Chapter 3
This chapter is way longer than the last and rightly so. Much more of everything in this one and I hope it is satisfactory. Sorry if I bent Kurt's powers a little too much. Disclaimer: I don't own Toaster Strudel or Xmen and am just using there characters while giving them credit.
Lightning shone all around the precious X-Jet as an untimely storm billowed all around him. Rogue and Bobby looked like hybrids of deer caught in the headlights and innocent puppies.
"Storm, can't you deal with the storm. This is worse than that time you got mad at Colossus for hitting on you." Bobby whined.
"Yeah. My hair stood on end for a good three hours after your static rampage." Rogue teased.
" I'm sorry you guys don't like it, but you aren't the ones piloting in it. I put the storm out so that we could be invisible to the haters on the ground. Toad knocked out our cloaking systems with his uncontrollable tongue," groaned Storm.
" You'd think that the man could se that tongue to his advantage. I mean he is a man in his twenties, if you get my drift." Bobby went on a winking and nudging frenzy for a good thirty seconds.
"Ha Ha. The real problem is Beast is taking too long with his upgrades. I know he's just giving me a DVD player and a couple of cup holders." Storm complained.
"I have a question," piped up Nightcrawler, his Ukrainian accent heavy as he talked, " What would happened if something came at us? Could we ever see it through this mess?"
" That's a good point but what are the chances that we get hit by something. Plus I can detect anything coming up at us from 20 miles away. Somehow Beastie Boy managed not to knock out my radar systems. Without it the X- Jet would be rendered obsolete." Jean Gray explained.
The sounds of a dozen alarm clocks and bomb sirens sounded off as soon as Jean finished speaking.
" Ooh goody, that must be my Toaster Strudel ready. Whoohoo. " Logan tread over to the four in one fridge, microwave, freezer, and coffee maker and grabbed his pastry of golden delicacies. " Ugg, This is still cold, what the heck! Did Blue Foot break everything on this ship?"
" Logan that wasn't your microwave. It was radar alert, picking up three strong sources of something in front of us. I'm going to maneuver us around it. Everyone buckle jdgfas,ukgfokdsa"
Storm stopped speaking as her face hit the control panel. Logan's fruit filled fun splattered on the windshield, just as his face plummeted to the deck. Rogue, Bobby, and Nightcrawler were gripping their seats, teeth clenched, eyes set on the ceiling.
" Our wing is out. Something burning hit it. Bobby get up now and freeze the wing. Now Bobby this is real!" Jean screamed, sensing that Bobby was hesitating.
Iceman's mind was racing. Images of his death, falling out of the plane, crashing while in the plane, popped up. However, his soul took hold, hushed his brain. His desire to live unbuckled his harness, his need to win took his feet to the window. And the cold icy rush that cleansed his body froze the bubbling magma into rock.
" That's it Bobby. Keep it up. Get it as life like as possible. I'm going to try and level us out. " hollered Jean.
Rogue hadn't just sat there either. She could see her mentor, the man who had rescued her from self-destruction, sliding around the floors. She too unbuckled herself and made her way to Logan, shoving him into a chair. Blood rolled down his face from a slice on the top.
" Bobby that's enough. It's not leveling out enough. Everyone back and buckled now. I'm making an emergency landing. Kurt can you tell me where to land?" screamed Jean, trying to be heard over the whistling of the high winds streaming into the jet through Bobby's broken window.
Not only could Kurt have the ability to transport from place to place but he could also see areas he was not in. Pictures of forests, trees that could destroy the jet and his life flashed in his mind.
" A lake in the middle of the trees. If we're lucky, we'll hit that." Kurt declared.
Jean knew she had no chance of completely saving the plane. She desperately tried to formulate plans in her head as she edged closer and closer to the tree line.
Behind her Bobby Drake and Rogue's hands trembled as they grasped each other, prepared for the plummet that may be their deaths. Rogue was killing herself inside her head. Bobby had stopped the melting wing and Kurt had tried for a landing point. But she had limited powers and felt helpless as the tips of the cypress trees loomed like the devil's nets.
The altitude meter was beeping at their dangerously low height. The sensors on the engines blared as the plane fell, reaching its point of no return. Jean forced Storm back into her seat, preparing for the impact.
Four sets of eyes, blazing with a hope of survival and burning with the fear of death, fell upon those mossy plants as the nose of the plane entered the Southern evil.
However, the anticipated sounds of limber colliding with fragile windows never came to the mutants' ears. The booms of branches smashing into the sides of the plane were still audible. Bobby peered out from his lock of lashes and saw trees being flung to the sides, escaping the gentle protection of the windshield. Rogue too noticed the flying stumps and also recognized the pink fields surrounding each of the veggies. It was obvious that Jean was shifting the trees out of her path using her telekinesis.
Unfortunately, Jean couldn't last much longer. The trees stopped flying just as they broke through the barrier to open water. The jet coasted on the algae caressed water for a nerve wracking forever, until it came to a halt, the port side wedged in a grove of cypress.
The inside of the disabled plane slowly egged itself to exhale. Jean, Bobby, Rogue, and Kurt unbuckled themselves, quickly realizing that anything could happen in a plane on a lake. Kurt, having taken an interest in Beast's work at the mansion, examined what was left of the scrunched panel. In the mean time, Rogue and Bobby rushed to Logan as he came to.
" What the hell happened to me?" Logan couldn't censor himself through his pure shock.
"To sum it up; Something hit our wing and now we've crash landed in a marsh." Bobby tried to sound calm but the trembling aftershock of the crash lingered in his voice.
Storm too was coming round, immediately sensing that trouble had arisen. Despite her ability to cope with confusion, her head injury and sight of blood sent her packing to her passive state.
The group gathered round the center of the buoy as Kurt's serious tone said, " I've got some news."
