Author's Note: I'm surprised no one got Kurt's Harry Potter reference…oh well.
Chapter Thirteen O'er The Fields We Go
Mortimer jumped across the yards of snow with ease- landing where he had 'felt' the eyes watching him.
Marie bounded through the snow after him, leaving Nightcrawler to deal with the childe. The green man was quickly enveloped by the trees- Marie couldn't hope to catch up.
She mimicked Mortimer's jumping powers for a few moments, but she was just wasting energy.
'I know wot yer thinkin' luv. He's not trying' to escape. He really does think someone is there.'
'Why should I believe you?'
'Why should I lie?'
"Marie!" the real Mortimer called desperately- only a few yards ahead now.
"Mortimer?" she asked, now running. He was in a clearing, all feelings of happiness had long since evaporated.
"Marie, there's someone snoopin' around the grounds, and I have a sneaking suspicion they're not trying to sell your professor car insurance." He pointed to a pair of footprints leading from the clearing, and the impression of a gun barrel, staining the virgin snow.
"I should get Wolverine. He can sniff anythin' out." Mortimer nodded and they walked back quietly.
"Did you see them?"
"Not a thing." He said, sounding frustrated with himself. As they reached the tree line, Mort froze. What was the emotion that Rogue read? Fear. Raw fear.
Storm approached, her eyes opaque, calling a tempest of lightning. "You have already got him, Rogue? What a pity." She said, lightning crackling in the clouds above. Mortimer was frozen in place, his eyes clamped shut. "I wanted to teach the scum a lesson." He knew what had happened. While perusing the intruders he had broken the perimeter Charles had set for him.
He should fight back. He should, but he couldn't- the memories of the white hot pain held him in their ferocious grip.
"Maybe I should anyway. Xavier trusted you." She spat, turning opaque eyes to the green mutant, although his were so firmly closed in horror of what was to become of him. "And you went ahead and shat all over that trust." It all happened too quickly for Rogue to process. A small bolt of lightning streaked down from the sky, and kissed Mortimer in the chest, sending him flying back a few meters.
And there he lay, quiet and motionless- and Storm turned to Marie, indifferent, and spoke. "How did you catch up to him, anyway?" Marie stood there in shock for a few seconds, and once she regained sense, ran to Mort's side, adrenaline allowing her to scoop him up and bolt towards the house…before she fainted.
sniffle poor Mort! I feel so evil....
