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 53
Mystique's head slowly lifted from the floor, eyes widening as she made a gasp. She wasn't the only one, Aurora too turned her head, and the pair shared a fearful expression before the noise was too realistic to be dismissed. Footsteps. Running footsteps
Lot's of them.
Magneto gave an angry growl, staggering to his feet limply. A fist lifted and wiped slowly running blood from his lip. He panted softly, eyes shifting as he too heard the running of footsteps from within the building.
"We've got to move!" Cried Mystique, quickly directing her head upon where Aurora was stood, looking helpless and frightened.
"I can't leave Logan!" Aurora cried, shaking her head desperately.
"What do you want me to do? Carry him?!" Snapped Mystique sharply, glaring at Aurora, "We need to get out of this death spot!"
Magneto growled again, glaring at the blue skinned beauty stood before him. His fists coiled and he made a slow and clumsy punch, one eye blinded shut by the run of blood from a head wound. He missed his direction spot and merely hit her thigh. Mystique, in reply, back flipped elegantly upon the slim railings of the underground exit of steps before she spun off with a gentle leap, pirouetted grandly, before she landed down near his shoulders, one foot to his neck and the other at the base of his spine. With a silent expression of agony, Magneto fell forward, his head smacking the concrete sickeningly, blood spattering from his bleeding wounds. Mystique was still positioned on his back, her feet in the same place. He made no noise.
Unconscious?
Dead?
Or just weakened?
Mystique didn't bother to find out. She was quickly off him and sprinted on down across the vast concrete towards the only exit of the compound. Aurora cried out to her, staggering gently, "No! What about Logan!"
"We need to save ourselves first!" Cried Mystique from a short distance away. She had now stopped, glancing round the stretch of gritty concrete, "Oh no.." She turned her head from the area ahead, gasping to Aurora, "It's too late.."
"What?" Aurora mouthed, almost mutely.. but she didn't need to ask for uniformed guards were spilling out at every angle. Aurora gasped, hurrying to Mystique to try and stay close. The pair closed in on each other, their heads snapping as more humans exited buildings, weapons of different styles being held. Cars roared around towards them, open top jeeps holding armoured humans with guns at the ready.
"Oh my God.." Gasped Aurora, spinning frantically as they were closed in upon. They still weren't completely surrounded.. but the exits between groups were vastly becoming sealed.
"Do you.. er.. have a plan?" Asked Aurora quietly to Mystique.
"No." Muttered the blue mutant sharply, flashing a glare to Aurora, "I wasn't exactly forewarned."
Aurora then turned her attention from the oncoming human's when she heard a noise from the distance. She frowned, ears flinching. That sounds familiar..
Shoosh..
Shoosh..
She frowned, glancing around her at the sound she kept hearing. What was it?! The thought racked at the back of her brain as she dried desperately to remember. It was something good.. it was someone.. argh.. it was.. it.. the noise that he makes.. ..he.. Kurt! It's Kurt!
Aurora gasped, her nostrils finally catching the scent of the other mutants. They were here! She felt a wash of faint relief over her inner as she heard a powerful voice stretch over the compound, "Lower your weapons."
Heads snapped to where Charles was positioned just out of the shadows. The armies looked amused if anything. A bald disabled man was going to tell them what to do..
But one by one, expressions faltered.. he had got in through an adamantium door.. Maybe the bald disabled man.. wasn't just a bald disabled man. Perhaps a bald, disabled, all-powerful mutant?
"Kill him." A voice darkly announced and all weapons clicked and positioned upon Charles Xavier, as they prepared.
"I wouldn't be so confident." Joined a second voice, and a figure stepped beside Xavier. Elizabeth, "We're not alone."
After her words, every mutant there stepped out of the once masking shadows and joined in a small crowd behind Xavier. Though they were seriously outnumbered, the look of fear on every guard's face was apparent. "Ready?" Asked the confident voice of Bandit.
"Let's go.." Whispered Jayne before the mutants raced forward, whether it be by flight, teleportation, or mere running, they charged at the first group of the army.
"Split up!" Bobby roared above the shouts, and as if on command, every mutant agreed and everyone took a separate direction,.
Mystique gave a smirk to Aurora; nodding knowingly before she flipped from the concrete and performed a series of unsuspecting kicks on an assembly of guards. Yells filled the air, bullets sounded as every mutant transgressed their powers mightily to discontinue the wretched beings of Stryker.
Charles meanwhile remained in the shadows of the walls, using his telepath to force many guards down to the floor unconscious as he shut off their brain and lulled them to silence as if they had been struck on the head. Not dead however. Charles wasn't willing to do that.
Flashes and explosions rocketed throughout the compound, yells and cries, shouts of anger. All mulling in to create one deafening roar of war. Scott was running across the concrete, sending blasts of red across to where a vehicle was racing towards him. The three soldiers within screamed at the vehicle was capsized and exploded soon after. The three were catapulted upwards, then down to the concrete. Dead.
To his right, Storm was sending showers of dangerous hail down upon her oncoming guards, deadly explosions of lightening presently making contact with her attackers. Scott gasped as he saw one sneaking up behind Storm with a gun held ready. Scott himself jumped as Kurt appeared behind the oncoming soldier and he was subsequently thrown out of the way by a pirouetted kick of Kurt's.
Some guards were sent flying by invisible forces, some were vanquished by a blurred image, others just collapsed on the spot. But even as some humans fell, bullets were coming from the large number still alive, luckily, many were distracted by the happenings, but bullets were ripping through barrels and boxes around the compound, car doors were ripped up by the shots, building walls scarred.
Aurora was stalking through the darkness as the fight raged on. A flash of lightening lit up her features eerily for a mere second, then the image of a great brown bear took place. Again a flash of lightening, she reared onto her hind paws slowly. Some guards had stopped shooting altogether at the terrifying sight. Aurora growled lowly, gold paw glinting generously in the dim moonlight. Guards soon reopened fire, bullets whipping madly through the air. Aurora pounced.. Claws slipping through their bodies as if it were through water. Slashing and slicing, killing many with one blow. As bullets hit her, she just roared her pain, her blows only being stronger than the next, fuelled by her rage.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Phantom running alongside Electro, and in another direction Sora swooping viciously upon a small number of humans. Everywhere she looked she saw bloodied mutants, but with their own blood, or their victims, she couldn't tell. With the mild distraction of watching her reddened allies, a bullet ripped through the air and her shoulder causing the great form to fall back with a roar of pain and fury. That hit in a bad place.. As she collided back to hit the cold wet floor, her form dissolved back into the flesh skinned human form. She gasped softly, wincing at the pain she was suffering from. She looked up to the soldier who had shot her.. but he was dead on the floor.. all she got was a glimpse of the swipe of three silver coloured blades.. Before the body collapsed.
She gasped, breath shaky, "Logan!"
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