Furor Paxx 29- Lie to Me
Jean opened her eyes, cautiously. The bullet was there, less than a centimeter from her face. She screamed again and dove to the ground.
"Well. Isn't this a surprise." Kaysin said as he picked up off the floor where Jean had dropped him. "You could have done this earlier."
"Silence, human."
The voice sounded completely evil. The hairs on the back of Jean's neck raised and she carefully raised herself to her hands and knees.
"Now, X-Man. Stand and take your punishment."
Jean felt herself stand, even though her legs were so weak she could barely crawl. Jean closed her eyes again and willed her heart to stop trying to crawl out of her throat. She was just getting ready to die, when God himself made a move on her behalf.
"Pietro?" Kurt coughed weakly and slowly made his way down the stairs. "I heard screams. Is everything okay?" He peered into the super bright room and squinted heavily. "I can't see. Where are you?"
"Go back to bed, Kurt." The evil voice said, only is sounded less so.
Kurt plopped down on the stairs and sighed. "I'm tired of staying in bed. I'm not sleepy. Not..."
Jean blinked as she realized that Pietro was the one behind her. That was all it took for a new plan to formulate in her mind. She reached out with her telekinesis and picked Kurt up. "Let me go, or I'll squeeze him so hard his eyeballs pop." She stepped back and turned to face Pietro. Any confindence she had left at that point was dashed away.
Pietro was hovering a full foot above the ground with an assortment of kitchen knives between the two of them. "I'd invite you to try, but there is no need for idle threats. Leave. Now."
Jean paused for a second before dropping Kurt and running out the door. She put up a telekinetic shield just in time to stop the hail of knives from tearing her to pieces.
Back in the Mansion, Pietro slammed the door shut behind her. "We shall need to retrieve those later." He noted absently. "Will you call the Institute, or shall I?" he asked Scott.
"I'll get it. You take care of Kurt. Lance, put Wanda in your room and then come help me clean this mess up. Kaysin," Scott studied the human briefly. "You try to get the big pieces of glass out of Rogue's arm, don't touch her skin, though." As everyone hurried to follow his orders, Scott picked up the mobile phone and rushed to get some ice.
"Oh, my Stars and Garters." Dr. Henry McCoy took one look at the critically wounded Rogue as Logan and Lance brought her in on a makeshift stretcher and abandoned Jean's minor cuts and bruises. "What happened?"
"We got into a little fight." Scott lied.
McCoy stared at him. "You don't expect me to believe that, do you?"
Scott stared back. "Would you rather I say it was an accident?"
Logan growled and hoisted Lance up by the scruff. Operating on the assumption that Lance was in charge of the Brotherhood, and that Rogue's injuries were the fault of the Brotherhood, Logan was ready to slice their leader to tiny pieces.
Sensing his impending doom, Lance tried to defend himself, but his powers weren't working up to par. There was a rumble deep underneath the Institute, but other than that- nothing. Lance made a tiny, defeated sound and then just hung limp in Logan's grip.
Logan stared at the teenager, waiting for the kid to do his worst. "Hey, you sick or somethin?"
"He's tired Logan. We're all tired. Not only that, but now that Rogue's safe, we're all going home. We'll call." Scott waved, already halfway out the door with the rest of the Brotherhood right in front of him.
"What's going on?" Logan asked himself. Lance, still held firmly in the air, snored softly. "Hey! Summers? Summers!"
Lance opened his eyes and groaned. Every muscle in his body was screaming and his head felt worse than usual
. He stumbled downstairs, mind fixed doggedly on one thing: coffee. The trip to the kitchen took forever. Lance yawned and set to work.
The water was just beginning to boil when he noticed something was wrong. First of all, Scott wasn't there. Lance snapped out of his daze immediately. Scott was up to something, he reasoned. He had to discover what.
Lance turned around and stared, slack-jawed, as Jean walked into the room. They stared at each other for an eternity before the scream that had been building itself up in Lance's chest made it to his mouth.