Disclaimer: Several new characters are mine, including the plot. X-Men belongs to Marvel and Fox.
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Chapter 10
The warm atmosphere of the evening glowed regardless of the dank and heavy shadows between the unlit alleys of buildings. The dark passageways mixed to create a lethal maze into the rougher parts of the town. The duel carriageway running through the centre of the mass of buildings looked generally safe, and the glow of streetlamps seemed to aid this thought. But no matter how much the sun blazed down its beautiful rays, the air remained poignant with a sense of fear and honour.
Occasionally a car passed through the rougher aspect of this city, and voices seemed to fly along with the cool evening breeze. The wail of police sirens punctuated the atmosphere every so often and the distant rustling of felines was apparent from the murky walkways of alleys.
Undeterred with the surroundings, a yellow car pulled up by the roadside, and a small figure slipped out of the back and leant to the taxi driver's window to pay fare. A quick exchange of conversation was made, before the car started up and quickly departed from the forsaken and neglected area. The exiting figure watched the car drive quietly away before it turned to survey the backdrop behind them.
True, the sky was exquisite and at it's best. For the sun had almost left the sky completely, and had formed a small semi-circle of fiery orange over the hem of blackness whilst the heat of the sky was drenched with gold and lavender with a faint wash of magenta. After a short while the figure turned and began walking down the lonely but large street.. the continuous sound of heels, and the billowing paths of coat and hair signalled it as one person.. Siren.
There was no real reason why she chose to leave those few days ago. She could have left any time she liked, but why then, she wasn't sure. Perhaps she had had enough of wondering and waiting and had decided to take matters into her own hands? Well, that was a trait her family was renowned for. As she walked she cringed at her thoughts. Her family. A group she longed to forget about, but her presence in this city proved that inside, her heart felt otherwise.
That was another thing. She knew who she was here to see, but why had she come? Was it to make amends or to get her revenge? There were so many unanswered questions rattling around in her mind. She sighed gently, boots taking her across the dry pavements. Her coat still billowed behind her, the rich green complimenting the natural mixes of blonde in her tresses. As she hurriedly walked a gloved hand slipped inside her coat to check the pistols on either hip before her hand left and remained by her side as she walked.
She had no confirmation that this was the right place.. just somewhere.. somewhere is this city she knew she would find the person she was looking for. So still did Siren travel, passing alone through the dim lights of the overhead streetlamps. The sun behind her had now sunk behind the skyline and left the sky in a glowing frenzy of mixed colours in its wake. Siren paused in her steps, her head turning to glance down an alleyway. She glanced at the shop windows in front of the buildings stood there and noticed that one had a smashed window, the front display ransacked and merely a piece of paper left upon the rumpled sheets below it, once part of decoration. The sight did not particularly shock her, she was a thief, this was her line of work.. but something lured her closer to the window. Her eyes bore down onto the small rectangular shape. With the faint light of the streetlamp she saw that it wasn't a plain piece of paper. But a playing card. The Ace of Spades. It was just nestled amongst the shards of broken glass.
The night had also ventured over the dwelling of Xavier's School and the ominous corridors within were dark and uninhabited. But still, there was the same array of colours over the sparkling night sky, and whilst others were hidden away in rooms, there was one out to enjoy the pleasant evening breeze. Logan was stood out on his small balcony that adjourned off from his room. Since the midnight hour had not yet struck, he had no intention of going to sleep for a long time. So he was sat upon the small familiar wooden bench, watching the familiar glowing horizon with a familiar bottle of beer in one hand. It was comfortable. Just knowing that everything had no plan on changing whilst he was sat here. He took another sip of his beer, bare feet up upon the railing of the balcony and ankles crossed as he lazily stretched out.
Just then, he heard a quiet knock at his door. He eyed his watch as he stood and proceeded from the balcony and to his door with a smirk. Eleven o'clock. Right on time. He found himself crossing the dark unlit room in a spirited fashion, a jig in his footsteps. He pulled the door open and smirked when he saw Aurora stood there with a expression to match his, "Good evenin'." He growled mischievously.
"I'm sure it is." Quipped Aurora as she strode around his bulky form to enter the room.
"It will be." Logan replied as he stepped towards her to embrace her tenderly. He closed the gap between them as the pair held on tightly to one another for a while, Logan's cheek resting against the side of her head gently whilst his arms remained around her waist to hold her close. Now he had her, the beer was left unregarded out in the cool night breeze. The door to his room was left unwisely open to the dark corridor beyond; all ideas to actually close that were lost as the pair remained in their embrace, head tilted to one another as they kissed.
Neither of them realised of the extra presence lurking nearby. So immersed in each other that they missed all scents and sounds. Not even the silhouette that appeared from the faint light of the corridor managed to catch attention on the embracing mutants. Still the blackened figure remained, moving ever so slightly. Still the pair missed the additional form, lips still locked together with a frenzy of passion. A limb of the darkened body rose slightly, in composed silence. The only sound that broke the air was a stifled giggle from Aurora. Then suddenly, it all happened in a sudden frenzy. The limb of shadow jerked forward, a glint reflected as an object was thrown through the air. Another giggle was softly sounded as Aurora fell under Logan's weight and onto the once smooth bed duvet. The pair landed gently with shared chuckles, and a sharp sound echoed from the other side of the room, opposite the opened door. Missed. Logan's head jerked up from Aurora in an instant, and he lifted off her slowly to narrow his eyes at the other side of the room. But before he could make out what had happened, he heard a rushed hissing before he felt something painful stab into his back.
With a suppressed and surprised cry he fell forward on the bed, back on top of Aurora who regarded his actions with shock. Aurora quickly shuffled from under his heavy weight; her eyes instantly catching an incredibly large kitchen knife lodged into his back. His shirt was quickly staining with deep crimson, and Aurora couldn't help but scream at the sight. She stared at the door before leaping off the bed and out onto the corridor.
She panted softly, spinning furiously as she bellowed through the darkness, "Where the hell are you?" She roared, fists balled in fury, "Don't you hide!! Where the hell are you?!" She screamed, voice heatedly expressing her passionate anger. But her cries went unanswered. An inhalation led to no distinct scent. Aurora growled quietly under her breath before she ran back into the room, a hand rising to flick on the light to his room. The darkness exploded into light, and the sight of the injury looked even worst clearly. With a stifled gasp, Aurora hurried forth, lifting Logan off the bed gently in her arms, gasping softly at the view of the knife. The handle was a good seven inches, and she could hardly dare imagine the size of the blade, which was lunged completely in him; the handle was pressed right into the flesh. It had been an incredibly forceful throw.
With tears in her throat she whispered her words shakily, "Oh my God, Logan.. Oh my God." She repeated quietly, staring at the knife in horror.
Logan staggered from her arms, his hand lashing out to grab onto the bedpost to steady his movements. He tried to speak, but could only emit rasping sounds, torn between anger and pain. Again he stumbled, grip tightening, his eyes closed as he face remain consorted with agony.
"Logan.. Oh my God.." Continued the mutterings of Aurora, who came closer, "What should we do?" She whispered softly, hands clasping to her cheeks, "Oh God.."
"Just.." Gasped Logan, straightening from his cringing state, "Just get.."
The doorway once more was blocked by a figure, and Aurora spun at them, thinking it was the return of the assassin. But it was instead Scott, who peered into the room suspiciously, "Who's running around yelling? Aurora? Why were you – "He paused as he saw Logan cower with a groan, "Logan?" He muttered softly, cautiously.
Logan staggered a few more steps, breathy gasps emitted as his eyes lifted upon Scott. The Wolverine's pale shirt was ruined, the blood was creeping around his shoulder as it impulsively increased, and droplets of red were beginning to form a small pool on the varnished wooden floor, a few repulsive drips splashing. With once last groan his steps stumbled, before his legs weakened and he collapsed form to the floor with a loud thud.
All I can say is; Oh my God! xx Just OH MY GOD!