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: Yup, I shot Scott.. o.o So? No.. not really.. Hehe. Hm.. And the inspiration for the fight scenes are just conjured up in my head. I am known for a good imagination though.. my only quality, lol. Um.. to write them? Well, firstly think up of fights that can be written. I mean some may look fantastic in your head, but sound really mediocre in text. Once you've done that, pad them out with nice descriptive words, let the reader really get this image in their head. Don't shorten them either, let the sequence flow, if they jump, say how they jump, what do they do in the air, how are the feeling during this, how to they land, etc, etc. I'm sorry it was short. I didn't want to drag it out and 'waffle'. I'm glad you love the story! You're a great reviewer, good sizes! And here is the update! I hope you stay throughout this saga. I have story 3 and 4 already planned! But I have other smaller stories on the go, check them out! (:
Omala Moola: All this! In one night! War of the World AND Hatred of Hearts! O.O Wow!
Blix: Ooh, you're evil! Poor Scott. If Scott died it wouldn't be the same.. I dunno.. you'll find out! But logically, I don't think he should.
Jenny: Yup, but I'm afraid this is the last of the fighting actions.. but we do have a lot of emotional scenes coming. Get out the Kleenex!
Chapter 56
Slowly, steadily but unwantingly did Logan's eyes travel over the grounded bodies. Siren and he were the only ones left standing after a few collapsed in pain. Logan slowly lifted his head from the bodies to sky. The falling rain still gently washed down upon them delicately. The glorious moon glowed harmoniously from a small parting in the thick swirling clouds. His eyes stared at the dark sky, watching the droplets of rain fall upon them. His brow furrowed and lids closed as he made a mental cry of despair to hope that Aurora wasn't too seriously injured.
Begrudgingly, he lowered his eyes back to the morbid scene. He suddenly made a run forward, startling Siren by his swift speed. His eyes made a quick check as he ran by; Storm alive, Jayne bleeding, Bandit wounded.
Aurora..
Aurora was..
He couldn't express his relief in words. She was alive! He leapt over a wounded Bandit and landed smartly and silently in front of Aurora. It was apparent that she was in pain, for she was doubled up on the floor because of bloodied wounds, like many were. He lowered beside her, a bloodied and dirt marked hand lifted to cup her cheek from the wet concrete. He frowned, experiencing a rare emotion of anxiety as he watched tears fall from her eyes and to the bloodied cheeks.
"Aurora.." He softly said, his hand lifting her head gently.
Instantly her eyelids fluttered and revealed the astounding grey eyes. The sounds of her weeping were carried chillingly with the wind, as were the many vocalises of pain from the others, "Logan.." She softly muttered, looking to him with the shimmering eyes, "I told you to stay where you where." She scolded quietly, a small smile managing to lift her cheeks.
Logan gave a rough chuckle, wiping a tear from her right cheek, "I tend to go against orders."
"So we noticed." Then came a new voice. Logan's head spun to the body behind him, Scott had slowly sat up and was watching them, "But good work Logan."
Logan gave a single nod, but he quietly asked, "Are you alright?"
Scott made a small wince before he motioned to shift to his knees, "Yes.. I'll survive."
Logan stood sharply to his feet, outstretching his arms to Scott and hoisting him up to his feet with a single tug of strength, "There." He muttered, before looking to Aurora and lifting her in his arms gently, "God, how many times did you get shot?"
"Enough." Muttered Aurora, who then let out a small grimace of pain.
Scott instantly began to glance around at the other mutants, "Oh my God." He murmured, noting the wounded, "Storm? Sora? Electro? Bandit? Jayne?" He continued to question the air of their survival, and a small noise or a grunt told him of their status, "Rian? Kurt?"
Silence.
"Kurt??"
Logan slowly glanced to Scott as the team leader began to desperately repeat Nightcrawler's name to the darkness.
"Kurt!"
Storm had slowly come to their side, wincing softly from a gash on her shoulder, "Oh my God.." She muttered, "Kurt? Where is he?"
Logan sighed quietly and lowered his head as he heard a horrified gasp from Rogue, "Kurt!"
Scott and Storm slowly made their way to where the blue mutant lay silent in a dirtied puddle of rainwater. Red blood seeped around him, but his body was cleansed of any such marking from the continuous fall of Storm's rain. The blast of bullets from the group of humans had hit Kurt effectively. His waistcoat was ripped by the numerous shots, as were the front panels of his tailcoat.
There was no question to his condition. For his bright electric yellow eyes lay open, shockingly contrasted against the dark blue of his scarred skin of angelic symbols. They didn't flinch to the gentle wash of rain, nor when the running droplets travelled over his relaxed brow and over his eyelids.
"They say that what is done, is done unto them in return." A strong voice suddenly lifted through the weeping and howls of the wind.
Scott turned, frowning at the spoken words before he saw Charles roll gently towards them from the shadows. He appeared unharmed, undoubtedly all attacks were limited from him by his mental power.
"What do you mean?" Asked Rogue quietly, who was still watching Kurt with frightened eyes.
"Kurt killed an innocent life."
"Innocent? I hardly call the humans innocent." Muttered Scott with a sharp edge to his tone.
"But we are all murders tonight. We have all killed." Mumbled Rian.
"Kurt murdered Mystique." Logan then uttered, attention was immediately turned to him.
"But Mystique isn't innocent." Said Bobby softly, shaking his head, "You've seen her with Magneto, you know what she's like."
"She changed." Then said Aurora quietly; "Logan and I would be dead by now if it wasn't for Mystique. In fact, we all would be. She stopped the virus."
Expressions everywhere lifted in calm shock and disbelief.
"But Kurt wouldn't have known." Said Rogue sadly, frowning, eyes still upon the blue body.
"I know.." Said Storm softly, now moving towards the younger mutant and turning her from the dead body, "It was an accident."
"He's not the only one dead." Suddenly came a quiet voice.
Heads turned to see Jayne looking down at a figure at her feet. The redhead's body was frozen with apparent shock, and the distress upon her face was obvious, even in the dim light. Eyes then dropped from her features to the collapsed body at her feet. The first person to react was Charles, "Elizabeth!"
Their exit from the compound was certainly easier than the way in. But mentally, the weight of grief was on all their minds. The stench of death was empowering and it was unavoidable to escape the sorrow of the group. Even Charles had lost the wise sparkle in his eyes and the ever- flowing source of comfort and power. He just stared ahead, silenced in grief for his sister. The dead were carried out sombrely by the strongest of the mutants, and the journey to the jet was done in utmost silence. However, the silence was broken when Logan noticed a scent missing. He stopped suddenly, turning on the spot, the body of Kurt in his arms. The following mutants halted abruptly.
"Logan? What's wrong?" Asked Phantom quietly in a weak voice, skin pale from her weakening state.
"Siren. Where is she?"
A few heads turned back the way they came, "She was with us in the compound!"
"Is she dead?"
"I don't know.."
All of a sudden, a tremendous whoosh broke the anxious silence as Siren propelled herself from the rooftops to land in front of the group. Her boots met the wet slabs of the pavement with a quiet clunk, "Siren appreciates the care given. But allies we are not."
Heads snapped to the voice, a general wash of relief as no more deaths were permitted.
"But you helped us Siren." Said Sora quietly, one wing limply hung from her left shoulder blade
"True. Siren's aide.. was undoubtedly useful. But this is where we come to part. Siren is not one for friends. Siren is a thief."
"You wish to continue your life alone?" Then asked Logan quietly.
"I do ma bête.. Oui.."
"Nobody wants to be alone." Logan murmured softly.
A few eyes went upon Logan at these words of admittance.
"You mean le Wolverine.. Cannot handle the endeavours of being solo?"
"Yeah.."
Siren smirked, placing her hands on her hips, arching her back somewhat seductively, "Poor le bête.."
Logan's eyes slowly lifted back to her, not a flinch of anger or denial to his words.
"Once more we are foes.. mes mutants de camarade.. Siren wishes we do not meet again. For the next time there will be death." Siren announced smoothly, rouged lips shimmering in the faint lamplight. Just then, the jet was brought forward by the commands of Bandit's wrist-controller. Siren turned gently to watch the jet roll forward. Her attention coolly turned back to the mutants, "This is where we part. Siren wishes bids you farewell." With a sudden swoosh of her coat, and a twist of her limbs. The flash of the billowing coat and wild blonde tresses disappeared and she leapt across the bins and fencing and up over the roofs before she disappeared to her life in the alley's. Her old life as the French rogue. Unknown, unloved.
"Let's go." Muttered Scott, helping a weak Phantom into the lowered door of the jet.
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