(Two)
Beast had come running out of the Engine Room when he heard Kimble shout Maylee's name. He had to duck in the doorway when Kimble's tools fell from the ceiling with a clatter. The Siskan could phase himself, but not anything he had in his hands.
Fallen was right behind him when she saw Kimble's feet disappear through the ceiling. "Whoa...!" she gasped in surprise. She knew Kimble could phase, but she'd had no idea he could leap like that.
They both ran up the stairs up to the Main Room. Henry saw Logan down on the floor but knew his healing capabilities enough to know that as bad as he looked, he would probably be okay. He kept running when he saw Joseph standing over Kimble and raising his knife for another strike. He slammed into Valentin's Second, using his velocity to carry them both down the walkway to the hatchway door. All those years in High School football still did Henry favors, Joseph didn't take the impact of Beast's linebacker sized body well. He crumpled with a whimper and passed out, stunned from being made a human sandwich between Beast and the hatchway door.
Fallen took on Valentin and Bruce easily by simply telekinetically lifting them up off the ground. Poor Bruce had already surrendered, but she wasn't waiting around for him to change his mind. She slammed them both into the cage hard enough to knock the breath out of them. Bruce groaned and passed out, his body not being able to take any more abuse. He had already lost a lot of blood.
Valentin's upper body smashed into a support beam for the cage room with a sickening crunch. Fallen heard the sound of more of his bones breaking but didn't care in the least. She held him in place, pinning him way up high, and flew up to speak at him. "Give me one reason not to kill you here, right now!" she spat, raising two blue glowing fists.
"Because you haven't the will for it!" Valentin gasped, spitting blood.
She snarled at him and punched him full force, adding extra velocity via her telekinetic power to stun him and knock him out for a while. She let him fall next to Bruce on the floor in a tangled heap. He was right in that she didn't have the desire to kill him but it wouldn't stop her from hurting him again though, if it came down to it.
Gambit, now free, flew past her quickly to where Kimble had fallen. He had seen the Siskan go down and the look on Maylee's face told him the news wasn't good.
Fallen didn't immediately realize how bad off Kimble was and didn't follow him. She went next to Logan who was balled up on the floor, his body lying in a syrupy pool of congealing blood. He was drenched in the stuff, his hands curled at his throat. He looked small and oddly vulnerable, not the way she was used to seeing him. She was compelled to touch his face and gently smooth his blood soaked hair from his eyes. She wanted to know he was really okay.
"You all right?" she asked nervously. He looked horrifying, any normal man would have been dead three times over.
"Ughh...Jus' give me a minute..." he growled softly, blood dripping from his mouth as he spoke. His throat had sealed up, but his voice was scratchy and sore. He was in severe pain and not yet ready to move. He could heal from just about anything, but it didn't stop him from feeling all of the pain. Fallen's hands on him were warm and comforting and he was glad she was there beside him. He almost groaned aloud from the separation when he felt her suddenly leave him. It took a moment for him to register that Gambit was screaming.
(break)
Maylee had squirmed out from under Kimble's lifeless body. She was covered in his strange blood, but it was shimmering away off of her furry skin as if it had never been real.
"Kimble! Oh, no..." Maylee sobbed and tried to hold him. She cried out in surprise when her arms slid through him as if he was made of foam, he was no longer completely solid. His skin flickered and winked out, leaving a strange clear misshapen shell of a pilot that barely held the last of his grey fluids. Her eyes opened wide as she saw three brightly glowing lights swirling around in the gel. It was as though there were tiny stars living inside of him.
She looked up at Gambit in distress as he came quickly. He arrived in a rush, sliding up to Kimble on his knees. He reached out and quickly pressed both of his hands into Kimble's opened chest in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. Even he could see it was too late. His hands had sunk into the Siskan's body, his fingers freezing uncomfortably from the extreme cold of his inner core. That wasn't all the bad news. Except for the stars floating around inside of him, Kimble looked hollow, like a ghost.
Gambit next screamed in shocked surprise when his hands suddenly flashed a bright red. Electricity, like red flame, flickered up and down his arms as the hologram reacted involuntarily to the nearest source of power and sucked a huge draw of bio-kinetic energy from him. Remy's body convulsed as if he was having a seizure, but he couldn't pull himself away, the transfer of energy had him fixed in place. He continued to howl in frightened protest to the uninvited ravaging of his body. It didn't hurt, but it was the weirdest sensation he had ever felt. It was as if his very life was being drained away.
Seth came up on the Main Room screen. He saw all the blood and the bodies and cried out. When he took in that Kimble had also gone down, he put his hands to the screen and wailed in dismay.
Henry was about to shove Gambit away from Kimble's body but watched in horror and fascination as Kimble's injuries sealed shut and the blood shimmered and faded away. The pilot shuddered and began to breathe again, shallow raspy breaths. It was obvious that the thief was healing Kimble with his power as Fallen had done, a welcome and timely surprise, and Beast was reluctant to interrupt the process.
Kimble opened his eyes briefly and groaned something in Siskan. His body became more solid and he lost the ghost like translucence. The stars inside of him grew dim as his grey fluids returned and washed over them, burying them back inside. His skin flickered back on and held.
The healing didn't take long, after a moment the red flash of Remy's arms was reduced to a glowing ember and slowly winked out. Gambit gasped and trembled from the shock of what had been done to his body. He was exhausted from the unexpected drain of energy and collapsed in an ungainly heap on top of Kimble, his eyes rolling back as he blacked out. The two men shivered from the exchange and lay still.
"What happened!" Fallen shouted, running over.
"It seems our Cajun friend has a compatible power for Kimble. I suppose I should have guessed it since your ability to power the ship is so similar," Henry explained, laying a hand along Remy's neck, checking his pulse. All was well, it was steady and fine. He wasn't quite worried, not just yet.
"He-He saved me...Kimble!" Maylee gasped, looking up into Henry's big blue face.
"Yes. Perhaps you've underestimated him. You wouldn't be the first," Beast replied, looking back over his shoulder to where Logan lay still on the floor. He saw Logan hadn't gotten up yet and went to him.
Wolverine was covered in his own blood, but all of his wounds had sealed up at least. Henry eased him up from the floor and helped him into one of the seats in the first row, trying to ignore the blood everywhere. Logan said nothing but grunted with pain and clung tightly to Henry's arms. He was very weak and lucky to even still be conscious. He probably wouldn't be for much longer. Henry lay him down and went to the barracks room for a blanket. He immediately saw where the weapons had come from and cursed himself for not being as vigilant as he could have been. He just hoped it wasn't too late.
