ManualImpact: Writing conflict is so much fun, though this chapter gave me a headache. I never wrote a fight scene before let alone one in a P.O.V.

Anything but ordinary3: Thanks, I tried to show some of the personality traits the boys share. Hank…it really depends on how long I write the chapters from now one. If I make them a bit longer he could make an appearance within four chapters. That's kinda of 'soon' isn't it? *Gets distracted by mental image of the Professor in a turbo booster wheelchair.* Watch out for the stairs…

Not only did I stress out over school work, I honestly didn't feel up to writing this for awhile. I just heard some news about the X-Men reload and it seriously ticked me off to the point I didn't feel like having anything to do with the X-Men.

And major thanks Beaubier for Beta reading this chapter!
 
As you can guess I was pretty much all round screwed.
I couldn't see anything beyond bright lights as the
hits continued. I knew I was being dragged back
somewhere--most likely the alleyway. Which meant my
back my assailants would literally have my back up 
against the wall.
 
Terrific.
 
On the up side at least my sight was slowly clearing
enough for me to defend myself.
 
The tallest one--obviously the leader--glared at me.
He might have been thinking how disgusting a freak
like me was or how I should never have been born. But
I didn't give a damn what he though at the moment, my mind
 was already trying to format a plan. Which wouldn't be
much of one. The alley was too narrow for me to fly out
of for one thing. Add in the fact that the numbers
were against me. I might not have been too focused on
math, but even I knew twenty-to-one odds weren't good.
 
 
The tall guy's guard was down and I knew I had to take
any opening for all it was worth. In my eagerness I
made a clumsily swipe for the gut--which he
sidestepped easily. I might have missed but he didn't.
I received a hit to my jaw that made my teeth rattle.
"Oh look…the wittle birdie's hurting!" Snickered one
of the hate mongers in a sickening baby talk that
succeed in aggravating me further.
 
"Well bird-brain should have thought about that 'fore
he came to our town!" Snapped another in mocking
tones. I actually winced at the term 'bird-brain.' Not
because I was offended by the weak taunt or even felt
it was appropriate for my current behavior. I was
reminded of the insults Bobby and I traded regularly.
Even when he was furious with me the kid never had
such malice in his voice, such disgust.
 
"This little fairy should have never been born!" The
leader shouted using another well placed kick to prove
his superiority. My feeble kicks and punches only
managed to hurt a few of them, too few. Before long I
was cornered, being held upright by thugs as their
leader delivered some painful blows.
 
"Your kind…are…freaks…of nature!" He hissed jabbing
at me. "Come on sing for me you little fairy!"
I refused to give those bastards the satisfaction of
screaming. I may have been beaten, still alive because
my suffering was amusing to them--but damn it I still
had SOME pride left. The little gathering began to
chant more insults at me, cackling at my futile
attempts to defend myself.
 
"Stop it! Please!" A small cry came from the swarming
onlookers. To my shock my beating actually halted. I
struggled to catch a glimpse at my savoir but I did
not expect THIS person. The girl from Eddie's place
that I had flirted with…
 
"Stop? Are you insane Penny?! This is mutie!"
 
"But you're going to kill him!" Penny hollered back.
Most of the mob seemed to have thought this statement
was rather funny and stated to laugh at the girl's naiveté.
 
"Uh that's kinda the point, sis," a large man with a
half burnt face replied nastily, "You knew that coming
in."
 
"I thought we were going to do something political not
murder!" She shot back chancing a glance at me.
"Like we'd ever get anything done that way! You were
there when that mutie freak messed up your brother's
face--then yours!" Penny unconsciously touched the
angry red mark that ran down her face and I couldn't
help but feel for her. The lady had guts. Even though
she was wronged she was still willing to stand up for
us 'freaks.'  It's always hard to stand by your beliefs
especially if you're alone against the odds.
 
"I know that," her eyes narrowed dangerously, "but he
was NOT the one to do it!"
 
"Forget her!" A shout rang out from the crowd. "Just
finish the freak off already!"
 
More cries agreed and once again I was stuck under the
limelight. I caught Penny's eye for a second and her
head drooped shamefully before she fled from the
scene. Once her golden head was out of sight my
stomach dropped. My last hope had just died.
 
I was brought back, painfully, to reality when a right
hook cuffed my face. The owner of the fist,
unfortunately, was wearing a ring. A sharp one at that.
It cut into my skin searing a new kind of pain into my
already raw flesh, drawing blood in its wake. Seeing this brought
the M.E.F. in closer. They were like sharks, the sight
of blood had thrilled them and they want more.
 
My battered wings had managed to take the blunt of most
of the beating, had been pull back to get in some
direct hits.
 
"Come on you fairy, sing for me!" Against my will I
screamed as his knee slammed into my midsection, no
doubt breaking a rib in the process. They all cackled
in a sadistic manner that made my bruised skin want
to crawl. In my head I could imagine the Prof's voice
chiding me for my stupidity. Or Slim's telling me that
I once again proved his point by getting trapped so
easily. Then Bobby would say--
 
"LET GO OF HIM!"
 
No, that wasn't what he would say. My mind was working
on a slower speed than normal as I when finally
realized that someone had actually said that aloud.
Standing at the mouth of the alleyway stood the
smallest figure among us. His face was stark white,
his brown hair messy, but his face was determined.
Even after all we had been though together recently
Bobby Drake was still there to defend his teammate.
None of the Mutant Extermination Force seemed to take
him seriously though.
 
I almost sighed in relief until he repeated his
demand. I was about to scream at him to get the hell
away from there but I held my tongue. It would NOT be
in Bobby's best interest to have an obvious mutant
calling more attention to him. The leader smirked as
he made his way over the kid, forgetting me for a
moment. Even his thugs attention slipped as did their
grip on me. I knew this was what Agent Duncan would
call a 'chance slip.' If I was to play the hand was dealt
right I could escape, but I had to wait for the precise
moment to strike. I had to think up a plan...
 
Though my mind was busy formatting a plan I couldn't
help but have my attention diverted by the M.E.F.
leader. The man who had only seconds ago stuck me
regarded Bobby coolly, taking in the sight of his
bandaged wrist with amusement.
 
"You want us to let him go do you?" The man asked in a
belittling tone that would have put Xavier to shame.
To add insult to injury he crouched down until he was
at eye level with Bobby. Yet the kid didn't waver,
just like with me he refused to back off. Part of me
was scared to death at the idea of him endangering
himself like this (that part is that I like to refer
to as 'Scott.') Another part of me couldn't help but
admire his stubbornness. The kid was jumping into
things head first without asking questions. Totally
reckless. Just like me.
 
"Yes." Bobby responded clearly with a slight edge to his
voice.
 
"Sorry but we don't let freaks go..."
The kids' gaze hardened and I saw the fury that use to
be directed only at me. Which made it even more
bizarre to see that anger brought up on my behalf.
"…Unless you want to try to help him."
 
The crowd hooted with laughter. Bobby drew his
undamaged arm back and his fist connected with the
man's face. The man crumbled to the ground, knocked
out…well cold. They stopped laughing.
 
"What the hell?!"
 
They wasted no more time as they rush towards Bobby,
the kid had enough sense to use his powers then. He
had been practicing crowd control for awhile now and 
it seemed to be paying off. I took this as my cue to
 fight back. I felt so weak...even though I was able
 to release myself it was still a strain to move. Every punch
 was costing me. My wings are powerful weapons that many
 people over look. I've heard that a goose's wing could break a man's arm--
well, mine could kill if I used enough force. Not that
I could in such a confining space.
 
Bobby, I noted, was drawing more attention to himself
than I was. More of the M.E.F.  attacked him. My
stomach tightened and I urged myself on not knowing
why I suddenly felt so unnerved. We had to get out of
there fast. I just knew something bad would happen if
we stayed. I had a gut feeling about it. A second
later my fears were confirmed as a military styled
boot slammed into Bobby back. He fell limply like a
puppet that had just had it's strings cut not even
getting a chance to scream before another hit came.
 
I rushed forward only to be halted by some idiot with
something to prove attempted to stab me. I dodged his
swipe and kneed him hard neither in his stomach or his
groin. I was beyond noticing or caring about fighting
clean at that point. Bobby cries were getting louder
and all other sounds faded into nothingness. Five of
them were beating on him, harder than their sadistic
leader hit me. Of course he had been playing with me
at the time, wanting to savor every noise the 'mutie
freak' made. These 'brave soldiers' were pulling out
all the stops. They wanted a boy they had never meant
before to die simply because he was born differently
than them.
 
All too soon Bobby's cries fell silent and a terror
unlike anything I had ever felt before crept over me. I
somehow forgot the pain of my broken rib, the limp in
my step and all other pain. With a yelp of surprise
the first bigot went crashing to the wall as my wing
smashed into him. Not enough to kill him perhaps but
it would leave a mark. That would have to be enough.
The next two came at me at once foolishly believing
that the odds were in their favor. They may have cut
me, slashing their switchblades into my side but I
still overpowered them. And then there were two.
 
They stopped and stared at me. I slowly advanced on
them, unsure what I was going to do when I reached
them. I had never felt such rage before, such hatred.
The two of them snapped out of their stupor just
before I was within reaching distance and bolted. I
might have chased after them if my attention wasn't
brought back to reality. At my feet laid the
unconscious and bloody form of Bobby Drake.