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Eloi
By : Nemain
Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male
Views: 5007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story. -
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
- 18-19
- 19-20
- 20-21
- 21-22
- 22-23
- 23-24
- 24-25
- 25-26
- 26-27
- 27-28
- 28-29
- 29-30
- 30-31
- 31-32
- 32-33
- 33-34
- 34-35
- 35-36 and 37
- 36-38 and 39
- 37-40
- 38-41
- 39-42
- 40-43
- 41-44
- 42-45
- 43-46
- 44-47
- 45-48
- 46-49
- 47-50
- 48-51
- 49-52
- 50-53
- 51-54
- 52-55
- 53-56
- 54-57
- 55-58
- 56-59
- 57-60
- 58-61
- 59-62
- 60-63
- 61-64
- 62-65
Eloi Chapter Sixty Three
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *still panicky * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: So….. golf, huh? Morgan: *gloke * Readers/Reviewers: Maybe a shade confusing but it serves it’s purpose. ;)“What are you doing, Charles?”
“Resting,” he sighed. “I am resting, Ororo.” He opened one eye and fixed her with an icy glare. “Is this a problem?”
“Charles,” she began, then gritted her teeth. “Professor Xavier, do you really think this is the time for a nap?” She glanced sideways, through the narrow opening of the door, into the study off of the Professor’s bedroom. A small crowd was milling there, most of them blinking in the none-too-bright light of the fine Tiffany lamps like islands of stained glass on the dark wood appointments of the room.
“The world is coming to an end, Ororo… What better time is there?” He sighed and closed both eyes again for a long moment, Storm’s frustration and rage, directed at some unnamed force, washed over him like bitter waves and he let it go, running over him in rivulets. Opening his eyes, he locked gazes with her once more. “Where are Logan and Mark?”
“They haven’t checked in yet. Neither have Sean and Emma.”
He nodded, sitting up on the divan that was out of sight of the study but close to the door. “And the others?”
“The teams you sent out are back. Empty handed,” she added. She knew the anger was unfounded, at least towards Professor Xavier, but she could not help herself. “Beast says Cecilia never arrived and they still do not know what to do with those in the infirmary. Jean has awakened, however, and is, in his words, functioning normally.”
The Professor frowned. “That should be good news,” he murmured. “But it’s not ringing true.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I’ll join our guests in the study momentarily. Please ring downstairs and ask Kurt to bring up a tray of tea and coffee. He knows where the service is, and the cookies.”
Storm pause, her lips parted as if to protest, but she sighed and shook her head, pushing platinum locks from her eyes. “Yes, Charles…”
Professor Xavier smiled wanly and watched Storm leave, shutting the door behind him. His chair rolled towards him slowly, bumping against the divan before he stopped it’s movements. No voices came from the study but he felt them moving, felt the fear and exhaustion and sheer desperation of his guests. Above all, though, he felt their anger. It was nearly a pure feeling, untainted by expectations, bred by years of abuse and despair. He knew a few of the minds well—they were like old friends or adversaries, their signature comforting in an odd way. Transferring to the chair with an ease born from years of practice, Professor Xavier vented a long sigh. _Now the question is, will the Morlocks accept help from the Eloi? _Mystique felt thick, like her veins were full of lead. Her skin burned and she knew she was ill. Something was terribly wrong and she could not name it, could not even begin to define it. Sabretooth’s throaty breathing, like a man on the verge of snoring, sounded nearby, alternately irritating and comforting. No other noise could be heard. Cool concrete pressed against her cheek, sticky and hard. “Sabretooth,” she rasped, her throat raw from shouting during the fight earlier. “Viktor…”
“He cannot hear you.”
“You are alive… I think this is disappointing,” the shapeshifter sighed, rolling onto her back. “Why didn’t you die with the others?”
“I’m a mole, remember…” There was a mirthless laugh before the room flooded with light. “They won’t kill me… I’m one of them. So are you. You blue freak.”
Mystique pushed herself onto her knees and let her eyes adjust to the light. The Morlock-in-disguise faced her from across the narrow room. They had ended up in a storage area, one smelling of chlorine and vomit. “Now what?”
“Now, you’re not my problem…” She pushed herself away from the wall and shrugged. “Now you’re on your own. We let you live. That’s enough. “I am not,” Mystique said as she stood painfully, “a freak. You disgusting, traitorous excuse for pond slime.”
“Give it some thought,” the Morlock said, shrugging again. “Today is nothing. This was just the start of something huge, something terrible. There’s more at play here than the Morlock’s throwing off the oppressor’s yoke.”
“Oh, for the love of…” Mystique closed her eyes for a moment, her body trembling with the urge to attack. “I should kill you.”
“You should,” she laughed. “But you won’t.”
Mystique held her tongue, rage warring with exhaustion. The Morlock smiled sweetly at her and flipped a concealed switch on the wall, triggering the mechanism to open a massive metal bay door. “You’d do better to try to kill us, if you didn’t want us about.”
“We needed you,” the woman said, raising a brow. “And now we’re done. Whether you live or die, you’ve helped us immensely. We sold our soul to the devil and took you along for the ride.”
Mystique watched her go, leaving the bay door open. The fight was a blur, marked only by splatters of blood and chemicals in the makeshift lab. How they had gotten to the bay, she was not sure. She just knew that, for the first time in ages, she felt tired both in body and soul. _Where do I go from here? _Kitty glanced at the clock and sighed. There would be no getting rest for her now. IF she was going to act, she had to do it fast, before she lost her nerve. _I can come back next weekend for more, _ she reasoned, eyeing her suitcases warily. _It’s just a few hours by train. _
“Where you heading?” Rogue yawned, pausing at Kitty’s open door. “If you’re going on vacation, I’m hiding in your duffle bag. Get me outta here!”
“Uh, I’m packing for school,” Kitty mumbled, not able to meet her friend’s eyes. “It starts on Tuesday so I need to hurry.”
Rogue fell silent. “Oh. Does Kurt know?” she finally asked, her eyes neutral.
“Not…as such,” she admitted. “I’m going to tell him though!”
Rogue nodded. “Right. Do me a favor… Don’t lie to him. I’ll have to kick your ass if you lie to him about this.”
Kitty felt her eyes go wide. She knew Rogue was not kidding. “I won’t.”
“Kitty…” The Southern girl paused,then sighed. “Good luck.”
“Thanks. I…” She shook her head, unable to go on without crying.
“Be safe out there,” Rogue tossed over her shoulder as she continued towards the stairs. “ Cause Lord knows we ain’t gonna be safe here.”- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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