Here's some more of the story, Enjoy
Title: The Downside to Being One of the Bad Guys
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am getting no money.
Summary: The main problem with being one of the bad
guys is that you have to fight the good guys, and you
what always happens with that...
A/N: Takes place about a year and a half after X2. I
didn�t address the Jean issue, I just don�t mention
her at all. I also decided to add Gambit, he�s with
the Brotherhood (I know he doesn�t belong there, but
that team needed more players and I like Gambit)
The ground hit hard. Beast rolled with the impact
several times and then onto his feet. Magneto was
nowhere in sight. He looked around again, this time
for his friends, and the locations of their enemies.
Wolverine was running towards the hill. Beast could
just make out Mystique and Rogue over there. Bobby
was missing, Pyro was missing, Cyclops had a grip on
Toad�s hair, and Toad had just gotten a hold of a 2x4
with his tongue. Beast jumped over to the moving
plank and tried to wrestle it away from the sticky
tongue. The Force knocked Toad off balance and Scott
took advantage. He threw himself onto the smaller
man, using his palm to press Toad�s lower jaw up,
keeping his mouth closed and his slime useless. Toad
yowled at biting down on his own tongue. He wriggled
and kicked madly until he caught Cyclops� middle with
a kick by the left leg. Toad had very strong legs and
Cyclops flew back a good 6 feet. Of course now that
he was farther away Cyclops let loose an optic blast.
Toad jumped back, dodging the red energy.
Mortimer was getting tired. This fight with the X-men
was going on far too long. He knew that he couldn�t
keep up all this jumping dodging and fighting. He
needed to come up with a way to end this quickly. He
turned and ran. Cyclops and Beast were right behind
him. He ran back to the Blackbird and with a flying
leap landed on the wing. Looking down from his new
perch he saw his pursuers. Cyclops wouldn�t shoot him
up here, too much of a risk damaging the plane. But
Beast apparently wasn�t content to let Toad hang out
up there, he began climbing. So, Toad backed up a few
paces, got a running start and jumped from the wing
onto the partially completed house.
In a steady run Logan charged the hill, crashing into
Mystique�s back and the 3 mutants slid into a jumbled
mass just before they went over the edge. Wolverine
was up first, but it was less than a second before
Mystique was up poised for a fight.
�You really want to taste the claws again girly?�
�You know I do big boy.� The scuffle began. Both
were excellent fighters and at first few punches or
kicks found their marks. Mystique kicked high.
Wolverine grabbed her ankle and twisted. But Mystique
stabilized with her hands and used the other leg to
catch Wolverine in the face. He growled and swung
Mystique grabbed at the clawed hand of Wolverine who
swung left fast to try and break her grip. The blue
woman held strong and followed the movement around
until she was behind him. She drew her leg up for a
strong kick and they both went over the edge. Rogue
screamed and took off as fast as she could down the
side of the hill.
The feeling of falling stopping in mid air is an
unusual sensation. But, that�s what happened. Logan
felt himself falling, felt Mystique crash into him,
felt them both falling, then felt Magneto�s familiar
hold. Mystique held him firmly around the shoulders
until they were a safe distance from the ground and
she could hop off. Wolverine hated the loss of
control that Magneto could enact. The stupid
adamantium in his bones was perfect for the villain.
Oddly enough it was suddenly raining Toads. Toad had
jumped from the house frame onto the ground and landed
at the base of the hill. �Nice you could join us
Toad.� Mystique commented.
�Yeah well, the bloody Fearless Leader and Shaggy Dog
haven�t left me much time for visitin�� As if on cue
Cyclops and Beast rounded the house�s corner and
joined the assembled group. Cyclops made a grab for
the smaller Englishman. Mystique morphed into a huge
ape like creature and captured Beast in a bear hug.
Still using her own feminine voice she added, �Let him
go One Eye�.
Rogue skidded down the hill, glove off, ready to help.
�All right, Break it up!� she yelled. Everyone
turned to look at her, but it was Magneto who actually
�We appear a little deadlocked.� He glanced at his
�I think you look a little out numbered� pointed out
�Not quite child. It appears it is time to use our
last chip.� There was the usual hum associated with
Magneto�s powers and from around the hill Bobby came
stumbling forward, led by the handcuffs and therefore
walking backwards. �We give you our hostage, you let
us go.� Scott only considered for a moment.
�Fine, you give Iceman to us, you get out of here.�
�We just need to collect Pyro and we�ll be on our
�Fine.� Everyone released their enemy and started
moving. The X-men headed to their plane, most of the
Brotherhood sulked off to the helicopter. Magneto had
seen the fallen young man in the dirt and strolled in
his regal manner to retrieve him.
It was not the walk of a defeated man. There had been
an injury on his side. But the main objective had
been achieved. This had been a diversion. With him a
part of it, Xavier was forced to take action and send
his people to investigate. But this had just been a
smoke screen. By the time they returned to the
compound Team B will have returned and the next stage
of his plan could be initiated. He spotted the blood
stained dirt surrounding his boy. Things may have
been more serious than he had thought.
Pyro was left on the ground, a red froth dribbling
from the corner of his mouth and over gray lips. His
eyes were rolled back in his head and he had the
insane desire to burst into laughter. Breathing was
incredibly hard, it was like a weight on his chest
kept him from filling his lungs. Magneto came into
view over him. �Ah, Pyro� he sighed, bending to scoop
up their fallen comrade. Mystique was suddenly behind
him, hand on his shoulder.
�We don�t have the resources to treat him Erik.� The
older man paused, stopping him his action. �He�ll
die.� Pyro continued to look up at his teammates.
They were talking about him. He was dying? Sure felt
like he was. �The X-men will take him in, they�ve got
the facilities, and maybe they can save him.� Magneto
looked at Mystique in silence for a moment, pondering
her argument. She had a point, they lived in a
compound, they had a couple of research labs, but no
infirmary, no doctor. Pyro would die in the
helicopter, maybe if he was lucky in one of the labs
under the care of a biology researcher.
�You are right as always my dear.� Magneto glanced
around for Pyro�s beloved lighter and found it a short
distance away. He plucked it from the dirt and
pressed it into the young man�s hand. Then he clapped
a hand to John�s uninjured shoulder. �Good Luck my
boy.� Then Magneto turned and Mystique followed. As
they walked, both spared a look back when they thought
no one was looking.
The X-men strode back to the Blackbird. The fight had
pretty much been a draw so it wasn�t exactly a victory
march. They�d taken down one, Pyro, but that was
hardly a victory. They�d wanted information, not to
wipe out the Brotherhood. So, it really was a draw.
Those injured were hurt in just a stupid skirmish.
Suddenly Wolverine stopped dead in his tracks. He
heard the Brotherhood talking. �What is it Wolverine?�
�Quiet Cyke� Wolverine listened and tuned back to the
battlefield. They were leaving Pyro. Logan watched
them board their helicopter, the propeller turning.
�John, he�s hurt and they�re leaving him to us.�
Wolverine explained, taking long, purposeful strides
to where the fallen pyrokinetic lay.
Bobby was mere centimeters from Logan�s back as they
hurried to John, Iceman keeping up without a problem.
Beast was a bit farther back, having paused to grab
the Blackbird�s first aid kit. Rogue and Cyclops were
back on the Blackbird, prepping for takeoff and the
oncoming casualty. In the final few feet Bobby rushed
ahead of the others and dropped to the dirt next to
his former friend.
Bobby looked down, it was Johnny. Johnny was bleeding
pretty heavily from a chest wound. He looked closer.
Johnny was bleeding heavily from a claw wound. It had
been Wolverine that had done this. Wolverine had
clawed Johnny. Of course, Johnny was the enemy now.
Bobby�s head was spinning as he picked up John�s right
hand. He nearly dropped it as soon as it was in his
own because John�s hand was ice cold. Pyro was
sweating profusely and his skin was like ice. Just
that was disturbing, in all the time he had known John
Allerdyce he could not remember him sweating more than
once or twice, and his body temperature had always
been a toasty above average. Bobby was vaguely aware
that Hank and Logan were behind him but he was mostly
just lost in his own thoughts. He�d never been this
close to someone dying, and this was someone he knew,
someone he had called a friend.
Hank McCoy knelt down next to the sweaty, trembling
young man. Bobby scooted back until he hit Logan.
Wolverine attempted a reassuring smile, but it was
more of a sneer. Dr. McCoy reached for Pyro�s wrist
with one hand and used the other to push back damp
stringy hair and reveal a pale forehead. The skin
beneath his fingers was cold; the pulse was slow and
weak. The patient was well into shock. Hank turned
his head to question the dazed Bobby. �You know him?�
�Yeah, it�s Johnny, Uhm, John Allerdyce, Pyro�
�You awake John?� Hank asked the boy in his arms.
John moaned and slowly rolled his head in the
direction of Hank�s voice. It took only a moment to
slice off the remains of the T-shirt and inspect the
damage more carefully. Claws had punctured and
clearly collapsed the left lung. The right was
keeping him breathing, but he was bleeding heavily and
dropping farther into shock.
Dr. McCoy pressed a large paw against the bleeding
wound, concentrating on stopping the blood flow. He
wanted him as stable as possible when they moved him
back to the mansion. It was clear surgery was needed
though. �Logan, on the Blackbird, find something we
can use to move him.�
�Sure Doc� Logan turned and headed back to the plane.
The Beast turned back to his patient. �Can you open
your eyes John?� John let them drift open. �Good,
now cough John� John looked weakly up at the blue
fuzzy man. He had no idea who this guy was. But he
hurt far too much to be worried about that. �Cough�
the man ordered again. John did, pain exploding in
his chest and nearly driving him unconscious. �You
have to cough, keep your lungs clear, prevent
pneumonia.� John nodded weakly. He couldn�t keep
focused, the pain was too much and his body barely
responded to his orders.
Hank checked the pulse again on the boy�s wrist. It
was only a light flutter now; he�d lost probably
almost half his normal volume of blood. John�s head
dropped against his shoulder, he�d finally succumb to
unconsciousness. Accepting keeping the kid awake
would have been nearly impossible Hank hoped at least
it spared him from the pain. Beast took out an
emergency blanket from the first aid kit and covered
John to try and preserve some body heat. He was about
to question where the hell Logan had gotten to when
the Canadian appeared with Cyclops and what looked
like the bench from the plane.
They gently rolled the injured mutant onto the bench
and strapped him on using Wolverine and Bobby�s seat
belts. �Sorry kid, you�ll have to squish in with
Rogue.� Bobby had only nodded mutely at the
Carrying him to the Blackbird wasn�t hard, Pyro wasn�t
especially big. Walking alongside with Dr. McCoy
Bobby still couldn�t sort out his feelings on the
situation. John was the enemy. A member of the
Brotherhood, but looking down he still just saw
Johnny, his friend and roommate. When Bobby had first
come to the Institute John had befriended him, they�d
stayed up late nights talking about being mutants and
their problems, and also just stupid teenage things.
He thought about some of those conversations as they
made their way back to the plane. Xavier had put them
together while they�d learned to control their powers
because they could cancel each other out. Bobby had
come to Xavier�s with powers that exploded out of
control. John was lucky he was in control of his
power, not a servent to it like Bobby sometimes felt.
Bobby had woken up with a start only to find he had
frozen every surface in their room on several
occasions. It was so embarrassing, he was the Iceman,
sitting shivering in his bed. Thank God Pyro would
just roll over, oblivious. That�s when he�d
discovered John�s body was always toasty warm.
But the room arrangement had turned out good because
John and Bobby were fast friends. Bobby had come to
the Institute without anyone knowing the truth. Even
his family had no idea what he really was. He�d
hidden it when he�d started involuntarily freezing
things. Then Dr. Grey and Mr. Summers had shown up at
his door offering him a scholarship to a special prep
school. He�d gotten out, gotten help with nobody the
wiser. But, it was like living a lie, it was his huge
dark secret that he had to live with. John had always
been able to make him feel better. He didn�t talk
about his own past too much, just a snippet here and
John was actually a decent student; positivlty amazing
in English, his writing was fantastic. He did his
trouble making rebel thing, but always pulled off what
he needed to for school. He and Bobby used to talk
about the heavy stuff and then follow it up with
serious discussions on who should play Batman next, as
a situation like George Clooney should never be
repeated. But now John was dying; stabbed because now
he was the enemy. Looking down at him it was really
hard to see the peaceful, bloodstained young man under
the emergency blanket as the enemy.
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