Fear: Chapter 7-Regrouping
"What was that?!" Jamie leapt to his feet at an unheard noise for about the hundredth time, rushing toward the door and pressing his ear against it.
"It's okay Jamie, sit down." Amara told him, getting up and grabbing his arm to pull him back.
"Charles," Hank asked quietly, "How are we to know if they've gone?"
Staring off, seemingly into nothing, the Professor finally looked up, hands intertwined and resting under his chin. "I'm not sure Hank..." he trailed off, actually not knowing what to do. Without a way to contact anyone else, and being hidden away as they were, Xavier wasn't entirely sure what was going on within the rest of the mansion.
Red hair fell haphazardly into Jean's face as she whipped her head around upon hearing something at the end of the hall. The teenager had been hiding away for awhile now, after witnessing her closest friend, her boyfriend, being killed. She cringed back against the wall at the memory, shivering in the light blue and yellow nightgown she wore that stopped just above her knees.
There was dried blood spatter staining her pajamas, not her blood...but Scott's. Jean ran a hand through her hair, tucking a thick red lock behind her ear. She bit her lip, thinking whether or not to turn and travel down the hall where the noise had come from. What if it was one of her teammates, someone needing help? What if it was the enemy? Shaking her head and deciding she needed to take the chance, Jean quickly and quietly traveled down the hall.
Before rounding the corner, she pressed her back up against the wall, then incredibly slowly peered around the corner. Jean pulled back quickly, taking in a sharp intake of breath and sniffling silently. There was a body lying on the floor, she just hadn't looked close enough to see who it was. She was too scared. She wasn't even entirely sure the person was dead. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Jean stepped away from the wall and closed in on the body. "Logan..." she gasped nearly inaudibly with recognition, tears starting to cloud her vision.
Being focused on the blood stains, torn clothing, and thick red blood pooled around him, Jean barely noticed the slight rise and fall of his body as he took in short quick breaths. Her eyes widened as she composed herself, gently taking Logan's arm that wasn't covered in blood, and rolling him onto his back as carefully as she could manage.
Logan's eyes were open, but he remained unfocused, a cut on his forehead bleeding into his vision. He took in a heavy breath, a little easier now that he wasn't lying on his stomach. His shoulder hurt like hell, as well as the gash across his chest, though it wasn't incredibly deep.
"Logan, can you hear me?" Jean whispered urgently, looking around nervously as if for someone to help her. She realized they were in front of the infirmary, then crawled around to Logan's feet and grabbed him by the ankles. He was bleeding alot, that was obvious, and she was going to get him into the med-lab if she had to drag him in there. And that's exactly what she did.
After pulling Logan into the darkened medical room, Jean set him on the floor around the other side of the bed, to keep them both hidden a little in case someone happened to pass by. Though it didn't really help if someone saw the trail of blood leading into the room.
Jean dug through drawers frantically, but quietly, and managed to find a few rolls of gauze. She knelt down beside Logan again, immediately ripping away the tattered remains of his bloodied shirt, and tightly wrapping several layers of gauze around his profusely bleeding shoulder wounds and chest.
Moaning softly, Logan winced at the feeling of pressure at his wounds. That was just about the only good thing about pain; it let you know you weren't dead yet. He rose his right hand weakly and wiped the blood from his forehead so it was no longer dripping into his eyes.
"Come on Logan, stay awake. We can't stay here." Jean whispered to him urgently, lightly patting the side of his face to keep his attention. She knew he was probably weak from blood loss, and would slow her down, but she didn't have the heart to leave him. They'd kill him, and she wasn't about to sit back and let that happen. She'd already watched Scott die tonight.
"Rrrh.." Logan groaned groggily as he started to sit up, feeling Jean's hand on his back to help him. Sitting up just added to his dizziness, but he managed to fight through it, even standing, though he leaned heavily on Jean.
"Okay, we have to find the Professor," the teen told him, struggling a little with his weight and trying not to topple over as they stumbled out of the med-lab.
Dodging two of the killers once more, Storm and Nightcrawler ended up back in the mansion's sub-levels, though one floor above the danger room and Cerebro. They were on the med-lab floor, cautiously moving, though swiftly, in hopes not to be caught out in the open.
"Storm, look!" Kurt nudged her arm, pointing to something on the floor ahead of them. It was a trail of blood. Alot of blood.
Breathing steadily, Ororo followed the trail until it went into the med-lab, finding no dead or wounded body in sight. A relieved sigh escaped her lips and she continued past the room. "Come along Kurt."
He nodded, tail swishing nervously behind himself as they both rounded the corner, seeing the door that led to the stairs at the end of the hall just beginning to close, a trail of bloody footprints left in the wake. "Jean!" Nightcrawler called out quickly, catching a glimpse of her red hair swishing by as the door closed.
Ororo looked to Kurt as they quickened their pace to catch up. She called for the teen again, sharply. "Jean!" she gasped softly as the door reopened, the teen backtracking and moving slowly with Logan hanging on her for support. "Oh..Goddess.." Storm gasped as they moved toward the slow-moving pair. Jean looked basically alright, though tired...but Logan was barely alive.
"Oh man..." Kurt mumbled quietly. He'd never seen a person covered in so much blood...or look so dead on their feet.
"He's hurt bad." Jean explained as Ororo took her place in holding Logan up.
"Come on, let's get to the stairwell. We can rest a moment, it's safer than out in the open halls." Storm said as she went back toward the door.
Kurt and Jean both nodded in agreement and followed her.
Once at the stairs, Ororo carefully lowered Logan onto one of the steps, sitting down beside him so that he didn't fall, Kurt and Jean perched similarly above them.
"There's...four...of 'em." Logan said breathlessly.
Kurt's brow wrinkled in a grimace for the man's obvious discomfort.
"The killers." Jean confirmed, her head bowing as she fought back tears in Scott's memory.
"I..killed...one...an'...hurt th'other..pretty bad." Logan rasped, grunting and closing his eyes a moment as he took in a deep breath to keep himself from coughing.
Storm nodded, brows creased in sympathy for her teammate. "Charles, Hank, Amara, and Jamie are safe in the Cerebro chamber. Kurt and I just left Ray, Kitty, Rogue, and Sam in the danger room."
Jean looked to Storm in confusion. Someone was missing. "What about Bobby? Is he-?"
"-- Dead...yes." Kurt mumbled quietly.
Grief stricken further, Jean buried her face in her hands to muffle her cries.
After waking and finding herself laying on the hangar floor, Spider cursed loudly, feeling the pain in her shin as she moved to stand. "Argh! Fucker!" she yelled angrily, clutching at her bleeding leg. Logan had gotten her good, she'd underestimated him. Even if she had to amputate her own leg to get moving again, Spider vowed to take him down if he wasn't dead already from previous wounds.
Groping for one of her sais that lay on the floor, Spider clutched it tightly in her hand as she tore off the bottoms of her pant legs, cutting the torn fabric into strips. Gritting her teeth, she wrapped the cloth tightly around the three puncture wounds on her left shin that she was sure had gone through bone. Spider managed to get to her feet, and picking up both sais, she set out to hunt down her prey. This game wasn't over yet.
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