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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 19:53:15 GMT
"I'll show you," The woman smiled, walking through the crowd and taking him down the corridor to the guest room where Lucy had been watching tv all night.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 20:08:10 GMT
"Thanks," Logan told 'r, walking into the room where Lucy was asleep on the sofa. He crouched next to her, taking the remote control from her hand to switch of the tv that still showed the Disney channel.
Meanwhile, the crowd at the party was growing thin. Xavier was involved in an amiable discussion with the president, about further plans for 'mutant desegregation'. The night seemed like a tremendous succes. The X-Men were blending in, nobody stabbed anybody, and Xavier was beaming with pride to see his dreams and amibitions finally come true. Nobody expected a turn for the worst anymore. But then it came. So sudden nobody could've seen it coming. One second to the next, an explosion seemed to go off in the room where the party was. Smoke filled the air instantly, as alarms started to sound around them.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 20:13:58 GMT
Mystique was knocked off her feet, ontop of Scott, who she was dancing with. She jumped to her feet, hand over her mouth to stop herself inhaling the smoke. She squinted to try and see by she couldn't see a foot in front of her face the smoke was so thick. She reached her other hand out to find her way through the room. Her mind was in panic, not for Xavier or his dream, but for their little girl that was somewhere in the building. "LUCY!" She shouted, voice lost amongst the panicked screams of the guests. "LUCY!" She found a corridor, and moved down it while the rest of the X-Men took care of the rest. The smoke started to thin the further away she got. She broke into a run, shouting Lucy's name.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 2, 2010 10:22:35 GMT
The explosion had echoed in the guest room, rattling the walls. Lucy sat up with a startled shriek, her eyes wide and panicky. Logan, hearing the screams and smelling the smoke as if they were right there, didn't take any chances. "You're okay," He told Lucy, swiftly lifting her off the sofa and into his arms. "I'll get you outta here."
Whatever was going on, or whoever the explosion was aimed at, this was bad news. The X-Men were there, which made it their job to fix it. But Logan's first priority was to make sure Luce was safe. He barely took a step out of the guest room when he heard Mystique screaming their daughter's name. He moved in her direction, and met her halfway down the corridor. "She's fine. She's okay." He told her.
"Mummy!" Lucy was crying in Logan's arms, and reached out her arms to Mystique. "I had a bad dream," She sobbed.
The chaos in the room down the hall was getting worse by the minute. Security was running around with flashlights, though those were little use against the thick smoke. "Find the president!" Shouts sounded, "Keep everyone on the premises!" And, of course, with this sudden turn of events: "Keep the X-Men on the premises!" Instantly suspicious. They should've have expecting anything else.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 2, 2010 10:31:37 GMT
Mystique immediately took Lucy in her arms, the little girl burying her face in her mummy's shoulder. "Shh, it'll be okay," Mystique promised her daughter, instantly relieved that she'd been with Logan and not near the blast. She stroked Lucy's hair in an attempt to calm her. They turned and moved down the corridor, back towards the main hall where the blast had taken place.
The president's security was moving around the room opening all the windows to let the smoke out, but not enough to let anybody escape. The X-Men were gathered in the middle of the room, hands in the air. "Hands away from your face," One of the body guards growled at Scott, not letting his hands near his glasses, his struck Scott's nose with the butt of the gun as warning. When Mystique and Logan walked in the room, guns turned on them too. "You two! Hands up! Where have you been?"
"Just checking on our daughter," Mystique said, putting her free hand in the air as they moved towards the rest of the X-Men. A gun aimed at them was barely a threat for Mystique and Wolverine, but they had to think about Lucy first.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 2, 2010 10:41:16 GMT
Logan's gaze moved through the room, eyes narrowed slightly. The president wasn't the only one missing from the scene. "Where's Chuck?" He voiced his thought out loud, to the rest of the X-Men.
Nobody had an answer though. And with dozens of guns aimed at them, discussing it over a cup of coffee didn't look like an option. Professor Xavier wasn't the security's first concern either. "Where is the president?" One of the bodyguards demanded from the X-Men, still holding them at gunpoint.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 2, 2010 10:45:27 GMT
"He's gone," Lucy sniffled from her mummy's shoulder. She looked up at Mystique's face, rubbing her eyes dry with the back of her hand. "Mummy! I had a bad dream!" She said, not wanting to talk to the bodyguards that were so nice earlier but now very mean. "Mr Xavier and Mr President-man have gone!"
"Shut her up!" The body guard told Mystique, not realising the significance of the little girl's dreams.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 2, 2010 10:52:26 GMT
The guy who snapped at Mystique raised his gun, which instantly drew a low, dangeous growl from Logan's throat. "You point that gun at my daughter, bub, you better be ready to face the consequences." He growled. His fists were clenched, his claws inching towards his knuckles, visable under the skin.
"Logan," Hank McCoy said behind them, with urgency in his voice. He realized, more than anyone, that they were balancing a very dangerous situation here. Fighting the security would be like pleading guilty. But since they hadn't done anything, their only hope now was to cooperate. He only hoped Wolverine could control his temper to manage that much.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 2, 2010 10:55:56 GMT
Lucy whimpered and buried her face in Mystique's shoulder again. When Mystique moved her hand to comfort Lucy, the guy pulled the safety off the gun in warning. Mystique raised her hand above her head instead. "Someone we like is missing too." She told the guy, trying to make them see sense that if it was them that had taken the president, they wouldn't kidnap their own guy.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 2, 2010 11:13:18 GMT
"He's probably behind all this," The main security guard snapped, "Do you think we're stupid?"
Around that time, some more bodyguards came back into the room, all of them holding guns and flashlights. "We haven't found anything," One announced. "We're searching the rest of the grounds now."
The main security guy nodded. "Detain them," He said, with a nod at the X-Men. "Question them seperately, see what they know."
"For fuck's sake," Logan grunted under his breath. If Lucy was wrong (though he thought she wasn't), if the president and Xavier were still on the grounds, the X-Men could find them. These idiots looked like they wouldn't find their own feet if they had GPS directions. But no. They got arrested instead. It was a load of bull, and it took Logan about all the control he could muster not to bash their heads in to make them 'see' their mistakes.
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