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Bellwether	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 4549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Bellwether
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- 54-Epilogue
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Bellwether Chapter Twenty Three

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Lance shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, wondering if the figure on the low cot was even alive. He did not seem to be breathing, the teenager thought in an oddly detached manner. �Hello?� The tray in his hands felt very heavy, more like it held bricks of lead then a pot of tea and some plain breakfast fare. �Um, Storm sent me down with breakfast��

�I am not hungry for your human food,� the Shi�ar uttered without opening his eyes or even moving more than his lips. �It is past time for my departure��

�Uh, okay.� Lance edged towards the cot, careful to stay out of arm�s reach. �We didn�t know if you were, you know, allergic to stuff or whatever so this is some of Storm�s and Kitty�s healthy food. Tastes like wet cardboard to me,� he added, setting the tray on the floor and pushing it carefully towards the prone Shi�ar with the toe of his boot. He took one giant step back, aware of the security camera mounted on the wall behind him and feeling some small measure of safety in the fact he was being watched. �So� there you go. I�ll be back to get it in a while.� The Shi�ar did not move so Lance took one more step backwards before turning and hurrying back to the door, pressing the panel that would slide it open.

�Time has long passed,� the Shi�ar murmured suddenly, very close to Lance�s ear. He pressed his hands on either side of the wall, pinning Lance in place before the teenager could shout in surprise. �I must be released.�

Lance swallowed the lump of shock rising in his throat and forced himself to relax enough to remain still. First instinct had been to attack, to hit and kick and hurt, but he managed to keep himself to a strangled yelp and a barely discernable vibration beneath their feet. I�m near the earth, he thought in a flair of panicked pleasure. He could use his powers if he had to. �Let go of me. Now.�

�I must be released,� the Shi�ar repeated. �I did not get exiled to become a prisoner in this pit.� He pressed closer, his breath hissing through clenched teeth. The fine layer of feathers on his arms were not soft as Lance had figured they would be but rather they were quill-like, stabbing him in pinpricks against his shoulders. The crest of feathers that lay in the place of hair on the Shi�ars� skull was unruffled but Lance had the distinct impression of an angry rooster for just a flash of a moment, before the Shi�ar male moved quickly, his hand coming to the teenager�s throat and squeezing gently, enough to make it hard to breathe but not enough to render Lance unconscious.

Lance gasped automatically, trying to draw breath when he knew he could not. The Shi�ar swam before his eyes, avian and human at once, and anger overwhelmed his fear. With a burst of strength, he drew his knee up and shoved at the Shi�ar with his foot, not quite a kick but enough to startle his erstwhile captor and make him loosen his hold a fraction. �Fuck you,� Lance snarled, the words a ragged gasp as he slammed the control panel with his elbow, the door sliding open behind him. �You can rot here!� He had, he discovered a second later, gone to the well one too many times. The Shi�ar male knocked him to the ground, knocking the breath out of his lungs. Lance tried to shout but managed only a creaking groan as the full weight of his assailant bore down on his ribs. He flailed his arms, trying to shove against the alien but he succeeded only in getting his hands pinned beneath the knees of the other male, pressing his fingers to the floor. Black spots were swimming before his eyes and he knew unconsciousness was immanent. The Shi�ar was saying something, something in a hissing and clicking voice that made no sense to Lance whatsoever, but he did not care. His fingers splayed on the cold, slightly damp concrete of the basement corridor. Damp from the earth, he thought. Damp from the ground under the house. He closed his eyes and let the need pour from him, through his chest and arms and fingers, the vibrations starting beneath his back even as he lost consciousness.
Storm frowned, jiggling the cord to the monitor. Kitty had mentioned something about the cables needing to be replaced and had even said something about getting to it this weekend, if she had some help. Apparently, the older woman thought wryly, this weekend was too far away. Three of the monitors were tetchy, losing the feed if the workspace was jostled even slightly. The others were blurring and pixilating in alarming patterns that seemed designed for maximum nausea. With a final twist, she reseated the cable in it�s proper socket and smiled as the picture snapped back into place. Brushing a smudge of dust from her nose, Storm slid back into the seat before the monitors and reached for the book that Mark had lent her earlier, for, he said, research purposes. Taking a deep breath, steeling herself for the graphic depictions in the tome, Storm opened the text to her marked page. A tremble made it�s way up her legs, through her spine, and she frowned. It was so slight that she thought it had come from within herself, but a second wave of sensation followed, the screens going blank as one. �Lance,� she murmured, dropping the book and rising swiftly to her feet. �Lance!�
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