So in this chapter, I'm going to bring in some new characters.
and just for a reference, I'm using the Team X from X-Men Origins: Wolverine, but the Jubilee from the cartoons.
After a quick headcount in the Blackbird, the X-Men had taken off north, where they assumed the escapees would be, according to Fury's description.
"How are we gonna find them? We have no idea what we're looking for." Jubilee asked Logan from behind quietly.
"I… don't know. I'm hopin' Jeannie will be able to sense that cybernetic mind he was talkin' 'bout." He answered, turning to face her and motioning to Jean. Jubilee nodded, but continued to stand there, as if wanting to say something more.
"Logan… what if-" but she was cut off by a huge explosion on the ground. Everyone rushed to a window to look down at the red mass of smoke coming out of a heavily wooded area.
"Vell, I'm gonna go ahead and guess zhat right down zhere vould be a good place to go ahead and look for zhem." Nightcrawler said, pointing down at where the explosion originated.
"I'm taking us down, sit down and get buckled." Storm said with her regal voice. Everyone nodded and did as told. Jubilee looked panicked as she sat down across from Wolverine.
"I feel like something really bad is about to happen." She said, as the population of the Blackbird was bounced about when the sleek ship came into contact with trees.
Soon they were landed in a small clearing in the trees, with a small layer of trees between them and where the smoke was still rising.
"Well, let's go. But remember, be careful, from what Fury said earlier, we can assume that the five of them are armed and, or dangerous." Storm said, leading the group into the small thicket of trees.
When they came out on the other side, they found themselves in front of a small house. It was in the middle of a bunch of trees, and by the looks of it, it was very old. Garbage was strewn across the front yard like a dump, and some kind of rotten smell emanated from the front porch. There were holes in the front walls of the house, as if someone took a gun to it, and there were random boards missing from the porch. In all, this place was a dump, and no one was really looking forward to going inside it.
"What are we doin' waitin' out here? Let's go inside." Gambit said, shuffling his deck of cards and stepping towards the door.
"Ah don't know, Cajun, we might wanna check de place out, first." Rogue said, eyeing the broken windows on the second story, until, "did you guys jus' dat? Someone was lookin' t'rough dat window, right dere!" Gambit exclaimed, pointing at one of them. Rogue rolled her eyes, saying, "well then, Ah guess we should go right in, since dey already know we' heah."
"Okay." And with that, the X-Men entered the small hovel, and found a one-room down stairs. There was no light besides the glow from behind the window curtains. All they could that was in the room was a staircase leading upstairs against the back wall. With the door propped opened about a quarter of the way, all of them stepped in, and stood next to the front wall, awaiting orders from Wolverine or Storm.
But before either of the two could get a word out, something silver came flying over their heads from the bottom of the staircase, and slammed into the door, closing it loudly. It was a knife, with a blade of about five inches, and it was now sticking out of the door at the hilt, the rest still embedded in the bland wood. After everyone realized this, their heads swerved to the bottom step of the stairs, where a young girl sat, probably in her late teens. They hadn't noticed her at first due to her long black hair and black trench coat she wore. She was staring at them with a cold glare, her dark blue eyes flashing in the dark.
"What are you doing here?" She asked coldly, standing up with the grace of a cat. Now that she was completely facing them, her paper-white skin glowed in the faint light from outside. When no one answered her question, as most of them were too stunned to, she removed her coat, revealing a spandex outfit made of a dark navy blue with red streaks down the sides. She had two straps going from each shoulder to the diagonal hip, making a black 'x' across her chest. She also had a strap around her waist, with a sword, several guns, and two knives sheathed in it. Two katana hilts stuck out above her shoulders.
"I said, what are you doing here?" She said, with a sting to her voice.
"Kassidy? What's going on down there?" a voice sounded from above, sounding as if the speaker were standing at the top step.
"Why don't you come see?" she snapped up at the speaker irritably. And so the person did. The boards of the steps creaked as he came down, and out from the shadows of the steps came a boy, about the girl's age. His long, wavy black hair bounced on his shoulders as his light teal eyes went over each and every one of the X-Men, as if he could read them like books.
"Oh." He said simply, shrugging and turning back to the steps so as to leave to do whatever she was going to do.
But then, she sniffed the air, like a hound sniffs the air as he recognizes a familiar scent. She looked around the walls, as if she could see through them to the outside. She sniffed again, and closed her eyes, concentrating.
Meanwhile, the X-Men looked at each other, silently agreeing that these people were nut-jobs. The girl's eyes snapped back open, and in a swift movement, she somehow threw all the X-Men against the back wall, probably using some kind of telekinetic power.
"Melinda!" She shouted up the stairs. Another teenager came running down, her black, plaited hair jumping about on her shoulders, curtaining her tan skin "make a shield up for…" she looked at the X-Men, "our guests." The girl looked at the now disgruntled group of mutant superheroes, tilting her head to one side, shrugged, and created a giant white and gray fluctuating wall of light around the X-Men. Now that they were thoroughly confused and trapped, Wolverine opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted when a big BOOM came from outside. All eyes were on the front door as it burst open, and in walked three men, one they recognized as Sabretooth, a black man with a cowboy hat and a beard, and an angry looking Asian man with two ridiculous looking guns sticking out of his pockets.
"Hilt, you are ta surrender ta us, before we have ta hurt chu." The black man said smoothly, holding his monster-sized gun with two hands, and patting it from underneath. The Asian man grinned, put his hands on the hilts of his guns, and said, "Or not surrender, and we can have some fun before we take you back to the lab, rewire your brain, and send you on some more missions. Your choice."