(An: Sorry I haven't been updating. I always have a chapter in a story where I get writer's block and this is it. It's probably crap and it's undoubtedly short but at least it's an update, and the others will be faster. I'm sorry but I'm not good at action so that's why. Oh... I kind of messed with Sinister because I'm going by bios and the assumption that he had genetic enhancements... so this is –before- he became the whole easily-defeated-snakelike-guy, are we clear? And I'm kind of playing N'Awlins geography by ear... so just humor me here, ok?)
Without seeming to think about it, Remy stepped in front of the others, grabbed a rock off the ground in front of him, and threw it at the bomb. They intersected and blew up in midair.
Remy blinked, and looked rather startled. He had a "did I do that?" look on his face.
After that another man stepped out of the jet. He was short and mouse-ish, but he seemed to ooze creepiness. Maybe it was the glowing red eyes, maybe the fangs in his smile, perhaps just the smile himself. Whatever it was, he definitely made up for in creepiness what he lacked in stature.
Logan stepped up, claws out and snarling. "What was that for, bub?"
The man just looked at them as though they were bugs in a jar. "Interesting..." He took a few steps toward them, still wearing that smile.
Logan growled. "Lemme try this slower, bub. What. Do. You. Want?"
The man seemed to consider his words before speaking. "My name is Mr. Sinister and I have a proposition to offer you..."
"Ah don't know about the rest of ya, but Ah don't usually make deals with people who try ta kill me," Rogue interjected.
"She has a point," said Kurt, nodding.
Mr. Sinister smirked. "I thought you might say that. Before things get messy, why not hear me out?"
"We don't make deals," said Logan.
Mr. Sinister rolled his eyes. "I thought as much." He sighed. "There's just no reasoning with subjects." He snapped his fingers. The other guy stepped forward.
"I suggest we back up," whispered Remy, taking his own advice and stepping onto one of the pieces of completely dry land.
The others followed.
However, this was the problem.
The man rummaged in his coat pockets for a second, coming out with something small that rather resembled the bomb he'd thrown at them, except there were five of them now. He pushed an identical button on each, then threw them.
There was an unpleasant ticking sound. The X-men tried to scramble off, but it was a little late for that; the mini-bombs landed in a circle around them and blew up. The charges were smaller but stronger, effectively collapsing the ground and dropping the X-men into a cavern.
Remy looked up at the hole they'd fallen through, about two miles up. "Ok, dis puts a wrench in de works."
Kitty sat down. "We're, like, lost, we're bein' chased by some, like, really creepy guy, and we're at least two miles, like, underground. Could things get any worse?"
"Um, I think I'm stuck," said Rahne, trying to tug her foot out from beneath a pile of rock.
"Dat answers dat," said Remy.
(I've said it before and I'll say it again: if there's one thing I hate more than crap, it's short crap. Meh. The next one'll be better, I swear. I actually know how I'm going to go about it. Rejoice.)