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Chapter List
- 1-Author's Note
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-Ch 2
- 4-Ch 3
- 5-Ch 4
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- 7-Ch 6
- 8-Ch 7
- 9-Ch 8
- 10-Ch 9
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Ch 25

When several days had passed
without any sign of Magneto, Remy�s anxiety leveled out and he felt a small
wave of relief. He knew that eventually the man would do something �
after all, Erik had threatened as much in their last conversation. When
he told the master of metal that he was close, it wasn�t exactly a lie.
Though he had only tried a couple of times to access the computer files, it
hadn�t taken him long to get to the files he needed, even with the heavy
encryption. The fact that he had not copied those files or tried again to
retrieve them was an action that Remy wasn�t ready to analyze.

There was a tension in the air
regardless. He and Logan came together at night and rode the waves of
passion between them, each losing himself in the other until the early morning
hours. Always, Remy made sure their couplings took place in Logan�s room, so that he
could flee in the mist of post coital bliss, leaving the feral confused with a
steadily growing sense of hurt each time. But, Logan didn�t question and simply let the boy
go hoping the Cajun would figure out what he needed from their
arrangement. The feral had made it clear that he wanted to explore a
relationship with the boy and Remy was, for the first time, at a complete loss
on how to deal with a lover. There was also the issue with the
Mississippian. She had yet to look him in the eyes whenever they happened
in the same room together or over the dinner table among all the other team
members. Her discomfort in his presence sent twinges of guilt through him
every time. Given the fact that the girl was important to Logan, not to mention the
need to ease his own remorse over the actions he had taken with her several
nights earlier, Remy decided he needed to sit her down and actually talk about
what happened.

Such a thing might take place
sooner rather than later, he thought uneasily as he made his way to the
Professor�s office after being mentally summoned. A growing sense of dread
filled him as he saw Rogue step out from Xavier�s office. She glanced up
at him, her eyes widening with surprise and wariness before she returned her
downcast gaze to the rug beneath her feet. Her emotions attacked him like
a ravenous beast, sending wave upon wave of anger, hurt, shame, guilt, lust,
confusion � a veritable gamut of feelings that had him seeking out the sturdy
walls to his right to steady himself as his knees weakened. It was
will-power alone that kept him standing and staring at her as she quickly
rushed past, her cheeks blazing a bright flame red and the heat of desire
radiating from her. He thought he heard her murmur an apology as she
skirted around him, but the ringing in his ears as his head swam under the
onslaught made all sound fuzzy. Remy tried some of the techniques the
Professor and Logan
had been teaching him to help control his powers, but he had not yet shared
knowledge of this particular power and could not expect their techniques to be
as successful in controlling it. As much as he wanted to blame them for
failing to help him as they had promised, he knew it was unfair to do so.
After all, how could they expect to give him solutions to a problem they knew
nothing about?

With a great effort, he managed to
bring his mind under control. He could still feel the girl, as well as
many of the other team members scattered through the building, but it was
tolerable for the moment and wouldn�t distract him from the task at hand � to
keep his shields at full force as he faced the telepath. Remy gritted his
teeth and knocked on the wooden door leading into the man�s office; waiting for
verbal acknowledgement before entering. He moved warily across the
carpet, like a lithe cat stalking prey, before settling almost soundlessly in
the leather chair facing the older man. Xavier merely watched him through
steepled hands, assessing the boy as he usually did
whenever they met. There was a tense silence between them, neither
appearing ready to break the staring war in which their eyes seemed to be
engaged. Finally, the Professor sighed and lowered his eyes as he laid
his forearms flat on the desk; arms crossing as he rested a palm on each bicep.

�I have been noticing Rogue�s odd
behavior in regards to you as of late.� He paused, brow furrowed as if he
were attempting to solve a puzzle. �I called her into my office to find
out what was wrong and see if she needed help.� Glancing up at the boy,
he continued. �The last thing I want is for any of my charges to spiral
into a potential depression, particularly Rogue.� The Professor turned an
expectant gaze towards the young man, frowning in disappointment at the blank
look he received. He resisted the urge to sigh. �Perhaps you can
tell me what may have happened between you two?�

Absolutely nothing was revealed as
Gambit continued to stare at the man. As evenly as possible, he
answered. �Don� know wha�chu talkin� �bout.�

Xavier tried again. �Surely
something transpired to have her acting so strangely. It�s almost as if
she is afraid.� The unspoken �of you� hung in the air between them.

�Hn.�
Came the Cajun�s reply. �Say again, don� know wha�chu
talkin� �bout, homme.�

Remy could feel anger spike in the
older man and he shifted in his chair uncomfortably under the intense
scrutiny. Suddenly, the emotions he felt from the telepath changed into a
sense of calm, and it worried Remy even more as he watched the older man relax
in his chair.

�Rogue�s powers are such that she
absorbs not only the mutant power of others, but also parts of their psyche �
personality, memories, that sort of thing as I�m sure you are already very
aware.� The Professor was speaking as if talking about the weather
instead of a student. �Now, you would think that would cause her mind to
be a melting pot of undecipherable chaos, and to some extent it is, but, you
see, her mind is unique in that it can order the personalities she absorbs to
keep her from losing her mind � yet another part of her mutant gift.�

The Cajun frowned. Why was the
older man telling him this? �Wait, Professeur.
You really t�ink you should be sharing dis wit� me? I t�ought you
took some kinda hypocrite promise or somet�ing.�

Xavier smiled, an upturning of his
lips that didn�t quite reach his eyes. �A Hippocratic oath�.yes, if I
were a medical doctor, a practicing psychologist, or psychiatrist, then it
would be a highly unethical breach of patient-doctor confidentiality.�
His smiled disappeared as he once again pinned the Cajun with his gaze.
�But, I�m not.� After a brief pause in which Remy could hear himself
swallow hard, the Professor continued on as if he hadn�t been
interrupted. �With all that capability her mind seems to have to sort and
store, it should be virtually impossible to accurately read her mind.�
Xavier cocked his head to the side, resting it on his fist as the fingers of
his other hand thrummed the desk beneath it. �Now, the interesting thing
about Rogue is that it is completely the opposite of what you expect.
Instead of shielding, her mind broadcasts many of her thoughts to any telepath
in her immediate vicinity. Very. Loudly. Even a low level
telepath wouldn�t have to work too terribly hard to read her thoughts. I
suspect it has something to do with her age � her mutancy
is still developing. No matter how hard Jean, Betsy, or I have tried to
help, it is something she has been unable to control.� The telepath�s
gaze had been wandering lazily around his office as he spoke, as if this highly
unusual conversation were quite the norm. So, Remy couldn�t help but
flinch when those knowing eyes cut back to him sharply. �Until
now.� The telepath finally concluded with a hardened tone.

Remy blinked.
Wait�what? She was hiding her thoughts from the Professor? But
why? Was she trying to protect him or herself?

�Why would she need to protect
either of you?� The Professor asked, his eyes narrowed in scrutiny of the
boy across the desk from him.

Ruby eyes snapped up and flared
brightly at the older man. Remy hadn�t realized he had asked his
questions aloud. Or, was the telepath�..

�I�m not reading your mind, if
that�s what you�re wondering. As powerful and fluid as your shields are,
you would feel my intrusion most painfully.� Xavier leaned forward,
making sure he had the Cajun�s full attention. �I told you before; I will
never go where I�m not welcome unless there is no other choice. But,
understand that I would not hesitate to probe if I thought for one minute that
you were a threat to the children under the protection of this school.�

Remy shivered at the barely veiled
threat. �Professeur�� he began, licking
suddenly dry lips �it ain�t wha�chu
t�ink. Well, not real sho�
wha y� t�ink, mas de femme�an� me�.t�was
� Remy paused for a moment as his southern accent became more pronounced,
a sure sign of the stress he was feeling. A couple of deep breaths were
inhaled before he gave the older man a steady gaze. �We can touch.�

Xavier blinked, his mouth agape as
the words struck him like a slap to the face. He hadn�t been sure exactly
what to discover, but this was certainly not it. He leaned back in his
chair, stunned into silence for several long minutes. �Touch? As in
skin to skin?�

Remy couldn�t help but
smirk. �What ot�er kinda
touch dere be?�

�Yes, well, of course.� Xavier
cleared his throat and adjusted his body in the chair, his gaze directed at the
desk in front of him. �I just�wasn�t expecting�.� Indigo eyes
narrowed as they cut back to capture ruby. �How �exactly� did you
discover this?�

It was Remy�s turn to squirm under
the intensity of the telepath�s gaze. �Uh, it�.and de couch was de only�y�know, to watch de TV�den she�but Remy didn��
Just as he felt sweat gathering at the base of his neck, trickling down his
collar, he was startled from his stuttered reply by an alarm sounding through
the office. Focused so completely on the young man, Xavier too was caught
unaware as he jumped slightly and frowned in the general direction of the
ceiling. �Qui C'est q'ca?� Remy asked, but the Professor ignored the question,
maneuvering his chair from around the desk and heading towards the door.

�Follow me.� Xavier commanded, and
he left through the open doorway without a backwards glance. Gambit
trailed behind the telepath as he followed him down the hallway to the elevator
that would take them to the lower levels. There was silence in the
elevator, Xavier deep in thought and Remy unwilling to have the man�s attention
on him again. When the doors opened on the same level as the Danger Room
and Med Lab, the thief was slightly hesitant as the older man moved his chair
straight ahead, taking the only hallway on this level that Remy had not yet
traversed.

Remy couldn�t help himself, he had
to ask. �Where we goin�?�

The chair paused as the telepath
glanced back at the boy. �The War Room.� No further explanations
were forthcoming and Xavier continued forward, certain the Cajun was
following.

Remy stood there for a moment,
watching the Professor�s back as he pulled away from him, and simply absorbed that
piece of information with a grimace. �Alohrs.
What else a peace lovin� group gonna
call it?� he muttered under his breath before putting his body in motion once
more.

The lights flared to life with
each step, ebbing away after they passed. There was a solid metal door
that slid open, much as the glass one in the Med Lab, and Remy paused to take
in the scene. They had entered some kind of conference type room, with a
bank of computers on the far wall, a large oval wooden table directly in the
center surrounded by rolling executive chairs, and some type of interesting
holographic projection device in the very center of the table. Remy�s
eyes immediately captured the azure blue of his lover across the room,
breathing a small sigh of relief at the slight nod of greeting and reassurance
from the feral. Several other team members were already present and it
appeared they were waiting on the Professor to begin.

�Professor,� Scott addressed him
before the telepath had even come to a complete stop within the room. �we
seem to have a situation towards the outskirts of the city. The area
appears to be mostly abandoned buildings and warehouses, but there are
civilians living in the area.�

�Show me.� Xavier turned his
chair to face the center of the table as a three dimensional hologram of the
area in question appeared before their eyes. There were several small,
glowing dots concentrated in one section of the topographical map along with
periodic flashes of light that Remy could only assume were explosions.
�Have we been able to identify the source?�

�Yes Sir.� There was an
uncomfortable pause as a satellite image displayed on a screen hanging from the
wall behind Scott�s head. �It�s Magneto.�

�Magnus..� Xavier gasped, as if in
pain at what he was seeing. All of the blood drained from Remy�s face as
he watched the close-up image of his boss laying siege to the area. In
the back of his mind, a little voice chided him as a fool for believing the man
had actually changed his mind about causing a distraction.

Scott gave his mentor a few
moments to digest the information before continuing. �It looks like he
has at least two others with him. Perhaps Alpha class. They are
focusing their attacks here,� Scott used some sort of laser pen to point at a
large area of glowing lights on the hologram, then moved the light to a second
smaller area further away �and here. So far, we can�t tell what it is
they�re after and why they have separated. But, Magneto is clearly at the
second area, based on our readings.�

The team leader waited to see if
Xavier would comment. When the older telepath simply looked at him
expectantly, he continued. �We will form two teams to deal with the
areas. Team One will be composed of Storm, Ice Man, and me. We will
take the larger area as it seems to be the biggest threat at the moment.
Team Two will be Wolverine��

�I will go as well.� Xavier
interrupted. His eyes locked with Scott�s. It was a statement, not
a request. �I should be there. I can talk with him, reason with
him.�

Scott sighed, running a hand
through his hair before he nodded. �Ok. Team Two will be Wolverine,
the Professor, and Gambit. We�ll..�

�Hey!� Jean broke in.
�Why aren�t I going?� The incredulous look her husband gave her was
enough to set her blood on fire. �I am just as capable Scott Summers,
despite my condition. And you can�t treat me any differently than you
would the others simply because I�m your wife.�

�As your doctor, Jean, I have to
concur with Scott.� Hank gave the barest of nods to the relief he saw in
Cyclops� face. �You, young lady, must think of the twins. No matter
how strong you think you are, there is too much at stake to take the chance
that something could happen. It is your unborn children that would suffer.�

Jean shrank back in chagrin, the
words from her doctor bringing the reality of her status back to the
forefront. It wasn�t that she was selfish; she knew it was best for her
to be on the inactive list. But, her desire to be there for her team mates
temporarily won over reasoning.

�Eh, mebbe
it be best dat I stay here.� When those ruby
eyes behind the visor turned sharply his way, Gambit shrugged. �Ain�t been training dat long wit�
de team or gone on any missions �fore now. Prob�ly
better off here.�

Before Scott could unclench his
jaw to bark the order at the Cajun, the Professor softly spoke to the boy
beside him without looking at Remy. �You are already a highly skilled
fighter, Remy. We have seen as much in your training. Your powers are
as strong as almost every team member present and may be needed to deal with
the mutant we are facing.� At this, he turned and pinned the younger man
with his indigo gaze. �Magneto is very powerful, Gambit. It will
take all three of us to handle him if I am unable to reach him with words.�

Remy stared at the man, knowing
that he would not be able to get out of going, and gusted out a breathy �Weh�. A disarming grin was turned on the rest of the
team, focusing on the team leader as he said �Sounds like a bon plan.
When we leaving?� He ignored the questioning look from his lover; it had
become entirely too easy for the feral to see through his masks. Remy all
but tuned out the rest of the meeting, his mind spinning out of control.
What was he going to do when Magneto saw him? How could he manipulate his
way out of this situation? No matter what line of thought he followed, he
could see no escape and the butterflies in his stomach worked overtime as he
walked with the rest of the team to the underground hangar.

They boarded one of the smaller
transports and strapped in for the short flight to the area of
disturbance. Remy had his eyes firmly fixed on the metal grating of the
floor as he tried to figure out exactly what he was going to do. He
couldn�t very well fight his boss. But to not fight would cause the X-men
to be suspicious of him, which could endanger his mission and his life.
The stress was having an effect on his shields, and he could feel an array of
emotions coming from the others ranging from anxiety to excitement coupled with
fear and determination. Overlaying it all was the warm presence of the
feral, a gentle touch of concern and protectiveness rolling through his
mind. Though these feelings were being cast about from the older man to
the team in general, they were projected most strongly on the Cajun. Remy
took that feeling and wrapped it around him like a blanket, using it to bolster
his already strained shields and keep the sensory overload at bay.

They landed on a roof in between
the two areas that had shown on the holographic projection as the primary
sources of disturbance. On disembarking, the two teams split in opposite
directions in preparation to confront the problems. The air was thick
with smoke and dust; dampness joining into the mix from the fog rolling off the
nearby bay. The cool evening breeze instantly chilled the light coating
of mist and sweat on their skins as Team One made its way to the largest areas
of destruction. Burnt husks of buildings and warehouses smoldered from
the flames. In the distance, sirens could be heard as fire-engines raced
to various locations to keep the fires from spreading out of control.

�Storm!� Scott commanded
into the communicator on his uniform. �See if you can do something about
the fires.� He watched as the weather goddess flew higher into the sky,
her arms stretching out and her snow white hair waving around her like strands
of ribbon in the wind. A clap of thunder heralded the onslaught of
purifying rain, the drops falling rapidly to douse the burning heat.
Steam hissed and crackled everywhere that the flames died away. Cyclops
continued to walk among the ruins as Ice Man skated beside him on his frozen
slide.

�Now that�s just a damn
shame.� The smooth baritone came from behind them and immediately Cyclops
and Ice Man spun round to face the enemy. �And after all of Burner�s hard
work.� The man seemed perfectly ordinary - his short, dark hair was a common
cut and color, eyes brown and set within a normal face that would have looked
like any other person on a crowded street. Only this street wasn�t
crowded and it was quite obvious this man was anything but normal.

�Who are you?� Scott
demanded, eyeing the man standing several yards away from them.

With a mock bow, the other man
introduced himself. �My name is Madrox.
And you�re interrupting the party. Why don�t you losers toddle on back to
wherever you came from?�

One of Scott�s hands moved
automatically to the side of his visor. �Stop what you�re doing and come
with us peacefully. Don�t make us hurt you.�

The young man snorted. �As
if you have anything to stop me.� He casually turned his eyes to the
mutant flying high in the sky, staring back into those ivory orbs that observed
him from above. �Besides, you have other things to worry about than
little old me.� With those cryptic words, Madrox
smiled as a sudden burst of fire arched upwards from behind a building, heading
straight for Storm. With her attention on the men below, she had no way
of knowing that mortal danger was about to engulf her.

Bobby was suspicious of the casual
atmosphere of the man in front of them. As he watched the slow smile
appear on the other mutant�s face, he whipped his head around in time to see
the column of fire heading for Storm�s back. �STORM!� He screamed
as he pushed his hands towards her and let loose a stream of ice. The
frosty torrent managed to intercept the firestorm just as it reached her,
causing her to be thrown backwards by the concussive pressure of the two
extreme elements. Momentarily distracted by events unfolding in the sky,
Cyclops failed to stop Madrox as he swung a pipe with
all his power and hit Ice Man across the back of the head. Bobby�s mouth
opened in a silent cry as his hands fell to his side. His body fell
forward with a thud, sprawling along the pavement as a pool of blood began to
grow under his head.

Shock was quickly replaced by
anger as Scott growled and turned to the other mutant, his visor releasing a
full optic blast. The direct hit, however, did not take the man down as
Cyclops had expected. The X-Men leader took an involuntary step back as
there were suddenly two men before him, identical twins standing where only one
had previously stood. Both Madrox�s smiled at
him, a look that was pure evil. �That tickles, man. Do it again.�

Storm managed to stop her backward
spiraling descent just before she hit the building toward which her body was
fast approaching. With a slight shake of her head, she summoned the wind
to propel her forward towards her team-mates when she was halted by words
coming from an alley below her. �Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now where you
think you�re going sweetheart?� A willowy man with long white hair to
rival her own stepped from the shadows. �And here I thought you wanted to
play with ol� Byron.� The wink was the only
warning she had as the wall of the building behind her exploded into
flames. She screamed as scorching pieces of brick and mortar slammed into
her, burning through her protective uniform and searing the skin beneath.
It was an unconscious move on her part to bring forth the cooling purity of
rain as she flew straight up into the sky to avoid the debris. A moment
she needed to gather herself, her breath coming in pained gasps before anger
stole over her, making her ignore the wounds as she turned her fiery white eyes
on the mutant below. �You want to play? Then play we shall.�
Her arms surged up and then down, channeling bolts of lightening at the
man.

Byron�s grin slipped for a moment
as he threw his hands in front of him and formed a fire shield in front of his
body. It wouldn�t stop the bolts of electricity, but it would shield him
from her sight enough that there was a chance the lightening would miss
him. �They always told me I had an electric personality.� He muttered as
he dodged the strikes piercing his shield.

Logan, Xavier, and Remy made their way slowly down the side
street, following a path of destruction and hoping to convince the source to
cease and desist. Logan
took point, Xavier moving behind him in the chair while Remy reluctantly
brought up the rear. The Cajun recognized the handiwork of Calley, knowing the man was one of Magneto�s lackeys.
Remy was not looking forward to seeing his boss, knowing without a doubt that
the man would be angered beyond reason that the distraction he was providing
was wasted. There was no guarantee that he would be able to explain his
way out of this latest debacle. He had to find a way to copy the
information that the Master of Magnetism sought, and soon. Suddenly,
Xavier stopped and his hands flew to his temples. �Wait, Logan. Team One is under attack.
They need our help.�

�Then whata
we waitin� fer?� Logan growled as he
turned to make his way to the other drop point. He didn�t wait to see if
the Professor or the kid were following. Only a few steps were taken when
Magneto lowered himself in front of them, a respectable distance between the
opposing forces.

�Hello, Charles.� Erik�s
eyes narrowed as they flickered to the young thief standing partly in the
shadows behind the telepath. �I did not expect to see you here.� It
was hard for Remy to tell if the other man was talking to the Professor, or to
him.

Logan�s body crouched defensively, all six blades sliding out in
preparation to attack or defend whichever came first. Charles placed a
restraining hand on the feral�s arm as he slowly
moved his chair forward, his other hand resting in a non-threatening posture on
his lap. �Erik, please. Why are you doing this? You, of all
people, know that violence is never the answer. Come back with me; listen
to what I have to say. Together, we can show the world that humans and
mutants can��

Xavier�s words were cut off as
Magneto took hold of the metal in his chair. �Don�t you ever grow tired
of that worn out rhetoric, Charles? You know it will never be as Utopian
as you make it out to be.� With a flick of his wrist, he sent the chair
and the Professor flying across the street to crash into the concrete side of a
building. The chair fell sideways to the ground, dumping the dazed and
slightly concussed Professor to the pavement.

The roar from Logan was purely primal as he charged the
other mutant. But before he could get within striking distance, his body
was seized and slowly raised several feet into the air. A choked sound
came from his mouth as Magneto raised his hands. �You think to attack me
little man? I can smell the sweet tang of the metal you carry within your
very bones.� He gave no attention to the Cajun that had scuttled
backwards toward the mouth of an alley, all of his concentration on the deadly
mutant he held in his magnetic grasp. �The animal following the cripple,
how quaint�and how perfectly ridiculous.� Red gloved hands closed into
tight fists as Erik called forth the adamantium
infused within the feral�s body.

Scott was taking a beating.
With every blast of his optic lens, or every strike of his fist, another clone
would spring forth, lending more strength and hands as they pounded on the
Commander. Blood fell in copious amounts from various wounds on Cyclop�s face and torso. His strength was fading fast
and he began to stagger under the Multiple-Man�s assault. It was with
sheer will-power that he remained conscious on his feet. The need to
protect his fallen team-mate overrode his personal hurts. Only a couple
of times did he spare a quick worried glance towards Bobby, who remained
motionless on the ground laying in a pool of his own blood from the head wound
the first Madrox had inflicted.

�What�s the matter, hotshot?� One
of the clones taunted. Another clone came forward and slammed a foot into
Scott�s stomach, sending the team leader to his knees as another clone rushed
from the side and backhanded the man. �That all you got, tough guy?� Yet
another clone sneered.

A groan fell from his mouth as
Bobby slowly came to. Everything was muddled and fuzzy, his eyesight a
precarious thing. It took him several moments before the world stopped
spinning as he came up onto his elbows and forced his battered skull to focus
on the scene. He could see Scott kneeling while a great many men
converged on him, fists or feet flying and kicking as they mobbed the team
leader. A quick, painful glance to the skies told him that Storm was
involved in her own battle and would not get to Scott in time. He could
see through his blurry vision that Scott was failing and about to be down for
the count. Anger surged from deep within and he could feel something
shifting in his powers. The Professor had always told him that he had the
potential to be one of the most powerful mutants to exist if he could simply
learn to control and draw on his powers, a task he had never been able to
master. But now, as he watched his team mate fall completely to the
ground under the assault of the mob of mutants, his blood boiled in direct
contradiction to his mutant power. Without conscious thought, his eyes
froze over into pure sparkling pools of ice and he looked at the mob of men
raining down punches on Scott. As his ice gaze tracked over each man in
the group, his vision was able to separate one from the group that was just a
touch different. One man in a mob of identical men had a slightly higher
body temperature, a difference that even the most advanced thermometer would
probably dismiss, but a difference that Bobby�s special sight could see with
crystal clarity. His hand reached out, teeth gritted against the
thundering ache in his head, and he shot a blast of ice at the man�s head,
encasing it instantly; freezing the very fluid in which the man�s brain
sat. Death was instantaneous as the mutant fell backwards.

Suddenly all of the clones dropped
to the ground, crying in pain as they grasped their heads. One by one,
they were absorbed until only one clone remained. The clone was crouched
over his knees, head tucked down to his chest for a moment before it snapped up
and wild, fearful eyes darted all around. Those eyes landed on the
original host body and a pained howl burst forth before the clone jumped up and
fled into the night. Bobby sighed and then dropped his head, drained and
shocked as the realization of what he�d just done started to filter into his
thoughts. Scott breathed shallow, his ribs protesting even that small
amount of movement as he gathered his energy and crawled over to his fallen
comrade. He wasn�t sure exactly what happened, but he knew Bobby had
saved him, and that he needed to get to the boy and offer comfort.
Hopefully, Storm would find them soon.

�C�mon baby, you can do better
than that.� Byron grinned as he threw another blast of fire from his
hands. She had already failed to strike him with lightening, the water
she showered on him simply turned to steam and the wind seemed to fuel his
pyrotechnics.

But Storm was done playing as an
idea came to mind. She glared heatedly at the other mutant and threw him
her own smile. �Yes, Burner. I can. Prepare to meet your
end. Winds!!� She raised her hands and began to call forth a tempest
of epic proportions.

Byron Calley
laughed. �Give me a break, sweetheart. Didn�t you learn anything
the last time you tried to blow me away? Fire travels faster on the
wind.�

But she ignored him, twirling her hands
as the wind spiraled into a tunnel around her. When the whirlwind swirled
as fast as an F5 tornado, she directed the funnel over him, placing the mutant
directly in the center. She saw his smile fade as he nervously watched
the columns of air spin around him and her own grin widened. �Perhaps
wind can fuel the flames, but the center of a vortex sucks the very oxygen out
like a vacuum and we all know that fire can not exist without food.�
Byron�s hands flew to his throat as he began to choke, his body gasping for
breath as all of the air within the spinning column disappeared. Her
white hair flew all around her as she watched the other mutant
dispassionately. He fell, then collapsed sideways, and still the tempest
continued. Only after his chest rose and fell one last time did she pull
back and strive to calm the swirling winds. It was a massive struggle on
her part, to call back such power once it had been unleashed. It took
several long minutes for the winds to die down and she slowly lowered herself
to the ground drained of almost all her energy. A quick check of the
fire-starter showed that the man was still alive, though his heart beat was
faint. She spared no more time for him as she made her way quickly to
Scott and Bobby. They needed to assess their wounds and get back to the
ship to call for help. She only hoped that the other team had fared
better than they.

Logan�s body arched backwards, his head flung and eyes wide and
unseeing as a silent scream of agony hung in his throat. The six deadly
blades emanating from the knuckles of both hands began to turn malleable,
slowly swaying in the breeze as the tips dripped silver onto the pavement
below. Metallic tears started to run from those blue eyes clouded with
unfathomable pain, and Logan
could feel the very pores of his skin beginning to sweat silver beads of
perspiration.

�Erik�� Xavier whimpered, his own
battered body refusing to respond as he attempted to drag himself back across
the street. �Please, you�re killing him.�

�I don�t care.� Magneto drawled as
he clenched his fists tighter attempting to pull the metal from the other
mutant�s body at a faster rate. �He is just a dog serving a worthless
master. It is no less than he deserves.�

Remy had been standing wide-eyed
in the shadows, too overwhelmed to comprehend what was happening. The
sheer amount of terror and pain pouring from his lover caused Remy�s mind to
suddenly snap. �NON!� Remy screamed as he flung his whole deck of
cards in a discus throw at the unsuspecting mutant. The glowing cards
fanned out in an arch, soaring precisely at the man, slicing through the
magnetic shield surrounding him like a paper cut and impacting in multiple
points of his body. The resulting explosions caused Magneto to fly full
force into a car behind him. The machine curled around him like a
metallic lover as he grunted in pain of the impact, his protective helmet
disconnecting from his head and flying backwards onto the sidewalk. Remy
fell to one knee panting, two fingers connecting with the concrete to steady
himself as he stared in shock at the damage he caused, flinching slightly when
the Master of Magnetism managed to focus his eyes with pure hatred towards him.

The Professor took immediate advantage of the situation and
invaded Erik�s mind. �Erik, please, you must stop this senseless
fighting. Join us in helping mankind to overcome their fear of mutants so
we may all live together in peace.�

�Never Charles!� Magneto spared no more attention for
the Cajun as one hand grasped the side of his head while the other arm clutched
at his wounded stomach. He staggered to his feet and sent one last glare
to Remy before using his remaining strength to gather enough forces to lift
into the air and away from the carnage.

Remy turned his body slightly and placed one hand on
Wolverine�s chest, the other moving up to caress the older man�s cheek and
brush sweat soaked hair from his forehead. �Logan, you a�right?
Logan, talk to
me cher.� The pain was excruciating, but slowly
healing, and Logan
could only stare in wonder at the man crouched beside him. /Deadly
beautiful/ was all he managed to think before welcoming the wonderful
embrace of unconsciousness.

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Translations:

Alohrs � of course, sure
Qui C'est q'ca?�What
or Who is that?
Bon - good

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