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"FRAAAAANK"
Visions of Jubilee's battered body kept flashing before his eyes. His Jubilee. Raped. Desecrated. Violated. The scent of Frank Castle and the stench of semen hung densely in the air of her room, like a constant reminder of his failure to protect her. All bets were off.
Logan's' vision was red and swam with rage, and the suppressed animal inside him had burst its' chains and where now completely in control of his body, and the animal had an unquenchable blood thirst and a very single-minded purpose… Kill
Frank was tore out of his torpor by the sound that most of all reminded him of a wounded grizzly on steroids, and his instincts instantly sprang into action and in the blink of an eye both his hands were filled with razor sharp surgical utensils and his eyes were scanning the perimeter for any sign of danger, but as the door to the room vaporized in a cloud of splinters, Frank knew he was down shit creek…
"SNIKT"
"You dirty, rapin' piece o' shit, I'm gonna fuckin' KILL YA!"
Before him stood a familiar man-animal with blazing eyes, sharp claws and in intent to kill, but before he could make a move a flash of blue intercepted him, another man-beast by the looks of it, and tackled him to the ground, and with the help of a little skeletal manipulation, made sure he stayed there.
In any other place on this earth that might have been unusual…
"Logan, will you kindly refrain yourself from harassing Jubilees saviour?" The voice was rich and sophisticated, the voice of a lawyer or a doctor, and it took some time for Frank to realize that it was coming from the blue-furred man-beast on the floor. The second voice however was easily recognizable.
"Git the fuck off me Hank, I could smell this little shit all over her! He ain't no saviour, he's a fuckin' rapist!"
Any other person on this globe would probably be offended by such an accusation, but when you have spent more than half your lifetime as a mass-murderer, you tend to grow immune to other people's opinions.
Frank knew that he had…
"It's nice to see how trusting you are of me shorty, but for your information I didn't rape the girl, and you can check my credentials splattered all over the street where I found her"
Logan began spewing a long string of obscenities at Frank, but all of a sudden he just stopped and lay perfectly still, as if he had run out of batteries. Very unlike Logan.
"Ah, backup's here" The Blue-furred one rose to his feet and smiled kindly at Frank. He wasn't very tall, maybe five-foot-ten, but he, like Logan, was almost ridiculously muscled and he had long, almost gorilla-like arms that spoke of tremendous strength, and he carried himself with a kind of feline grace, a sign of great agility and self-control. But his face was the most remarkable feature for those who could look past the obvious signs of mutation. It was a gentle, intellectual face with deep eyes that told of great empathy and a razor-sharp mind. It seemed almost out of place on his body. Frank suspected that his intellect might be his strongest forte, even with all his strength and agility.
"Have you been told what happened?" Frank asked the blue one.
"I have"
"Then make sure HE knows" He gestured at the prone Logan "before shorty here decides to play acupuncture with me"
"Of course" The blue extended a massive fist "My name is Hank McCoy, and I want to thank you for what you did. It was very brave"
Frank might or might not be an animal, but the sudden display of friendliness after his brush with death in form of nine-inch claws unnerved him, but he hesitantly grabbed the huge hand and shook it.
"I guess"
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"I take it he wasn't briefed on the situation?"
Xavier looked angry. A rarity at best, and not something any of the X-men enjoyed. Not because the fear of punishment or reprimanding, but because he was an exceptional person, the very core of the X-Men and their philosophy. He had guided them through the darkest times and the guardian angel that protected them from the harsh outside world. Without him they would have been nothing; just some renegade freaks waiting to stumble into the scope of a sniper, but he had given them hope and purpose, and therefore, it grieved them when they failed him in something so simple.
The tension in the room rose to unnerving heights before a tall brown-haired man collected enough courage to break the dense silence. "No, he insisted on carrying Jubilee to her room, and we were all too busy to think about the possibility of him drawing his own conclusions."
The man who spoke was Scott Summers, leader of the X-men and the first student of Xavier. He was six-foot-two and athletic built and had an angular, handsome face, eyes hidden behind a pair of red-coloured sunglasses. He was also known as Cyclops because of the vizier he wore in combat to control is mutation; the ability to release a devastation power-blast from his eyes that, if not controlled, could nearly level an entire building. A gift-wrapped curse as far as he was concerned.
Xavier frowned, an act that made him look as old as he was.
"What did ya do ta me, Chuck?" Logan growled. The animal inside ham had crawled back into its cave, and right now Logan didn't look too happy, but if it was about Charles, Frank or himself no-one could tell.
"I merely paralysed you. I'm very sorry, but it had to be done. Now, how is our patient?"
Hank stepped forward. He was now wearing a lab coat and thin-rimmed glasses, a strange contrast to his bestial look. Almost yin and yang; two complete opposites.
"He is surprisingly fine considering the wounds he had, and the fact that he woke only a few ours after the incident speaks well for his resilience, and I doubt this is the first time that he's been wounded like this, so I would say he'd be up and about tomorrow"
The room fell silent as everybody contemplated these news. But the silence was soon broken by the voice of a young man.
"Uh, can I ask you something?" It was Bobby Drake, the resident prankster, and the typical hyper teenager, with the energy of an overamped energizer bunny. He was a smiling, handsome and cheerful happy-go-lucky type that took everything in a stride and made everyone smile. Or at least, those that didn't try to escape or strangle him. But right now he looked surprisingly serious, something very unbefitting his demeanour.
Xavier looked at him kindly and motioned him to proceed
"Well, what are we going to do with him now? I mean, if we just let him go he'll go back to killing people again." "Then what do you suggest?" Xavier asked, not unkind.
"I say we turn him over to the cops"
Everybody looked at him, either surprised at the statement or the person making the statement.
"I agree with Drake" Scott said, "He's a danger and must be taken into custody"
"Hey" Logan barked, "Don't forget that he saved Jubilees life!" "You didn't seem to hesitate to kill him Logan" Scott sharply retorted
Logan narrowed his eyes, and his whole posture tensed.
"That was different, I didn't know what was goin' on. I'm just sayin' that if I had risked my life to rescue someone, an' the thanks was bein' shipped to the brig, then I'd be royally pissed. And I'm sure Frank'd be too."
"Well, sending him to death row hardly seems like a fitting reward for saving someone's life" Hank's deep bass quietly rumbled.
Xavier looked down in silent despair. This seemingly trivial matter could quickly split the entire team apart, splintering age-old friendships and making way for new-bred rivalries. He would not risk it. Not again. It had sacrificed everything, going through the highest peak and the lowest abyss to keep this unlikely group together, and he almost couldn't overcome having to do so yet again.
Right then, Xavier felt old…
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It's safe for you to review, y'know. I'm not planning on stopping anytime soon. ;-)
But I know where you're coming from; I usually don't read stories under 20.000 words, but should you stumble upon my humble writings, be as good as to drop a review. Please?
Jeanelle Angelline – My very first review! Happy dance! Seriously though, thank you very much for that review, it's stuff like this that motivates me, and when the praise is coming from a skilled and experienced writer like yourself, well… Makes me all warm 'n' fuzzy 'n' shit… ;-)
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"FRAAAAANK"
Visions of Jubilee's battered body kept flashing before his eyes. His Jubilee. Raped. Desecrated. Violated. The scent of Frank Castle and the stench of semen hung densely in the air of her room, like a constant reminder of his failure to protect her. All bets were off.
Logan's' vision was red and swam with rage, and the suppressed animal inside him had burst its' chains and where now completely in control of his body, and the animal had an unquenchable blood thirst and a very single-minded purpose… Kill
Frank was tore out of his torpor by the sound that most of all reminded him of a wounded grizzly on steroids, and his instincts instantly sprang into action and in the blink of an eye both his hands were filled with razor sharp surgical utensils and his eyes were scanning the perimeter for any sign of danger, but as the door to the room vaporized in a cloud of splinters, Frank knew he was down shit creek…
"SNIKT"
"You dirty, rapin' piece o' shit, I'm gonna fuckin' KILL YA!"
Before him stood a familiar man-animal with blazing eyes, sharp claws and in intent to kill, but before he could make a move a flash of blue intercepted him, another man-beast by the looks of it, and tackled him to the ground, and with the help of a little skeletal manipulation, made sure he stayed there.
In any other place on this earth that might have been unusual…
"Logan, will you kindly refrain yourself from harassing Jubilees saviour?" The voice was rich and sophisticated, the voice of a lawyer or a doctor, and it took some time for Frank to realize that it was coming from the blue-furred man-beast on the floor. The second voice however was easily recognizable.
"Git the fuck off me Hank, I could smell this little shit all over her! He ain't no saviour, he's a fuckin' rapist!"
Any other person on this globe would probably be offended by such an accusation, but when you have spent more than half your lifetime as a mass-murderer, you tend to grow immune to other people's opinions.
Frank knew that he had…
"It's nice to see how trusting you are of me shorty, but for your information I didn't rape the girl, and you can check my credentials splattered all over the street where I found her"
Logan began spewing a long string of obscenities at Frank, but all of a sudden he just stopped and lay perfectly still, as if he had run out of batteries. Very unlike Logan.
"Ah, backup's here" The Blue-furred one rose to his feet and smiled kindly at Frank. He wasn't very tall, maybe five-foot-ten, but he, like Logan, was almost ridiculously muscled and he had long, almost gorilla-like arms that spoke of tremendous strength, and he carried himself with a kind of feline grace, a sign of great agility and self-control. But his face was the most remarkable feature for those who could look past the obvious signs of mutation. It was a gentle, intellectual face with deep eyes that told of great empathy and a razor-sharp mind. It seemed almost out of place on his body. Frank suspected that his intellect might be his strongest forte, even with all his strength and agility.
"Have you been told what happened?" Frank asked the blue one.
"I have"
"Then make sure HE knows" He gestured at the prone Logan "before shorty here decides to play acupuncture with me"
"Of course" The blue extended a massive fist "My name is Hank McCoy, and I want to thank you for what you did. It was very brave"
Frank might or might not be an animal, but the sudden display of friendliness after his brush with death in form of nine-inch claws unnerved him, but he hesitantly grabbed the huge hand and shook it.
"I guess"
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"I take it he wasn't briefed on the situation?"
Xavier looked angry. A rarity at best, and not something any of the X-men enjoyed. Not because the fear of punishment or reprimanding, but because he was an exceptional person, the very core of the X-Men and their philosophy. He had guided them through the darkest times and the guardian angel that protected them from the harsh outside world. Without him they would have been nothing; just some renegade freaks waiting to stumble into the scope of a sniper, but he had given them hope and purpose, and therefore, it grieved them when they failed him in something so simple.
The tension in the room rose to unnerving heights before a tall brown-haired man collected enough courage to break the dense silence. "No, he insisted on carrying Jubilee to her room, and we were all too busy to think about the possibility of him drawing his own conclusions."
The man who spoke was Scott Summers, leader of the X-men and the first student of Xavier. He was six-foot-two and athletic built and had an angular, handsome face, eyes hidden behind a pair of red-coloured sunglasses. He was also known as Cyclops because of the vizier he wore in combat to control is mutation; the ability to release a devastation power-blast from his eyes that, if not controlled, could nearly level an entire building. A gift-wrapped curse as far as he was concerned.
Xavier frowned, an act that made him look as old as he was.
"What did ya do ta me, Chuck?" Logan growled. The animal inside ham had crawled back into its cave, and right now Logan didn't look too happy, but if it was about Charles, Frank or himself no-one could tell.
"I merely paralysed you. I'm very sorry, but it had to be done. Now, how is our patient?"
Hank stepped forward. He was now wearing a lab coat and thin-rimmed glasses, a strange contrast to his bestial look. Almost yin and yang; two complete opposites.
"He is surprisingly fine considering the wounds he had, and the fact that he woke only a few ours after the incident speaks well for his resilience, and I doubt this is the first time that he's been wounded like this, so I would say he'd be up and about tomorrow"
The room fell silent as everybody contemplated these news. But the silence was soon broken by the voice of a young man.
"Uh, can I ask you something?" It was Bobby Drake, the resident prankster, and the typical hyper teenager, with the energy of an overamped energizer bunny. He was a smiling, handsome and cheerful happy-go-lucky type that took everything in a stride and made everyone smile. Or at least, those that didn't try to escape or strangle him. But right now he looked surprisingly serious, something very unbefitting his demeanour.
Xavier looked at him kindly and motioned him to proceed
"Well, what are we going to do with him now? I mean, if we just let him go he'll go back to killing people again." "Then what do you suggest?" Xavier asked, not unkind.
"I say we turn him over to the cops"
Everybody looked at him, either surprised at the statement or the person making the statement.
"I agree with Drake" Scott said, "He's a danger and must be taken into custody"
"Hey" Logan barked, "Don't forget that he saved Jubilees life!" "You didn't seem to hesitate to kill him Logan" Scott sharply retorted
Logan narrowed his eyes, and his whole posture tensed.
"That was different, I didn't know what was goin' on. I'm just sayin' that if I had risked my life to rescue someone, an' the thanks was bein' shipped to the brig, then I'd be royally pissed. And I'm sure Frank'd be too."
"Well, sending him to death row hardly seems like a fitting reward for saving someone's life" Hank's deep bass quietly rumbled.
Xavier looked down in silent despair. This seemingly trivial matter could quickly split the entire team apart, splintering age-old friendships and making way for new-bred rivalries. He would not risk it. Not again. It had sacrificed everything, going through the highest peak and the lowest abyss to keep this unlikely group together, and he almost couldn't overcome having to do so yet again.
Right then, Xavier felt old…
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It's safe for you to review, y'know. I'm not planning on stopping anytime soon. ;-)
But I know where you're coming from; I usually don't read stories under 20.000 words, but should you stumble upon my humble writings, be as good as to drop a review. Please?