"You wait on the second floor," whispered Mystique quietly as her and Toad slipped into the museum below the Liberty Statue. "I'll disguise myself down here. Don't forget, Wolverine's mine." She paused as they came across the security guard's desk, the man in the chair slumped back with brutal slashes over his body. Sabretooth's handiwork when they first entered.
"Better hide that, huh?" asked Toad lazily as he jumped onto the desk. He kicked the guard out of the chair, the body slumping into the shadows under his desk. The security screens still buzzed, explaining reports of the goings on at Ellis Island. "Righto," he turned his head. "They're comin'. That's my cue!" and with a singular leap he shot off the desk, disappearing over the railings and into the darkness.
Mystique quickly looked around the museum, seeing a table right in front of the entrance. She leapt towards it, landing in the centre. As she span to face the entrance, her form transformed into a dull stone colour, replicating the statue above her. She concentrated heavily on keeping he breaths quiet, and being still as possible, as to not let her moving chest give her away.
Footsteps sounded slowly, coming towards her. Ahead of her, four of the X-Men passed through the security divider, entering without any problems, that was until Wolverine passed through and the alarms began a frenzied wailing. Mystique peered out of an eye, holding back a smile as she watched Wolverine quickly stab six claws into the offending detectors. Her eyes closed just as she witnessed Wolverine sheathing his claws once more, but not after giving Cyclops a rude gesture with his center claw. She had to hold back a laugh. Even though she still swore revenge on the man, she had to admit he had style.
As the X-Men passed her, she opened her eyes fully, blinking and easing her lids after they had been shut for a while. Whilst their backs were to her, she swiftly transformed into her natural state, slipping off the podium of the statue she had been imitating. She vanished into the shadows, darting behind a column. She peered out to watch the X-Men slowly walk, each one of them looking cautious. She quickly flit through the darkness, passing another two columns before she settled behind another, pressing her bare back firmly against the cold marble.
"There's someone here," she heard Wolverine suddenly say. Mystique closed her eyes, shaking her head in a frustrated manner. Damn him! He would pay for that.
"Where?" she heard Scott ask.
Mystique slowly peered around the column, her eyes studying Scott as she watched him look around.
Wolverine was intently sniffing the air, "I don't know," he growled quietly, "Keep your eye open." And with that, he began walking; coming close to the column Mystique had suddenly darted back behind.
"Logan.." muttered Scott in annoyance.
Mystique smirked again at Wolverine's witty comment; it was the type of thing she would throw out.
"Damn it.." Scott cursed as Wolverine slinked out of view.
Mystique carefully watched Wolverine disappear away from the group. As the X-Men had their backs turned, she swiftly slipped out of the shadows, her form materialising rapidly as she began stalking towards the X-Men in a form matching Wolverine's.
Scott turned, "Anything?"
"I know there's someone here. I just can't see 'em."
As Scott turned away, she swiftly exited replica claws from her knuckles, concentrating on a path towards Scott as her eyes narrowed.
Then, out of nowhere leapt a shadow, colliding heavily with Mystique and sending the pair tumbling across the floor into a corridor. The figure had moved with silence that could only come from the real Wolverine. Mystique tumbled across the floor, quickly rolling back onto her feet as her hands held tightly against Wolverine. The pair struggled against each other, but Mystique just smiled, pursing her lips and offering a teasing kiss. She raised a foot, attempting to kick him in the groin. But Wolverine was too quick, countering the attack and pushing his identical form away from him swiftly. Wolverine released his claws from his knuckles, and with an uncharacteristic smile to her Wolverine face she did the same.
The X-Men quickly ran forth, staring at the scene before them. Scott halted, a hand rising to his visor as he nervously glanced between the doubles.
Both of the copies raised their hands; shouting at the exact same time, "Wait!"
Throwing everyone into confusion, Mystique took this opportunity to separate themselves from the X-Men, spinning round and slicing the chain with her razor sharp claws. Whilst they weren't adamantium, they were an organic metal with a sharp edge. Enough for what she wanted. As the large metal door rumbled shut, Wolverine leapt at her, the pair quickly throwing their claws at each other. As Mystique ducked under a stab, Wolverine brought his elbow back to hit her across her head, sending her stumbling against the wall. As Mystique looked round, Wolverine had raised his claws once more, bringing them down upon her. In defence, she raised an arm, and felt her claw be sliced away rather painfully as she cried out. Wolverine made a second lurch, Mystique swiftly dodging. Wolverine's claws impaled the brickwork where her head had been moments before.
As Wolverine concentrated on pulling his claws out of the wall, Mystique leapt forward, running her claws through a power box. The lights of their corridor went out instantly.
She quickly set off into a run, wanting to lure Wolverine away from the X-Men. She had a feeling he would be the one to cause the most trouble. Well, that had been Toad and Mystique's quick plan as they ran down the steps of the Liberty Statue. Toad could easily take care of those X-Men, but Mystique had insisted that at some point she had Wolverine to herself. She had revenge to serve.
She darted around a corner in the small, disused corridor, listening as she heard his footsteps come towards her. At the opportune moment, she swung a claw fist out into his face, but to her surprise, his heavily grabbed her wrist, flinging her body forward in a flip and sending her spinning through the air. Mystique landed elegantly on her feet, narrowing her Wolverine eyes at him. He wasn't going to take her down that easily.
Wolverine quickly charged at her, but Mystique grabbed his oncoming limbs by the wrist, pulling him up against her as she smirked. Her knees smashed up into his groin and her foot sprung round to hit him in the head as he doubled over. As he staggered back, Mystique made a swipe with her claws, but easily missed. She glared at her misses; launching a kick into his stomach with propelled him back. Mystique was too fast for him to retaliate as she elegantly forward flipped. Her booted foot hit against his chin, quickly knocking him off balance. As Wolverine turned to counter attack, Mystique leapt towards him with a swinging kick aimed for his face. Mid-air, her form changed, the rugged appearance of Wolverine transforming to her natural blue-skinned state. Catching Wolverine by surprise, the sole of her foot easily smacked against his cheek, the force spinning him round.
She hit the floor lightly in a readied poise. She stared up at him as she watched him regain his balance. He was looking all the angrier. Mystique was certainly enjoying the toying revenge, aggravating him and seeing his frustrated expression. Perhaps enjoying it too much. She smirked up at him, giving a sultry lick against her lower lip before she sprung back into action. Just in time too, for Wolverine had wrenched both claws towards her with a growl. She grabbed his wrists, pulling his offending claws away from her as she easily raised a leg to kick him sharply in the face. Mystique elegantly hoisted herself over him, his back bending with a loud series of cracks. propelling a well aimed kick into his groin.
Wolverine staggered back with an angry groan, falling against the corner and instinctively doubling over. Why did she keep aiming for his damn crotch! His gaze met the smiling face of Mystique. Behind her, she had secured her hands on some loose chains, swiftly springing them over her head to collide into Wolverine, but he caught them with one hand of his claws using both sets to reign her in towards him with a growl. Mystique narrowed her eyes as she came up against him, pressing her naked form closely against his as they met.
Wolverine swiftly broke the chains apart in a bid to launch as attack on Mystique, but she had elegantly cart wheeled through the air to avoid such a strike.
Mystique tried to hit with her palm, but he easily knocked her into some nearby fencing. She span around the back of some wire fencing, avoiding his deadly claws by mere inches. He swiped angrily, claws slicing down the hinges of the gate she was stood beside. As soon as it began to fall, Mystique grabbed it, using it as a shield before her and Wolverine. She thrust the metal bottom it into his gut, in a bid to try and put distance between herself and those claws. But Wolverine wasn't having any of it, his claws burst forward, ripping through the wire meshing like liquid, and propelling towards her face. With a surprised gasp, Mystique jolted back from the gate, which had split into two in either of her hands.
A hand knocked away the oncoming claws, a kick launching into his gut to push him back. She was becoming tired, and she knew hanging around any longer was going to be a bad option. Mystique ran forward, using his knee as leverage as she back flipped, the sole of a foot upper cutting his jaw as she elegantly landed on a wooden crate. Wolverine was quickly back on track, and was running forth to retaliate. Concentrating on all her energy, she grabbed a metal pipe behind her, using the leverage to spring her feet off the floor and slam into Wolverine's oncoming chest. As he fell back, she ascended the pipe upside down with perfect balance, disappearing into the shadows. And safety.
Mystique darted across the top of a display case, staring ahead as she saw Toad battling against a horrendous wind. Storm was advancing upon him, her ivory eyes ablaze as lightning crackled around her form. She forced him out onto the balcony, where Mystique lost sight of him. She glanced down to the level below her, watching as she saw Scott and Jean together down one corridor, Jean gasping for newfound breath as Scott comforted her. Outside there was a mighty rumble of thunder and a crash of lightning that caused her to jolt with surprise. Storm was going to regret that. Up ahead, a short distance away from the others was Wolverine who was looking round the area carefully. She'd finish dealing with this one first. Mystique lightly leapt off the display case, landing on the flooring below with little noise. As she straightened, her form was a replica of Storm.
She advanced forward carefully, taking care to not attract too much unwanted attention. He had his back to her, and she continued to make her way towards him. "Logan.. is that you?
He raised a hand slowly, shushing her.
"The other one ain't far away.."
She advanced towards him slowly. Her eyes gradually trailed up the back of his form, observing every feature in the tight leather uniform. "Come on, we have to regroup."
"I know, but there's a problem," he muttered under his breath and he span round too quickly for her to register what was going on. Her eyes shot wide as she felt three cool blades of metal puncture into her chest, stilling the air inside her lungs as she gasped. "You're not part of the group." She felt her control slipping, her balance going as Wolverine ejected his bloodied claws from her form. She reached a hand towards Wolverine in a desperate bid as her imitating claws reached from her knuckles. Her balance was lost, her legs weak and she collapsed backwards upon the floor with her eyes lulling shut.
Blackness.
We know she survives, but I'm still anxious for her! Lol!