Summary : The Clansmen finally make their bid for freedom, mayhem ensues. This is part seven of my Kimble series, you will need to read the others before starting this. See my profile for details.
Notes : Rated M for language, violence, and sexual situations.
AU but only because I chose to change a few things in my dear friends' histories for simplification, nothing drastic so please forgive. I wrote this for a friend who didn't read the comics so there is a bit of back history and explanation on who everyone is and what their powers are. I've been working on this story for years so I do ask that you don't use any of my non-Marvel universe characters without my permission. I love my Siskans as I do my children.
Pinklittewitch, to answer your question, I will be getting the boys home not in this post but at the end of the next. I would have combined these two pieces, but it was running just a little too long. It's going to happen, I promise!
10-13-13 - Updated to add (break)s as needed and to fix some punctuation errors.
(One)
Day Four
The Clansmen stood on the inside of the barracks door, looking out. They had their weapons ready, eager for battle. They had prepared for this, planning carefully, and Valentin was impatient to begin. Seth had just checked in on them so they had plenty of time to make their move. Gambit was in the galley by himself playing solitaire and preparing another meal. Henry was downstairs with Kimble and Fallen, working on the engines. Wolverine was still off nursing his foul mood. Because the Clansmen had been so well behaved the past day, the X-men had believed them contained and were slacking off a bit on watching them, no one was posted on guard.
Joseph had already mentally removed most of the screws holding the security screen in place on the doorway. The rest were very loose. He watched Gambit as the X-man moved about the galley and waited for his moment. Remy got up from his bench to go to the stove and was no longer in sight. It was all clear. Joseph used a mighty tug of telekinesis to rip the light screen down. He made very little noise and he caught the strip as it fell, but he wasn't quiet enough.
Logan came from the back row of passenger seats in a hurry, claws out and ready. He knew what was going on the minute he had heard the light screen fall and barked at Remy for assistance. Gambit came on the run and joined him. They were met head on and the battle began in earnest.
Each Clansman had a homemade weapon in both hands and came slashing. Valentin had removed his arm brace and was charging recklessly, not caring about further damaging his already broken arm. Bruce was true to his word to his Master and didn't hold back. He and Valentin tackled Logan, stabbing him repeatedly.
Joseph jogged past them and sliced an arcing blow at Remy with his knife. The thief had no real weapon, only his speed and dexterity. He dodged quickly, hearing the whistle of air as the blade buzzed by his ear. Remy danced around defensively, always a difficult target, but Joseph was still able to cut him slightly on his hands and arms. Gambit just grinned and kept moving, his mind working fast and his next move planned. He slid two cards out of his pocket, but was reluctant to charge and set them off inside the ship. Now that it had come down to it, he had no idea how much damage he would cause. He didn't think blasting a hole in the side of the ship was the best way to win this battle. He decided to try a little humor instead.
"I dunno dere, Joey. You look like you got yo' 'ands all full. Let Gambit 'elp you, d'accorde?" Remy teased. He spun and kicked Joseph's wrist, forcing him to drop one of his homemade knives. Gambit grinned, pleased with himself, and kept moving. If he was patient, he could get Joseph to drop the other.
Logan, being tag teamed, wasn't doing as well. He snarled in anger as he was cut over and over again. His body was repairing the damage quickly, but with two assailants, his healing factor couldn't replace the blood quickly enough. He was tiring and slowing down, making mistakes. Logan swung at Bruce with his claws and slashed his arm open, hacking three dark red trenches below the elbow and almost severing it from the joint.
Bruce screamed and fell back, dropping both of his weapons to grip his gaping wounds. Blood poured from him in a flood and he looked like he would pass out. He dropped to his knees and squirmed away, retreating and shaking badly. He was all done.
One down, one ta go, Wolverine thought to himself, feeling optimistic. He thought too soon, however. The lunge at Bruce had cost him. He had overextended and Valentin took advantage of it. The Clansman plunged one dagger in Logan's exposed gut and slashed his throat with the other. Logan went down spraying blood in all directions.
At that moment, Maylee came out of Fallen's lav. She had just showered and her hair was wet. She saw that Valentin and the others were loose and screamed.
"Kill her!" Valentin bellowed.
Joseph didn't hesitate. He left Gambit for his compatriots and dove over to Maylee, crossing the room in three large strides. She tried to run for the safety of the lav, but she was too slow. He grabbed her shoulder and tossed her out into the isle. She fell awkwardly against the seats and he stood over her, grinning, he wanted to look into her eyes as she died. He raised his dagger with a wicked laugh.
Kimble was walking out of the shop with the next batch of tools when he heard Maylee scream from right above him. He didn't hesitate, but acted instinctively without thinking. He wished really hard to be up there and spread his wings. He jumped up and as he did, felt that strange pinching sensation in his head as he phased up through the floor. He barely registered the fact that he was actually flying and not jumping as he shouted her name. Kimble came up through the floor and through Maylee's body just as he had hoped. He turned solid just as Joseph came down with his dagger. It looked pretty, but it hadn't been planned. It was an accident of fate that Kimble was in the right place at the right time to save Maylee's life.
Kimble screamed in agony as he was impaled on Joseph's blade. He had felt this before, oh yes, and Zander was there to remind him of it with a flashback of swords and blood. Still, Kimble refused to be distracted from his duty, he had to protect Maylee. He grabbed at Joe's hands, but he was too weak from phasing and being stabbed. He stumbled and fell awkwardly over Maylee, covering her with his body and spreading his wings as he went down. Even with his chest ripped open, the Siskan was still trying to protect her.
By Kimble now had a dim awareness that he was as telekinetic as Fallen. If he had been properly trained, he could have tried to create a telekinetic shield to protect them both. As it was, Kimble was barely able to cover her with his body. Inspired by Kimble's apparent helplessness, Joseph freed his dagger from the pilot's body with a vicious yank that widened the rip in Kimble's skin even further. Grey hologram fluids gushed out of him in a gush, spilling over Kimble's sides to the floor. Joseph grinned and struck the pilot again. Kimble tried to block the blow, but his hands only slid down the slick sides of Joseph's weapon as it came down again.
"Stay down!" Kimble ordered weakly to Maylee even as he gasped for breath.
Maylee cowered below him, trembling from the cold and shock. She hadn't been the least bit prepared for his dramatic entrance. His grey gel blood now splashed over her, chilling her and frosting her breath. She was stunned by his actions, he was the last one she had expected to come to her rescue.
Kimble growled and snarled while Joseph continued to cut him. The pilot had been hoping just to cover her until someone else could come, but this was taking too long. He was losing too much fluid and becoming hollow. It wouldn't take long for Joseph to be able to cut through him to the girl. He breathed a sigh of relief when a large blue blur passed over him and Joseph was slammed into the wall away from him. Henry had arrived.
Kimble slumped down against Maylee, tired. He had never felt so exhausted, so empty before. Before the overload, he could have permanently jumped back into the system to save himself, but that was no longer an option now. He rested his head back over Maylee's shoulder and turned to look into her beautiful cat's eyes. He smiled weakly at her. "See? I toldja I would keeps ya safe..." he whispered so quietly she almost didn't hear it. He didn't close his eyes, but she felt it when he stopped breathing.
