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Chapter List
- 1-Eloi
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11 and 12
- 12-13
- 13-14
- 14-15
- 15-16
- 16-17
- 17-18
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- 20-21
- 21-22
- 22-23
- 23-24
- 24-25
- 25-26
- 26-27
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- 33-34
- 34-35
- 35-36 and 37
- 36-38 and 39
- 37-40
- 38-41
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- 43-46
- 44-47
- 45-48
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- 52-55
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Eloi Chapter Twenty Four
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Mystique
sat up slowly, her ears still ringing.
She was blue. Very,
very blue. Voices she did not
recognize seemed to grow louder and she did not know if it was because her
hearing was returning or if they were drawing closer. Her head ached and her body burned with
cramping muscles. She needed to move, to
shift and change into something acceptable before they saw her. _They, they they�who
the Hell are they? _
She stretched her fingers, dislodging some plaster that had
crumbled around her, and then her toes, sending a sharp bolt of pain through
her leg. Her eyes flew open and she
gasped, inadvertently inhaling a mouthful of dust and chemical-laden air. The lab had collapsed around her, the bomb
sending the entire new wing of the house down around her ears. With all luck, Tarot was safe. The irony of caring about Tarot�s welfare did
not escape Mystique but she was too pained to properly care at that point. The
voices were definitely close now, moving rubble, searching for life. _How bad is it? _ she
wondered dully. _ Blob was safe. He was waiting, away. Magneto�was he still here? Sabretooth� Pietro?
_ Her body
shifted and changed under protest, aching with the fluidity of the
movements. She was Raven Darkholme now, nondescript in human terms, just another
brunette in her mid thirties, conservative and law abiding. The face was known in Bayville as the
principal of the high school but few outside the academic world of the town,
such as it was, would recognize her. In
either case, she was no longer blue. The
voices were nearby. There must not be
much rubble, she thought. Maybe it�s
just a hole and I was in the wrong place.
She felt better, considering. Her
head was not swimming in pain now, and she could think logically and
coherently. �I�m here,� she called,
staying still. Certainly, her left foot
was broken or at least badly bruised.
She did not feel any tell-tale stickiness from bleeding but she wanted
to be safe, be certain. �I�m here!�
�Stay calm,
Ma�am!� a male voice returned promptly.
He sounded as if he were almost directly over her. �We�re gonna move some of this stuff off of
ya then pull you out, okay?�
A mirthless
puff of laughter escaped her lips. �Okay,�
she called back. _What else am I
supposed to say? No, thanks, I�ll wait
here� _
She could hear debris being moved and saw daylight, a thin shaft of
dusty gray light widening to become mote-filled and yellow, a sooty
daylight. After several moments, a
grubby hand appeared, reaching into the gap in the rubble over her head. She was in an air pocket, pinned on the floor
of the lab, chemicals seeping from test tubes, Magneto�s experiments
ruined. She wondered which of those
substances could kill her, or would her theoretical immortality bear out? �Careful,� she said calmly, the hand brushing
across her face. �I�m right below you.�
�She�s
here!� the owner of the hand called, the limb vanishing from her sight. Mystique closed her eyes and sighed,
relieved. She could hold the form as
long as she needed to but she would be glad to shift back, to be herself
again. She needed the rest. She was never sure afterwards if she had drifted
off for a moment or if the people above her worked exceptionally fast because
the next thing she was aware of was being lifted, albeit carefully, from the
rubble and carried over to the grass. �Can
you hear me?� Grubby Hand asked, putting a bottle of water to her lips.
�Of course
she can,� a female voice snapped, pushing the water away. �That�s how she
answered you earlier, dumb ass. Don�t
give her water until we know she�s got no internal injuries.�
Mystique�s
vision cleared from the momentary sun blindness and she took in her
rescuers. A man and a woman,
both dressed in jeans and dirty t-shirts. The man looked as if he had been
caught in a blast himself, covered in dust and soot, a jagged cut running down
one cheek. The woman looked less dirty
but still pretty rough, her hair caked in dirt and sweat as she glowered at
Grubby Hand. �Are there others?�
Mystique murmured, her eyes focusing on the woman. �There might be�an older man in here.�
�Nope,� the
woman Mystique mentally named Bitch replied.
�You�re it,� she added, her voice low for a woman. She smiled, revealing
a chipped tooth and questionable dental work.
�How do you
know?� the mutant woman asked, a curl of suspicion wending it�s
way through her sore belly. �It�s a big house.�
�Cause we
watched �em leave,� Grubby Hand replied. �You�re the only one here, darlin�.� His hands
moved down to pin her shoulders, keeping her from sitting up. �Just take a deep breath,� he continued as
Bitch pressed a chemical-laden cloth over Mystique�s face, �and we�re gonna go
on a trip.�
Mystique
gasped involuntarily, then held her breath. Grimacing in pain, she brought her leg up to
kick the woman in the back of the head, using the man�s surprised reflex of withdrawl to twist onto her hands and knees, then rise
smoothly as she could. Her foot screamed
in pain, as did her ribs and her right thigh, but she did not let the pain
win. She spun into a side kick as Grubby
Hand rose, clipping him neatly across the jaw.
Bitch was struggling to her feet, cursing fluently in a way that would
have made a sailor blush. Mystique let
loose a series of strikes that the woman neatly dodged, her seemingly
effortless avoidance of the mutant�s attack signaling military or at least advanced
martial arts training. Mystique glanced
over her shoulder to see where Grubby Hand was, and that was a mistake, she
realized as soon as she did it. A sharp
jolt and a burning pain spread through her right side. The taste of blood filled her mouth as her
teeth gnashed her tongue and she fell forward.
_Tranquilizers.
Fuck. _
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