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X Chapter 2 X

"Watch out…now!" Bobby yelled, lunging and slashing with his slender sword at a person who instantly and expertly blocked. Bobby grumbled under his breath while Scott openly smirked. Logan was leaning against a tree, looking like he was completely bored, and John was polishing his blade.

"Bobby, you're going to have to try harder to defeat that 'guard'," Scott yawned, twirling his pistol around between his fingers, and firing it another 'guard' who instinctively blocked it with a shield. "These are getting boring."

"You want to make the level higher to 'attack and defend'?" John questioned, feeling bored himself.

"Why not?" Scott replied. John pushed a button and immediately, they were sent to a beach setting. There was an army waiting in ambush and they looked all strong and fit to put up a good fight.

"Uh…John, did you press 'expert skill'?" Bobby gulped, stepping back when the leader of the army stepped forward. John looked at the buttons he had pressed.

"Oh…" John muttered, realizing his mistake. Logan glared at him.

"We have to fight through," he pointed out harshly. Logan raised his long dagger and attacked, with Bobby and Scott following. John grumbled under his breath but followed his friends to the suicide mission.

Before Logan was hit in the shoulder with an unexpected slash, the scene switched back to the training room they were in before. A tall girl with blood-red hair was glaring at them with fury in her golden eyes.

"Thanks for saving our butts!" Bobby cut in before the girl could say a word. The girl glared at him then faced Logan.

"Are you serious? Working on the expert level skill?" she spat at him. Logan glared back at her, but didn't say anything.

"Hey, it wasn't his fault," Scott tried to cut the girl off. "It was John's." John gaped and mentally reminded himself to kill Scott later. The girl was called Raven, and she was the closest person the Ice-types had to a friend. But she was fierce, unpredictable, and one word to describe her was 'stormy'. She was a loner, and she never fought with anyone. Raven hesitated for a minute, and John was afraid she'd strike out and hit him dead at that moment but she merely sighed instead.

"You know how important you guys are to this association," Raven murmured, her eyes looking sad and wistful. "The Assassins can't exist without you. If you die or leave, and if you leave and we don't kill you, then this association will fall." Her voice suddenly broke. "You know you guys need to be more careful! You have to!"

The boys looked surprised at Raven's outburst. She was usually composed and fierce, but now she was broken down and crying.

"It's not like we were planning a suicidal mission or something," Logan sighed.

"I know, but just be careful," Raven snapped, rubbing her eyes. "This new mission isn't going to be as easy as sneaking into a gym and killing a defenceless, idiotic girl like Amariah. This is a race." The boys exchanged shocked and confused looks. A race? This news was new to them.

"A…race?" Scott finally managed to say. Raven nodded.

"We're against the 'Protectors'," Raven said, sounding like she would rather curse the name. "They want to 'protect' the girls and will kill you to do that."

"What an anti-change," Logan muttered. Raven nodded.

"The Commander told me to tell you this: there's more than four of them stationed out there," she said seriously. "There's close to twenty, and they're all trained as well as two of you. They'll do anything to kill you and there would probably be five trained on you each minute of the day, even when you're asleep. So be on your watch."

"This is ridiculous," John growled. "The Assassins are being assassinated! How stupid is that?" Raven shrugged.

"That's what the Commander told me to tell you. Oh, yes, and I have some extra information that might weaken the girls and keep them off their guard," Victoria told them teasingly. "Of course, if you don't want it…"

"Of course we want it!" Bobby exclaimed. Raven laughed.

"Okay, so which one of you have the girl named Jean?" she asked.

"I do," Scott said.

"Okay, so Jean won't pay attention if you try to hit on her." Scott stared in shocked disbelief as the rest of the boys snickered. "Her weakness is injured people, so if you get hurt, she'll help you with real sympathy. Leaf has the indifference of a Grass-type, so you have to be an insistent Bug-type."

"That's good to know," Scott mumbled, putting a mental note in his mind.

"Kitty loves romance," Raven continued. "She's up for any type of challenge and if you challenge her you have to be fast." Bobby grinned.

"That's easy," he declared. The boys rolled their eyes.

"Kitty also has a love for anything cute and she's also afraid of Bugs. So she's the fire, actually, and you have to be the Water-type to calm her and soothe her."

"I knew that," Bobby nodded. Raven rolled her eyes.

"Rouge isn't easy to catch either," Raven went on. "If you challenge her in a teasing or mocking way, she'll rise up to the challenge and most likely will explode. Rouge's a Fire-type so whoever has her has to be cool and calming like a Grass-type."

"Isn't Grass weak to Fire, though?" John asked.

"Don't take it seriously!" Raven growled. "Just the personalities." Then she turned to Logan. "You have Ororo, right?" He nodded. "Okay. So, she's a happy, stormy type. An antidote for your coldness," she added under her breath. "So you'll attract her attention just by being…you. Tease her a little to get her riled up but not too much or she'll probably attack you until the 'Protectors' don't have to do their job for you." Logan rolled his eyes. "I'm serious!" Raven protested.

"Whatever," Logan dismissed. "That's enough information. Let's get ready." Raven looked once at them.

"Be careful" was all she said as she turned and walked out of the room, her hands twisting her long purple gown agitatedly.

X

"What weapons are you going to bring?" Bobby asked curiously to Scott, who was still packing.

"I'm bringing my weapons will be a rifle, shotgun, knife, dagger, sword, and my normal pistol. You?" Scott questioned.

"I'm bringing my handgun, sword, spear, and dagger."

"What weapons are you bringing, John?" Bobby asked.

"It doesn't matter," he replied. Hefting his bag, he nodded at Logan. "Let's go." Logan nodded and picked up his own grey backpack.

"C'mon," he said, and walked out of the base toward the helicopter that would bring them to the school.

"What's the school called?" Bobby said curiously.

"It's called 'Xavier High'," John replied.

"Isn't that the name of the headmaster.," Scott muttered. Logan said nothing but boarded the silver helicopter. John followed and Scott and Bobby climbed in soon afterwards. They each had only one bag and were dressed like they normally were. Their bags contained their weapons, changes of clothes, and other objects that would help them during the assassination. In each of their pockets they each had a communicating device that had a screen and clipped to their belt. A slight vibration alerted Logan that someone was contacting him. He pulled it out and looked to see who it was. Mystique.

He pushed the 'accept call' button and her face appeared on the screen. His face probably appeared on Raven's device as well.

"What is it?" he snapped. Raven rolled her eyes.

"Geez, just offering some information that might just prove useful to you!" she grumbled. "But nooo, you just have to go and snap at me…"

"Raven!" Logan growled. She sighed.

"Okay, geez, whatever, Logan," she grumbled once more. "Okay, so the 'Protectors' don't know who the heck you are. They're going to have to try and find information, but don't let them know you are the Assassins. But don't try to plant false leads; that will make them suspicious. And also…well, you know how you said you'd never fall for a girl, much less these girls?" Logan glared at her. Victoria took that as a signal to keep going. "But these are the best girls in the entire country. They're beautiful, amazing, and charming. If you're not guarding your heart carefully, you'll fall for them, like every boy has before you."

"I'm not going to fall for these girls," Logan snarled. "Never." Raven shrugged.

"Whatever you say," she replied back. "Last bit of information: it almost always rains there, so it's almost always dark."

"Great why wasn't it called Darkstone High," John joked, a smirk crossing his face.

"Right." Raven looked unsettled for a second. "I'm on a mission too, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to talk to you again." That caught the boys' attention.

"Why not?" Bobby demanded.

"This mission is hard. I have to kill off the bodyguards of this famous person, and since I work alone, it's pretty much a suicide mission."

"What? Why did the Commander tell you to do it?" Scott shouted. Raven shrugged again.

"I'm not sure. But I'm calling to say goodbye. So…well, goodbye, I suppose, and good luck." Then she winked at Logan. "If you fall for Ororo, I wish you luck!" Logan glared at her before the screen turned blank again. Before his friends could say a word, the pilot called out a warning.

"Get ready, we're about to enter some turbulence. I repeat, get ready, we're about to enter some turbulence."

Rain suddenly pounded against the vehicle and thunder boomed as lightning flashed.

"Why the sudden storm?" Bobby complained. No one answered but instead held on to the side. After a gust of wind suddenly knocked the helicopter sideways, the boys went sprawling.

"They call this some turbulence?" John exclaimed, falling over again.

"This is getting annoying," Logan grumbled, standing up shakily and gripping the bar at the side of the vehicle tightly for the fifth time.

"When will we get out of the turbulence?" Scott called to the pilot, clinging onto the handle for dear life. He wasn't complaining, he was asking…agitatedly.

"In a minute. Wait a second…" The pilot looked ahead. "Now!" In a second, they were out of the gust and suddenly shot forward and higher because of the sudden disappearance of the pressure.

"You think there'll be any fan girls?" John asked, just to make a conversation.

"Maybe," Scott shrugged. Rain spattered on the helicopter's roof and a strike of lightning slashed dangerously near them and he shuddered. But then he squinted his eyes. The lightning had produced a flash of light and he had made out a silhouette of a girl standing against a tree. In the brief moment, he had seen long, flowing red hair that waved quickly in the wind, snapping back and forth. As the wind had died, it flowed carefully over her shoulders and down to her knees. Crystal tears were slipping down her face as she cried. Rain ran down her body, which was covered by a black strapless dress that was tight-fitting and reached to her ankles, spreading out in a flare from her hips out. A single white camellia was at her feet.

"So, remember what you need to do," the pilot told them.

"Whatever," John dismissed, walking out with his bag slung over his shoulder. Rain drummed around him as he put up an umbrella, unwilling to let his hair get wet. Logan strode alongside him but not underneath the umbrella, not caring that his hair was soaked along with his clothes and bag. Bobby pulled on his hood and Scott put up another umbrella.

"So you must be the new students, huh?" the headmaster of the school called from the doorway. John remembered his name being Professor Xavier.

"Yes," Logan replied.

"Come along then," Xavier said, and led them to the dark grey dormitory versus the dark blue one.

"The dark blue one is for the girls, isn't it?" Scott asked.

"That's right," Xavier said, his turquoise eyes turning warmer.

"Professor? Can I please have an autograph?" a girl raced over to the headmaster, who looked at them with nothing about him that looked like he was bothered. The girl looked at the boys and immediately started squealing, alerting all the other boys and girls around them.

"Kill me now," Bobby muttered. Scott elbowed him; it was their favourite joke and exasperation expression but now wasn't the time. The girl who had asked Wallace for an autograph looked with adoration at John, who stepped back, bumping into Logan, who immediately glared furiously at his friend as he was knocked out of balance. John fell back too and a girl's arm shot forward, grabbing his shoulder before he fell. Another girl had stopped Logan from falling as well. A girl dispersed the crowd by yelling at them and they disappeared, carrying the Headmaster along with them.

"Room 205 and 206!" Xavier called before disappearing in the midst of fan girls.

"Are you guys okay?" a red-head asked them, her green eyes worried as she bent over Scott, who had also been knocked down with the flood of fan girls. Scott felt a drip of…rainwater fall onto his shirt from the girl's soaked brown hair. He also realized a rather wet white camellia was in her hair, entwined within the hastily done damp braids. The girl that had been yelling at the other girls helped Bobby up.

"I didn't expect you guys to be so famous at first sight," the brunette with a white streak that had helped John laughed. She had a red tank-top and light jeans on. Her brown eyes were shining with amusement. "I'm Rogue D'Ancanto." John sucked in a sudden breath and started choking. He recovered nearly as quickly.

"I'm John Allerdyce. Nice to meet you, Miss D'ancanto," he said, extending a hand. This is the girl I'm going to kill…

"Oh, nice to meet you too," Rogue said, giggling a little. "And please, just call me Rogue."

"Whatever, Rouge," John said, flicking his hair. "Are you guys fan girls as well but more desperate than the other ones?" Rogue's personality changed from sweet to furious and John smirked.

"WE ARE NOT FAN GIRLS!" Rogue roared, and the girl who helped Bobby up held her friend back from attacking. The white haired girl, who had helped Logan, and the red-head, who had asked Scott if he was all right, looked amused.

"I'm Ororo Munroe," the white-haired girl introduced herself. "This is Jean Grey and that girl over there is Katherine Pryde. Just call us Ororo, Jean, and Kitty."

"Ororo?" Logan smirked. Ororo suddenly glared at him.

"Is there a problem with that name?" she growled.

"Nothing, except it's a pathetic name." Logan didn't miss the furious look she shot him and smirked even wider. It would be amusing to toy around for her and then end her life swiftly. He wondered idly if he would meet another victim who would be as amusing as this troublesome and annoying girl.

"Hm. Well, I'm tired, so I think I'll sleep now," Bobby told Misty cheerfully. "Nice to meet you girls. See ya tomorrow." Then he turned to the rest of the Ice-types and grinned. "I think it's safe to say that these girls are the Fire-types!" Scott immediately choked and Logan and John glared at the dense-headed boy.

What is the one thing that ice cannot stand against

Is a blazing fire Of love and truth

"We'll be going. Meet us tomorrow at the cafeteria, okay?" Jean suggested. "Then maybe we can show you around if our home room teachers lets us."

"Oh yeah, who's our home room teacher?" Scott asked Logan, who held the sheet of paper in his hands. Logan looked at the paper.

"Someone named…Mr Hank McCoy?" The girls shot looks at each other and grinned, amused.

"Mr McCoy," Kitty began, "is a really fun teacher. He's Ororo and Jeans Home-room teacher, apparently people say he's pretty boisterous he's not really."

The girls looked at each other and grinned. Rogue decided to break the silence and chirped. "He's really funny!"

"He sounds like a ball of fun," John muttered. Ororo half-smiled at that.

"Mr McCoy isn't usually described as 'a ball'," she told him in a soft tone; Logan could tell that she didn't usually like to yell or talk commandingly, like Mystique. "So who do you and, I'm sorry but I don't know the rest of your names." she said looking at John as she was saying this.

"Oh I'm Scott. This is Logan and Bobby." Scott said even though he was answering Ororo he couldn't take his eyes off of Jean.

"Pleasure," Jean responded. "So who is John's and Bobby's Home-room teacher then."

"Oh, Miss Moira MacTaggert?" Bobby answered.

Kitty grinned and turned to Rogue.

"Oh, that means your in our Home-room." Rogue said pointing at herself and Kitty.

The boys smirked at that; the Commander had probably arranged it.

"Well, that sure sounds fun," John said, fake-yawning for effect. "I think we'll turn in now. See ya."

"Bye, guys." Ororo smiled lightly, waving at them as she turned and headed back toward the girls' dorm.

X

John, Logan, Bobby, and Scott entered their rooms. They found out that the two rooms were interconnected by a door that they kept open. In each room were two beds at the back, each by the wall. The heads of the sleeping platforms were against the walls. The beds had white mattresses that Bobby observed were made of feathers, and they had two white pillows that were also filled with the same material. Two white blankets lay in a neat, folded pile at the foot of the mattress. The carpet was dark blue, soft and pleasing to the bare feet, and the walls were a light green and white. At the middle of the back wall was a sliding door that led out to a curved balcony that was shared with the other boys' room, which had an oval-shaped rug that was a pale blue colour, two deck chairs with orange material and light turquoise pillows. A pot of soil, ready to have seeds planted in it, was at the side that was conveniently on the side of John's room. John vowed to himself that he would find away to get rid of the plant pot later. There was a small version of a living room with a T.V. and two dark blue couches perpendicular to the other and an ornate glass and mahogany coffee table, along with a kitchenette with a table so the people could eat inside their rooms if they so wished. There were two closets and a bathroom per room, with a cupboard in the kitchenette that contained all sorts of games to play in case they were bored, with notebooks and sketchbooks as well.

Scott and Bobby shared a room while Logan and John shared the other. They unpacked quickly and all four of the boys took a quick shower. When they were done, they had gone into Bobby and Scott's room and were in the bedroom. They had, of course, ingeniously hidden their weapons out of sight.

"I suggest we toy around with these girls for a while," John said with a smirk. "It's not every day we get a mission to kill such pretty young ladies."

"Gross, John, you made it sound like we were paedophiles," Scott said in disgust, elbowing the boy, who glared in response.

"He has a point though," Bobby pointed out. "We should see if we can make 'em fall for us, and play with 'em a bit!"

"That does sound like fun," Logan agreed, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall and looking at the games on a shelf. "How about a game." Logan sighed.

Just then a ringing in Scott's communication device stopped them. As he looked at it, he mouthed, Mystique and picked it up.

"What is it, Raven?" he asked. As her face flashed on screen, they saw that her eyes were troubled and filled with grief.

"What's wrong?" Bobby demanded at once. Raven opened her mouth to speak…

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