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Chapter 15

It all happened so fast that neither Charles nor Aurora could be quick enough to move from the open window successfully. In one moment, Aurora was sat looking out of the window, studying the dark sky of swift purple and navy. Whilst Charles turned to his desk to neaten the stack of homework papers from yesterdays Psychic's class before he fell completely silent and still as he mentally conversed with a certain mutant down south. Then, the next moment was upon them. As Charles remained deep within his telepathic communication, Aurora turned her head to look curiously his way. The minute distraction to the outdoors made her fail to notice the shuffle of grass below the window. With the office being on the ground floor, the next move was all too easy. Aurora just managed to hear the noises behind her, and in a quick and panicking leap she threw herself from the window in silent shock before an incredible rumble, bright light and heat cascaded from where the window seat was. The roaring explosion drowned all sounds of shock, and the force of the blast sent her flat down onto the sapphire carpeted floor of Xavier's study.

With Professor Charles Xavier being bound to his chair, there was no means of quick escape, and a desperate scream of mental help and shielding of his face was all he could do as his chair was thrown sideways by the pulsating energy of heat and ash. His metallic chair narrowly missed the floored Aurora, and as it struck the carpet, Charles tumbled out to then find himself in strewn heap beside his desk - the east of his office destroyed in a blazing inferno.

As expected, the reaction outside in the corridor was torrential. Shouts and screams filled the air from the students as they heard the incredible noise from behind the great oak doors. The students nearest to the doors immediately jumped away in fear, the rest peered over the tops of other's head with curious and frightened expressions. There was no sense of control as the students began to wildly panic and shout out to others. None of them were sure what to do, it was normally up to the X-Men to sort out such difficulties, they only followed and observed. The elder students were long gone out of the school now, moving on to take part in higher education or work. But a few had lingered who felt that this was their home. Rogue, of course, was one.

Despite her constant nausea and lightheaded feeling, Rogue jumped to attention as soon as the attack died, "Right! Everyone, just back away from the door and secure yourselves in library!" A few faces peered her way, "Go on!" Rogue cried with fear in her tone, as her eyes scanned across the group she saw Bobby looking to her, "Help them!" She called as some of the students started to shift away. Rogue didn't waste anymore time, she burst forth through the crowds, not taking as much care as normally would with her mutation, but she dismissed all dangers by insisting her clothing was covering. And so she staggered from the moving students, shoving to try and get towards the doors quicker. But just then, a horrible smell drifted to her nose – you didn't need animal senses to identify this. It was fire!

Stunned by the happenings, Aurora had not responded as fast as she would have liked. She pushed herself up off her back, sitting up slowly with an urge to cough. Her lungs gave a heave before she spluttered heavily – her senses reacting poorly to the flow of thick streaming smoke. Recoiling at the bombardment to her senses, her face twisted in disgust at the taste of ash and smoke. Eyes eventually opened fully to look across the room at the now demolished window seat. The nearest wood had been incinerated to nothing, and any that managed to remain had been left joyfully burning in rich orange flames. The scarlet tips licked hungrily at the curtains above, which happily accepted the fire and so the burning continued unmercifully fast up the soft burgundy curtains. Horror was how Aurora observed the situation, before she turned her head as she coughed heavily again, hand flinging to her mouth as her chest heaved with desperation for clean air. None came, and the atmosphere was steadily becoming intoxicated with the billowing silver fumes; the products of the rearing blaze.

With a fresh wave of panic her eyes frantically span round to stare in alarm at the fallen wheelchair, before on again to see Charles. He was still on the floor, more or less trapped without his chair. Suddenly, she heard an awful sound, a faint beeping. Her head spun back to the flames to see a small metal device inside the hollow of where the seat once was. A wire led from it other small boxes sat around the edges of the rooms. She hadn't noticed them before; they had been obscured well by some obvious planning. With a panicked gasp lodged in her throat she whirled round frantically to the older mutant, "Charles!" She cried, the fear drenching her tone.

Charles turned his head suddenly to stare with frightened eyes at the ravenous and roaring flames. With eager might he grabbed the desk beside him, trying to form some sort of movement, "Aurora.." He managed to reply, rising haphazardly to his knees.

With a certain animalistic whimper in her tone, Aurora only managed to utter a few quiet words, "Chain-reaction bombs."

A hushed 'what' came out hidden in a shaky breath, despite Charles's lip movement. His head whipped round to where a shaky gold digit was pointing and his eyes trailed across the wires, noticing how they covered the entire four walls of the room. Both Aurora and Charles quickly sent their eyes to the first box under the now shattered window, the flames were getting close, too close.

Muttered words came softly from Aurora's lips. A faint comment was presented, albeit futile, "Oh no.." The final syllable had only met the airwaves before the second bomb exploded in all its glory. The deafening battle cry of the flames as they flew from the equipment shattered all remaining intact windows. Aurora was thrown a few feet back against her wishes. With a scream of fright her hands pressed to her ears, arms cradling her head fearfully as she hit the floor further on. Charles, still unable to move fully himself gave a shout as his desk capsized upon him. His quick movement was all he could do to get his hands up to stop the desk hitting him.

After the second bomb quietened, the flames remained, only this time doubled in size and ferocity. Aurora hoped the pause until the next explosion would be enough for her to succeed in getting Charles and her out of the room.

The door was a mere few feet in front of Rogue as the second explosion roared unmercifully. The very doors quivered in their doorframes and various objects shivered on their tabletops in the corridor. A gush of heat flushed through the gaps in the double doors, and Rogue felt the force hit her, if only faintly. The departure of students had halted and almost all spun around in horror to the second happening. Rogue surveyed the door ahead with a scared gaze, pausing lips parted to hold her expression of anxiety and alarm. Her gloved hand outstretched slowly, resting on the brass doorknob shakily before she clutched it with a soft gasp. Determination flooded through her and her eyes hardened and she proceeded to turn it.

Bobby watched on in horror as he saw his girlfriend ensue with the task, "Rogue! NO!"

But his cries were too late, she dragged open the door swiftly and stared inside with wide eyes. She saw Aurora pulling Charles towards the door, both dirtied by the past explosions. Rogue was silent, holding open the door before she made motions to go in. Aurora's head however snapped up, arms still supporting Charles, "Rogue!" She cried, "No!"

Rogue didn't have chance to answer, the next bomb exploded. Rogue's jaw dropped silently as she saw the flames suddenly erupt joyously and plunge her way, bringing with them Aurora and Charles. The power of the blast sent them hurtling out of the room and through the open door before they landed heavily on the carpet in silence.

"Oh my God." Muttered Bobby, staggering around the group of students and running towards them with desperation, "Rogue! Professor!"

"Get this piece of junk movin'!!" Logan had roared to Siren as they took to the controls of the Blackbird. He slammed his belt down in place, glanced behind him to check the unconscious allies were strapped in. He didn't even bother to look at Gambit, not particularly caring on his well- being.

"Me get it moving??" Cried Siren, "You're the X-Man, how can Siren do it?"

"Goddamn it!" Bellowed Logan; slamming his fists down on the cockpit before him in his frustration. But suddenly, whatever he had done, the plane burst to live after the impact, and Logan seeked under his fists for the button or dial he had nudged. Siren stared over at him with a mixed air of awe and relief.

"Come on!" She exclaimed, turning to the controls and watching over them curiously.

Logan gave a low whoop of joy, followed by a pleased grin, "Oh yeah! Let's get this baby flyin'!" He pulled back on the controls and the jet burst from the rooftop with a jerky twist before it spun elegantly in the sky before it zoomed across the night sky back to the north with Logan directing the jet with the same speed and recklessness as he did with his road vehicles!

With Logan pressing the plane forth with a speed it had never yet being allowed to go, their journey to the mansion was short. As the came upon Westchester, their home lay in the dip of wide hills and from the sky position smoke billowed heavily from one portion of the mansion. Logan stared down out of the window with mouth agape at the sight, "I knew we'd be late." He admittedly mournfully, before hurrying to try and drop the plane to land, "Come on! We gotta go and help them!"

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