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
Blix: They sure are. o.o And she's sparking up jealousy amongst the women. About Gambit, all I know is that he's a Cajun thief and does something with playing cards.
Dark Angel: You'd be right about the girl friends. I'm not surprised though :D
TheWolf: Lol, but don't forget, they can't actually help it.
Siren's pictures and information is on the website now, including Phantom's.
Logan: SKETTY!!!
Sketty: Damnit..
Logan: What the hell have you done to me in Chapter 46?!
Sketty: ..?
Logan: I don't react like that around women!
Scott: Nor do I! Come on.. ..I'm Scott!
Storm: Scott does have a point.. *ducks from the 'thwap' from Scott*
Siren: Bonjour boys.
Logan and Scott: *stare* Hello..
Kurt: They.. they were right about her..
Charles: Luckily, being the most powerful mutant in the world means I can avoid her charms. But damn! She's got some good legs on her!
All: Charles!
Charles: I apologize!
Logan: Sketty. Stop this.. she's so.. No, Sketty! I think I'm in.. Sketty!
Sketty: Sorry guys..
Logan: *howls in anguish and falls to his knees* I can't take any more stress!
Rogue: I didn't know Logan was stressed.
Bobby: *has eyes on Siren* Nor did I..
Rogue: *glares at Bobby*
Logan: You wonder why I'm stressed?! It takes me three hours every morning to do my hair!! You try being gorgeous hunk of man! It's a hard life!
Scott: I've never tried.. *blinks and decides to not end that sentence*
All: Scott.. we know..
Sketty: o_O
Chapter 47The jet flew steadily on through the sky, which was currently a steady wash of deep blue, marked only by patterns of stars, patches of fair cloud, and a stunningly bright moon crescent. The jet roared over the roofs of buildings as it travelled down south towards London. Within the jet, eleven mutants and a human were safely strapped in as the jet rocketed across the built up landscapes of cities.
Many of the mutants had decided to ignore Lenny's presence, either disliking his views or doing it for their own safety.
Charles however, wheeled his chair towards Lenny and watched him with a stare of mild accusation and sympathy. Lenny just returned the stare with fear and awe.
"What are you going to do to me?" Suddenly whispered Lenny, shrinking from the dominance that radiated from the disabled man. There was an ever-continuous flow of warmth and understanding from the Professor, he was a wise source of comfort and power but Lenny only appeared to pick up on the supremacy, not Charles's sincerity.
Charles watched Lenny with his deep warm eyes. He sat back gently in his chair, hands across his lap as he considered the hidden accusation.
"We are taking you home." Announced Charles in his gentle but serious voice.
Charles could have declared Lenny's death, Lenny would still have reacted the same. He visibly flinched as though Charles had made way to hit him.
"T-to.. America?"
"Where else?" Charles said softly.
Bobby then came upon the pair bearing rations. He arrived with a mug of coffee he had prepared for Lenny, followed by a packaged sandwich. The plane was certainly prepared for long journeys.
Charles gave a smile at Bobby's appearance, a nod of approval for him to come forth. Bobby gave a small shrug, turning to Lenny with a reassuring sort of grin as he extended his offerings.
He might have well have tried to hand Lenny a bomb judging by the human's psychical reaction.
"You've poisoned it!"
Bobby's enlighted expression dropped instantly, "Huh? What?! No!"
Charles simply spoke up, his expression unflinching at the human's state, "And for what purpose would we kill you for Lenny?"
Lenny turned his head slowly to Charles, "I.. Well.." Eventually he frowned, "You.. You'd.." He faded away.
Charles just gave a small nod, a reassuring twinkle in his intense eyes.
Lenny watched him still.. What the great mutant said was true. There would be no logical reason for his death.. unless it was just for sport. But they wouldn't poison him.. He would have been dead long ago, before he even got on the plane if it was a sadistic hobby.
And they were capable. He could sense that, he could see it in their eyes.
His grubby hands lightly reached towards Bobby, but went no closer than he had to in order to retrieve his first spot of food for weeks. As soon as his fingers clasped hesitantly around the sandwich packaging and the mug, he quickly leant back into his seat, avoiding moving into the mutant's personal space.
His first bite into the sandwich was slow and suspicious. He chewed mightily on the soft bread, as if trying to work out the ingredients, as he tasted. Only when he had spent a good minute tasting the bread and filling did he finally give satisfied swallow and proceeded to hungrily devour the rest.
Charles gave an encouraging smile to the human; perhaps he was finally coming round to the idea of a shared world?
Despite the apparent distraction of Siren, the mutants managed to follow her unseen and unharmed. Feeble orange hued streetlamps dimly lightened their path into a dark and much poorer side of London, where the streets were free of absurdly expensive restaurants, free of quality fitted shops of staggering charges, and ultimately, free of the polite, if a little arrogant tribes, with a sprinkling of prized celebrities.
Alas, this was the home to the quiet and undistinguished, which were hounded and victimised by the terror of local gangs who appeared to have run on the place. Small houses were stacked in tight rows, fronts lowered in quality. There was a stench of desperation in the air, innocent inhabitants lured at the windows as the mutants passed. Eyes watched them go by nervously, quickly disappearing behind their drawn curtains as one of the mutants happened to look their way.
Their travel had been in silence. They continued to follow the quick and gentle footsteps of Siren's boots as she passed across damp pavements and roads, which glistened with earlier rain, the orange reflection of the lights shimmering across the stony texture. One of her boots splashed mightily into a puddle, which she walked through, undeterred to the mud splashes upon her calf of leather. In her wake, the puddle surface regrouped gently with ripples to form the smooth surface of reflection once more.
As the group of mutants came upon the end of their current road, Siren lifted a gloved hand to abruptly stop them. They came to a gentle halt, both men looking to her with a simpering smile that Jayne and Aurora weren't at all fond of.
Siren turned to face the four behind her, a serious expression grooving her features, "I cannot go any further. It be too dangerous.. I have never gone any closer myself before." She shook her head forlornly, "Très dangereux.."
Aurora looked across to Jayne and Scott, "Then Logan and I shall continue on from here."
"I'll keep alert for when you're ready." Replied Jayne with a nod, "I'll guide the rest here too."
Aurora nodded, turning to take Logan by the hand and prise him away from Siren, "Come on! We've got a mission to do.."
Siren gave an apologetic sort of smile, "You'll find it. It's unmissable. Très grande.. um.. big, large compound."
Aurora gave a nod, grabbing Logan by his hand again and dragging him across the road as she ran in the direction Siren had nodded. Logan was absolutely appalled at leaving Siren. He staggered backwards before turning to Aurora, "What are you doing?!"
"Logan, we need to go and destroy this virus!" Aurora growled, "Snap out of it before I make you!"
Logan just grunted and turned and tried made his way back across to Siren. He never made the second step. Aurora whipped him round to face her and slapped him across the cheek.. with her adamantiumed arm. Logan staggered for a moment, the adamantium causing it to actually have effect.
Jayne shouted her approval.
Scott stared at Siren.
Logan winced quietly.
Logan's own hand instinctively lifted to cover the red mark that now lingered. He looked up to then glare at Aurora, but it immediately softened, "Thanks.." He muttered, the pair now turning and running off down the dark streets, Logan not once looking back at Siren.
Scott on the other hand..
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Logan: *glares at Sketty* You made Aurora hit me!
Sketty: You had it coming.
Aurora: *grins*
Scott: *stares at Siren*