A/N: HEY, sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've actual had these chapter, ready to go for a few days now, but it was my birthday this week, so did get a chance to type it up and post it. I'm 23 now…23 eep, faints XX.
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Oh right, anyway. Here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy it. If you wanna give me a present you can review:().
A/N2: I don't know if Logan has a balcony in Dark Angel but in this story I'm giving him one, who knows it might raise the price of his apartment.
The X Factor
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Psylocke lay sprawled on the ground, pinned by a rather demanding X5. Her dark hair fanned out around, on the wet concert, appearing almost purple in the false over head lights. Rogue's sudden appearance had taken the attention off her, as she suddenly rolled back bucking at the girl on top of her, kicking her in the back. Surprise dislodged her as Psylocke flipped to her feet.
Dropping into her customary deep ninja stance, her right fist started to glow a vibrant shade of pink. Betsy was a powerful telepathic, who unlike Professor X, or Jean Grey, was able to manifest that power into a weapon called the psychic knife. Slammed deep into a person's mind it attacked their subconscious and was able to fry every single nerve ending, knocking them out cold.
Stepping forward she threw a pouch with her left, and as the X5 blocked, slammed her glowing fist into the back of her head. Betsy had dulled the effects enough just to bring a person to their knees, so the girl dropped with a small cry.
A sudden kick to Psylocke's stomach knocked her back to the ground, where she watched the male X5 approach. That was when Rogue intervened. Grabbing hold of the male shoulders she spun him around.
"Now, now sugah, it ain't nice ta hit ladies," with that she threw him, and watched him land some distance away in a pile of rubbish. Out of the corner of her eye, Betsy saw a flash of silver. Turning she caught a piece of pipe that swung towards her from the African American woman. Wrenching it from her grasp, in one fluid move used it to knock O.C off her feet, before throwing it to tangle in the legs of the approaching man in glasses, he went down in a spastic pile to the sound of whirling motors.
Rogue moved forward grasping Betsy's underarms and lunched herself into the air, they flow off without a second glance.
The doors to Crash opened a Sketchy stepped out, frowning at the sight of everyone sprawled around staring open mouthed at the sky. Following their gaze he saw nothing.
"Um…guys?" He questioned, "Whats goin' on?"
#SC#
"We have a problem," Betsy had announced with out any preamble upon entering the x-teams suite. Later as they gathered around the monitor connecting them to the mansion and Professor X, she and Rogue explained the night events.
"They have discovered our existence," Xavier summed up. Our meaning that of mutant kind.
"Eye's Only, said somethin' 'bout warni' the public," Rogue said. Cyclops winced, as Jean looked worried, Wolverine was as close to snarling as he ever was.
"Bloody Pollack!" Betsy cursed climbing to her feet, without her usual grace, to stork around the room.
"It's not your fault," Jean said gently, "He would have been to trace anyone of us. We needed to know who was accessing the disc."
"We still have to stop this bloke before he does any damage," Betsy said, "There's no telling how Magneto would react if people find out."
"Agreed," Xavier nodded before pulling a thoughtful expression as he steepled his fingers. "We need someone to talk to him, someone with a…gentle touch. I would send you Jean. However, I believe they might be uncomfortable with a telepath as our representative." Charles was quiet for a moment before a small but confidant smile, "I have to perfect person."
#SC#
"The girl flew!" Cindy said, a dazed expression on her face, before turning to face the others, "Where the hell did Sketch meet her!"
After ditching the slightly drunk, extremely confused bike messenger. The others had headed back to Logan's penthouse. As the two X5 checked to see if they had been followed or where being listened to, Cindy collapsed on the couch and Logan went to his computer. "This is some deep stuff, we got ourselves into," Cindy continued, shaking her head, "And boo you o.k. That one girl got ya bad."
"I'm fine," Max replied, shrugging it of.
"Are you sure," Alec questioned moving to her side, "Her fist was glowing!"
"I'm fine really," Max insisted slightly confused by the concern she saw in Alec's hazel eyes. "The tips of my fingers feel a bit tingly. But that's it!" She shook her head, "Mutants, who would have thought it. The government tried so hard to create superhumans, and natural had already done it."
There had been a war, she realised, that had decided the fate of humanity and no one even knew.
She crossed to the window, looking at the lit up city. Hounded, hunted and hated, Max could identify with these mutants. She had been sitting with one all night, and had never even known. Rogue, Max mused, she hadn't seemed sooo bad. Were they an enemy like some believed? Maybe, maybe not.
#SC#
Later that night, or it could have been early the next morning. Alec had dozed off watching television, while Max was lurking somewhere. The X5's hadn't wanted to leave just encase Logan had any unexpected 'guests'. Cale turned to the lightly snoring transgenic sprawled on his couch, 'Yeah,' he thought, 'Big help'
Suddenly a bolt of lightening split the clear night sky, the flash brilliantly light. Standing slowly, the motors in his exo loud in the quiet room. Logan moved towards the window. Not a cloud covered the stars over head. Shaking his head, he moved away just as another bolt flashed outside, lightening up his apartment.
Freezing, Logan's heart jumped into his throat. There was someone standing on his balcony. Pausing he glanced around wondering how they got there, since the only way was through the apartment.
They made no movement, no motion to enter. Simply waited. Gathering the nerve that made him an excellent journalist and voice of the down trodden, Logan moved forward. The sliding door seemed unnaturally loud in the silence, as he opened to door and stepped into the moonlight.
It was a woman, he saw that now. Such a vision that all others paled in comparison. She was tall, standing over six ft. Curvaceous body covered head to toe, in black leather that hugged her over chocolate coloured skin. A long silver lined cape hung over her shoulders, to brush the ground. He paused as brilliant blue eyes watched him, with far more wisdom then one her age should have. She watched him approaching, turning slightly to face him, moonlight glinting off silver hair.
"Who are you?" he said, unsure if it was a demand or a simple question.
"I am Storm," she replied, "I have come to answer questions, I am sure you will have," she arched a fine silvery eyebrow. "That is if you wished to ask."
Her accent he realised was South African.
"Are you a mutant?" that was the first question from his lips.
"Yes," was her simple replied.
"What is it you can do?" He asked.
"My name explains it," she said gently, "I control the elements of the storm."
"Are you here to take over the city?"
A short laugh escaped her, with a slightly bitter edge to it.
"No," she said softly shaking her head, "While it is true, some amongst us, believe that they are the true rulers of this world. There are many who simply wish to live… in peace. However like anyone they will fight when threatened, which is what happen last time. People are afraid of what they don't understand, so they are afraid of us. Truthfully we are more afraid of what to rest of humanity can do." She tilted her head, "Surely, you who spends time, with these transgenic can understand this."
Nodding, Logan finally questioned. "What brought you out of hiding?"
"Trask industry has been behind to greater part of the war against mutant kind," Storm explained, "We were fearfully, that the break in would bring his attention back to us. We had no intention of becoming discovered, you broke through are firewalls and buried past beautifully. But may I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"What do you plan to do with this information?"
TBC
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