Hey ya'll! Piotr's girl here. Sorry I took so long with the updating, but
Winn-Dixie thinks he is my master. I serve Magneto! Actually no I don't, my
contract was up last week. I'm self-employed now.
And I would answer reviews, but FF.net is being communist and won't let me read them, so sorry guys! *sees a mob with flaming torches and pitchforks to right* What the heck?!
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Chapter 6: Explosive Anger
Beep. Beep.
Natalie rolled over and slowly opened her eyes. Sunlight poured in through the windows that surrounded her bed. She reached over groggily and turned off her glowing alarm clock.
"7 am, sheesh."
She got up and slowly made her way to the closet. She dressed in faded low- riders, a white ribbed tank, and her favorite thick-soled brown boots. She desperately tried to pull her hair into a low ponytail, but her short piecey layers fell through her fingers, framing her softly curved face.
"Natalie, hurry up! We're like gonna be so late!"
Natalie rolled her eyes at the voice, and sighed in frustration at her hair. She grabbed her backpack and sunglasses then headed out the bedroom door.
Kitty stood at the bottom of the stairs, hands on her hips, and a pout settled on her face. She watched as Natalie, with her sparkling purple eyes, hopped down the steps two at a time, laughing at the Valley Girl.
"Take a chill-pill, Kitty, we won't be that late."
Kitty just shook her head, her ponytail swinging back and forth. She couldn't help but laugh at the southern girl's antics.
"Let's go!"
She grabbed Natalie's arm and hurried her through the corridor that led to their spacious garage. Jean had the engine to her explorer running, and was starting to back up and leave. Jubilee and Amara sat inside. Scott was leaned lazily against his convertible. Alone. And Kitty rushed to him, dragging Natalie behind her.
"Hey Scott! Like let us ride with you today!"
"No prob, hop in ladies."
Natalie jumped in on the passenger side and cried out "Shotgun!" She fell back against her seat, laughing.
"Looks like Kit-Kat's got the back."
Kitty just smirked and cocked her head to the side.
"Like laugh while you still can, Bright-Eyes. We'll see who ends up in the backseat."
She started to phase in when Scott whispered something to her. Intrigued, Kitty phased out again. Natalie looked on with interest.
"Hey Kit, will you ride with Jean today? I need to talk to Natalie, it's important."
"Well, okay, but you like so owe me Scott."
"Thanks, kid."
"No problem. . . kid."
Kitty ran towards the SUV as fast as she could.
"Jean, like wait up already!"
The telepath slammed on the brakes, and Kitty phased in through the back. They drove away. Scott hopped into the driver's side and started the car.
"Looks like it's just you and me, Nat."
He smiled at her.
"Looks lahk it."
Her shoulders tensed, and he noticed this.
"Everything okay, Nat?"
"Yeah, great."
* * *
The silence was deafening. Natalie just stared out the window, sunglasses pushed up as far as they would go. Scott sighed at this.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Well, yeah."
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Natalie noticed, and her eyes flashed brown beneath her shades.
"If you ever want to talk about something", he continued, "I'm all ears for it."
She smiled a little. "Thanks Scott."
"Listen, Nat. . ."
"Yeah?" She turned to face him.
He reddened, then slapped his forehead. "I need gas."
He pulled into the Hess Station about a block from the school. Natalie started to get out, when Scott grabbed her hand. Surprised she turned to face him. He leaned in, his face moving closer to hers.
He stopped a few inches from hers. "Just remember I'm here for you."
Natalie's eyed flickered orange, and her shoulders tensed. She slowly withdrew from his gaze, opening the door to the car.
"That's all fine and dandy, Scott, but I'm really getting thirsty."
She jumped out and practically ran to the jiffy store. Scott looked after her, feeling strangely defeated. But he didn't realize at the moment that he was being watched, too.
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Pietro Maximoff was running towards his high school when Scott Summers' beautiful red convertible caught his eye. There was nothing more entertaining first thing in the morning like annoying the hell out of One- eye, so the speed demon waited until he saw the new girl X-geek walk inside, and then he ran to Scott's car.
"Hey Summers, robbing cradles now?"
Scott sighed in frustration at the familiar voice.
"Don't you have something better to do, Maximoff?"
Pietro smirked evilly at this remark.
"Actually, no I don't. By the way, mind if I borrow your little girlfriend?"
"What?"
Scott looked at the Brotherhood boy in horror as he realized what he meant.
* * *
Natalie came walking out of the jiffy store, coffee in hand, when she felt herself caught up fiercely. She yelped and her coffee spilled to the ground. Wind blew through her hair, and her eyes widened and turned emerald green beneath her sunglasses. When all stopped, she found herself in Pietro's arms and staring directly at Scott, who couldn't have looked more pissed off.
"Put her down!"
Scott reached to lower his shades, and Pietro just laughed at him.
"Go ahead and fire away Summers. You'll just injure a teammate and look weak to all those X-geeks you're shacked up with!"
Scott growled at him. Natalie became frightened and weary of the situation. She began kicking and screaming at the silver-haired boy.
"Put me down, put me down ya freakin' reject!"
She grabbed his hair and starting pulling as hard as she could.
"Ow, cut it out, bitch!"
Pietro quickly grabbed her and tossed her aside on her butt. She jumped up, placing her hand against her backside, clearly pissed, but fearful to try anything.
"Nat, get outta here!"
She nodded fearfully and started to run towards the jiffy store. Scott slowly lowered his glasses, and red glowed over the top.
"You're mine, daddy's boy."
* * *
Natalie jerked open the door and fled inside to the back. She ran to the unattended payphone and started to dial the Professor's number. It never occurred to her that the guy was psychic.
Silence.
"Hello, hello?"
Not even a dial tone.
She held up the ends of the frazzled corn in disgust. "Great, now what?"
* * *
"Eh, mate! Move outta the way already!"
Remy LeBeau turned around from where he sat straddling his motorcycle, and mock-glared at the fiery Australian behind him.
"Ey, mon ami, Remy be movin' when 'e feel like it. 'sides, wouldn' be goin' ta no school 'fit weren' for' de bossman makin' 'm."
"Aye now, that bloke's makin' me and the Ruskie go too, rememba?"
The Cajun narrowed his eyes beneath the sunglasses he wore. "Oui."
Piotr didn't utter a word. The Cajun took off on his motorcycle, followed by St. John, then Piotr. Dirt flew up from behind where their wheels struck the ground, and a pair of glowing eyes watched them from the window overhead.
* * *
Natalie stayed in the back of the jiffy store, fearful of what might be happening outside. Her breathing came in short, forced gasps of air.
"Calm down, Nat", she said to herself. "What could happen?"
She mustered up the strength to go back outside and see if she could help. As she peered out the window, her feet slid out from beneath her. She screamed as she fell, and saw items beginning to fall off of the well- stocked shelves. People inside were screaming too- about an earthquake?!
"I know we ain't on no faultline."
She struggled to get up, and half ran, half stumbled to where Pietro and Scott were fighting, and- mullet boy? It looked like Lance was somehow causing the earthquake.
Natalie fell forward, and caught herself on a cement block beside her. She had to try and help. Scott was shooting beams from his eyes, but Pietro was too fast for him. Lance balled his fists in the air and shook the ground beneath Scott, and the X-Man was thrown into the side of his cherished red car and knocked unconscious.
"No!"
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Remy and Piotr had left St. John behind on the street to Bayville High, so he rode alone. He took in the sites around him.
"'es a lot different than Sydney," he said to himself.
The ground beneath his motorcycle began to shake, and he gasped as the ground in front of him collapsed to form a sinkhole! He reacted quickly and jumped the ten-foot gap and landed safely on the other side.
"What the hell's goin' on?"
He saw a red beam shoot up in the sky from somewhere ahead of him.
His eyes widened, and a maniacal grin settled on his face. "X-Men."
* * *
Natalie crawled doggedly toward where Lance was standing. His back was to her, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He raised his fists higher in the air. The shaking worsened. Pietro was nowhere to be found. Scott lay half-buried beside his car. Natalie had to act fast. She looked around her, and crawled behind where the earth god stood.
"A hubcap!"
She glanced around to see if Pietro was nearby, and in fact, he wasn't in sight. She picked up the hubcap that lay beside her, and hurled it with all her might. It struck Lance in the base of his skull, and he fell, unconscious.
"Score!"
But she gasped, then watched in horror, because as Lance fell, the last seismic wave he had thrown toward Scott's car veered startlingly off course and struck the pumps. Scott still lay unconscious beside the car. He was in danger. She started to run to him, when Pietro appeared behind her. She felt a rush of wind, and then nothing as her head met a concrete block under the shelter that covered the pumps and Scott's car.
She lay, half-conscious, as she watched electrical wires fall from the shelter and land beside the gas that leaked from the pumps. It touched off slowly, and she watched with pure horror as it slowly grew. It crept closer to Scott and her, and illuminated brightly. She sighed.
"This is it, Scott. I'm sorry."
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St. John rode faster than ever, and gasped with delight as he saw a huge explosion up ahead.
"Gas pumps, mate! Must be my lucky day!"
He stopped short of it, and started to control the raging fire. Its form changed slowly into a considerably large Trojan Horse, and then a haunting face. Then he smiled, as it turned into the saddened and teary-eyed face of the girl on the train. . .
Then he heard screaming. It faded as pieces of metal began to fall from the shelter in front of him
"Guess play-time's over."
There was no one else to be found, so he manipulated the fire once again. It slowly faded and died out, much to the fire god's dismay. It left nothing but smoldering ashes and debris laying about.
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"Hey Chuck, I'm going out for a ride."
Logan began power-walking towards the garage. The Professor followed the Canadian in his wheelchair.
"Logan, what are you up to?"
The younger man growled and sniffed the air. "I smell trouble."
* * *
St. John looked around to try and see where the screams had come from. He swiveled his head when he heard heavy breathing come from beside him. No one was there. He started to take a step, when he saw broken sunglasses beside his foot. He bent down to pick them up, when he noticed a lock of light brown hair sticking out from beneath a pile of rubble. Hastily, he began picking up the rocks from it, then stood back in horror. What he saw startled him.
A young girl lay buried there. Sixteen, maybe seventeen. Her simple white tank was covered with soot and dirt. She wore ripped jeans, and her face was covered with streaks and smudges of dirt. Her eyes were closed, and chunks of light-colored hair had fallen across her seemingly innocent face.
He knelt beside her, and gently cradled her head and shoulders in his lap. He gingerly pushed the lock of hair back from her face.
"You look awful familiar." He said quietly.
He studied her, and watched as her chest rose and fell with her slow and heavy breathing.
"Atleast you're still alive."
He looked again, then gasped with surprise.
"You're the sheila from the train! You need help!"
He slowly and carefully scooped her up in his arms, and began to carry her to his motorcycle. He wasn't sure how he could get her to a hospital, but he was gonna try. He looked around and grimaced as he saw one of the X-Men, Cyclops was it? Half buried and seemingly burned beside a trashed car.
"A hurt X-Man? Big whoop-dee freakin' doo."
He then heard a familiar growl. He quickly but gently set the hurt girl against the brick wall as the Wolverine rode past him on his motorcycle, claws outstretched.
The Acolyte ducked and ran away from the girl.
"What the hell were you thinkin', bub?"
Wolverine jumped off his motorcycle and leapt at the teen. Pyro jumped away from him.
"If it's a fight you're looking for, mate, then it's a fight you've gotten!"
"Try me, bub."
"With pleasure."
The Australian reached for his pocket to grab his lighter when he saw a brilliant flash of light and he felt himself hit a brick wall. He fell through, and held his hand to the back of his head, where red blood poured out in a steady flow. He looked in horror as the one called Cyclops tried to drag himself from underneath the rubble, one hand to his sunglasses. Wolverine walked briskly toward the fallen Acolyte, and jerked him up off of the ground by his shirt collar. He pinned him against a cement pole that had managed to stand its ground.
"Still want to fight me?"
The Canadian growled at the teen furiously. "Now where is the girl?"
"Ah'm right here, Mr. Logan."
Both men turned in shock as the southerner struggled to stand, putting her scraped hands to the wall for support.
"Natalie!"
Pyro started to run to her, but Logan shoved him back.
"I knew you were in on this! I knew you were behind this whole thing! You're always wanting to start shit!" Scott was screaming from where he was trapped beside his car, which was burnt beyond recognision.
Logan rolled his eyes at the young X-Man.
"Mr. Logan, he-"
She gasped, and her hands started to slide.
"He, he didn't, he-"
The Australian dodged the older man and ran forward to catch her, and gently put her down, cradling her head.
Sshhhhhiiiinnnnnnkkkk.
"I suggest you get outta here, bub, before I get really angry."
Pyro ran from him, holding the back of his head, and rode away on his motorcycle.
Logan shook his head, then bent over to pick Natalie up.
"Why are you kids so much trouble?"
**Chuck, I found Natalie.**
**Good the. Bring back Scott, too.**
**Do I have to?**
**Logan, we don't leave ANYONE behind. You know that. Even if that person is fairly annoying.**
Logan smiled at this, and started to walk toward where Scott lay. He carried Natalie over one shoulder. He stopped, then sniffed the air. Something smelled familiar to him. He growled.
"Pietro and Alvers, those little bastards."
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Woot! Chapter six is completed! And sorry for butchering up the languages, I promise I was trying not to!!
And I would answer reviews, but FF.net is being communist and won't let me read them, so sorry guys! *sees a mob with flaming torches and pitchforks to right* What the heck?!
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Chapter 6: Explosive Anger
Beep. Beep.
Natalie rolled over and slowly opened her eyes. Sunlight poured in through the windows that surrounded her bed. She reached over groggily and turned off her glowing alarm clock.
"7 am, sheesh."
She got up and slowly made her way to the closet. She dressed in faded low- riders, a white ribbed tank, and her favorite thick-soled brown boots. She desperately tried to pull her hair into a low ponytail, but her short piecey layers fell through her fingers, framing her softly curved face.
"Natalie, hurry up! We're like gonna be so late!"
Natalie rolled her eyes at the voice, and sighed in frustration at her hair. She grabbed her backpack and sunglasses then headed out the bedroom door.
Kitty stood at the bottom of the stairs, hands on her hips, and a pout settled on her face. She watched as Natalie, with her sparkling purple eyes, hopped down the steps two at a time, laughing at the Valley Girl.
"Take a chill-pill, Kitty, we won't be that late."
Kitty just shook her head, her ponytail swinging back and forth. She couldn't help but laugh at the southern girl's antics.
"Let's go!"
She grabbed Natalie's arm and hurried her through the corridor that led to their spacious garage. Jean had the engine to her explorer running, and was starting to back up and leave. Jubilee and Amara sat inside. Scott was leaned lazily against his convertible. Alone. And Kitty rushed to him, dragging Natalie behind her.
"Hey Scott! Like let us ride with you today!"
"No prob, hop in ladies."
Natalie jumped in on the passenger side and cried out "Shotgun!" She fell back against her seat, laughing.
"Looks like Kit-Kat's got the back."
Kitty just smirked and cocked her head to the side.
"Like laugh while you still can, Bright-Eyes. We'll see who ends up in the backseat."
She started to phase in when Scott whispered something to her. Intrigued, Kitty phased out again. Natalie looked on with interest.
"Hey Kit, will you ride with Jean today? I need to talk to Natalie, it's important."
"Well, okay, but you like so owe me Scott."
"Thanks, kid."
"No problem. . . kid."
Kitty ran towards the SUV as fast as she could.
"Jean, like wait up already!"
The telepath slammed on the brakes, and Kitty phased in through the back. They drove away. Scott hopped into the driver's side and started the car.
"Looks like it's just you and me, Nat."
He smiled at her.
"Looks lahk it."
Her shoulders tensed, and he noticed this.
"Everything okay, Nat?"
"Yeah, great."
* * *
The silence was deafening. Natalie just stared out the window, sunglasses pushed up as far as they would go. Scott sighed at this.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Well, yeah."
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Natalie noticed, and her eyes flashed brown beneath her shades.
"If you ever want to talk about something", he continued, "I'm all ears for it."
She smiled a little. "Thanks Scott."
"Listen, Nat. . ."
"Yeah?" She turned to face him.
He reddened, then slapped his forehead. "I need gas."
He pulled into the Hess Station about a block from the school. Natalie started to get out, when Scott grabbed her hand. Surprised she turned to face him. He leaned in, his face moving closer to hers.
He stopped a few inches from hers. "Just remember I'm here for you."
Natalie's eyed flickered orange, and her shoulders tensed. She slowly withdrew from his gaze, opening the door to the car.
"That's all fine and dandy, Scott, but I'm really getting thirsty."
She jumped out and practically ran to the jiffy store. Scott looked after her, feeling strangely defeated. But he didn't realize at the moment that he was being watched, too.
* * *
Pietro Maximoff was running towards his high school when Scott Summers' beautiful red convertible caught his eye. There was nothing more entertaining first thing in the morning like annoying the hell out of One- eye, so the speed demon waited until he saw the new girl X-geek walk inside, and then he ran to Scott's car.
"Hey Summers, robbing cradles now?"
Scott sighed in frustration at the familiar voice.
"Don't you have something better to do, Maximoff?"
Pietro smirked evilly at this remark.
"Actually, no I don't. By the way, mind if I borrow your little girlfriend?"
"What?"
Scott looked at the Brotherhood boy in horror as he realized what he meant.
* * *
Natalie came walking out of the jiffy store, coffee in hand, when she felt herself caught up fiercely. She yelped and her coffee spilled to the ground. Wind blew through her hair, and her eyes widened and turned emerald green beneath her sunglasses. When all stopped, she found herself in Pietro's arms and staring directly at Scott, who couldn't have looked more pissed off.
"Put her down!"
Scott reached to lower his shades, and Pietro just laughed at him.
"Go ahead and fire away Summers. You'll just injure a teammate and look weak to all those X-geeks you're shacked up with!"
Scott growled at him. Natalie became frightened and weary of the situation. She began kicking and screaming at the silver-haired boy.
"Put me down, put me down ya freakin' reject!"
She grabbed his hair and starting pulling as hard as she could.
"Ow, cut it out, bitch!"
Pietro quickly grabbed her and tossed her aside on her butt. She jumped up, placing her hand against her backside, clearly pissed, but fearful to try anything.
"Nat, get outta here!"
She nodded fearfully and started to run towards the jiffy store. Scott slowly lowered his glasses, and red glowed over the top.
"You're mine, daddy's boy."
* * *
Natalie jerked open the door and fled inside to the back. She ran to the unattended payphone and started to dial the Professor's number. It never occurred to her that the guy was psychic.
Silence.
"Hello, hello?"
Not even a dial tone.
She held up the ends of the frazzled corn in disgust. "Great, now what?"
* * *
"Eh, mate! Move outta the way already!"
Remy LeBeau turned around from where he sat straddling his motorcycle, and mock-glared at the fiery Australian behind him.
"Ey, mon ami, Remy be movin' when 'e feel like it. 'sides, wouldn' be goin' ta no school 'fit weren' for' de bossman makin' 'm."
"Aye now, that bloke's makin' me and the Ruskie go too, rememba?"
The Cajun narrowed his eyes beneath the sunglasses he wore. "Oui."
Piotr didn't utter a word. The Cajun took off on his motorcycle, followed by St. John, then Piotr. Dirt flew up from behind where their wheels struck the ground, and a pair of glowing eyes watched them from the window overhead.
* * *
Natalie stayed in the back of the jiffy store, fearful of what might be happening outside. Her breathing came in short, forced gasps of air.
"Calm down, Nat", she said to herself. "What could happen?"
She mustered up the strength to go back outside and see if she could help. As she peered out the window, her feet slid out from beneath her. She screamed as she fell, and saw items beginning to fall off of the well- stocked shelves. People inside were screaming too- about an earthquake?!
"I know we ain't on no faultline."
She struggled to get up, and half ran, half stumbled to where Pietro and Scott were fighting, and- mullet boy? It looked like Lance was somehow causing the earthquake.
Natalie fell forward, and caught herself on a cement block beside her. She had to try and help. Scott was shooting beams from his eyes, but Pietro was too fast for him. Lance balled his fists in the air and shook the ground beneath Scott, and the X-Man was thrown into the side of his cherished red car and knocked unconscious.
"No!"
* * *
Remy and Piotr had left St. John behind on the street to Bayville High, so he rode alone. He took in the sites around him.
"'es a lot different than Sydney," he said to himself.
The ground beneath his motorcycle began to shake, and he gasped as the ground in front of him collapsed to form a sinkhole! He reacted quickly and jumped the ten-foot gap and landed safely on the other side.
"What the hell's goin' on?"
He saw a red beam shoot up in the sky from somewhere ahead of him.
His eyes widened, and a maniacal grin settled on his face. "X-Men."
* * *
Natalie crawled doggedly toward where Lance was standing. His back was to her, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He raised his fists higher in the air. The shaking worsened. Pietro was nowhere to be found. Scott lay half-buried beside his car. Natalie had to act fast. She looked around her, and crawled behind where the earth god stood.
"A hubcap!"
She glanced around to see if Pietro was nearby, and in fact, he wasn't in sight. She picked up the hubcap that lay beside her, and hurled it with all her might. It struck Lance in the base of his skull, and he fell, unconscious.
"Score!"
But she gasped, then watched in horror, because as Lance fell, the last seismic wave he had thrown toward Scott's car veered startlingly off course and struck the pumps. Scott still lay unconscious beside the car. He was in danger. She started to run to him, when Pietro appeared behind her. She felt a rush of wind, and then nothing as her head met a concrete block under the shelter that covered the pumps and Scott's car.
She lay, half-conscious, as she watched electrical wires fall from the shelter and land beside the gas that leaked from the pumps. It touched off slowly, and she watched with pure horror as it slowly grew. It crept closer to Scott and her, and illuminated brightly. She sighed.
"This is it, Scott. I'm sorry."
* * *
St. John rode faster than ever, and gasped with delight as he saw a huge explosion up ahead.
"Gas pumps, mate! Must be my lucky day!"
He stopped short of it, and started to control the raging fire. Its form changed slowly into a considerably large Trojan Horse, and then a haunting face. Then he smiled, as it turned into the saddened and teary-eyed face of the girl on the train. . .
Then he heard screaming. It faded as pieces of metal began to fall from the shelter in front of him
"Guess play-time's over."
There was no one else to be found, so he manipulated the fire once again. It slowly faded and died out, much to the fire god's dismay. It left nothing but smoldering ashes and debris laying about.
* * *
"Hey Chuck, I'm going out for a ride."
Logan began power-walking towards the garage. The Professor followed the Canadian in his wheelchair.
"Logan, what are you up to?"
The younger man growled and sniffed the air. "I smell trouble."
* * *
St. John looked around to try and see where the screams had come from. He swiveled his head when he heard heavy breathing come from beside him. No one was there. He started to take a step, when he saw broken sunglasses beside his foot. He bent down to pick them up, when he noticed a lock of light brown hair sticking out from beneath a pile of rubble. Hastily, he began picking up the rocks from it, then stood back in horror. What he saw startled him.
A young girl lay buried there. Sixteen, maybe seventeen. Her simple white tank was covered with soot and dirt. She wore ripped jeans, and her face was covered with streaks and smudges of dirt. Her eyes were closed, and chunks of light-colored hair had fallen across her seemingly innocent face.
He knelt beside her, and gently cradled her head and shoulders in his lap. He gingerly pushed the lock of hair back from her face.
"You look awful familiar." He said quietly.
He studied her, and watched as her chest rose and fell with her slow and heavy breathing.
"Atleast you're still alive."
He looked again, then gasped with surprise.
"You're the sheila from the train! You need help!"
He slowly and carefully scooped her up in his arms, and began to carry her to his motorcycle. He wasn't sure how he could get her to a hospital, but he was gonna try. He looked around and grimaced as he saw one of the X-Men, Cyclops was it? Half buried and seemingly burned beside a trashed car.
"A hurt X-Man? Big whoop-dee freakin' doo."
He then heard a familiar growl. He quickly but gently set the hurt girl against the brick wall as the Wolverine rode past him on his motorcycle, claws outstretched.
The Acolyte ducked and ran away from the girl.
"What the hell were you thinkin', bub?"
Wolverine jumped off his motorcycle and leapt at the teen. Pyro jumped away from him.
"If it's a fight you're looking for, mate, then it's a fight you've gotten!"
"Try me, bub."
"With pleasure."
The Australian reached for his pocket to grab his lighter when he saw a brilliant flash of light and he felt himself hit a brick wall. He fell through, and held his hand to the back of his head, where red blood poured out in a steady flow. He looked in horror as the one called Cyclops tried to drag himself from underneath the rubble, one hand to his sunglasses. Wolverine walked briskly toward the fallen Acolyte, and jerked him up off of the ground by his shirt collar. He pinned him against a cement pole that had managed to stand its ground.
"Still want to fight me?"
The Canadian growled at the teen furiously. "Now where is the girl?"
"Ah'm right here, Mr. Logan."
Both men turned in shock as the southerner struggled to stand, putting her scraped hands to the wall for support.
"Natalie!"
Pyro started to run to her, but Logan shoved him back.
"I knew you were in on this! I knew you were behind this whole thing! You're always wanting to start shit!" Scott was screaming from where he was trapped beside his car, which was burnt beyond recognision.
Logan rolled his eyes at the young X-Man.
"Mr. Logan, he-"
She gasped, and her hands started to slide.
"He, he didn't, he-"
The Australian dodged the older man and ran forward to catch her, and gently put her down, cradling her head.
Sshhhhhiiiinnnnnnkkkk.
"I suggest you get outta here, bub, before I get really angry."
Pyro ran from him, holding the back of his head, and rode away on his motorcycle.
Logan shook his head, then bent over to pick Natalie up.
"Why are you kids so much trouble?"
**Chuck, I found Natalie.**
**Good the. Bring back Scott, too.**
**Do I have to?**
**Logan, we don't leave ANYONE behind. You know that. Even if that person is fairly annoying.**
Logan smiled at this, and started to walk toward where Scott lay. He carried Natalie over one shoulder. He stopped, then sniffed the air. Something smelled familiar to him. He growled.
"Pietro and Alvers, those little bastards."
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Woot! Chapter six is completed! And sorry for butchering up the languages, I promise I was trying not to!!