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Deception	By : Lewainam Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Deception

Rated: NC-17

Summary: Alternate X-Men Universe: Ororo Munroe, assassin, is hired to kill Logan, (a.k.a. Wolverine) a former assassin and current member of the mutant team X-Men.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Marvel does. :( Though, I do like to have my fun with them. But it�s just fun, so don�t sue...please.

Feedback: Yes, that would be lovely.

Blue eyes search the flowing bodies in search of a certain man. The woman brushes her white, streaming hair out of her face and moves across the club. Moving between men and women who are moving with the pumping music and pressing provocatively against each other. The bright, pulsing lights making it hard for her to find who she is looking for.

She knows the man will be here. Somewhere in this place. She had followed him, knowing from who hired her that he is on some sort of assignment and staying at a high class hotel down the road a way. She knows he is a part of the mutants that call themselves X-Men. A group that supposedly wants Humans and Mutants to live together in harmony, but from her reports and information this man she�s looking for didn�t seem to be the type of guy to associate with people such as that.

�Hey there,� comes a voice beside her and an unwanted hand moves against her thigh. She looks over sharply as a tall man with brown hair presses his body against hers. She smiles slightly at him and he returns it. He�s a good-looking man; nice dark eyes and a lovely smile but not the man�s she�s looking for. �What�s your name?� he asks, his voice charming enough to match his smile.

�Unfortunately for you, none of your business,� she says, running a hand down the side of his face. His smile widens and he nods, laughing.

�Alright then,� he says then turns away from her, moving on to try his luck with other women. She shakes her head at him and moves on, her sharp eyes searching.

The man she is looking for had been described over and over in great detail to her, and then she had been shown many photos of him. Making certain that she would remember what he looked like so she wouldn�t make a mistake and get the wrong guy.

Then sitting at the bar she catches sight of a man at the bar with wild, dark hair. She moves closer to inspect him. He is wearing a black t-shirt that doesn�t leave much to a woman�s imagination. It is tight and showing off the powerfusclescles of his shoulders and back. Dark blue jeans with boot cuts at the ankles. And black boots resting on the bar of the stool. He dresses a lot like the guy she�s looking for.

She watches as he turns around on the stool, beer in hand and a confident grin on his face as he watches the people dancing in front of him. He leans back, resting his elbows against the bar. He has sideburns down the side of his face that wrap down his jaw and short stubble on his chin. Looking as if he hadn�t shaven in days, but not giving him an un-kept look. Just rough. Dark eyebrows covering sharp eyes. She can�t see what color they are from here. But so far he looks like he�s the guy.

�Showtime,� she mutters and saunters toward him. She watches his eyes move up to watch her walk nearer as she approaches. His grin grows slightly and his eyes hold a mischievous light.

�Well, well, well,� he says in a deep, rough voice.

She steps in front of him, eyes slowly roaming up his body, starting at his knees protruding out in front of him. He doesn�t miss the action and lets his eyes roam up and down her body in return. She doesn�t mind it that much, knowing she doesn�t have anything to be ashamed of. Knowing that he will enjoy the sight, and that is what she wants anyway.

�You�re a bold one aren�t ya?� he asks, tipping his head back to take a swig of his beer, but keeping his eyes tilted to watch her the entire time. They are a light color, most probably gray, which is what she is looking for. He has to be the man. He smiles at her, showing smooth, sharp white teeth.

She shrugs and tilts her head, giving him a small smile. �You don�t want my company?� she asks, letting her hands come to rest on his knees. His eyes shift quickly to her hands then back up to her face. The man rolls his tongue across the top of his teeth as he studies her.

�Now, I didn�t say that,� he says.

�Good,� she says smoothly, moving closer to allow his knees to touch her hips. Her hands slithering upward on his thigh slightly.

�What�s your name, darlin�?� he asks, still reclining back on the stool, his eyes moving around quickly to look at different parts of her body. She has to strain her ears to hear his low voice in the thundering music but she does hear him.

�You can call me Storm,� she purrs and rocks her hips to the music being played. Inching herself closer to him and rubbing against the sides of his knees. �And what�s yours?� she asks, leaning closer as she says it in an act trying to make it easier for him to hear her. Though she knows he can easily hear her anyway. She was also informed of his abilities.

He is a mutant just like her. That fact makes her frown slightly. She never liked working against other mutants, it felt like she was pushing her cause back a step, but she was told that this man was a danger and needed to be stopped. And he didn�t seem the type to fight for mutant rights or in any cause. She was told that he was a danger.

He smiles at her and one of his hands falls away from the counter to rest against her hip. His fingers softly caressing the bare skin of her upper hip.

�You can call me Logan,� he answers and she smiles brilliantly. Yes, this is the guy. She leans closer, her breasts just touching his chest and her hips fitting snugly between his thighs. His eyes shift down to the gracious amount of her cleavage showing.

�You are built well, aren�t you?� she whispers, her hands squeezing softly on his upper thighs. She feels the extremely powerful muscles tense under her fingers.

Logan chuckles and asks, �Buy you a drink?�

Storm takes notice of his slightly deeper breaths and the hungry look in his eyes as he watches her. The perfect effect she had been looking for.

She nods, �Just a beer, I do not care much for those fancy drinks.�

He gives her another wicked smile, �Damn, I think I�m dreamin�.�

�No,� she whispers, leaning in close to his face. Her lips hovering just above his. �This is all too real.�

�Must be my lucky day then,� he says, sending a hot breath against her lips and she fights down the sudden jolt of lust rolling up her body. This wasn�t about pleasure, not for her.

�I guess so,� she smiles then brings her lips down to his. His fingers tighten on her hip and his other hand comes up and tangles into her hair, pulling her head down. She opens her mouth as his teeth nip her bottom lip and Logan�s tongue slowly pushes into her mouth. Moving against her own in an intoxicating way. Storm leans into him some more and her hands move up his thighs further.

She unthinkingly loses herself in the way he�s hungrily devouring her mouth. She can�t remember being kissed like this ever. When she feels a definite hardness pressing against her stomach through his jeans she finally pulls away slowly. Letting the kiss linger and pulling his bottom lip with her between her teeth. Logan growls deep in his throat and she smiles at him.

�You don�t waste any time, do you?� he asks, amusement in his eyes.

�I take what I want,� she says. Logan growls again and both his hands move to her hips, lightly moving up her sides then back down to rest at the small of her back.

�That the only reason?� he asks. ��Cause I don�t buy sex.� He raises an eyebrow at her.

�Good, because I do not sell sex,� she says, running a finger down the center of his chest.

He smiles at her, a hungry smile that seems extremely feral. �Let me get that beer for you,� he says and begins to turn around.

Storm pushes his shoulders back though, making him unable to turn around to order the drink. �Forget the beer...� She presses her lips against his again, tasting the beer he had been drinking a few minutes before.

�You�re the boss,� he says roughly and sits up, pushing her body back with him.

She runs her hands down his chest, �I have a limo but not a place to go,� she says into his ear.

Logan stands, �I got a hotel room,� he says. She smiles up at him and nods. Storm turns her back on him, grabs his arms and wraps them around her waist.

�Need to walk together in this place, or we�ll both never get out,� she says, smiling at him over his shoulder. He nods and his arms tighten around her, pressing her back against his massive chest. She can feel the muscles of his stomach rippling as he walks behind her. She wonders why the good-looking ones always have to be killed.

Sighing softly she pulls him along behind her, pushing through waves and waves of dancing people.

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Slipping off of Logan�s lap, Storm smiles seductively down at him. �I think we are here,� she says.

�I think you�re right,� he says and opens the door of the limo. Logan smoothly moves his large body out and his hand reaches down to help her. She smiles up at him, grabs her small sparkling purse, and takes his hand.

He leads her inside the hotel and she smiles every time he glances at her. OK, first things first. Just keep acting casual, don�t give anything to make him suspicious. You want him, you want to have sex with him she keeps chanting over and over in her head, keeping her mind set on it�s goal.

They reach an elevator and he pushes the button, waiting. Logan looks at her, his eyes sharp and demanding, she feels uncomfortable under their stare. It feels like he can see into her thoughts, like he can see what she intended to do. She smiles at him nervously and his face changes.

�You ok?� he asks, actual concern in his voice.

She nods quickly and moves closer to him, pressing her body against his. �I�m just fine,� she says. �So, why was a guy like you in that club?� She hopes he takes her bait to change the subject and get herself comfortable again.

Logan watches her carefully, his eyes are gray and seem slightly predator like. His hands resting on her hips again. �Work,� he says in a low rumble. �Got bored of stayin� in this hotel and this damn city doesn�t have any normal bars around here.�

The elevator door opens and Storm moves in, bringing Logan with her. He pushes the button for the 19th floor as he steps inside. He grins down at her and she brings her lips up to his.

�Hey! Hold the door!� someone yells from the hall but both of them ignore it. The elevator doors shut with a �ding�. Storm laughs lightly and wraps her arms around Logan�s neck, pulling her body even tighter against his. He groans into her mouth and pushes her against the elevator wall. His hands running up her back, under her tight shirt to run against her shoulders.

Storm finds herself enjoying the feel of his hard body against her soft curves. His hot hands making her gasp as he palms her breasts through her bra.

The elevator doors open with another �ding� and Logan pulls away, smirking down at her. �You taste good,� he growls, eyes locking onto her lips.

She smiles and leans up to put a small kiss to his lips then grabs his hands and pulls him out of the elevator. He follows, then takes the lead to his room. Grumbling as he takes the keycard out of his pocket and sliding it through the lock. The small light goes green and he opens the door, holding it open as he watches her step in. She feels his eyes roaming down her body and moves her hips a bit more smoothly, giving herself a more sexy walk.

�Nice room,� she says, looking around the room casually. It is large and she knows a hotel like this will have thick walls. PerfecShe She smiles and turns back to Logan, holding her purse close to her stomach.

�Eh,� Logan waves a hand at the room. �I didn�t pick it out. Don�t really like places like this.�

�Who did pick it out?� She asks in hopes of getting him to say something about the X-Men. Any information she can get from him is a good bonus.

�Charlie, my boss sorta,� Logan smiles and closes the door.

�Sorta?� she asks, even using his odd accent she couldn�t place. She wasn�t going to pretend to be a world traveler and know many things about all the cultures. Though he didn�t seem to be from too far away. He has that �I don�t give a shit� American look to him.

�You are curious all of sudden,� he says, eyeing her.

�Just wondering,� she says and backs off of it. �You can ask me something if you want.�

�What�s with the white hair?� he asks, stepping in front of her and taking a white lock in his hand to study it.

�Nothing is with it. This is my natural hair,� she answers him, smiling at his disbelieving look.

Logan chuckles, �Skin like yours...with hair like this...and with blue eyes...seems odd, don�t ya think?� He watches her intently, waiting for her answer.

�No, not odd at all because this is how I have looked since the day I was born. Blue eyes and white hair,� she counters, giving him a sharp look.

�OK,� he chuckles again, a deep sound that she finds oddly comforting. �You�re beautiful though, don�t get me wrong. Just wonderin� too.� She smiles at his compliment.

�I�ll be right back,� he says suddenly, stepping away from her. �One minute.� He glares at the wall for a moment, then turns and walks out of the room. Storm wonders what just happened but decides to forget about it and use this time to prepare herself. She walks across the large room to the bed and drops her purse on the nightstand, rummaging through it and pulling out a long hunk of metal.

She brings the metal in front of her face and flips her wrist, and on flap of the metal flips around and she catches it and holds the two flaps as a handle and eyes the now revealed six inch blade. She brings her finger to the tip of it and winces as it nicks her finger at the slightest touch. Definitely sharp enough. Then she sniffs the blade, nodding as she smells her perfume on it. The scent hiding the metal smell so Logan would have no chance of detecting it with his sense of smell. Then she grabs a couple condoms out of her purse and pushes them into her boot.

Storm hurriedly moves to the large couch and places the blade just behind one of the cushions. That�s where they�ll have to be, it will be too difficult on the bed. She bends over and pulls another long blade from her high boots and hides it with the other behind the cushion. Two accurate stabs in vital parts of his body will stop him, healing factor or not. He can�t heal that much, that fast. She sits down on the couch and waits.

Killing was something she had grown used to. Having to do it much too often to save herself from mutant hating people. Though, she rarely had to kill a fellow mutant. She frowns again, wondering why exactly this Logan was so much of a threat.

*Acute senses of hearing, smelling, and eyesight. Skeleton enforced by the metal admantium (Indestructible). Also has three admantium claws sheathed in forearms that protrude from the spaces between the knuckles. Healing Factor allows rapid healing of wounds that make it possible to live through injuries that would normally be fatal.*

That was the report on Logan�s mutant abilities. A tough list to beat, and Storm knew that her own mutant ability, being able to manipulate the weather, wouldn�t get the job done with him like it normally would with others.

In this kind of job, making someone�s death look like an accident is key. You don�t want to be suspected in the slightest. So, she was used for many jobs because what is more an accidental death then being struck by lightening? Or your car slipping on ice in the road? Or getting caught in a horrific blizzard? But those would fall short in trying to kill Logan with his healing factor. Except maybe repeated lightening bolts, but that wouldn�t be too much like an accident.

That healing factor was going to be the major problem. She is going to have to forget about making it look like an accident this time though because of it. A man like this doesn�t die easily enough to try and kill from a distance. Again, canceling out her powers. She had wondered why she had been chosen for this job, and had been told that Logan needed a woman�s touch. Someone to get close enough that he won�t see it coming. And it seems women have always been Logan�s one weakness.

The door opens and Logan steps in frowning. �Sorry �bout that,� he growls.

�What is it?� she asks, curling her legs underneath her on the couch.

�Nothin�,� he mutters, eyeing her from across the room.

�Come here,� she purrs, patting the couch and sliding her long legs back out and standing. Logan walks silently over to her, eyes locked to hers. She wonders why he isn�t eyeing her like he had been, but forgets about it. Maybe, he�s just intense or something.

Storm runs her hands over his broad shoulders and smiles, �You�re tense,� she points out, feeling the corded muscle under his skin.

�Just got some disappointin� news,� he says, wrapping his arms around her waist.

�Aww...here, let me help you relax then,� she says softly and turns him around, stepping him back toward the couch. �Just take a seat and relax.�

Logan releases his hold on her and sits down, eyes still watching hers. He grins though, as she moves onto the couch too, positioning herself over him. Her knees to either side of him, stretching her tight skirt to it�s limit. She lets her hands wander down his chest and slipping in under his shirt. She feels the hard muscles of his stomach and soft line of hairs leading down into his pants. Storm bites her lip softly moving her hands up over more muscle andry hry hair and she feels his hard nipples under her palms.

Logan sighs and lets his hands move to her thighs, fingers tight on her skin. Storm can�t stop the feel of lust rush over her body and leans down and kisses him hotly. His mouth opens under hers and he sucks her tongue inside. She gasps and pushes her body against his. ton tongue making her body feel things she�s not wanting it to feel at this moment. It isn�t for pleasure, only business she keeps telling herself.

His hand snakes up the inside of her thigh and she forgets to breathe as he runs a finger over her clit through her panties. Logan kisses her harder and Storm curses as she finds herself losing control of the situation.

�Wait, wait, wait,� she whispers against his lips. Logan stops and looks at her curiously. She just smiles at him and pulls his shirt up over his head. He doesn�t complain and she gets a bit more control of herself as the act forces him to take his hands away from her.

She leans down and kisses the side of his jaw and moves slowly down. When she kisses the middle of his throat he growls deeply, making his neck vibrate under her lips. She holds back the moan of pleasure and continues down his body. His head falls back against the back of the couch as she reaches his belly button. She pays close attention here and smiles as he groans.

Storm pulls off of his body and kneels in front of him, giving him a mischievous look as he watches her. She moves her hands up his jean clad thighs the move them to his belt buckle.

�Definitely don�t waste any time,� he says.

�I told yo tak take what I want,� she licks her lips as she looks at at his obvious erection. �You going to complain?� She raises a white eyebrow at him and he chuckles, shaking his head. �Good.�

Unbuckling his belt she bites her lip again, hoping it looks sexy instead of what it really is which is her trying to concentrate on keeping her mind on serious matters. Just don�t give anything away. Stay calm and get the job done. She begins unzipping his pants and Logan tenses, but as he grabs her hands she realizes he�s not tense for the reason she thinks.

�You sure you�re ok?� he asks. He�s frowning and watching her carefully.

�Yes, I am fine, handsome,� she says, batting her eyes softly. She scolds herself. Don�t forget his sense of smell! He can smell if you�re into it or not! She smiles and lets some of the feelings of lust toward him surface. He is a good-looking man, well muscled, kisses great.

Storm pulls his pants down, him having to lift up a bit and she pulls them off, tossing them behind her. She looks up and her eyeden den just a fraction but he doesn�t miss it.

�C�mere darlin�,� he growls and she crawls above his body again. He grabs the back of her head and pulls her face down to his. He pushes his tongue into her mouth and the force and hunger behind it startles Storm.

His hand slips under her skirt again and she can feel his hot fingers pulling at her panties. She pulls away, getting a growl in complaint and stands. She pulls her skirt up enough so she can take the lacy panties off and Logan growls again.

Storm moves back over his body and Logan leans up and kisses heck, ck, then takes her earlobe between his teeth. She grabs his shoulders and feels her fingers dig into his hard flesh. His hands wrap around her body and move up her back, his strong fingers pressing into her spine, sending shivers down her body. Logan�s fingers wrap under her shirt and then pull it up slowly. Storm kisses him slowly then pulls her lips away so he can peel her shirt off.

�Shit,� he mutters and kisses her shoulder. Storm looks down and sees the blades behind the cushion twinkle in the light. No, not yet. He�s too aware of things. His lips move down her body, over her breast. She sighs, actually enjoying the feeling.

Logan�s hands move down the soft skin of her sides and over her thighs. He moves his face up to kiss her on the lips. Licking her bottom lip slowly befprespressing inside her mouth. His tongue runs against the roof of her mouth and she moans, pressing her body against him, making her body grind down on his. He growls into her mouth, his teeth nipping her lip sharply.

His hands move up her thighs, bringing the fabric of her skirt with them. She gasps as she feels the tip of his erection press against the sensitive lips of her womanhood. She reaches down to her boot as he continues to kiss her, his tongue ravishher her mouth, making it difficult to control her breathing. Pulling out the condoms she had put there, she rips one away from the rest and opens it. Her hands working so hard on opening it that her fingers just get in each others way.

Logan chuckles against her mouth and she gives him her own growl in frustration. He groans at that and returns his mouth to hers. Storm�s body goes slack for a moment, overwhelmed by his kiss then she gasps and finally rips the condom out of it�s packaging. It wasn�t that she was worried about pregnancy or anything. She was on the pill, but she didn�t want any...ANY evidence that could link her here.

She sighs against his lips and brings the condom down and wraps it around his hard erection.

�You�re a big fellow,� she giggles and he growls, silencing her with his mouth. Guess, he was serious when he said I taste good, she thinks.

Logan presses himself against her again and she gasps at the feeling. It felt so good. It had been a little while. She runs her fingers down his chest encouragingly and he pulls her body down on top of him. Slowly, she is grateful. When he is finally all the way inside her, he closes his eyes and lets his head fall back slightly. Storm smiles and rocks her hips against his. She can see his adam�s apple clearly and her smile grows.

His hands grip her hips and he begins moving her body on his. She allows him to, not needing to be in complete control at the moment. She leans down and kisses him, this time slipping her tongue into his mouth and making him groan his pleasure.

She gasps suddenly as he hits a wonderful spot inside her and makes shots of pleasure go riding through her. Yes, yes, she thinks, keep doing that. He pushes against it harder this time and she moans, her head falling to his shoulder. Storm runs her hands through his hair and down his neck, feeling his pounding pulse and tensing muscles there.

Again he hits that spot and Storm gasps his name and cursing herself. She isn�t supposed to be enjoying it so much. She�s going to be killing him in a few minutes and here she is, loving the way he�s fucking her. She can feel a light drizzle of rain outside the window, hoping that isn�t her. She didn�t have complete control at all times.

�Goddess! Logan,� she moans as he shifts slightly and pounds into her harder. Bringing her closer...she is almost there. Please, just let her come before he does. She�s so desperate now, just let her hit her climax before him. She needed to recover before he did. The rain begins to fall harder and a flash of lightening lights in the sky. Logan doesn�t seem to notice.

She watches him carefully. His are closed and he�s breathing heavily. His arms flexing and un-flexing as they hold onto her body. A fine sheen of sweat making his skin shiny and his hair on his chest cling to the outlines of his muscles.

It�s getting to the point where she can barely think. Her body only able to feel the pleasure and then it�s too much. She gasps his name out as her climax hits her hard. Making her body tremble. He keeps her going on top of him, riding out her orgasm and she fights to breathe. The fleeting thought crossing her mind...Why does she have to kill the ones that can make her feel like this?!

Thunder roars in the night and lightening flashes out it�s fury. Rain pounds down on the window.

Logan gasps into her ear and she takes a gulp of air, she needed to get ready. She can hear the more desperate breaths coming from him. She smiles and leans down, hungrily kissing him. Logan groans, his body tensing. Her tongue wraps around his and she sucks it into his mouth. His fucking becomes a bit harder, a little more frantic. Almost there.

She runs her hands down his chest, nails raking his skin. Her mouth continues to suck on his tongue, mimicking the rhythm he�s moving in and out of her. Logan growls and it turns into a gasp as he runs out of air. She releases his mouth and his head falls all the way back. His hips push up into hers hard, and his entire body tenses.

Storm leans down and licks his exposed neck and his body gives with a violent shudder. His orgasm slams into his body and he growls loudly. She continues to move her body over his until he lets out a shuddering breath and falls still.

She smiles predatorily and leans forward. She presses her entire body against his and wraps her hands around behind his head. Reaching down she feels the blades under her hands. Pressing soft kisses to his neck and bottom of his jaw she wraps her fingers around the handles. She brings the one in her right hand up aiming the blade toward herself, but it will hit him before it reaches her.

Suddenly, Logan opens his eyes and his head comes up. *Snikt* sounds in the air and she feels three sharp points pressed against her side.

�Don�t even think about it darlin�,� he says roughly, his eyes hard and serious.

Damnit! she curses to herself and her mind thinks rapidly. She needed to get out of here. And if she can kill him in the process all the better.

�What are you talking about?� she asks softly, pressing her lips against his. He doesn�t respond and she pulls her face back.

�You know what I�m talkin� about,� he growls. �Let go of that knife of yours or you�re gonna find out what it feels like to have three knives stuck in you.�

Storm glares down at him and then brings the blade hard into the back of his neck. The first thing she notices is the widening of Logan�s beautiful gray eyes, the action seeming to happen in slow motion for her. Seeing the realization of pain and what she had done in them. Then everything returns to normal speed. He roars in anger and she jumps back, but not quick enough to avoid taking a cut to her side from the swipe of his claws.

She screams in pain and holds her hand to her side. Blood oozing out of the wound. She narrows her eyes him. Blood is slipping past his lips and he�s desperately trying to get the long blade out of his neck. She stares in shock as he claws at the handle, and she can see the very tip of the blade sticking through the skin in the front of his neck.

He roars again, but it�s stopped as blood closes off his throat. He finally gets a hold of the handle and begins to pull the blade out, the horrible sounds of his labored, desperate pants for breath and the knife sliding out of his neck. Then Storm looks down and realizes she�s still holding the other six inch blade.

Logan tries to stand but his body slumps back down and his eyes seem to be unfocused, well, they weren�t focused on her. He seems to be staring off into nothing. She grips the handle of the blade harder, stepping closer to him. Time to finish this.

His legs spasm, trying to lift his body but she can still see the blood leaking out the wound in his neck and out the corners of his mouth. Logan coughs, a harsh, bloody sound. But she can also see the skin healing slowly around the cut in the front of his neck, knowing the same thing is happening in the back.

�Sorry, Logan,� Storm says and stands in front of him. Logan�s eyes drift slowly to look up at her, his pupils focusing then un-focusing. Not able to keep a steady lock on her. His hand, with claws out reaches up but she grabs his wrist, easily tossing it back down to the couch at his side. His throat clicks as he tries to say something, but it�s not healed enough.

She raises the blade, knowing that if she left him now he would eventually heal, living through the wound. She needed to kill him now, quickly, before his body can heal itself. The sound of the door opening doesn�t interrupt her as the blade begins to come down.

�No!!�

�Logan!�

Suddenly, a blast hits Storm in her side and she�s knocked to the ground. The knife either deep in Logan�s flesh or she had dropped it, she isn�t sure.

�Oh dear God,� a woman�s voice says and Storm can hear footsteps approaching her. She fights her eyes open and sees a man standing above her, a hand held up to a odd visor with one long red lens covering hies. es.

�Don�t you move a muscle,� he commands, in a voice used to being listened to. She can only sit there, the pain too much, she wonders what had hit her.

�Logan?� the woman�s voice sounds again. Storm can see a red headed woman leaning over a now unconscious or dead Logan. He could be dead if I got that last blade in, she thinks.

�No!!� the woman shouts and turns to Storm. �You didn�t get the last blade in!� Storm�s eyes widen and she stares at the woman. How did she...?

Storm pushes her body up, intending to make a run for it but she finds her body stuck in the middle of standing. What the...? She glares up at the man standing in front of her.

�You�ll pay for this!� she shouts and lets herself reach out to the outdoors. She can feel the night air, cool and soft clouds in the sky. Her eyes cloud over as she reaches out to it. Feeling the electricity and force consume her as the weather begins to come to her call. Massive storm begins to roll together, thunder cracking across the sky.

The red headed woman turns to the window as lightening crashes directly outside it and gasps.

�She�s doing something to the weather!� she cries out and lightening comes crashing through the window. It erupts into the floor behind the man and the woman and they both back away from the large, gaping, burning hole in the floor.

The man turns around and his jaw tightens, �I didn�t want to do this,� he mutters and then a red light flashes from his eyes. It t ove over Storm�s vision and then something hits her with a great force. She gasps for breath then darkness falls over her.

End of Chapter. More to come if you guys think this one is any good. Please be honest. :)
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