*The X-men and their world belong to Marvel
So the characters in this story are a little moved around, as you've probably noticed. I've pretty much taken my favourite versions of X-men and Brotherhood characters and put them where I wanted. This really isn't based on a certain comic series, just my own screwed up mind doing whatever I want
Another two days past in this base and I was becoming more and more anxious. Every bang or crash I heard, I expected the X-men to come crashing in and save us. I looked more often at the sky.
Like at the moment I was sitting on a wall close to the training arena and gazing up at the clear empty sky and wondering what was the dely. To keep whatever sanity I had left, I tried to think up excuses for why they haven't come yet. It kept me from thinking that they weren't ever going to come.
"You've got to stop acting like this." A quiet voice said behind me.
At the sound of his voice I nearly fell off the wall. Spinning around, I recognized Bryan, the mutant soldier who was probably the only person on my side in this entire base. I grinned sheepishly for a welcome.
"What do you mean?" I asked, turning completely and sitting cross-legged on the wall so I could look at him better.
"You're going to have to stop being so jumpy. And you should try to limit the times you look at the sky." Bryan warned me. "I'm not sure if the officials of the base have noticed yet but I doubt it'll help your friends if they think something's up."
I nodded in acknowledgement but didn't say anything. I knew that I should try to act like everything was normal, but it was very hard.
"So I've been wondering," Bryan leaned against the wall beside me. We haven't talked at all and tried to avoid eye contact in public areas. People might get suspicious to why we were suddenly so friendly. The norm for soldiers that I've beaten in training is to ignore and avoid me completely.
I looked around, making Bryan laugh.
"I've already checked, there's no one around and they don't bother putting cameras up this close to the arena because they usually get broken before doing much good." He reassured.
"Good. So you were saying?"
"Well, its about the other day when you knocked me out. I didn't have any bruised in the usual areas and I didn't wake up with any pain. How did you do it?" He asked.
"Oh I used my powers." I explained. "I'm a telepath, so I just suggested that your body take a very deep long nap. Thought it would save the trouble of the pain from physically knocking you out."
Bryan's face changed for a second, going from calm to fearful when I mentioned what my mutation was. But I get that a lot. Telepaths are feared by others because they can take away your privacy, your thoughts, memories. They can meddle with your mind to a point where you're a drooling vegetable. Its scary that someone can have the power to harm you so much without even touching you.
But it quickly went back. I guess he realised that I couldn't help being a telepath and that as long as he was on my side I wouldn't use it against him.
"So they actually let you keep those powers?" He asked in surprise. "They only let me use my pyrotechnic powers during training or missions, the rest of the time they block them."
"Er," I stalled hesitantly. "I, um, sort of been breaking through their barriers. Not enough to get out, but enough that I can do little things like that. I've been sort of saving it though, so I'll have more to use when the X-men come."
Bryan looked at me in fear and awe again, not sure what to make of my power.
To change the subject, I said, "So is your sister a mutant too?"
"Yeah," Bryan answered. "Her voice is her mutation. She can mimic anyone and if she uses her power she can make people do things by telling them. I called her Screech at home. You see, she had this really amazing singing voice, not even mimicking famous singers. But since I was her brother, I couldn't encourage her so I called her Screech every time she sang."
He smiled back at the thoughts of his sister. I knew what he meant, and I could see how much he cared about his little sister. I feel, felt I guess, the same way about my siblings. My little brother could be annoying, but he could also be so funny and sweet. Rebecca, my older sister, could act snobby and act like she wanted nothing to do with her nerdy little sister when her friends were around, but when we were alone, we could talk about anything and make each other smile.
"But I never told her how I really felt," Bryan's voice interrupted my memories. "I never told her how amazing I thought she was or how much I cared about her. Their using and hurting her because of me."
"I understand," I said softly, putting my hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him.
He looked at me in surprise, "How could you understand?"
"Because Creed killed my brother and sister, my entire family, to get to me." I said, meeting his eyes.
"I'm sorry."
"Not your fault, its his." I said gruffly while thinking and mine.
We sat there in an awkward silence for awhile before Bryan stood up and said, "I have to go to training now."
I nodded, " 'Kay, I'll try to act more normal. Thanks for the warning."
Watching him walk away, I though, Don't worry Bryan, we'll save your sister. She won't have to die like my siblings did. With or without the X-men, she'll be freed.
xXx
"You know what have been good?" Wolverine snarled from the pilots seat. "If yah actually got one of the terrorists that knew where the hell this place was!"
"Sorry if I don't have the exact location of the secret base! But they usually try to keep the location, I dunno, a secret?" Lance replied sulkily from his seat behind Wolverine.
"Lets everyone just calm down, take a deep bre-" Bobby tried to say, but was cut off by Lance and Logan.
"Shut up!" They yelled together.
I kept to my seat at the back of the X-jet. Everyone was pretty testy by the third day of flying, but I might have been the worst. I was ready to tear a hole in the jet and jump out to search for the base on my own.
"Um, guys?" Robert said looking down at the controls. It was his turn to be the co-pilot, but he was still unsure of how to do the job because he had only a few training sessions with the X-jet. "There's, uh, some kind of green thing on this thing, coming towards another thing."
He looked around for help, hoping that someone would be able to translate.
"What?" Logan barked at the teenage boy, making him even more nervous.
"There's two things and one of the things is coming up behind the other!" Robert was practically hyperventilating now.
Rahn come up behind her friend to see what he was talking about. Her face paled before she shouted. "We've got company! Another jet coming up at seven o'clock!"
Kitty, who had the most experience in the jet other than Wolverine sprinted up to the cockpit and practically threw Robert out of the seat. Pulling on a head set, she turned around and bellowed (something very unKitty like) at the rest of us. "Everyone back to your seats and buckle up! We have no idea who these guys are, so prepare for some turbulence."
"Oh God, I hate flying!" Lance moaned, putting his head in between his knees.
"Okay, this is weird." She looked over to Wolverine. "The other vessel comes up as a green dot, saying its friendly."
I was now right behind Kitty, looking on.
"What?" Robert asked.
"Okay, unknown planes come up on the radar as yellow. If the plane's encountered an enemy plane before, that plan will come up as red. And a green dot means-" Kitty explained.
"The jet knows them and their friendly."
"Right."
The smaller green dot was now at three o'clock, right beside the jet. Flying at a distance not to distrubt the other plane, but close enough that from the cockpit of one plane you could look into the other.
"I wouldn't exactly call that friendly." Bobby gulped as he saw who was flying the smaller jet.
From the other jet cockpit, we could see the X-men, our teachers, glaring back at us. I could almost feel the heat off their stares. Cyclops, who was piloting the other jet looked straight at Wolverine and pointed down, commanding him to land the stolen/borrowed jet.
"We're gonna die!" Lance whimpered, "They are going to kill us!"
"Shut up!" Wolverine snarled at the boy before looking at me. "Well Petey, this is your mission. What do you want us to do?"
I thought for a moment. Months ago I would have done as the X-men said immediately. I wouldn't even have gone on this mission in the first place! But now, after all that's happened…and Shadow still needed my help…
I leaned in and looked over at the angry X-men then back at Wolverine.
"Give 'er shit."