned to confront them. Both cars raced towards them with flashing lights and squealing sirens. Police in the car were leaning out of the windows with guns at the ready and muffled commands were being shouted. More cars raced round the two corners, each coming to trap them upon the bridge.
Panicking Logan looked both ways, his chest heaving as anger and horror began to flood through him.. Aurora let out faint scream as a helicopter roared above them with the blades whipping madly and drowning out all words exchanged. The air around them was took up in a mad frenzy of a whirlwind as the helicopter lowered slightly from it's high position. Aurora made a grab for Logan, turning to him with a silent panic. She screamed frantically as the flashlight from the helicopter burst upon Logan. Logan stared up at the helicopter, horrified expression staring from his face as his hair whipped and clothes shuddered from the powerful onslaught of wind. All he could see was white from the powerful light that beamed upon him.
All he could see was white with flashes of blue and red, all he could hear was the droning blades of the helicopter and Aurora's terrified screams. All he could smell was fear and hate.
The helicopter was lowering, all weapons ready.. Logan looked sombrely to Aurora from the shocking light.
He knew it was almost over.
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All I have to say here is: Uh oh..
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