A/N:
NOTE: THIS IS THE SECOND UPDATE I'VE DONE TODAY! Back it up one chapter if you haven't already! I promise, the story is a lot better in the right order! :)
Yes, this scene takes place at the bar, after Victor got to Kayla. *just so you know*
No, Victor doesn't know Re is there.
No, I do not own X-Men.
"Excuse me, do you know where-" My voice froze as I recognized a scent, one that I thought I had left far behind me. Turning away from the innocent stranger drinking a beer at the table, I mumbled a quick thank you to the man before walking slowly up to the bar. A man dressed in all black sat by himself, an untouched glass close by. I bit back a growl.
"You're not from around here, are you?" the bartender asked the man. He looked up from the bar, where he had been carving a smiley face with his fingernail. The man laughed almost sinisterly to himself.
"What gave me away?" I clenched my fist, glaring at Victor's back.
The bartender's eyes shifted uneasily from one end of the bar to the other. My right hand went to my waist, an instinct I had rather had forgotten from my time on the team.
Suddenly, a voice rang from outside, still some distance away but loud enough that I could pick it up with my senses.
"Victor! Victor!" The man only chuckled, glancing back at the bartender.
"You got insurance on this place?"
"Insurance? No," the bartender swallowed. I could see in his eyes that he was finally hearing Logan's voice.
"Hmm… Too bad," Victor smiled darkly.
"Victor!" Logan shouted once more before he burst through the barn doors, shaking in anger.
"Well well well, look what the cat dragged in," Victor sneered, spinning around slowly to face his younger brother. I stuck to the shadows, determined to keep the humans safe.
"Guys, whatever this is, take it outside," the bartender ordered weakly. Logan clenched his fists, the claws slowly sliding out of his knuckles. At once, the civilians grabbed their stuff and ran for the nearest exit, only a few tripping on the way out. Logan waited for them to clear out before speaking again.
"Why?" he growled.
"Why?" Victor repeated, laughing darkly. "You don't call, you don't write… How else am I supposed to get your attention?" His claws lengthened and both men tensed to spring. I readied my own powers, still hidden in the shadows.
With a final growl, the two men lunged at each other. Just before they could collide in midair, I threw out a wall of energy, off of which they both ricocheted.
Landing awkwardly, Victor spat towards me.
"I thought I smelled you in here," he growled, narrowing his eyes at me. I kept my stare level with his, my senses picking up details in the air. Logan's surprise, Victor's irritation, and my own hesitation.
"James," I said quietly, getting his attention. "Is Kayla…"
"Gone," he growled back, glaring hard at Victor. I tensed, tasting the anticipation from both before releasing Logan and pushing Victor outside and away from the poor man's bar. I sent my mind out cautiously, unsure of how thick Victor's mental defenses.
And I walked into the perfect mental trap.
I let my mind wander into Victor's largely undefended mind. Just as I was accessing his most recent memories, a wall of something cold, hard, and metal closed around me, encasing me in a bubble tougher than steel. My consciousness screamed and kicked at the wall, attacking every way I knew how, but Victor only looked towards me with a smug grin on his face.
"Nice try, Tweetie," he smirked. I tried returning to myself, tried to move my body, but was unable. I was able to see and hear but frozen, motionless. I saw Logan move to defend me and get clawed for his trouble. Victor pushed Logan down, walking to me determinedly. I was powerless as he raised his clawed hand to my left shoulder, ripping into my muscle like it wasn't even there as his hand traveled in an arc towards my heart. He lifted his hand just as Logan came behind him, shoving his claws into his brother's lower back and pulling him away from me.
The two continued to fight as if I weren't there, which was almost true.
The brothers leapt across rows of logs, just ready to be loaded onto trucks, and parried blow for blow until the younger slipped up. Victor grabbed him by the shirt, his claws sinking deep into Logan's chest, and lifted him before throwing him into the arms of a forklift, smashing his head against the dirtied metal.
Logan attempted to stand, groaning in pain all the while.
"I hate to say it, Jimmy," Victor began, using his brother's hated nickname, "but frankly I'm a little disappointed." Logan began to rise to his feet. "Stay down."
But he didn't. Logan stood again, lunging forward. He had the advantage for a few swings, but then Victor grabbed his arm and whirled him around, digging his nails deep into Logan's shoulder while Logan thrust his claws into Victor's chest.
Just when it looked like Logan would release him in favor of another attack, Victor pushed Logan back. Now on defense, Logan pulled Victor's hand away from him, throwing the older mutant onto the pile of logs behind him.
Victor, taking his advantage, kicked one of the posts holding the logs up and together, causing them to tumble down straight onto Logan, seemingly crushing him. Still in his mind, I screamed as loudly as I could. Victor only twitched his head towards me before jumping down to the ground below.
He hauled Logan out from under the logs and pushed him against the pile still standing, his face set in a sneer.
"Tell me something, Jimmy, was she worth it?" A truck approached and Victor tightened his grip before throwing Logan up and onto the windshield of the truck. He hit the glass and kept going, bouncing with a resounding crack on the lumber and back onto the train tracks below. Victor sneered as he approached.
"When are you gonna figure it out? We're not like them."
"I am nothing like you," Logan said, breathing heavily as he stared up at his brother. Victor only smiled.
"Sure you are. You just don't know it yet," he promised. Then he brought his foot up, slamming it onto the claws protruding from Logan's left hand. The bones snapped off easily and Logan yelled in pain.
Victor walked out of sight into the darkness and I regained use of my body. And, instead of doing anything useful, I lost my balance and fell into the mud as I noticed that I was still bleeding…
A/N:
*insert dramatic music here*
Re does have a healing factor but it isn't as strong as Logan's or Victor's. It takes a good amount of time to heal from bad injuries but there is no lasting damage if she has enough time to heal.
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