Lesser Of Two Evils
Chapter Five
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A/N: I! LIVE! I am soooooo sorry for leaving this story for so long! I promise I'll try to update more frequently from now on!
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Emma could feel her stomach fighting for dominance in her throat. The cityscape flew by far below her, with nothing but Warren's strong arms wrapped around her for protection. She tightened her grip on his arms, trying to keep her breathing under control. It wouldn't due for the White Queen to lose her cool over such a thing as a simple flight. Closing her eyes, she focused on taking in one deep breath after another, modulating her breathing to her heartbeat.
"Hold on," Warren's cultured voice murmured in her ear, and suddenly, she had the dizzying sensation of falling, headfirst, towards the pavement. Taking in a sharp breath, she clung to him, momentarily forgetting her pride in favor of fear. When they landed on the roof of a fast food restaurant, she could hardly stand up.
Spinning on the winged man, she set her most deadly glare on him. "May I ask what the hell you think you are doing? We could have been seen! It's bad enough that you flew half way across town to get to my office, now you have to plunge from the skies like some dive-bomber?! How irresponsible can one person be?!"
"Shh!" he hissed, placing a hand over her mouth. She swatted it away, but remained silent. It was then that she heard the voices.
"...It's way too dangerous! We're going to get killed!" said a female voice.
"It's not like ve have a choice, is it?" retorted a soft man's voice.
"With the Mutant Supressors, it's way too dangerous to just go strolling in there, Kurt!" the woman snapped.
"Carol..." the man sounded pleading. "We need zhis money, and zhe only way of getting it is to steel it! I don't like it either, but zhere's no other vay!"
"There's gotta be! You're a God-Believing man, Wagner, you've got to have some kind of moral against robbing?!" the woman sounded frantic.
"Carol..." the man's voice was pained. "Zhere is not a day zhat goes by in vhich I do not vish zhat zhere vas another vay to survive, but you and I both know just how crewel zhe world can be!"
"Yeah, maybe to somebody like you, I mean, look at you!" her voice trembled with long suppressed anger. "But you know what, Kurt? I can live just fine in society and pretend that I'm not a Mutant! I don't have to use my super-strength or fly around, I can be a normal person!"
"Zhen vhy haven't you left long before zhis?" the man, Kurt asked.
"Because I had some kind of...pity for you! I wanted to help you! But now I see just what a wasted effort that was!"
"Carol..." Kurt's voice was hurt.
"I'm leaving, Kurt. Hope that you never see me again, for your sake."
"Carol, wait! The Supressors! No! Don't.....Mein Gott! Carol!"
As one, the two Mutants moved towards the man's distraught cries, and soon came across him, huddled against a vent, tears sliding down his blue- skinned cheeks. Tattoos covered his dark skin, and, looking closer, Emma saw that he had a tail, and only three fingers on both hands.
"Hey...Sir?" Warren stood over the man. "Are you alright?"
"Oh....God...please, just leave..." the man muttered, his thick German accent muffling his words.
"We're not going to hurt you," Warren said soothingly, crouching down in front of the man. "We're Mutants, too. It's ok. You're safe, now."
"I.... I... Why?! I don't believe you! All out to hurt me..." the man's words drifted into a low muttering, incomprehensible to everyone accepting himself. Warren carefully reached out, taking the man by the hands and speaking in a soothing voice to him. Discreetly, he signaled Emma, mouthing for her to go contact one of the others, and tell them to bring a car. Emma moved away from the two, standing at the edge of the roof.
Cecilia?she sent.
The young doctor responded at once. What is it, Emma? Where are you?
On the roof of a Dairy Queen, in the East of the city. I'll send you a mental map, if you can come pick us up?
Cecilia's confusion came through clearly. Us? Who's with you?
archangel, as well as a new Mutant we just met. Hurry, Cecilia.
Right.The mental communication ended, and Emma stood silently at the edge of the roof, looking down on the streets. Far below, she could make out the crumpled figure of a blond woman on the sidewalk, and she shook her head. 'Kurt's little hotheaded friend,' she thought. 'Didn't deserve to live, anyway.'
From behind her, she heard Warren beginning to speak in a regular voice and tone, and she guessed that it was safe to return to the pair behind her. As she approached, she made out the tail end of the conversation between the two Mutants.
"We'd only known each other for a few months," the man was saying. "She vas nothing more zhan a companion and partner. Zhat's all."
"I got us a ride back to HQ," Emma told them brusquely.
"Thank God. It's freezing out here," Warren muttered.
Kurt's golden eyes widened, and he backed away, pressing himself against the vent again. "Who are you people?!" he asked nervously.
"We'll explain everything to you on the way back," Emma told him shortly.
"Back to vhere?!" Kurt demanded.
"To somewhere where you will be safe," Warren assured him. Just then there was the honking of a horn from below.
"There's Cecilia," Emma stated. "I can jump down, Warren, no need to carry me. You will have your hands full with him, anyway."
The man shook his head, still wary, but obviously willing to go along with them for the moment. "I can get down myself," he told Warren. "Vatch." He extended a hand to Emma, pulling her closer when she accepted it. There was a sudden BAMF and the scent of sulfur and brimstone, and there was nothing left of them but a cloud of acrid smoke. Warren blinked once, rubbed his eyes, blinked again, and glared at thin air.
"Why me?!" he asked, lifting off to find the other two.
When he reached the ground, he tucked his wings into his jacket and headed for the little red car, which was one of Cecilia's prides and joys. Arriving at the door, he was shocked to see Emma and Kurt already in the car.
'oooookkkkk....' He thought, and hopped into the passenger seat, folding his wings behind him uncomfortably.
"Hey, Angel man," Cecilia said, pulling out into traffic.
"Hello, Cec," he returned distractedly, focusing more on the two in the backseat. Emma looked a little ruffled, but nonetheless worse for where. Kurt looked fine, playing with his fingers in his lap.
"Mind telling me what that was?" Warren demanded.
"Zhat vas my power," Kurt said quietly. "Teleportation."
"I see..." Warren blinked...again.
The car swerved, and Cecilia cursed angrily. Turning back to the front seat, Warren caught a glimpse of a truck, being driven by a burly, dark-haired man with an odd hairstyle, with a wild blond man in the passenger seat.
"Idiots!" Cecilia snarled. "Can't anyone drive properly anymore?"
"Apparently not," Warren muttered. Leaning his head against the door, he closed his eyes. "Wake me when we get there."
Emma's voice was disdainful. "It takes five minutes to get back to HQ."
"Five minutes of sleep is better than no sleep at all," Warren returned drowsily, and slipped into blackness.
A/N2: Well, there you go! Hope you enjoyed it! Now, I don't deserve them, but please, please review!
Thought
Chapter Five
Disclaimer: ergletyberglety
A/N: I! LIVE! I am soooooo sorry for leaving this story for so long! I promise I'll try to update more frequently from now on!
Shout Outs:
S.Q: Thank you muchly!
Guin: Thanks, here you go! Sorry for the wait!
Aceswild: She is, isn't she? Thanks for the praise.
AnnaSun: Here you go, another update!
Crystal113: Thanks! Ok, more Logan soon, promise!
Emma could feel her stomach fighting for dominance in her throat. The cityscape flew by far below her, with nothing but Warren's strong arms wrapped around her for protection. She tightened her grip on his arms, trying to keep her breathing under control. It wouldn't due for the White Queen to lose her cool over such a thing as a simple flight. Closing her eyes, she focused on taking in one deep breath after another, modulating her breathing to her heartbeat.
"Hold on," Warren's cultured voice murmured in her ear, and suddenly, she had the dizzying sensation of falling, headfirst, towards the pavement. Taking in a sharp breath, she clung to him, momentarily forgetting her pride in favor of fear. When they landed on the roof of a fast food restaurant, she could hardly stand up.
Spinning on the winged man, she set her most deadly glare on him. "May I ask what the hell you think you are doing? We could have been seen! It's bad enough that you flew half way across town to get to my office, now you have to plunge from the skies like some dive-bomber?! How irresponsible can one person be?!"
"Shh!" he hissed, placing a hand over her mouth. She swatted it away, but remained silent. It was then that she heard the voices.
"...It's way too dangerous! We're going to get killed!" said a female voice.
"It's not like ve have a choice, is it?" retorted a soft man's voice.
"With the Mutant Supressors, it's way too dangerous to just go strolling in there, Kurt!" the woman snapped.
"Carol..." the man sounded pleading. "We need zhis money, and zhe only way of getting it is to steel it! I don't like it either, but zhere's no other vay!"
"There's gotta be! You're a God-Believing man, Wagner, you've got to have some kind of moral against robbing?!" the woman sounded frantic.
"Carol..." the man's voice was pained. "Zhere is not a day zhat goes by in vhich I do not vish zhat zhere vas another vay to survive, but you and I both know just how crewel zhe world can be!"
"Yeah, maybe to somebody like you, I mean, look at you!" her voice trembled with long suppressed anger. "But you know what, Kurt? I can live just fine in society and pretend that I'm not a Mutant! I don't have to use my super-strength or fly around, I can be a normal person!"
"Zhen vhy haven't you left long before zhis?" the man, Kurt asked.
"Because I had some kind of...pity for you! I wanted to help you! But now I see just what a wasted effort that was!"
"Carol..." Kurt's voice was hurt.
"I'm leaving, Kurt. Hope that you never see me again, for your sake."
"Carol, wait! The Supressors! No! Don't.....Mein Gott! Carol!"
As one, the two Mutants moved towards the man's distraught cries, and soon came across him, huddled against a vent, tears sliding down his blue- skinned cheeks. Tattoos covered his dark skin, and, looking closer, Emma saw that he had a tail, and only three fingers on both hands.
"Hey...Sir?" Warren stood over the man. "Are you alright?"
"Oh....God...please, just leave..." the man muttered, his thick German accent muffling his words.
"We're not going to hurt you," Warren said soothingly, crouching down in front of the man. "We're Mutants, too. It's ok. You're safe, now."
"I.... I... Why?! I don't believe you! All out to hurt me..." the man's words drifted into a low muttering, incomprehensible to everyone accepting himself. Warren carefully reached out, taking the man by the hands and speaking in a soothing voice to him. Discreetly, he signaled Emma, mouthing for her to go contact one of the others, and tell them to bring a car. Emma moved away from the two, standing at the edge of the roof.
Cecilia?she sent.
The young doctor responded at once. What is it, Emma? Where are you?
On the roof of a Dairy Queen, in the East of the city. I'll send you a mental map, if you can come pick us up?
Cecilia's confusion came through clearly. Us? Who's with you?
archangel, as well as a new Mutant we just met. Hurry, Cecilia.
Right.The mental communication ended, and Emma stood silently at the edge of the roof, looking down on the streets. Far below, she could make out the crumpled figure of a blond woman on the sidewalk, and she shook her head. 'Kurt's little hotheaded friend,' she thought. 'Didn't deserve to live, anyway.'
From behind her, she heard Warren beginning to speak in a regular voice and tone, and she guessed that it was safe to return to the pair behind her. As she approached, she made out the tail end of the conversation between the two Mutants.
"We'd only known each other for a few months," the man was saying. "She vas nothing more zhan a companion and partner. Zhat's all."
"I got us a ride back to HQ," Emma told them brusquely.
"Thank God. It's freezing out here," Warren muttered.
Kurt's golden eyes widened, and he backed away, pressing himself against the vent again. "Who are you people?!" he asked nervously.
"We'll explain everything to you on the way back," Emma told him shortly.
"Back to vhere?!" Kurt demanded.
"To somewhere where you will be safe," Warren assured him. Just then there was the honking of a horn from below.
"There's Cecilia," Emma stated. "I can jump down, Warren, no need to carry me. You will have your hands full with him, anyway."
The man shook his head, still wary, but obviously willing to go along with them for the moment. "I can get down myself," he told Warren. "Vatch." He extended a hand to Emma, pulling her closer when she accepted it. There was a sudden BAMF and the scent of sulfur and brimstone, and there was nothing left of them but a cloud of acrid smoke. Warren blinked once, rubbed his eyes, blinked again, and glared at thin air.
"Why me?!" he asked, lifting off to find the other two.
When he reached the ground, he tucked his wings into his jacket and headed for the little red car, which was one of Cecilia's prides and joys. Arriving at the door, he was shocked to see Emma and Kurt already in the car.
'oooookkkkk....' He thought, and hopped into the passenger seat, folding his wings behind him uncomfortably.
"Hey, Angel man," Cecilia said, pulling out into traffic.
"Hello, Cec," he returned distractedly, focusing more on the two in the backseat. Emma looked a little ruffled, but nonetheless worse for where. Kurt looked fine, playing with his fingers in his lap.
"Mind telling me what that was?" Warren demanded.
"Zhat vas my power," Kurt said quietly. "Teleportation."
"I see..." Warren blinked...again.
The car swerved, and Cecilia cursed angrily. Turning back to the front seat, Warren caught a glimpse of a truck, being driven by a burly, dark-haired man with an odd hairstyle, with a wild blond man in the passenger seat.
"Idiots!" Cecilia snarled. "Can't anyone drive properly anymore?"
"Apparently not," Warren muttered. Leaning his head against the door, he closed his eyes. "Wake me when we get there."
Emma's voice was disdainful. "It takes five minutes to get back to HQ."
"Five minutes of sleep is better than no sleep at all," Warren returned drowsily, and slipped into blackness.
A/N2: Well, there you go! Hope you enjoyed it! Now, I don't deserve them, but please, please review!
Thought