A/N: Sorry for the late update, writer's block and classes. Anyways I do not own X-Men, just my OC and the plot for this story. Please Read and Review, reviews are most appreciated. -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)
Chapter 12
Three days later, the earth-puppeteer and thief were sitting outside an ice cream shop, it was a glorious sunny day with hardly a cloud in the sky, and for once they were not being hounded by Stryker's henchmen.
"I don't like this." Remy muttered as they sat at the picnic table. His diamond headed staff leaning against the edge of the aged wood, his ice cream cone clenched in his hand.
"What does your ice cream taste bad?" Ivy asked, licking her melting bits of Reese's Chunk.
The Cajun smirked. "Ivy, ice cream can never taste bad." He bite a huge glob of his Cookie Dough just to prove it. "It's the fact that we haven't seen hide or tail of any of Stryker's pets."
"C'est une bonne chose, -it is a good thing-" Ivy smiled and licked more of her ice cream up.
"Good things, will never last long when you're with me." Remy said, and Ivy frowned.
"You are the best, good thing, that has happened for me in a long time." She replied quietly.
"Ivy…" Remy could not believe what was hearing, that is outside the bedroom with some random woman.
"I mean it." She said, looking up at him, her ice cream beginning to drip down on to her slender fingers. "Because of you, I am not alone." She licked away more of ice cream and tried to wipe off the remains that were on fingers, onto a napkin, only leaving them sticky. After, she lightly let her fingers sneak toward his own, as their fingertips brushed against each other. "Because of you, I am safe."
"I wouldn't exactly, call runnin' for your life everyday safe." Remy pointed out, finishing his cone.
"Yeah, but with you, I feel safe." His fingers now gripped hers, as she said it, and her face burned red.
"That is very good to know." The Cajun said with a pleased smirk, before gathering up their leftover napkins and water bottles to toss them in the garbage, while Ivy headed into toward the outside girl's restroom near the park. The joyful laughter of children could be heard, along with the creaking of swing set chains, and the yelling of cautions from mothers, and some fathers. It made Ivy smile, as she finished soaping and rinsing her hands off, as she made her out of the restroom.
Of course the paper towel dispenser was out, so she wiped her hands roughly on her jeans to dry them. Panic rising in her chest, her dark rose pink eyes became like that of a cat's, into thin slits, as tiny sparkling diamond-shapes of living earth came into view, and slender almost invisible strings connected to the earth from her fingertips.
Pulling upward and a little and back, the earth, nearly all cement shot up in front of her as a huge wall, barely stopping from whatever splattered against it. It sounded like a bubble popping, a big one, and water splashed against the surface. But water was not supposed to eat away at earth like acid.
The Earth-puppeteer turned on her Velcro-strapped sandaled heel and bolted onto the grass, she was safe here and hopefully had more of an advantage against her attacker. Smiling a little in relief, the Cajun in her sights as she continued to run, her attacker behind her. But her attacker was not running, as odd as it sounded, her attacker sounded more like it was hopping sort of, more then running.
Ivy did not dare to turn around to check, as she kept her pace, stumbling as a bubble burst near her heel, but she quickly connected herself with grass below her feet, and was able to pitch herself into the air, and twist her body enough to avoid a second assault bubble.
She twisted her fingers in several fast motions, leaving Stryker's newly recruited hunter, trapped in a tight knit sphere with only her head barely showing through the mass of grass.
Ivy's attacker was female, surprising as it was. With long auburn hair, and aquamarine eyes that were more frightened and panicky, then angry that she had been caught red-handed, or rather web handed, her webbed fingers showing through some of the slits in the grass sphere. Ivy sighed, her attacker was a fellow mutant.
Before her attacker could struggle for release, Ivy turned and began running again, she had to get back to Remy, and the sound of sizzling acid coming from the other female mutants pale green frog-like skin meaning she did not have a lot of time.
"Remy!" She called out to him, the Cajun was leaning against the car waiting for her. Then everything seemed to slow down, nearly in slow motion. Sabertooth lunged out of the forest that surrounded the park, they had decided to recuperate at.
Ivy felt a rush of relief fill her lungs, as the Cajun turned around, staff in hand, and spun it in a large circular motion, hitting Sabertooth full force with a surge of kinetic energy, as he plowed into several trees. Ivy winced at the damage that was done to the foliage, but she felt the strings from her fingertips connecting with the sparkling diamonds of the slowly dying trees.
She tried desperately to encase the unconscious Sabertooth, but before she could even get a piece of bark to harden, a bubble came soaring through the air and nearly burned her fingers.
Her eyes became cat like slits once more, as instead of encasing the beast-like mutant, she manipulated the piece of bark into a spear, as Remy sent kinetic energy through the earth and Ivy wrapped the kinetic-warped grass on to the spear, as it sailed through the air, landing near the frog-girl mutant and exploding.
The Cajun grabbed Ivy's hand and began yanking her toward the car, at a sprint. Ivy struggled to keep up with him, as they tried to make their way back to the vehicle in one piece. The Earth-puppeteer turned to glance over her shoulder, Sabertooth had gotten back to his feet, and was smiling like a madman, the lust for their death or capture clear in his eyes.
Remy readied his staff as Sabertooth charged, and Ivy was able to gather many green still living pine needles connected to the strings from her fingertips. They aligned the air around her and the Cajun, like tiny battle-ready missiles.
A/N: Sorry if the chapter was short, I was running out of ideas and my brain was slowly going blank. Please review. -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)