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The Thing That Came On X-mas Eve	By : Ksennin Category: X-men Comics > General Views: 7642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ororo's breath stuck at her throat, eyes wide with disbelief, as her mind flashed back to that terrible night, months past. It could not be true. The N'Garai were gone, banished from the Earth. They could not be back, she told herself again. Not now. Not here.
It could not be right behind Kitty.
"Ororo?" Kitty asked with a frown, hugging herself, feeling the chilling unnatural cold even through her thick woolen sweater. "What's wrong?"
The creature uncoiled itself, stepping forward from the shadowy corner where it had crouched, extending its long limbs with almost languid slowness, moving towards the young girl oblivious to its presence.
"Kitty," Storm said softly, her eyes unwavering, fixed on the dark shape looming over the teenager. She could not remember it being so big and hideous. "Phase down through the floor right now, and keep doing it, moving down to the lower levels."
"What-?"
"Don't question me. Just do it. Phase down. Do not stop. Now."
"I-"
"NOW."
With impossible speed, the N'Garai attacked.
Storm's eyes turned white.

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"Take care, elf," Logan said, closing the door and watching the car drive away, before his nose wrinkled automatically. There was the faintest smell of ozone in the air.

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Storm had been ready, the power already built up in her, and still the creature had almost been too fast.
The claws ripped through the tiled floor as if through paper, exactly on the spot where Kitty had stood fractions of a second before. Storm even saw the sharp claws rake through the top curls of Kitty's hair just before she finished disappeared from sight, phasing down through the floor.
Its first target gone, the N'Garai immediately rushed at the other X-Man present, claws coming inches away from Storm, before the lightning bolt struck, sending it flying backwards.
She rode up the wind into the air, and unleashed another lightning strike against the creature.
With dark smoke rising from its body, the N'Garai stood up, clearly unharmed, its inhuman stare fixed on the young woman suspended in the air above it. For an instant, the eyes of woman and monster met.
Storm felt her stomach knot even tighter, and again seemed unable to breathe. Was that recognition she saw in the eyes of the creature? Could it be the same one as before? Could this be the same monster that had possessed her, that night long past?
It was. It had to be. How else to explain the way its stare, its appearance, affected her, made her tremble from head to toes? She had barely seen it that night, in the brief instants that she had been conscious in its embrace, overwhelmed by shock and fear and outrage and impossible pleasure, but she could never forget the feeling in the core of her soul at its proximity, the primal awareness of its very alien presence.
The demonic creature had been the first enemy, and first nonhuman being, to ever have sex with her, as well as the first to ever give her a real orgasm. There had been others afterwards, enemies, nonhumans, or both. But none, not even Sauron, had involved such an unlikely combination of horrendous alienness and undeniable sexual prowess.
She could not fail to recognize it.
As Storm hesitated, caught in the locked stares, the N'Garai extended its long tongue to lick briefly at its fangs, and closed one of its inhuman eyes briefly, before looking down, away from her.
Storm felt an icy shudder run through her flesh.
It had winked at her.
It knew, too.
The shared moment had lasted a mere instant, and now, with almost contemptuous ease, the creature completely tore through the floor and its underlying structure, opening a wide gap leading to the level below.
"What the-?"
In the hallway below, Kitty stood, staring up open-mouthed.
"NO!" Storm shouted.
A third lightning bolt struck the N'Garai, but it ignored it, as its claws ripped wood and metal, enlarging the opening leading down.
"DOWN, KITTY! PHASE DOWN!" Storm yelled as she flew down, shifting the wind into a hurricane-like gust that dislodged the N'Garai and sent it flying to slam against the wall behind it. "I TOLD YOU TO KEEP MOVING! GO!"
Kitty opened and closed her mouth ineffectively, unable to speak, much less move.
The N'Garai rose, and digging with the claws on hands and feet, it began to move slowly forward against the powerful flow of wind.
"KITTY! SNAP OUT OF IT! YOU MUST GO AWAY! NOW!"
"Oh, my-What-What's that?"
Still focusing on the wind with gritted teeth, Storm jumped down through the gap, and grabbed Kitty with both hands. She had to fly them both out of there.
She barely had time look up as the N'Garai fell over them, all claws and fangs and coiling tail.

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As Logan reached the mechanic shop, he looked up, sniffing loudly at the air again. More ozone. And clouds were beginning to gather in the sky.
He cursed under his breath. He hated driving under bad weather.

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Storm rolled on the floor, sharp pain pulsing from a shallow near-miss cut on her shoulder. Having time, she would have felt proud of Kitty, who had bravely pushed her aside from the attack, just before phasing away in the last moment possible, but as Storm tried to rise to her feet, a huge clawed hand grabbed by the long, slender neck. Lifting the young woman up like a rag doll, the N'Garai slammed her painfully against a wall. There was no more time left.
She winced as the inhuman demonic visage closed to mere inches away from her face, its eyes glowing. The black fangs dripped thick saliva as it extended the long tongue. She closed her eyes and turned her face to a side, and felt with a chill the cold slimy appendage slide on her cheek and down her neck.
"HEY, UGLY!"
Storm opened her eyes to see Kitty slam a chair against the creature, the wood shattering harmlessly on its lower back.
The creature looked back, a hiss coming from its lipless mouth, and the long ridged tail snapped out like a whip, passing straight through the young girl's midsection.
Kitty staggered backwards, hands clutching at her belly, her face growing pale as she gasped for breath. Yet there was no blood. She had phased just in time, letting the tail pass right through her insubstantial form, but she had still felt it. Immaterial or not, contact with the demonic creature had somehow affected her, even while phasing.
"Cold, so cold..." Kitty gasped, while she appeared unharmed physically, she felt like a spear of ice had stabbed her through. She had to escape, she knew, letting her body slip down through the floor again.
Gritting her teeth with effort, Storm brought her legs up, knees bent at chest height, and slammed both feet on the chest of the N'Garai, just as she summoned lightning once again. The direct electrical discharge made the creature shake, and open its hand, helping Storm push her attacker back. As she dropped to the floor, gasping, she summoned a sudden gust of wind that threw the N'Garai far down the hallway.
The creature immediately ran back at her, and Storm took to the air, struggling to achieve flight in the small enclosed space of the hallway, going for the large window at its end. She had to lead the creature outside, where her powers would be more useful, far away from Kitty.
Blasting with lightning the window and its protective ironworks, Storm rushed out of the house, spinning in the air to face the expected attack. And saw nothing.
The creature had not followed her.
"Kitty," she muttered, before rushing into the house again, caution literally thrown to the wind.

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Kitty phased down and sideways, moving through rooms, pantries and linen closets with deliberate randomness, trying to throw the thing off her scent. Did she leave a scent while phasing? She could take no risks. Whatever that horrible thing was, it was still after her, she knew. In the brief instants when she risked solidity, she could hear the sounds of its breaking through floors and walls, searching, hunting for her.
Storm had surely escaped, Kitty thought, to bring the other X-Men to the rescue. There was no way she could even contemplate the alternative.
She only had to survive until the others arrived, any minute now. Surely not even that thing could stand against the X-Men. But would she last long enough? Her phasing power had proved only a partial defense. Her stomach still felt stiff and numb from where the tail had passed through her. Maybe it was just her fear, she thought.
She had to survive, Kitty decided, fixing her resolve on such determination, while the rest of her mind urged her to collapse and surrender to panic. The beast could attempt to ambush her friends. She had to keep it busy, and give the X-Men a chance to attack.
There was only one way to keep the beast at bay, she realized; if she could reach it.
As Kitty pashed down again, her tears were left behind in the hardwood floor.

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Storm jumped down again, all her senses alert for a possible trap, but again, the beast was not there. Another hole had been torn through a side wall, and warily she stepped through. The path of destruction had been easy to follow, as Kitty had apparently been leading the N'Garai in a twisting race through the mansion and the basements below. The concrete walls of the lower levels had not stopped the creature, Storm noticed, but maybe they had given Kitty enough time to widen the distance between hunter and prey, and enough time to let her catch up with them.
Not that she knew what to do when facing the N'Garai again. But she would never let it have Kitty. That she knew. Somehow, anyhow, she would get her safe, away from the danger of the demonic being.
Suddenly, Storm knew exactly where Kitty was going.

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The Danger Room stretched over three hundred feet in each direction, its tall metal walls concealing the multi-purpose devices designed to test and train super-powered mutants in the use of their powers.
If anything could stop the demon it would be here, Kitty thought, seated in the control booth set high in the farthest wall from the place she had entered. She had air-walked from the training floor to the booth and activated the multiple offensive systems, preparing a suitable welcome for her relentless pursuer. Automated giant saws and pincers, laser attack grids, everything the Danger Room could offer was ready to receive the monster.
Her trembling finger hovered over the keyboard, ready to give the activation command. For an instant she doubted. She had finished the training course in the use of the control systems barely a day ago. What if she had done something wrong?
She shook her head. She had to be right.
Suddenly, the door in the facing wall below opened loudly, and Kitty almost brought her finger down, triggering the attack. Almost.
"Ororo?" Kitty asked incredulously at the sight of the beautiful silver-haired woman in the room below. At that very instant, something broke into the control booth, from behind her.

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"NO!" Storm yelled as she saw the N'Garai appear behind Kitty in the control booth above, the momentum of its attack taking it straight through the heavily reinforced windows overlooking the Danger Room.
Kitty fell before it, and Storm rushed up through the air to catch her, barely missing the deadly claws of the falling monster in her concern for the youngster.
Storm sighed with relief as Kitty hugged her tightly. She appeared unharmed, but was shivering and her eyes were clouded.
"Ph-Pha-phased-d," Kitty stammered. "B-B-But so-so cold! So cold-!"
Tears welled to Storm's eyes. It had been close, too close. Kitty had phased through the booth's control board and floor just as the creature attacked, and the monster had barely brushed her before plummeting down to the floor of the Danger Room.
"So-cold..." Kitty whispered again, before closing her eyes. She was unconscious.
In the floor below them, the N'Garai stood unharmed, while thick steel doors sealed all exits and the Danger Room jumped to life.

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"Is something wrong, Professor?" Peter asked, looking down with concern at his wheelchair-bound mentor.
"I-I'm not sure," Charles Xavier said, frowning.
"Any danger?" Peter asked, ready to change into organic steel. Down the aisle in the store, Kurt Wagner also shifted to a stance reflecting readiness.
"No," Charles Xavier replied. He could sense nothing dangerous nearby. He had felt for an instant a faint, strangely familiar psychic flash, but it was now gone, and he could not trace it.
He could not even tell if it had carried distress, anger, excitement or all of these at once. Maybe it had been an echo from Scott, still grieving for Jean's death, yet he doubted it. He had yet to successfully reestablish his usual psychic rapport with his X-Men, and such long-distance communication was unlikely.
Xavier sighed. Dark psychic echoes were not uncommon in the holiday season, even for a telepath as shielded as him. The season always created an atmosphere of highly charged psychic noise, where depression and excitement fought in the collective animus.
"Don't worry," he assured his students. "It was probably nothing."

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Either the creature's charge or Kitty's phasing must had damaged the controls of the Danger Room, Storm thought, as she dodged looping aerial snares and a sudden blast of white-hot fire. The system did not seem to be respecting the usual safety protocols. The Room was trying to kill them all. But it did not seem to be succeeding regarding the N'Garai, Storm reflected with anguish, as far below them, the N'Garai roared in rage, its claws destroying another set of offensive devices that had failed against it. And she would not be as lucky for long, she knew. She was doing sharp evasive air maneuvers in the room’s restricted space, with the unconscious Kitty in her arms. She would eventually tire and slow down, while the devices would not.
They could not even escape the room. Impervious blast doors had sealed all exits, covering even the breached windows of the control booth, blocking all avenues of exit. The Professor had wrought far too well. Maybe she could use lighting to blast her way out, but she could not channel it through her body with Kitty in her arms without killing her.
The creature below roared even louder, and Storm saw several heat-seeking missiles strike the monster, doing no greater damage than knocking it off its feet. She wondered what would it take to kill it, and realized that a second wave of missiles was already targeting them as well.
She had no time to think, only to react. Dropping Kitty, she unleashed a wide lighting blast, frying the targeting electronics in the missiles even as they launched, before focusing a powerful gust of wind to cushion Kitty's fall. Unguided, the missiles struck the walls not far behind her, and she fell, dazed by the concussive waves.
She fell hard on the metal floor, having barely managed to slow her descent. Rising to her knees, she saw Kitty lying a few feet behind her. A set of automated saws slid out from openings in the floor and moved towards them, while the missile launchers above targeted them again. In desperation, Storm closed her eyes, and gritting her teeth, channeled all her fury, all her will to survive, into one single thought.
The room was bleached a sudden, blinding white.

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"Oh, fuck," Logan muttered, as thunder crashed all around him. The sky boiled with storm clouds, wild lighting still flashing in the distance.
The chances of a dozen lightning bolts striking down at once were damn slim, he decided, bringing his motorcycle to a stop. Something was seriously wrong.

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Storm looked up slowly, fighting the limpness that threatened to claim her whole body. The Danger Room was dark, the lights as dead as the fallen machinery. Only the glow of several small fires illuminated the scene.
She had unleashed an electrical discharge of such power and ferocity that the resulting electromagnetic pulse had shut off all the electronics around them. The Danger Room, and maybe the whole mansion as well, had become inactive.
Behind her, Kitty remained unconscious. Brushing her long silver hair off her face, Storm turned to see the N'Garai, walking towards her from the center of the darkened room, slowly but inexorably.
The N'Garai had survived the Danger Room unleashed. Her powers at full strength had failed to do more than slow it down, and now she felt drained, spent, as she had rarely felt. There was no apparent escape or way to outsmart the thing. Its circumventing of Kitty's trap proved it was as intelligent as it was deadly.
Her chances, their chances, were insignificant. She was ready to face her death, but she could not fail Kitty. The girl had to be protected. At any cost.
She had to somehow delay it, gain enough time for the other X-Men to return.
She had to.
She stood up with a grimace and strode forward. Grabbing at her torn and stained sweater, she pulled it up and over her head, and tossed it aside.
Several paces away, the N'Garai stopped.
The shorts fell around her ankles and feet and Storm stepped out of them, moving even closer towards the N'Garai. Reaching at her back, she unclasped the bra holding her generous bosom, and pulled it off, letting the large teats bounce free.
"Do not touch the girl," she said, with just the slightest quaver in her voice. She swallowed hard and continued: "You can have me, but do not touch the girl."
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