Blix: Perhaps so, but she was trying to get her work done and Logan was being rather disruptive, not to mention ineffective to her work. He was badgering her and he got what was coming
Calandra: Heehee, you should be scared. I always said the stories would get worse. They get darker. Come on, look what happened in the first one, Magneto enslaving Xavier's students seems so mild compared to me chucking Logan's fiancé off a cliff.
Omala: Logan will be searching soon, yes. (Got that chapter already planned!) But there's going to be a slight disturbance next..
Sych: Ooh, that's a good description. Creamy chocolate of the writing world. Sounds tasty, lol. But as we mentioned don MSN, The only thing edible should be a carved life-sized chocolate Logan. Yes. o.o
Chapter 7The room was in complete blackness. No lamps were lit; they stood stonily in their positions, as dull as ever. The only light submitted into the room came from the ghostly moon outdoors. It's light filtered in through the diamond leaded window. Sparkles of moon ray glittered on floating dust as it spilt down upon the bed within the room. Logan was resting upon his pillows, changed for bed but he had yet to get under the covers. He just watched the outdoors quietly, admiring the gentle fall of snow. The students would be having a fun day tomorrow at this rate, the snow showed little signs of ceasing, and it was settling surprisingly quickly.
A long and wearied yawn filled the room as Logan reached his arms skywards, his back stretched as he let out a contented mumble of a sigh as he slithered down into the bed. He rested his head back on the soft pillows, laying still in the darkness. His eyes still idly studied the falling snow outdoors, the snowflakes casting small shadows over the rays of the peeking moon. But eventually, Logan could watch the scenery no more, and his eyes fell shut. But there something making him uneasy as he lay there.. and it wasn't his dreams..
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Even though the hour was coming upon midnight, Storm still worked in the Underground levels. The white haired mutant sat in utter silence, apart from that of the continuous tapping upon the keyboard as she worked steadily on. Sorting out Cerebro's unusual coding was a large task, and she began to wish she had never started. She couldn't turn it off.. that'd mean she would have to start all over again tomorrow – and she didn't want to lay the laborious task upon herself.
Quietly, the woman shivered, pulling her jacket over her shirt gently as she cringed closer to the computer. Hopefully she would be done soon and could go upstairs to bed. The room remained relatively quiet as Storm pursued with the task. The mouse was nudged gently around the surface, a few taps of the keyboard, double clicking the mouse.
But then, above the secret level, out through the lavishly furnished mansion, across the delicately snow coated lawns was a figure..
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The man crouched in the bushes surrounding the bottom of the grounds. He leant back on the wall as he exhaled softly. He brushed his clothes down idly, for he had just scaled the mansion's garden wall, luckily undetected. He shuffled forward softly through the mix of leaves and snow, resting quietly beside a tree as he peered through the leaves of a sparkling Creosote bush.
He matched in with the shadows, clad entirely in black. A large black trench coat draped down past his knees, settling upon the snow behind. Underneath he wore a thick black jumper, high neck for warmth. Black straight-legged trousers finished over a pair of gleaming polished shoes, black of course. The belt, which looped through the trousers, seemed to have a number of silver items strapped to them, all quite unrecognisable due to the obvious modern technology involved in each and every one of the pieces. A silver revolver sat in a harness inside the man's coat, bullets loaded and ready.
His face stood out clearly from his dark attire. But he submerged himself into the shadow of the night behind the foliage and so remained hidden. A gloved hand shifted to his right ear, a silver earpiece being adjusted, "I'm in," he whispered, a smile lighting his lips.
A voice spoke into his earphone in reply, "Good. Coordinates?"
The man shifted on the balls of his feet, arms resting on his knees. He pulled back the sleeve of his coat and jumper, looking down to the watch on his wrist. His thumb and index finger clicked open two buttons upon the watch, and silently numbers appeared on the coloured screen, replacing the holographic clock face. The man spoke quietly again, "34, 49"
Again the voice replied, "Destination is north at 52, 50. Grounds are clear."
"Got it."
"Good luck."
The man smirked quietly as he lowered himself closer to the bush, "I'm not the one who needs luck."
With a professional silence, the man edged out of the bushes, he glanced slowly around with narrowed eyes before looking down to his unusual watch once more. The screen had an overview line map of the mansion, and a red dot signalled his presence at the bottom of the lawn. The red blinking dot moved as he did, now running silently across the finely layered snow. Snowflakes still fluttered down merrily through the night sky, the lack of wind making their fall more or less vertical.
The snow merely made a faint crunch as the man ran up the steps to the main entrance, peering around the door gently, running his hand down the hinges carefully as he inspected them. But as his eyes swivelled to the side he noticed a ground floor window and walked quietly over to it. He stepped up on the small wall either side of the main entrance, his upper torso reaching the block of windowsill reaching out into the night, decorated in snow.
His soft brown eyes peered into the window, gloves rubbing away the snowflakes that were building up on the cold glass. There was no movement inside the corridor, the man looked around some more to check this before he rested his hand open the unhinged edge. A penknife slipped out of his sleeve, he opened it with one flick, and many items appeared, but not those from a usual penknife. One that looked similar to a knife blade was placed in through the slim space between the window and the frame. Then, surprisingly, he bent the knife abruptly to the side, as if using a crowbar on the window. The strip of metal didn't bend, it infact cracked the hard wood of the window, which now swung open silently. The penknife was flicked shut, the metal unscarred from its work. It disappeared back into his coat.
With no more than a gasp of breath, the men lifted himself expertly through the window, slithering down onto the corridor with a quiet echoing drone of his soles on the wooden floor. He immediately looked around, checking for any other life. None found, he turned and shut the window, leaving it looking unsuspicious.
The man softly trod down the corridor, keeping a sharp eye on his surroundings and upon his watch. The clear and un-dotted corridors ahead on the screen meant he was alone.. for now.
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Storm stared at the computer screen lethargically, her tired eyes blinking a few more times than normal as she fought to continue the profile for Madeline. She was almost, done, not long to go. And that thought happily danced around her mind every time a yawn breathed out of her lips. Her slim and manicured fingers typed softly at the keyboard, the repetitive clacks filling up the rather dull silence.
With a momentary sigh she pushed back from the desk, the wheels of her chair skidding gleefully across the smooth flooring as she travelled across the room to the next desk. She grabbed a pen from a stack of papers and shuffled the chair on it's wheels back across to the computer. She dragged the base of her seat along, the pen gripped between her teeth.
Once back at her desk she scribbled something down onto a piece of note paper before propping the pen back in-between her teeth as she typed some more, wiggling the pen side to side in a bored manner with her tongue.
But just then, she heard the door open behind her, she didn't bother to look around, she just took the pen from her lips so she could talk, "I'll be finished soon," she said to whoever it may be.
The same man who had broken in edged forward quietly, shutting the door silently behind him. His eyes lighted up as he spotted the computer, secondly his eye sharpened upon the computer's user and his eyes narrowed gently. He crept forward softly with delicately placed footsteps as he moved towards the white haired woman. He needed to get upon that computer. He had to.
Storm paused gently from her typing, curious as to why her visitor wasn't replying, "Who is it?" she asked to the silence, turning her head to peer over her shoulder. But as her head turned, something cool rested upon her temple. She gasped softly, her eyes staring right up into a pair of alighted brown eyes from an unrecognisable face. And that cold thing to her temple.. was the barrel of his gun.
"Don't struggle.." he said softly, "I won't hurt you if just move away from that computer."
Storm was still silent in utter surprise but she was glaring at him, "Who are you?" she whispered fiercely.
"You don't need to know little things like that," he replied quietly, pressing his gun firmer to her skin, "Come on.."
Ever so slowly, Storm rose from the seat, her hands drifting from the arms of her chair. She swallowed nervously, feeling her skin go tense with cold dread. She took a few nervously steps back, the gun never leaving her head. The man glared at her before he turned, spinning the chair round and lowering to the computer, the gun was held vaguely in her direction, but he was quickly browsing the information on screen.
But Storm saw her opportunity, she jerked forth, grabbing the barrel of the gun and attempting to rip it out of his hands whilst she tried to kick the chair from under him. She made a gasp of fright however as the gun went off, the bullet launching over her shoulder and striking the wall behind her. The man's eye spun to her, the chair slipping from under him and rolling back. But he kept his balance – still standing. He made an angry growl, grabbing at the woman's wrists as he tried to get her clinging hands off his arms.
But Storm wasn't going to give up. She still thrashed at him, kicking at him sharply, and arms wrestling around his. The gun shot again, narrowly missing the woman's arm. The man was getting angrier, he raised his fists, bringing one down upon Storm and hitting her across to jaw. She gasped as she staggered back, feeling her eyes go unfocused for a moment. She shook her head gently, softened eyes hardening once more as she refocused upon the man. She made another step to go and launch an attack upon him again.
"You're boring me," he said softly, grabbing a silver appliance from his belt and spinning it round to face Storm. Before Storm could register what it was, he had pressed the button. The next thing she knew is her mouth emitted an agonised scream, her entire body seemed to jolt and cramp all at once, muscles freezing and burning. She was thrown backwards on the floor, smacking against the tiles loudly.
The man sneered gently, turning from the grounded opponent and looking back at the computer screen, grabbing the mouse and inspecting the onscreen page. Storm groaned softly on the floor, blinking her eyes as she tried to sit upright. With a soft gasp she rose unsteadily to her feet, grabbing onto a bookcase beside her to balance herself.
"What was that?" she gasped softly, staring across at him, trying to stop her limbs from trembling.
"50,000 volts," he answered as the man stopped his exploration of Cerebro's database and turned his head to look to her, a wily smirk appeared as he straightened to face her, pointing the stun gun once more.
But Storm smiled gently, straightening her body, now recovered, "Oh yeah?" she asked softly before raising her two palms together in a prayer position, "This is Storm." Before the intruder could question on what she meant, he was propelled backwards with a terrified scream as a flash of white lit up the room, and a crackling lightning bolt fired out of the woman's palms and into the torso of the man. He was thrown back across one of the desks, knocking it over and dragging the lamp and a few books off as he collapsed sideways on the lopsided desk on the floor in a silent heap.
The doors suddenly opened and Scott ran in, looking around in a panic, "Storm, I heard gunfire!" he paused as he stared at the silent body in the mass of broken furniture, "I see you dealt with it.." he whispered softly, looking up to her.
"That's the first of a lot to come.." she replied forlornly, wiping running blood from her lips, "I assure you."
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Lines won't work, boo.