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Characters: Giselle Bermudez/Charm (OC), Piotr Rasputin/Colossus, Katherine Pryde/Shadowcat, Daken, Dr. Hank McCoy/Beast, Laura Kinney/X-23, Emma Frost, Scott Summers/Cyclops, Logan/James Howlett/Wolverine, Various other Marvel Universe Characters and OC's

Summary: The Agency's Julius launches an attack on Utopia-X, Lockheed approves, and Daken busts out.

A/N: thank you to all my reviewers! I'm glad you're enjoying the direction things are going in, and I really appreciate the praise regarding Peter and Daken. I wasn't so sure that I was doing a good job of keeping them in character, especially Peter, but I'm glad to see you all enjoyed it. This Chapter is going to put some things to the test though, and is going to lead to something you may not see coming! Enjoy!

Chapter Five

Bloodshed

Dusk, The Cafeteria

"I really appreciate all you have done for me Emma, but I can't stay," Giselle said to Emma as she watched the blonde telepath sip her tea, "the longer I stay here, the higher the risk of the Agency attacking your haven becomes. I can't in good conscience stay here and put all of this at risk."

"Giselle," Emma began, "Why exactly would this 'Agency' be so keen on attacking us when it's common knowledge that not only the X-Men, but Magneto, and Professor Charles Xavier are here? They would have to be completely daft!"

"Telepaths, master's of magnetism, and superheroes don't frighten these people when it comes to battle. Logan would barely cause their worst agent to break a sweat! It's better if I leave, and deal with the consequences on my own," Giselle said, hoping against hope that the stubborn woman across from her would just let her leave. She was telling the truth about The Agency, but hadn't been sincere in her true motives for wanting to leave. She was still in the pajamas she'd changed into, and wanted to get some rest in her own bed. Besides, Peter was the only one she had told her secret to. Logan had told her that he knew all along, it was her scent. That slightly offended her. Being told that she smelled like a transsexual. She knew he just meant the pheromones, something a normal human nose doesn't consciously detect, but it still kind of threw her.

"Giselle, you're a smart woman, and I am confident that you know just as well as I do that if you go back to your apartment, you face certain death. From what you've told me about this agency as well as what I was able to get from your mind, they would have had you under surveillance the minute you told them to go screw themselves, and they know that you are here. They would have to have an army to be able to cause any real damage."

Outside, at the edges of the island, men began to climb out of the water, oxygen tanks attached to their backs. Guns drawn, ready to fire, these men were ready to fight. Julius had shifted into a peregrine falcon and flown over the water. He was positioned at one end of the artificial island, using the amplified vision to scope out the entire area. He saw his men taking the coasts easily, effortlessly. He flew from his perch, and began to circle the island. He looked in the many windows, searching for Giselle's location. He saw her through the windows, in what must have been an eating area, sitting with a woman he hadn't seen in person in ages. Bingo, he thought and flew back to where his soldiers were waiting. On the way, he spotted two figures that were familiar to him walking the outside grounds and immediately was nervous. Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr. Both were extremely powerful mutants who could hinder this mission terribly if they saw fit.

He made it back to his troops and shifted into his normal form. Compared to the form he took in the city, even when on assignment with The Agency, this form was majestic. He stood seven feet tall, and appeared very similar to a humanoid lion with tiger stripes. His eyes, although still catlike, now had a neon green glow to them, and his mane was made of thin, ropey dreadlocks. He had a scar over his left eye, that he had gotten as a cub from his father, and his hands extended in a humanoid fashion, with long claws attached that could cut glass even more efficiently than diamond. He stood and looked over his entire brigade, and began to speak.

"This is not going to be easy, and many if not all of you will die tonight. Remember, our primary objective is to kill Agent Bermudez, and our secondary objective is to clean this joke of a nation out. We cannot risk any knowledge of The Agency getting out there." With that he let his commanders divide their teams out and once he was satisfied that they'd had enough time, he let out a monstrous growl and said, "Move out!"

"Charles, I know we have differed in the past in regards to our methods, but this is truly for the best. This Island is a place for all mutants to feel safe and secure that they needn't worry that they will be-," Erik stopped, he heard something like a lion or a tiger growling. Charles had also stopped, and was concentrating, no doubt having heard the same thing. Suddenly his eyes widened, "Erik, there is an attack underway as we speak! I must warn the others," he finished, and then relayed the info to Emma. Thirty seconds later, sirens were blaring and red lights were flashing everywhere.

"I told you," Giselle said as she ran after Emma to the locker rooms. Emma opened the door and pushed the young Latina in.

"You, there's a spare uniform in that locker, put it on, and let me know when you're ready," Emma said distractedly, she was telepathically sending the warning to all the other X-Men on the island, and broadcasting a messaged to the rest of the mutants on the island to either hide or be prepared to fight for their lives.

"but-," Giselle began only to be cut off.

"You brought them here, you're going to help us dispose of them," Emma said, and took off down the hallway and ran into the stairwell. Giselle found a uniform that was all black leather, similar to the ones she had seen countless times in the news whenever another act of heroism by the X-Men was the feature story. She also found some boots, and changed. After she was done dressing, she communicated with Emma telepathically to figure out what her location was, and after 10 minutes and several flights of stairs she joined Peter and Cyclops at the very top of the building as instructed by Emma.

"So what exactly is the situation," Giselle asked as she joined the two. Peter looked at her, relieved to see her in one piece. Scott looked at her with obvious distaste.

"Why are you in that uniform," he asked sourly.

"Because the woman who wears your balls as earrings told me to," she responded calmly. She was not about to deal with some asshole and his own self-righteousness. She had caused the destruction of their home, she got that, but she was also here to help fix it, and if he was going to have a hissy fit about her uniform, he needed to go somewhere else with that b.s.

"Magneto and the Professor are taking care of many of the intruders a the ground level, but many are approaching from other sides of the compound where Logan, Emma, and Armor are fighting it out. We have several young mutants stationed around the island either escorting people to safety or keeping the enemies at bay," Peter said, filling her in on the positions Scott had assigned everyone, "and you look stunning in that uniform," he finished. She looked up at him and he smiled at her, so she smiled back, and they kissed. Giselle usually didn't like corny crap like that from guys. Sure she was a giggly girly girl, but Peter was the kind of guy she rarely got involved with because they seemed too safe. But safe was what she needed now, and if this guy she met just the night before was willing to be that for her, she was all in.

"So why are we up here," Giselle asked. Then she heard it. Wings beating, but gigantic ones, she turned around just in time to see two helicopters and what looked to be a dragon heading straight for them. Cyclops fired on the helicopters, destroying one, and barely missing the other, while he ignored the dragon completely. The dragon came closer and Giselle backed up from its small purple form, a look of slight terror on her face. It came close to her, backing her up against the edge, and sniffed her. Then exhaled sharply and flew up to Peter, and made a clicking sound that led Giselle to believe it was angry. Then it flew off.

"What. The FUCK. Was that," Giselle asked a chuckling Peter. He looked at her and said, "that is Lockheed, my ex-girlfriend's dragon," as though he was telling her that it was going to be a nice day outside. She looked at him dumbfounded.

"Apparently, he likes you," he said and chuckled some more. The second helicopter began to circle back around. Cyclops was preparing to shoot it down when Giselle stopped him. "Let me," she said simply, and began to reach out to the man flying the vessel. She heard the familiar popping sound, and was suddenly looking out of the pilots eyes. She took control of his body and the chopper, and began to fly around the island, shooting the soldiers who had invaded.

the Brig

Daken heard the alarms and stood up, waiting for something to blow a hole he could escape through. He knew that there was a battle raging outside, he could smell it. Even in the brig, where there was minimal ventilation, he could smell the rise in the amount of exposed blood in the air, and it made him tingle. He searched for her scent among the blood, but caught nothing. He sat back down with a smirk. Any minute now, he thought to himself.

The Cliffs

Logan and Armor were beating the hell out of these guys when they heard the chopper's blades getting nearer. Emma looked up and tried to figure out what in the hell was going on. She shifted out of her diamond form and began to reach out with her powers when she felt a familiar presence in the pilot's mind. She smiled, Well I'll be spanked with a feather boa, she thought to herself, that girl isn't a completely useless cow after all.

I heard that, she heard Giselle say in her mind, and let out a soft laugh. She changed back into her diamond form and started kicking ass even harder than before. She looked over at Logan who had a look of pure glee on his face, and than over her other shoulder at Armor who was also enjoying this a bit too much. She shook her head went back into the fight.

The Base

Charles and Magneto were a match made in heaven when it came to a team that was extremely difficult to even injure in battle. Charles froze the soldiers as Magneto disarmed them and would take control of the metal in their gear to send them flying into the chilly waters of the Pacific Ocean. He wasn't trying to kill these men, they were humans, and his old friend would frown upon that extremely so. However, Magneto knew that these waters were rife with sharks of various species, one of which was the great white, and these men would be tasty morsels for the beasts.

Charles on the other hand was focused on the fact that they still had not found the source of the growling they heard minutes before the attack went full strength. He was suspicious of the fact that the beast they had heard had not shown its face yet. Then he heard it. A roar that could only have come from the same beast he and Erik had heard at the start of this battle.

The roof

Giselle was mowing down soldiers left and right, allowing the team to exert less force then they would have needed to had she allowed Scott to blast the thing out of the sky when Peter grabbed her, breaking her connection to the pilot. She turned and yelled, "What are you doing," when she saw it. A beast that looked like a geneticists experiment gone wrong was falling from the sky, claws drawn, heading straight for them. Scott blasted it, and it lost its balance, but landed on the roof with them.

"Head inside, get her out of here," Peter yelled as he changed to his steel form, pushing her behind him. Scott ran to the door grabbing Giselle's arm and dragging her with him. Once they were safely inside with the door closed, Peter turned to face the creature.

"It's only you and I, tovarishch," he said and the beast charged him. Julius attempted to beat the crap out of Colossus, but the Russian had other plans. They went toe to toe for what seemed like forever, and Colossus proved to be a more than worthy adversary for the shape-shifter.

"It's about time I fought someone who could handle a fight with me," Julius said, punching Colossus in the face causing him to stumble backwards a few steps. Colossus regained his balance and sent a right hook at the beast who dodged it and countered with an uppercut to the jaw. Peter's head jerked up from the hit, but he quickly recovered and brought his fists up over his head, and then down onto the monster's skull. The animal collapsed instantly.

Inside the Tower

"What was that thing," Scott yelled at Giselle. Apparently she was the Encyclopedia Britannica when it came to what The Agency had sent after her.

"I have no idea," she replied as they ran down the stairs. The heard the blades from the chopper beating, and seconds later, it crashed into the floor below them, revealing a huge hole and causing an explosion that seared their uniforms. At that moment, Scott had grabbed Giselle, and shielded her with his body. After the dust had cleared, Scott was unconscious and Giselle's head was swimming. She looked at him and saw he wasn't breathing. She administered CPR and mouth to mouth. After a minute that dragged on forever, he came to and a wave of relief washed over her. He was a dick and all, but she didn't need his blood on her hands. They went in the nearest door, and were met with the sight of Daken running down the hall.

The Brig, moments earlier

Daken heard the blades of the helicopter and could tell it was coming nearer. Right on time, he thought as the chopper collided into the building, ripping a huge hole in the side of the tower, exposing the hallway just beyond the door to the brig. Several of the cells had been destroyed and his was one of them. He was buried under the rubble and could tell that he had some broken ribs and a broken leg. He began to dig himself out, feeling his ribs snap back into place and heal as he did so. When he finally was free of the rubble, he leg was still in bad shape, but he was able to limp around the destroyed cells until he finally got to the hallway. He followed it and came to some stairs, he climbed the stairs, and tested out his leg. It was in perfect shape now. He began to run down the hallway, and passed a door to the stairwell. As he turned the corner he heard it open and then it hit him. He was halfway down the hall when he caught her scent. The same glorious mixture as before, but now with sweat, singed leather, and smoke added, giving her an even more irresistible scent than ever.

Daken turned and saw that she wasn't alone however, she had the uptight leader of his father's team with her.

"Get out of here," Scott yelled at Giselle as Daken charged them, avoiding the concussive beams that Cyclops sent at him, and when he was close enough, he circled behind the mutant leader and knocked him unconscious from behind. Giselle had run into a room for cover as Scott had ordered her to when Daken was charging them. Daken snickered and entered the room. Her scent was everywhere. He was in a lab of some sort, most likely where the big blue guy did his work. Daken wondered where that guy was for a second when Giselle jumped out from behind the work table in the middle of the room, throwing hydrochloric acid in his face. Daken smiled, and as his healing factor kicked in and began to knit his tissues and skin back together, he grabbed her.

"It's just you and me know, Bijin beauty," he said before knocking her unconscious.

So that's Chapter Five. I hope you guys like it! Please let me know, as you have been doing so far (thank you my_time_is_now, imaninja, and Shayera Jordan), what you think about this chapter and any suggestions you may have about where to take the next one.

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Nahla Lebeau