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CHAPTER 60 – Game Begins
Tristian inched closer to the two bodies lying on the floor. By the white streak in the hair he could tell it was Rogue. With a glance at Jean and a confirmed nod, he knew it was really them. The only question left to answer was, were they still alive?
His eyes scanned the area, but saw no one. It didn't necessarily mean they were alone, because they weren't. He knew they were there. As sure as he knew Jean was next to him, he knew others were hiding…watching…waiting.
They inched closer, eyes scanning the dimly lit darkness for the others. Cyclops and the others were well hidden in the area, he couldn't hear or see them and he hoped that was because they were hidden and not taken. If they were taken, he'd have heard it, he hoped.
Tristian kneeled down next to Bobby when they were close enough while Jean covered him. He rolled the boy onto his back. He was unconscious, his skin was cold to the touch. Tristian touched the side of his neck, his pulse was barely there, his lips blue. They'd suffocated him. Tristian waited for the glow of his hand and felt the bones inside mend, the ribs snap back into place and the blood rush back through his body.
Bobby gasped and coughed. Tristian helped sit him up. "You're all right," he told him as Bobby started to struggle against him. He cupped the boys face in his hand, trying to make eye contact. "Bobby, calm down, you're all right. You're safe. You're alive."
Bobby calmed down as he recognized Tristian, though he still breathed heavily. "Tristian?"
"Its me. It's me," he said with a weak smile. He felt the dizziness rush through him from the healing, but fought it off. He could be weak and fall later but not here, not now. "I swear."
"Oh God…there's something down here…I saw its eyes…in the dark," with the words, he looked around frantically.
"Don't worry about that now. I need you to stay calm and help Jean while I help Rogue."
The words hit the boy's ears. "Marie," he turned to her body. "Oh God…oh no."
Tristian rolled the unconscious girl onto her back and saw the blood stain first. Stryfe's work. He felt his anger boil inside him. Stryfe stabbed Rogue, stabbed a defenseless girl.
"Oh God," Bobby groaned, clutching Marie's hand. "Can you help her?"
Tristian felt for a pulse. It was there. She was still alive. "Yeah, I can." He covered the wound with his hand and felt it stitch back together, felt the blood seep back into her body. His vision darkened and he had to sit down for a moment, head bent down to catch his breath. Two healings in two minutes. That wasn't easy for him. A hand touched his shoulder and he lifted his head to see Jean's worried eyes staring back at him.
He smiled. "I'm fine…help me to my feet."
Jean put a hand under his arm and lifted him up. "Are you sure you're okay?"
He nodded. "For now." He looked back and saw Bobby helping Rogue to her feet. She looked better, more alive than before.
"Thanks Tristian," she said hugging Bobby. "I thought we 'ere as good as dead."
"Don't worry," he told her with an arm around Jean. "I'll keep you all safe."
He didn't see them so much as he heard them appear, felt them appear. All of them. Caliban, Juggernaut, Stryfe, Havok, Tabitha, and Frost. In the darkness he heard Emplate growl, waiting for his turn to reveal himself.
"This can't be good," Bobby mumbled, clutching Rogue closer to him.
"Frost," Tristian said, his eyes narrowing on the blonde.
"Tristian, my favorite," she purred. "So glad you dropped by, and with friends no less."
"Like I had a choice."
"You had no choice of coming, but bringing me the entire X-Men team, now that was unpredictable."
"You won't touch them," he told her, standing in front of the others.
She smiled, revealing her white teeth. "Really? You couldn't save Bonnie from one of us. Now you plan to stop seven of us with one of you."
"That's the plan," he nodded.
She laughed. "Then let the game begin."
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