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.
LoneEagle: Thank you for such a lengthy review! You're every writers dream! I understand what you were saying about Xavier, and about the Magneto situation. But with Xavier, there is like over a hundred humans with guns upon them, I doubt he'd manage to talk much o.o After all, someone did say, kill him -.-
Jenny: Yah, that bit was the comic relief of the chapter! And you'll find out about Logan now, but he collapsed at the end of Chapter 53! =/
TheWolf: Yup! Cliffhangers!
Chapter 54
The tall and bulky figure continued it's path down to the floor, shining and bloodied claws slipping back into gloved knuckles before he staggered again and fell to his knees limply, "Ugh.." The Wolverine's head hung gently as he stared downwards through closed lids. His face was consorted with difficulty. His gloved hands supported his floored form, chest heaving shakily with each breath.
"Logan.." Repeated Aurora, her voice rather drowned out by the explosions and cries surrounding the pair. She pushed herself up slowly, wincing at where a small pellet sized bullet had neatly lodged in her upper arm. Only a mere trickle of blood trailed over her bare arm, the sleeve of her coat ripped and hanging miserably, as were many parts of her attire.
The head of the Wolverine remained hanging as he softly made a gasp of pain, a shaky hand lifting to hold his forehead. Aurora moved forward on her knees, shifting to sit in front of him gently, "Logan?" She repeated. He didn't respond, "Logan?!"
A shaky breath was all that met her ears, Her hands slipped upwards from the cold floor and cradled his face as she lifted it so his face was visible, "Logan?" She continued quietly, frowning gently. Logan watched her tenderly, features relaxed, but eyes haunted. His face was blood marked badly by several streaks from his head wound. "I thought he'd killed you.." Whispered Aurora, eyes fighting back to urge to express her welling tears, "You.. you're alive."
Logan's head gave a small nod, "Yeah.." He said in such a quiet voice, sound cracking to his dry throat and earlier lack of consciousness.
Aurora shook her head gently, ears flinching when she heard human footsteps coming close, "Logan.. there's no way you can fight.." She stood to her feet slowly; pulling Logan upwards who made a small chorus of winces and gasps.
"I need to fight." Rasped Logan, limping gently, and was now watching down upon Aurora.
"No Logan, or else you will kill yourself!" Aurora said softly, sneaking down into the shadows and leading him gently away down the side of a building and a large square metallic box with a large funnel curving out. It looked like the source of underground air. Aurora however lowered Logan gently in this little hidden corner. He collapsed backwards weakly, Aurora, getting dragged down unexpectedly by his weight. She made a small noise as she fell on top of him. Logan certainly seemed to awaken some at that. Aurora sat up gently, spluttering strands of hair from her mouth. A hand lifted and tossed her hair back round a shoulder, "Sorry." She muttered, swinging a leg off him as she staggered to her feet.
Logan just gave a small smirk, "Not really the time or place."
Aurora stared. Did the Wolverine ever change? Even in the middle of a battle. Aurora's expression eventually fell to a smirk also.
Logan gently pushed himself from the floor and gingerly rested his back against the cold wall of the building. He looked around the narrow area slowly, watching the condensing airflow from the tunnel as it gently puffed into the atmosphere before being demolished as it met the night air.
"Quite right." Quipped Aurora slyly, causing Logan's interest to his surroundings to quickly be lost and his head snapped to Aurora's reply. He gave a small grin at her, before he winced and lowered his head gently. Aurora quickly crouched in front of him, "Are you alright?" She hurriedly asked.
She was met by a single nod, "Yes.. yes.."
Aurora returned the nod herself, "Alright.. I'm going to go and help the others." She straightened to her feet, turning to hurry on down back to the vast area of the battle. But before she managed to completely straighten, Wolverine took hold of her hand.
"Don't leave me here.." He said softly, expression appearing haunted at the prospect of being left alone without any of his few friends.
Aurora shook her head gently, gloves clasping the hand, "I'll be back for you." She replied, "I won't leave you."
"You don't understand how much I need you." Said Wolverine quietly; the pair still sat together in the darkness as battle raged on beyond the building.
"You underestimate me then, Logan." Aurora replied quietly, "Stay here.. "
Logan gave a small smile, watching her intensely, "I'll keep alert for you.. "
She nodded, her hand slipping gently from his as she turned to sprint down towards the continuing combat.
"Be careful!" Cried Logan, before he slithered gently down to rest in the shadows, head bowed to folded arms, curling up in the cold darkness.
An open-top truck raced out of a large building, skidding mightily across the wet tarmac. As it came to a sliding halt, armoured soldiers leapt out and positioned themselves behind the sturdy vehicle, larger weapons at the ready. Aurora leapt over some fallen bodies and joined the other X-Men. She landed with a gasp, her head turning to Scott, "How are we doing?"
"Not good." He muttered, many of the mutant's attention had turned to the humans behind the jeep.
Aurora turned her head to these humans, frowning as she watched their weapons. Her eyes suddenly widened as nostrils caught a vile stench in the air, "Oh my God!" She cried, staggering backwards away from the other mutants who were now slowly forming back into one large group.
"What is it?" Muttered Storm, slowly glancing to her.
"Look under the guns.. the barrel.." Aurora gasped softly, "Look at it.. "
"Is that.. ?" Murmured Jayne quietly.
"Yes.. that's.. the virus."
Scott's mouth slowly lowered, "Oh my God.." His head suddenly spun, "MOVE!!" He roared, every mutant then suddenly exploding into movement as the guns rocketed small missiles towards the scattering group. Smoke streamed from each roaring missile, insides bubbling with the increasing pressure. One hit a brick wall and exploded, a small amount of an odd grey liquid splattering over the wall, a sickening stench then shifting from it.
Bodies of mutants dived for cover. Luckily the guns took a while to be loaded for each hit, so the battle to the mutants was clumsy and slow. As more guns fired the virus capsules at the running bodies, screams were heard, bodies dived out of view, missiles exploded, cries of agony and shock, cursing and yells were heard out of the growing cloud of gritty dust from the explosions.
A group of shouts, thudding and collapsing thumps in the smog. As the murky cloud began to fade, a pair of high-heeled boots took their place upon a metallic box near where the jeep was stood; another air funnel was above this box. A large coat blew steadily in the wind, blond locks flapping slowly. Her body was lightly crouched, her gloves on the floor beside where the five bodies of the virus wielding humans now lay in agony. Red burnt marks upon their faces in the shape of slim hands.
"Makin' Siren mad.. est non futé.. vous.. foolish.." She purred softly, pupils watching them brightly from perfectly shaped eyes. She straightened from the crouch, palms now slipping beneath her coat before her hands reappeared. A gentle notion sent a pair of pistols spinning simultaneously around her index digits before she clasped them both together, pointed directly at the grounded humans who still moaned together in pain. Siren had a dark smirk on her smooth features as she spoke dangerously, "Au revoir mes enemies.."
Bullet shots ringed the air, and screams of agony were no more.
"Anyone else want to try with.. l'escroc de Paris?" She muttered softly, holding her pistols provocatively down across the silentl humans who were all either limping or wounded somehow. Their weapons were still held, whether it be guns or something more sinister. Siren continued in her smooth French tone, "You kill mutants.. Nous vous you.."
The pistols loudly re-clicked.. all the mutant's head turned to the remaining humans.
"It is not wise to battle with Siren.." Her voice fluently met the air with perfection. A dangerous smirk was upon rouged lips.
LoneEagle: Thank you for such a lengthy review! You're every writers dream! I understand what you were saying about Xavier, and about the Magneto situation. But with Xavier, there is like over a hundred humans with guns upon them, I doubt he'd manage to talk much o.o After all, someone did say, kill him -.-
Jenny: Yah, that bit was the comic relief of the chapter! And you'll find out about Logan now, but he collapsed at the end of Chapter 53! =/
TheWolf: Yup! Cliffhangers!
Chapter 54
The tall and bulky figure continued it's path down to the floor, shining and bloodied claws slipping back into gloved knuckles before he staggered again and fell to his knees limply, "Ugh.." The Wolverine's head hung gently as he stared downwards through closed lids. His face was consorted with difficulty. His gloved hands supported his floored form, chest heaving shakily with each breath.
"Logan.." Repeated Aurora, her voice rather drowned out by the explosions and cries surrounding the pair. She pushed herself up slowly, wincing at where a small pellet sized bullet had neatly lodged in her upper arm. Only a mere trickle of blood trailed over her bare arm, the sleeve of her coat ripped and hanging miserably, as were many parts of her attire.
The head of the Wolverine remained hanging as he softly made a gasp of pain, a shaky hand lifting to hold his forehead. Aurora moved forward on her knees, shifting to sit in front of him gently, "Logan?" She repeated. He didn't respond, "Logan?!"
A shaky breath was all that met her ears, Her hands slipped upwards from the cold floor and cradled his face as she lifted it so his face was visible, "Logan?" She continued quietly, frowning gently. Logan watched her tenderly, features relaxed, but eyes haunted. His face was blood marked badly by several streaks from his head wound. "I thought he'd killed you.." Whispered Aurora, eyes fighting back to urge to express her welling tears, "You.. you're alive."
Logan's head gave a small nod, "Yeah.." He said in such a quiet voice, sound cracking to his dry throat and earlier lack of consciousness.
Aurora shook her head gently, ears flinching when she heard human footsteps coming close, "Logan.. there's no way you can fight.." She stood to her feet slowly; pulling Logan upwards who made a small chorus of winces and gasps.
"I need to fight." Rasped Logan, limping gently, and was now watching down upon Aurora.
"No Logan, or else you will kill yourself!" Aurora said softly, sneaking down into the shadows and leading him gently away down the side of a building and a large square metallic box with a large funnel curving out. It looked like the source of underground air. Aurora however lowered Logan gently in this little hidden corner. He collapsed backwards weakly, Aurora, getting dragged down unexpectedly by his weight. She made a small noise as she fell on top of him. Logan certainly seemed to awaken some at that. Aurora sat up gently, spluttering strands of hair from her mouth. A hand lifted and tossed her hair back round a shoulder, "Sorry." She muttered, swinging a leg off him as she staggered to her feet.
Logan just gave a small smirk, "Not really the time or place."
Aurora stared. Did the Wolverine ever change? Even in the middle of a battle. Aurora's expression eventually fell to a smirk also.
Logan gently pushed himself from the floor and gingerly rested his back against the cold wall of the building. He looked around the narrow area slowly, watching the condensing airflow from the tunnel as it gently puffed into the atmosphere before being demolished as it met the night air.
"Quite right." Quipped Aurora slyly, causing Logan's interest to his surroundings to quickly be lost and his head snapped to Aurora's reply. He gave a small grin at her, before he winced and lowered his head gently. Aurora quickly crouched in front of him, "Are you alright?" She hurriedly asked.
She was met by a single nod, "Yes.. yes.."
Aurora returned the nod herself, "Alright.. I'm going to go and help the others." She straightened to her feet, turning to hurry on down back to the vast area of the battle. But before she managed to completely straighten, Wolverine took hold of her hand.
"Don't leave me here.." He said softly, expression appearing haunted at the prospect of being left alone without any of his few friends.
Aurora shook her head gently, gloves clasping the hand, "I'll be back for you." She replied, "I won't leave you."
"You don't understand how much I need you." Said Wolverine quietly; the pair still sat together in the darkness as battle raged on beyond the building.
"You underestimate me then, Logan." Aurora replied quietly, "Stay here.. "
Logan gave a small smile, watching her intensely, "I'll keep alert for you.. "
She nodded, her hand slipping gently from his as she turned to sprint down towards the continuing combat.
"Be careful!" Cried Logan, before he slithered gently down to rest in the shadows, head bowed to folded arms, curling up in the cold darkness.
An open-top truck raced out of a large building, skidding mightily across the wet tarmac. As it came to a sliding halt, armoured soldiers leapt out and positioned themselves behind the sturdy vehicle, larger weapons at the ready. Aurora leapt over some fallen bodies and joined the other X-Men. She landed with a gasp, her head turning to Scott, "How are we doing?"
"Not good." He muttered, many of the mutant's attention had turned to the humans behind the jeep.
Aurora turned her head to these humans, frowning as she watched their weapons. Her eyes suddenly widened as nostrils caught a vile stench in the air, "Oh my God!" She cried, staggering backwards away from the other mutants who were now slowly forming back into one large group.
"What is it?" Muttered Storm, slowly glancing to her.
"Look under the guns.. the barrel.." Aurora gasped softly, "Look at it.. "
"Is that.. ?" Murmured Jayne quietly.
"Yes.. that's.. the virus."
Scott's mouth slowly lowered, "Oh my God.." His head suddenly spun, "MOVE!!" He roared, every mutant then suddenly exploding into movement as the guns rocketed small missiles towards the scattering group. Smoke streamed from each roaring missile, insides bubbling with the increasing pressure. One hit a brick wall and exploded, a small amount of an odd grey liquid splattering over the wall, a sickening stench then shifting from it.
Bodies of mutants dived for cover. Luckily the guns took a while to be loaded for each hit, so the battle to the mutants was clumsy and slow. As more guns fired the virus capsules at the running bodies, screams were heard, bodies dived out of view, missiles exploded, cries of agony and shock, cursing and yells were heard out of the growing cloud of gritty dust from the explosions.
A group of shouts, thudding and collapsing thumps in the smog. As the murky cloud began to fade, a pair of high-heeled boots took their place upon a metallic box near where the jeep was stood; another air funnel was above this box. A large coat blew steadily in the wind, blond locks flapping slowly. Her body was lightly crouched, her gloves on the floor beside where the five bodies of the virus wielding humans now lay in agony. Red burnt marks upon their faces in the shape of slim hands.
"Makin' Siren mad.. est non futé.. vous.. foolish.." She purred softly, pupils watching them brightly from perfectly shaped eyes. She straightened from the crouch, palms now slipping beneath her coat before her hands reappeared. A gentle notion sent a pair of pistols spinning simultaneously around her index digits before she clasped them both together, pointed directly at the grounded humans who still moaned together in pain. Siren had a dark smirk on her smooth features as she spoke dangerously, "Au revoir mes enemies.."
Bullet shots ringed the air, and screams of agony were no more.
"Anyone else want to try with.. l'escroc de Paris?" She muttered softly, holding her pistols provocatively down across the silentl humans who were all either limping or wounded somehow. Their weapons were still held, whether it be guns or something more sinister. Siren continued in her smooth French tone, "You kill mutants.. Nous vous you.."
The pistols loudly re-clicked.. all the mutant's head turned to the remaining humans.
"It is not wise to battle with Siren.." Her voice fluently met the air with perfection. A dangerous smirk was upon rouged lips.