5Chapter 5: The Chase
Forms shifted and shaped out of Logan's body and into its normal form, crying from the pain that seemed to seep in its body. The Xavier Institute was burning down, yes, it was about time someone did it or they wouldn't have gotten the glory for it. "I never thought this would happened, not in a million years." A southern accent escaped her gothic lips as she chuckled upstairs. Dressed in pure black, tented sunglasses—what this all sounds familiar, how? The dark princess, also known as Rogue, passed burning ceiling parts and seemed to clasp inward as more screams echoed through the halls. Her long lushes brown hair, tied up in the ponytail, her white noticeable streak still remained in her bangs as she could see some humans trapped under some of fallen walls.
"P-p-plea-" the boy stretched out his head, eyes weakly gazed into her heartless eyes, "he-help me."
Her body tensed up, holding her breath as she watched the boy human suffer in pain. His face was covered in ash and filth. Her heart softly poured out some similar pain, however, her words flowed out like a bitter grapes, "That's what you get darling. Tch, pathetic humans." On she went towards Professor X's office, to leave the important message.
"Story has it that the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning's students were throwing a house party when all of a sudden, a large explosion caused a major fire. Several students from Bayville High School have been severely injured, several bruises and scars, and so far, that's we know there has been-" The news reported paused, pressing her left hand up to her ear-bun. The beautiful Indian reported, wavy silky black hair hung over her broad shoulders and long flowing red dress. Her black eyes fluttered off to the side, nodding her head as she stood behind the half burnt down Xavier Institute's Mansion. Her eyes glanced back into the camera, "I just got word that over thirty-nine students have been burned alive. We aren't sure who they are or why they were here, but we will put them up as soon as possible." She cleared her voice, she dropped her hand to her side, "There is also information to who put out the fire. There are some students who made it out, and even caught it on video. They say there were teenagers in black clothing, doing impossible things like…"
A young boy was flashed over to the camera, "There was a blue man wi-wi-with three fingers!"
"Yeah, and there was this girl who could phase through objects and—" Another young boy witnessed it jumped in. "it was crazy! I don't know where they come from. They just came down with their black jet and ran inside after some crazy guy that looked like some-kinda of wolf."
"Yeah yeah, and do you remember the guy with a sunglasses-Cyclops thing ran after him and that smokin' hot blond chick?"
"Yyyyyeeeaaahhhh."
The camera returns to the attractive women with the micro to finish up the message to the world, "Whatever went down here wasn't pleasant. Actually, we are looking for the members who lived here because we have discovered that this wasn't any ordinary school. Charles Xavier has been collecting supernatural teenagers to fight. For what? We are unsure, but those who have lived here, held the party, our now under custody until further notice. As of right now, we our looking for: Charles Xavier, Ororo Munroe (aka Storm), Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Kurt Wagner, Katherine 'Kitty' Pryde, Evan Daniels, two unknown people that go by Rogue and Logan, and lastly the strange blond girl. If you have seen any of them, please contact to the police. For my fellow American, please be very afraid. These people our highly dangerous and armed." She ended with an warning tone before the TV returned to it's broadcast and even showed pictures of the names of people who our wanted, expect for the mystery strange blonde named Isis.
Running, it felt they have been for hours, however, it had only been ten minutes since the X-men ran from Xavier's Manson, from the press, from life itself. The group was deep in the forest that was beside the Manson, worn-out to the bone, they pressed forth, running. The nearest town wasn't even nearby, it was a good a day or so to even reach there, so now what?
Scott struggled behind, his left hand balled up in a fist and the other one held the record. The future-him voice kept repeating itself in his head. "Something will happen April 30, what is it, I can't say, but trust me. I know this better than you do. Stay away fro—" His thoughts begin to wonder what the future-him was talking about. None of it made sense. It wasn't even the 30th yet! It was still the 21 of April, and what did he mean by stay from someone? Who was bad? Did he mean Isis? His beaming ray eyes glanced off to eleven o'clock, seeing the blond girl panting like a wild dog, still running.
Jean and Storm began to fly ahead of the group, passing trees and their branches. "How much further do we have to go?" Jean uttered, just enough for Storm to hear her, "I don't know if everyone will be able to make it? We've been up all night and I'm not sure…" Jean paused, her eyes glanced down at her team mates running through everything.
"We're almost near a small gas top, here, I'll cloak us, just in case." Storm stopped flying beside Jean and her eyes began to glow completely white. Her hair began to fly in the air as her hands gestured in the air. A mist began to cloud over the X-men group. No one would be able to follow them, hopefully no one would notice them.
The landscape slowly opened up, revealing the human-made road and the small gas station. The team slowly came to the halt behind trees, out of breath and deeply beyond tired. "So what's the plan?" Kurt asked them, still looking blue and furry.
"We need clothes, we need food." Isis drifted closer to Kurt, hands pressed against the oak tree. "We need two brave souls need to run along, collect things that we need and hide. I know a place nearby here. I'll go in with—"She glanced around, whom else could she take?
Dead to the bone, hungry and continuing to hold the same spot all the time; losers. The Brotherhood return their disgusting two-story house hold. Dirt and bruises ran down their bodies with ripped clothing as they held shame against their faces. The house they lived in wasn't like the X-men's, no. It was far more worse. No one should live here. Hardly any furniture, the wood was creaking and chipping apart, the windows were broken and some could never be opened. Food stains and broken walls hung around the peeling paint. "Man, this sucks. I'm tired coming in last, and if you guys would have stick to the plan, none of this would have happened!" Lance yelled as he entered the Brotherhood house, his suit was yet again ripped, his helmet was cracked and his body was completely bruised. He took off the helmet before chunking it against the floor. "If you had gotten the girl, we wouldn't have lost."
One by one, Blob and Toad entered the house, Blob holding Spark over his shoulder, however he could never fit in the door. "Oh sorry." He uttered as he noticed that Spark's backside kept hitting the doorframe. He pulled him around, holding him with both arms before entering. Toad followed, and the other two, Quicksilver and Mystique entered their own way. Quicksilver ran through the front door, meeting up with the rest of the gang by the front door and the staircase. Mystique was a black raven, flew in through the broken window and landed only a few step above the ground, transforming back into her blue self.
"You morons!" She yelled before throwing something at them. What was it? It was in a shape of a newspaper, but whatever it was, he always seemed to hit Toad of all people. "We were so close to winning and what do you do?" She paused, "Well?"
"Uh… Nothing?" Toad scratched his head, unsure.
"Exactly! You do nothing. You are worthless! All you can do was grab a knocked out boy, and yet, the X-men still managed to win and get the girl. Do you have any idea how Magnet will react to this?" Irritated, Mystique just rubbed her two right fingers against his temples, "Gosh, I have a killing headache." The women dressed her white suit pressed her heels against the creaking wooden staircase as she walked up, "We will strike today, during school, for now, do whatever you want. I am going to get some rest." With that, the blue women disappeared up in the second floor, however, you can hear her footsteps still going up stairs, to the third floor aka the attic. No one was allowed up there, and if they were caught even in Mystique room, they were died to her.
"Well, so much for that. Come on Fred, let's grab something. I'm starving." Toad punched Blob with his weak pasty fist against his bluff arm. Blob nodded in an agreement, placing Spark against the front door.
"Man, I'm starving, what do you think we should eat?" Blob commented back as they both disappeared into the unclean kitchen.
Now, it was only Quicksilver and Avalanche in the main hallway, arms folded against their chest. The intention in the air seemed too laid on their shoulders. Snickering came out of Quicksilver's lips, his head shaking, "I can't believe they aren't satisfied with what we had! I mean, he will talk right? He has to talk I mean—"
"Just shut up, Pietro," Bitter words flew out of Lance's lips, his body slowly moving towards the living room, "It's been a long day, just… get ready for school." Before Lance paced out of the hall, he could see Pietro, rolling his eyes at the leader of the Brotherhood.
"Yeah whatever, boss. Jeez. Who made him boss?" Quicksilver uttered before disappearing, causing a mighty wind to shuffle anything in the main hallway to shift as while as the house.
This awoke Spark with a slight groaning pain, he lifted his head off of his right shoulder. His eyes widen, "By G—Man's creation, tell me this isn't—" his words seemed to slipping out, unable to finish his own sentence. He knew where he was. There was only one mutant place that rot more than any sewer pipes. The Brotherhood's house or what's left of it. Slowly glancing his chocolate eyeballs around, seeing no one around, however he could hear someone in the kitchen, someone sleeping in the living room and footsteps above him. "This is just great, how I am supposed to get back to Isis? Man, she's gonna kill me." The future-guy named Spark muttered beneath his breath before push himself off the dangerous floor and onto his feet. He shuffled a bit, feeling his legs a bit weak, but the sleep that he got from being knocked out seemed to uplift his spirit about. It had been the best sleep he had in such a long time, even if it was only a few hours, still, it was better than minutes. All I have to do is walk out those doors and I can back to find Isis. Yeah, she'll be with the X-men. The Irish boy agreed himself before slowly tiptoeing his way towards the front door, his eyes peering back towards the kitchen, the staircase, and the living room. One foot at a time, he pressed his ruined converse against the floor, almost hearing each one creak under his feet. Spark bit his lower lip, his mind racing, but froze after hearing heels clicking down the stairs. He knew he was in trouble now, but a voice seemed to cover it.
"This explosion has caused the world to panic and for the victims who had partied at the Xavier Institute, the question is: who is next? Will they try this again or maybe this was all a fluke?" The TV softly screamed at him, causing his body to tense up and red flags began to wave in his face.
The footsteps continued until they had reached the main hall, the creature paused at the upper rail, "Hey, what do we look like some cheap hotel?" A familiar bitter female's voice echoed in the hallway, not only blowing his cover but was shouting at him. "You homeless people need to get out of my house right now or-" Spark turned out only to see a charming young teenager holding her hand out at him as a light pink bubble wrapped around her fingertips.
"Oh crap!" He uttered, knowing who she was, "Ple-please don't shot!" The Irish lad raised his hands up, "I just am lost, miss, can you please help me find my friend-" He paused, finally understanding what day it was, what was about to happen. "Oh no, this isn't happening. This wasn't supposed to happen until-" Spark glanced at up at the tall pasty girl wearing thick eyeliner, boy-short hair and a choker cross against her neck. "Wanda," Her eyes widen, realizing that he knew her, "You have to trust me, but we need to get out of this house. It's not safe."
Her mouth clenched, "Don't call me Wanda!" And before anything else could happen, she had used her stranger powers to throw some of the loose wood at Spark, making him slam against the wall. "Get of here!"
Wanda Maximoff; related to Pietro (Quicksilver) and father, Erik (Magneto), she is known as Scarlet Witch. Very deadly and unstable, she was sent to a metal house when she was a small child and grew up there until somewhere in the middle of her teens, she was released by Professor X, now she serves the Brotherhood, however she is very neutral. Tall, gorgeous, gothic, Wanda wears tight red vest jacket against her revealing body with several necklaces hanging from her neck. She wore several bracelets down her wrist and hardcore black ones on her elbow. Black leather pants against her legs and metal-heavy spiked boots against her feet, she isn't afraid to express herself and also has wears crosses earrings. Her powers are quite strange. Even she doesn't know what they can do other than protect her.
"That's what I'm trying do love, jeez, you're so much thicker when you were younger." Spark uttered as he slowly rosed up, groaning from the injuries he already had. "Well, we don't have much time, come with me." His hand extended outward towards her, dirty and bruised badly.
Scarlet Witch paused, unsure if she go or stay, but there wasn't time to think, members from her gang appeared, trying to figure out what the commotion was all about. They spoke to her, but then noticed Spark was up and walking.
"Where do you think you're going?" Lance asked him, his feet slamming against the ground.
"I'm warning you that we must evacuate and now!" Spark shouted out again, but the Brotherhood still didn't believe him, "Quicksilver," Spark turned to the white slick back hair young boy off to his right, "You're the fastest thing alive, why don't you check the house?"
"Why should we believe you?" The stubborn Quicksilver scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, "For all we know, you could be working for the X-men."
Spark blinked several times, "If I'm wrong, I will tell you everything, if I'm right… we better get."
Quicksilver rolled his black eyes once more, "Fine." The young teenager ran passed the group and within several seconds, least three, the boy returned with panic written all over his face. "He's right, there are bombs all over the place! We need too—" The group became unbalanced by the first explosion from beneath their feet. Each teenager in the room grabbed a hold of something whether it was an object or a person.
"Right, Blob, ma—" Spark started to give orders but Blob didn't question him nor bothered to stay for the rest of the stranger's words. He thrust his body against the wall beside the door, creating an exit for everyone. The group ran out, coughing from the smoke and into the middle of the street.
Wanda glanced around, counting to see who was all out. Toad was holding onto Blob's leg for dear life, Quicksilver stood beside Lance and—where was the strange Indian Irish boy? Her black eyes traveled back to the falling house and there he stood in the middle of it out. "What are you doing?" She shouted at him, "You're gonna get yourself killed!"
Spark's eyes narrowed from the smoke in the air as flames drifted around him with each bomb exploding. "No!" His voice screeched outward over the boom of each bomb, "I'm going to protect everyone!" His wounded hands extended outward, soft orange aura glow lit his fingertips, eyes became the same orange color as flames tumbled towards him. The Brotherhood and the humans around them, amazed and frighten by the events taking place in the house, Spark shouted out one request to Wanda, "Can you deliver a message to my friend, Isis?" A quick nod came from Wanda as she slowly moved close to the sidewalk, "Tell her that I—""
The house clasped with one final explosion, lifting a high mushroom into the ground, causing the houses beside them to catch wind of this. Everything around them seemed to catch this fire, "No!" Wanda screamed out, her hand extended outward, but like everyone else, she thrown off balance and remained against the ground.
"Less than an hour since terror has rung through our beloved home, Bayville, New York. We have reports that there was another explosion from within our streets. A group called the Brotherhood was unexpected awoke from this terror and caused several damaged within their area. We have discovered they have these powers… What they are, we are unknown," The same Indian report spoke in front of the Brotherhood house, or what's left of it as she began to speak as a film went on, the Brotherhood were being tossed into separate black vans, hands cuffed, "However, they are being taken somewhere off the grid to study and test them."
Isis was glued to the crappy TV in the small gas station, her and Jean Grey, gathering clothing, food, and anything else they need, like sunglasses for Scott. Her eyes never looked away but she could feel Jean's presence nearby. "I thought you said you wouldn't become distracted, Isis." Jean uttered in her ear, "Come on, we need to check out." With Jean's free left arm, she gripped her fingers around Isis' right arm and dragged her towards the front of the store where the cash register, was reading the newspaper. Jean cleared her throat, getting her attention. The pot-belly man with stumbles around her face and a cigar beneath his teeth, she forces a smile against her lips, "We're ready to check out."
The girl from the future, Isis, slowly gave Jean everything in her hands, which were only clothes in several sizes, but something was wrong. She kept looking up at the TV, "There has been news that someone was in the house at the time it clasped. Who this person is, is still unknown to us and…. Oh there they come now with his body—" The beautiful women in the red dressed walked towards the group of medics and her eyes widen as she saw Spark's body on a medic bunk. "Is he dead?" The news reporter asked, but there wasn't an answer. They kept walking on and took him into an ambulance.
"Oh my—Spark!" She lifted her hands against her face, salty tears softly rolled down her face. Her heart had shattered; "This can't be happening…" her words became faint to the world. Isis was dying on the inside. Her best friend, Spark, had done something stupid and now he was gone… forever.
"Hey what's wrong?" Jean turned to Isis, seeing she was softly crying to herself. Jean's eyes glanced up at the TV.
"If have any news of the whereabouts of the X-men, please contact this number below and—" The Indian women on the screen turned around, and heard a loud thud. The camera turned to one of the blacks, hearing a girl screaming out. Before the reporter could say anything, the black van exploded and Wanda was exposed on television, causing the people nearby to scream by flying car parts falling from the sky. "Oh my goodness, we're under attack!"
"Is that…?" Jean uttered to Isis.
"Scarlet Witch," Isis gulped, not afraid but the news of Spark's death was still sinking in. The blond girl pushed her hair off of her shoulder and walked to the front of the counter, paying the man and took the several bags. "One of the dangerous person alive and now has been flashed on the tube. Great."
Jean noticed something on the screen, waving Isis back, "Isis, come here. Take a look at this." The blond girl could care less what Jean was calling her over for, but she took only two steps back towards her red hair friend and glanced up at the television.
Wanda had been zoomed in on the TV as words were shouted out to the screen, "Isis, hey, Isis, I am talking to you so pay attention. I am going to say this once. Spark wanted to tell you that he—" In all the dramatic moments, this was one of them. Wanda was put on mute against the TV as she repeated words that Isis couldn't understand.
"Wh-what happened? What did he say?" Her voice rose up higher, "I need to know what she was going to say. Please sir, turn the volume on again." Isis begged as tears dripped out of her eyelids.
The man snorted, "You're not from here, are you?" His New York accent escapes his lips, "You're the X-men!" Both the girls' mouth opened up in shock and tried to believe they weren't but Isis was losing it. "Don't move or I'll shoot." The cash register fatty revealed his gun as he dialed 911.
"Jean I—" Isis tried to talk to her, but the man shouted at her to shut up. She sighed and began to use Jean's gift, making Jean read her thoughts. Jean, I am going to make a distraction and we'll run for it. Be ready on my mark. Jean nodded her head as their hands were up in the air. Isis's index fingers slowly began to twirl in a circle over and over again. Get set. Jean's eyes slowly glanced up, seeing what she was doing and smiled. "Go!" With Isis scream out those words, rain fell down against the whole store. Thanks to sprinklers up against the ceiling, it caused a perfect distraction as both the girls ran out with their hands holding onto their bags. The owner attempted shooting at them, however he was gun was now soaked in water, not allowing him to shoot.
As the girls ran out, they could hear the sirens not too far away from the gas station. Both of their hearts racing as they knew one thing for sure, the chase was on. They were now being hunted.
AN: I don't know how to speak British or Irish! If anyone could help me locate a virus-free site, I will be grateful. I hope this was a good chapter for all of ya, I enjoyed writing it. If you have any questions or ideas, please contact me. Also, please review~! Thank you!