Title: Here There Be Monsters
Authors: Stormwolfe and Tinhutlady
Rating: R, story contains violence, strong language, and suggested
Summary: As for a summary, let's see, we've got aliens, mutants, the
military, and evil scientists. How on Earth are we going to peg this? I
mean, what more could anyone ask for? (Grins)
*Story Notes: This story is based on the ending of the novelization of
X-2, X-Men United. Therefore, Jean is not dead.*
Notes Stormwolfe: I realize that there are many Predator and Predator VS
Alien novels on the market. *I have not read them.* Most of the basic
information regarding Predator was taken from the two movies. The names,
background on his culture and society, etc. were completely fabricated
to suit this story.
Notes from Tinhutlady: I'm so glad Stormwolfe offered me the chance to
work with her on this. It has been a blast! I love action scenarios like
this and she really let me have a go at it. Many, many thanks to you,
lady, and to LaDonaJ_Rose (Rabbit); you two are wonderful.
Category: Crossover/Alternate Universe. The X-Men characters are
portrayed as closely to canon as possible per the various Marvel comic
universes, cartoons, and movies. Familiarity means that my (our) writing
leans heavily on Movieverse and artistic license has been taken where
Disclaimer: The X-Men and the X-Men movies are the properties of Marvel
Comics, Inc. and 20^th Century Fox Studios. Predator belongs to 20^th
Century Fox. No copyright infringement intended in any way.
Dedication from Stormwolfe: To LaDonaJ_Rose for superb beta'ing as
always and just being a Rabbit. Wolverine6Claws (for help with a
particular scene, thanks sugar) and X-MenLoganFan for test reading,
input, general support, and just being friends. Last but far from least,
Tinhutlady - for taking on this project and putting so very much into
it! What a blessing to have such wonderful friends and writing companions.
*Here There Be Monsters*
Dunst squared her shoulders and motioned for the others to back away.
She gripped the female mutant's arm tightly to prevent escape but there
was not really a need. The female was in bad shape and numbly followed
where she was led. Dunst nodded and the door in front of her opened. The
creature stood as she entered the arena, pulling the mutant with her. As
the door behind her closed, Dunst lifted her chin. This thing respected
strength and women so would not harm her. She repeated this mantra to
herself as she watched the alien approach. It stopped, assessing her,
she was sure. Well, she would show it her power and she would become its
She pushed the mutant in front of her and then grabbed its white hair
and pulled backwards, forcing the mutant to its knees. Dunst kept her
eyes locked on the alien as she drew her pistol and slammed it against
the mutant's skull, knocking it insensible. She let it fall to the floor
and held up her now empty hand.
Dunst loudly voiced the command word for 'kill' that McDaniel had been
trying to teach the creature. She pointed to the mutant on the floor and
kicked its body. Again, she repeated the command and watched with
pleasure as the creature moved closer, intent on the mutant's body. It
picked up the female mutant and looked back at her. Dunst nodded and
said the word one more time. The creature turned and started to walk off
with the mutant. Patricia felt her heart soar. She had done it. It would
obey her. Her power over both Stryker and McDaniel secured, she gave an
arrogant thumbs up to the watching faces in the control room above her,
and then turned her attention back to the alien. It had set the mutant
down and had touched its neck, then ran a hand down the female's
abdomen. It rose, making fists with its massive hands as it walked
slowly back to Dunst. She held up a hand, palm facing it.
"Stop!" She commanded. It kept coming. "No!" she raised her pistol but
it batted the gun aside easily. Frightened now, she glanced up at the
control room. Why didn't they activate the collar? A massive hand shot
out and gripped her throat, tightening with incredible strength. She
felt her eyes begin to pop out of her skull and her tongue thicken and
fill her mouth. She couldn't scream. Dunst tried to fire her gun but
something was wrong. A white-hot pain wrenched her shoulder and she
barely saw the creature fling aside an object that looked like her arm
before she felt something grab her hair.
- - -
Stryker entered the control room and approached McDaniel. "I noticed
your major absconding with my mutant again. I say, McDaniel, I must
protest. I need her eggs now that she's lost the fetus."
McDaniel's cold gray eyes settled on the unwelcome visitor. "My title is
Colonel and I suggest you use it, Doctor." He stressed the last word
sarcastically before he turned back to the report in front of him on the
desk. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I did try to offer your
mutant more merciful treatment than your lab had in mind. The fact the
alien did not kill her still confuses me." He studied the report again
and then rose to hit a button on a machine. The replay of the alien and
the mutant fighting ended the same way no matter how many times he
watched it. The alien actually knelt in front of her, refusing to kill.
"I don't get it. He was fighting her and was ready to strike. Why didn't
Stryker leaned over and peered out the observation window, sticking his
hand into his pocket and gripping the remote tightly. "Perhaps we'll
find out now. That major of yours seems quite plucky, taking the
creature on like that."
McDaniel hesitated only a moment before rushing to the window. "What are
you talking...No! Dunst shouldn't be in there! He'll kill her!" He
grabbed for his radio and started issuing commands as he fumbled for the
remote to the creature's collar. He clicked the slim black instrument
again and again, pointing it at the creature. "Get her out of there!" he
yelled into the radio. Frustrated, he dropped it and struck the glass.
"Dunst! Get out now!" Again, he clicked the remote, unable to do more as
the creature advanced on the Major.
Stryker eyed the scene with clinical detachment. "A bit brutal, but
highly effective, don't you think?"
McDaniel felt ill. Dunst might still be alive but he could not risk
sending anyone in with that thing, not without the secondary control
measure activated. He slammed a palm on the dial that controlled the
atmosphere in the arena, twisting it harshly, knowing it would take
twenty minutes for a room that size to cool down to the temperature needed.
Meanwhile the creature just kept ripping Dunst apart, piece-by-piece. He
needed the alien alive, McDaniel said to himself. At all costs, it had
to be kept alive. One final display below and McDaniel felt his guts
rush to his mouth. Helpless to stop it, he vomited, all the while
wondering why Dunst had gone into the arena and why the collar had not
"Yes, a very effective demonstration." Stryker said absently as he
continued to clamp his hand on the remote in his pocket.
*- - -*
K'Ha'Lon-Ka slowly pulled the filter tubes away and released the helmet
clasps. He needed to examine her closely for damage and the shield would
interfere so he raised the helmet and dropped it to the floor, kneeling
beside the little female for a better look. He extended his outer
mandibles and inhaled. There was blood, yes, but not enough. She was
still alive; her heart was beating, though not as strongly as it had
before. He glanced over at the now cooling body parts of the other
female, the human. She would never breathe again; he had made sure of
that. He turned back and touched the blood stained clothes on the little
female. They had taken her embryo. She was no longer with child. He
could now kill her and put her out of her misery but something in him
hesitated. Her hands had touched him in an effort to heal. Perhaps she
was like the females of his kind who loved life and children and fought
with energy and passion to keep things alive. Her hair was so soft, he
thought, and he absently ran his fingers through it as he waited for her
to wake up, hoping it would be soon, before he could not communicate
with her again.
He could feel the room cooling and grimaced. They had not activated the
collar and he had been glad for the opportunity to rip the other human
apart. Her structure was of no worth to him. Her skull and bones were
not the same clean specimens as the female in front of him. Still, he
wondered why the collar had not punished him. Did it no longer work? He
sighed. It did not matter; they were going to take the little female
away from him once the room cooled beyond his ability to function and he
growled as he thought of her back in their hands.
- - -
McDaniel clicked the radio again. "Anderson, report to the control room,
He raised his head and watched the good doctor click his tongue
reprovingly, still with his nose pressed against the window. "Anderson!"
He stood on shaky legs and made it to the monitor station where he began
to flip through the various camera views. "Shit!"
Immediately he felt Stryker breathing heavily over his shoulder. "More
They watched in disbelief as military men fought an enraged Weapon X,
the scene eerie in its muted silence. The display from the security
monitor indicated the fight was raging in front of the arena door that
Dunst had dragged the female mutant through.
"He must have recovered and killed the rest of my staff," muttered
Stryker testily. Then, in an entirely different voice, he barked out,
"He tracked her here. Open the arena door. Let the fight go in there. He
won't rest until he finds her and now we can at least contain them all
in one room."
Before McDaniel could recover from hearing a Southern accent from
Stryker, the doctor reached over and hit the door switch with his free
hand. Instantly, the melee fell into the arena and the door closed
behind them, sealing them in. Stryker ran to the window as McDaniel
headed to the door of the control room to grab the armed guard outside.
Sergeant Hicks and his crew were just about to enter and both the
Colonel and Hicks' men skidded to a halt.
"Sir, there's been an accident in the lab, the male mutant's on the
loose, and none of our radios are working."
"Get in here and grab hold of that damned crazy doctor," McDaniel roared.
- - -
K'Ha'Lon-Ka watched the door open again but was surprised to see a fight
spill into the room instead of the usual humans and their shock sticks.
His eyes narrowed. The one in the center, the one killing, and maiming
the rest of the humans was not human. He quickly glanced at the little
female and back. This one's bone structure looked similar to humans but
its composition was anything but and its heat signature was akin to the
little female's, only different all over instead of just around the
skull and eyes. The room was still cooling and he was finding it harder
and harder to move but he rose and placed himself between the combatants
and the soft-haired female, determined that she not be harmed any
further. There was something on the male's hands, some kind of metal and
it used it to great advantage but even K'Ha'Lon-Ka's eyes flew wide when
one of the metal gloves sheared in two and claws emerged from the
warrior's now free hand. The weapons the humans were firing at the male
were suddenly cut into pieces and so were the humans. Bodies now piled
around him, the remaining male turned to K'Ha'Lon-Ka, who backed up a
step in recognition of such lethal weaponry. He extended his lower
mandibles and let loose a roar of challenge, knowing he was too stiff to
take the male on in a fair fight but wanting to try for the little
Logan blinked. What faced him was unlike anything he had ever seen
before and he muttered, "You are one ugly motherfucker, aren't you?"
before catching a glimpse of what lay beyond the creature. "No!"
He ran toward Ororo only to be blocked by the creature. He bristled and
the creature did the same, matching growl for growl. Toe to toe, they
crouched, neither willing to give and each ready to die until a small
sound brought both of them around sharply.
Instantly, Logan maneuvered around the slowing creature and half-scooped
Ororo off the floor, keeping his claws at the ready in case the alien
attacked. Her arms around his neck felt wonderful and he closed his eyes
just for a second. Then he straightened and helped her to a sitting
position, all the while keeping the other male in sight.
Ororo made a feeble motion toward her collar and then tapped the
remaining glove on Logan's hand. Puzzled, Logan watched as the creature
nodded and sat down.
"Logan," she began, "he's been collared just like me. They punish him
with cold. That is why the room is so cool. As soon as he is down, they
will come in and take us. They are afraid of him."
"I don't blame them," Logan replied, "Ororo, I..."
"Logan, I had a miscarriage. They took our baby." She began to cry and
he sheathed the claws on his good hand to wipe her tears away.
"I know. I found out." He clung to her for a moment then broke away and
stroked her hair. "I'm going to cut your collar off. We need to get out
She pointed to the creature. "Help him too."
"Ororo," Logan began, wanting to make it clear to her that she was his
main priority but was interrupted.
"Rrrrorrrroooo." They both looked at the alien, and he nodded, satisfied
that he had their attention. He pointed to himself and tried not to
shiver with the cold; this was something important he wanted to do
before the humans came and took these two away. "K'Ha'Lon-Ka."
Logan's sensitive hearing caught the subtle nuances of clicks and purrs
but knew his tongue could never reproduce them. He frowned and tried anyway.
The alien gave a brief nod. They now knew his name - at last, he was
able to communicate with something other than the humans. He pointed to
Ororo and repeated, "Rrrrorrrorrroo?"
Her eyes softened and she reached out to him as she nodded in
affirmation. He touched her warm fingertips with his own frigid ones
then, with difficulty, pointed to Logan.
"Logan. His name is Logan." Ororo made sure to pronounce clearly but did
not speak loudly.
"Lllgnnnnn." The effort was brutally taxing and K'Ha'Lon-Ka felt the
room spin a little as he fell to his side. "Rrrrorrrroooo."
Logan eyed him but nodded, "I see what you mean, Ro. I'll free him too.
When he popped the claws again, the creature flinched and growled but
Logan ignored him, choosing to concentrate on delicately cutting the
band from around Ororo's neck instead. Immediately there was a commotion
above him and Logan realized for the first time there was a control
booth filled with men staring down at them.
"Damn!" he hacked at the other glove and moved toward the creature,
pointing to the collar around K'Ha'Lon-Ka's throat. A gunshot rang out
and Logan clearly heard the words, "I'll get your bitch for that!" He
turned and dove for Ororo, wanting to shield her from any other bullets.
A volley of thunder erupted and he gasped in agony as bullets ripped
into his back.
- - -
"Let go of me!" Stryker protested. "Someone has to have the good sense
to watch those three! Gas the arena!"
McDaniel frowned. The British accent was back but there was still
something wrong with the good doctor and he wasn't going to tell his men
to let go until he knew what it was. "It would take too long to
concentrate gas in that amount of space. They can't get out. I've
electrified the exits." He noticed that Stryker still had one hand
clutched in a pocket. "Search him." He looked over at the guard that had
followed Hicks and his men into the room. "Watch those three. Let me
know if they show any signs of trying to escape. We only have another
four minutes before the alien collapses. Make sure they don't attack him
if he falls."
"Yes, sir. Sir, what do I do if they do attack him?"
"Fire a warning round through the porthole. The male mutant won't want
his female shot and will break off to protect her," growled McDaniel,
his voice tightly clipped with anger as he tried to explain the obvious.
"I don't want the creature hurt, got me?"
"Yes, sir!" the guard moved to the glass and McDaniel returned his focus
to the doctor in front of him.
"...Roger that. Come to the arena and block the exits, now!" Hicks
disengaged his radio. "Sir," Hicks held out the small, black remote as
he spoke. "Stryker was using this. It looks like some kind of frequency
inhibitor. Our radios work now that it's off and I've stationed all
available men at the arena exits. They're ready to storm the place when
the alien goes down."
"Good." McDaniel took the remote and glared icily at Stryker. "A very
effective demonstration, Doctor? Is that what you had in mind?" He
backhanded Stryker. "Dunst didn't deserve that kind of death!"
Stryker grinned, a trickle of blood now coming from the corner of his
mouth. "You don't think so?" The Southern accent was back. "Was it a
more 'humane' treatment, a 'kinder' death than I would have given the
'You sick bastard!" snarled McDaniel. "What the hell kind of game are
"The same one you are," returned cold British tones.
Stunned, McDaniel stood there for a moment, unable to reply.
"Sir? They're talking, sir. Is that allowed?"
McDaniel's head snapped around, "What?"
"The mutants, sir, they're talking with the alien. Is that allowed?"
Dumfounded now, McDaniel and the others moved to the window. No one
noticed Stryker slip his confiscated pistol from the table back to his
pocket while the soldiers craned their necks, trying to watch the
shocking sight below.
"I'll be damned," mused McDaniel softly. He had a sudden insight into
what Stryker had said and his own motivations now seemed...insane.
"Sir! The male cut the female's collar off!" The soldier fired off a
warning round before McDaniel could stop him.
"I'll get your bitch for that!" Stryker roared through the other
porthole. He tried to empty clip of the automatic before the soldiers
could wrestle him to the ground.
"Get him out of here!" ordered McDaniel. He pushed a button and
deactivated the arena doors. "Hicks! Tell the men to go in and hold them
at gunpoint but don't fire, got it! Those mutants can communicate with
the alien. I don't want them hurt!"
- - -
Ororo felt Logan's body jerk as the rounds tore into him. It had only
just begun to dawn on her that he was here with her and still alive. Now
they were wounding him again. The Windrider's entire being began to
quiver with rage. She had believed him dead, horribly murdered by the
monsters that wore the guise of human beings. She had felt them finish
murdering their child and she had been helpless to stop it. Ororo was
not helpless now.
"No more!" Ororo's strong, clear voice cut through even the sound of
gunfire. Levering herself quickly to her feet with more grace and
strength than she actually felt, Ororo stepped forward to stand in front
of Logan and K'Ha'Lon-Ka. Her eyes were glowing white and a powerful
wind built in the room. Lightning snapped from her hair and from the
tips of her fingers as she raised her hands upwards. Later she would
grieve for her loss of control and the many deaths she caused. Now, all
she wanted to do was put an end to this.
There was nothing the soldiers could do as wind drove them backwards and
lightning destroyed their weapons and in many cases, their companions.
They watched in fear as the mutant woman raised her hands and eyes to
the control room and lightning followed her gaze to strike repeatedly at
the glass front, shattering and melting it. As a gunshot raked by her
left shoulder, the woman returned her white-hot gaze to the soldiers.
With no pity or remorse showing on her beautiful features, she sent bolt
after bolt of blazing energy into their midst. Killing many and driving
the rest back. One part of her mind reached out to control the
atmosphere in the Arena, warming it from its previous frigid state. As
the Predator rose from his seated position behind the furious Weather
Witch, the soldiers broke and ran. They could not outrun the wind and
their screams were heard as the wind lashed and tore at them, attempting
to pull them apart as they had the life of the woman that controlled the
Still caught in her own whirlwind of rage, heedless of Logan's call for
her to stop and come back, Ororo rose on the wind, flying toward the
Control Room. Cyclonic winds and streaks of lightening sought to ravage
everything in its way. Landing gracefully amongst the chaos, her eyes
sought out the one man that remained in the room. The force of the winds
had pinned him behind a massive metal desk. By itself, the desk would
not have been enough to cause fatal injury. Trapped in the confines of
the Control Room, the cyclonic winds had repeatedly slammed the heavy
piece of furniture against him, finally breaking his spine and doing
considerable internal damage. There he waited, pinned against the wall;
all pain now gone.
- - -
Oblivious to the drama unfolding far below ground, Mother Nature sought
to achieve balance above ground. She felt her daughter's sorrow and rage
and responded. Tornado force winds circled the relatively small area
that housed the research Facility. The trees in the forest that
surrounded the clearing whipped their branches and danced in frenzy,
wanting only to ease the Windrider's pain. The men in the two
guardhouses huddled inside seeking protection from the Goddess's fury.
*- - -*
Ororo stepped gracefully around the chaos in the Control Room, stopping
short of where the man half stood, half lay; pinned to the wall by the
twisted mass of metal that had been a desk. The wind that still stirred
was calmer now, merely a breeze that ruffled the beautiful Windrider's
silken hair. Ororo wondered if she could find it within herself to feel
something for this creature in front of her.
Ororo was unaware that, in spite of the stained and torn coverall she
wore and her wind whipped hair, she still looked every inch the Goddess.
Tall, beautiful, coldly regal, she surveyed Colonel McDaniel. Her voice
was measured and pitched low as she spoke. "My name is Ororo Munroe. I
am also known as Storm. The man you call Weapon X or Wolverine, his name
is Logan. Our child has died without a name. Did you bother to find any
of this out before you had us kidnapped and tortured?"
In Ororo's beliefs, names had power and significance. Normally one would
not share their true name with an enemy. She wanted this creature to see
and realize that the beings he had so casually allowed to be
experimented upon, tortured, and ultimately thrown away were
individuals, with names and identities, just as he was. Her blue eyes
were still ice-cold as she gazed at him.
"Colonel Mike McDaniel." The effort to speak obviously stressed him.
Ororo did not need Logan's senses to tell her this human was dying.
"I have those that would grieve for me and will grieve for the life that
your cruelty took from me and my mate." Her voice was still cold, still
controlled. "Will anyone grieve for you Colonel Mike McDaniel?"
"Very few." McDaniel found the strength to answer honestly. "This
service has consumed my life."
Ororo's rage had spent itself into a cold flame that wound through her
body and soul. "You are dying."
The man nodded his agreement, "I am dying. I would rather go by your
hand than the alien's." His gray eyes indicated the Control Room door.
"They will come for you."
"Yes." Ororo's eyes snapped fire. "Why should I offer you this mercy
after what you have allowed to be done? After the life of my child was
taken from me?"
"Stryker is insane. I see now that I am no better - equally insane in my
own way. I allowed myself to believe that offering you to Predator was a
more merciful death than allowing Stryker to do as he planned with you.
I was wrong. Wrong about so many things." The speech exhausted McDaniel
and his eyes closed for a moment.
"I pity you, Colonel McDaniel. I do not forgive you. Maybe someday, I
will ask the Goddess to forgive me and allow me to forgive you. Not
today." She started to turn but stopped at a small sound from McDaniel.
The gray eyes did not quite plead with her but still asked for a kinder
release than the ones coming would allow. Ororo inclined her head, "I
will not kill you, but I will delay my companions. Make your peace with
whatever powers you believe in, if any. You will die here, alone." The
Windrider turned on those words and left the room.
McDaniel murmured softly as his strength failed, "You are more gracious
than I deserve and more Human than any of us here."
Outside the Control Room door, the Windrider leaned against the wall and
waited. A tear slipped down her cheek as she thought of all she had
lost, including the ability to forgive. More than her child had died in
*- - - *
Much later, on the same day as the 'wild goose chase' to Maine, Scott
finally sat down in a small den that was reserved for staff only. He
stared blankly at the large, plasma screen TV. The current news program
that was being televised did not register with him. The feelings of
failure ran too deep. Jean and Remy were currently putting together
plates of grilled cheese sandwiches and soup for the tired and very
discouraged X-Men. The Professor sat nearby, in his wheelchair, sipping
on a cup of hot tea.
Charles also looked exhausted and more than slightly worn by their
ordeal. Like Scott, his imagination was in overdrive as he worried about
his 'children'. No one quite understood how he felt about those that
came under his roof and therefore his care. From the aloof and
standoffish Wolverine down to the smallest child attending the school,
he loved them all with a devotion that sometimes exceeded what a parent
could provide. Some, like Scott and Jean, occupied a slightly different
space in his heart, but he set no less value on the others.
Jean and Remy came in carrying trays of sandwiches and soup that they
distributed to Charles, Scott, Piotr Rasputin, and Hank McCoy. Rogue
came in a moment later carrying a pitcher of iced tea and some cans of
soda. She handed out everyone's preference then curled onto the sofa
next to Remy with her own plate. No one felt much like talking so sat
quietly eating their meal, each preoccupied with thoughts and concerns
about their missing friends.
Scott took another sip of his soup and widened his eyes as a Special
News Bulletin flashed on the TV screen. Motioning for Jean to turn up
the sound, he listened closely...heart thudding with renewed hope.
"...out of a seemingly clear and tranquil sky, fierce and destructive
storms have materialized over the Maine/Canadian border just west of
Edmundston. This weather phenomenon, though devastatingly destructive,
appears to be localized and not moving. At this time authorities do not
think there is danger to the surrounding population..."
All the X-Men gathered in the room exclaimed at once, "Storm!"
Scott barely managed to set his dishes on the glass and oak coffee table
as he leapt to his feet, "I'll pull up the GPS and triangulate."
Charles nodded and looked to Hank, "Lets get to Cerebro. I can focus in
on the use of her powers even if I cannot sense Ororo herself."
Remy followed them out, "I'll make sure we have what we need on board
Jean and Rogue followed him with Jean calling back over her shoulder,
"We'll prep and pre-check the 'Bird. Ready to fly in less than fifteen."
As good as her word, by the time the other team members were in their
uniforms and on board, Jean had the Blackbird ready for take-off. Scott
and the Professor had coordinated the data that each had acquired and
Scott now had a very good idea of where they were going. He also had a
sick feeling in the pit of his stomach as the location had nudged an old
memory of Hank's. McCoy told Scott and the Professor that he believed an
old associate of his that had gone into bio-weapons research had been
stationed at a facility in that general area. Any hopes that Scott had
entertained that his friends were being passively held somewhere for
some obscure reason vanished. The harsh reality of experimentation on
mutants raised its ugly head once more.
Scott boarded the jet and took the pilot's seat. Jean was good with the
Blackbird but the jet was Scott's baby. The only other person that could
coax as much out of the X-jet was Ororo. He edged the jet carefully out
of the hangar then sent her hurtling north. As Scott touched the
controls to send the Blackbird soaring higher and faster, he sent his
thoughts ahead of her. Please, he thought - Logan, Ororo, we are on our
way, hold on just a little longer.
*- - -*
K'Ha'Lon-Ka watched the Weather Witch in awe. Never had he seen such
tremendous power before. She could control the very weather, something
his kind - even with their advanced technology - could not, and she
wielded it with deadly force. Breathless, he realized she was so very
Not-Human. So much power and so much compassion could not exist side by
side in mere humans. They feared her; they had collared her, taken her
child, and used a weapon on her mate. Her mate...K'Ha'Lon-Ka looked down
at the other Not-Human. Sure enough, he was rising to his feet, even
after taking the killing blows from the humans' weapons. Shaking his
head, K'Ha'Lon-Ka realized there was more to them than first observation
revealed. If he had not been collared himself and had seen them display
their powers while he was hunting he would have thought of them as
extremely valuable prey, ones that, alone, would garner him the status
needed to claim his chosen mate. But he had seen their pain, knew the
humans had tortured them as much as they had him and it gave him a
strange feeling, as if he considered them of his clan, capable of
intelligent thought beyond that of prey - more like ally. This was a
foreign thought to him. He again checked the ceiling of the room,
knowing he had seen her fly up there but sill finding it hard to believe.
K'Ha'Lon-Ka's head snapped back to Llggnnnn, watching him point toward
where Rrorrrooo had gone.
- - -
"Mine," Logan repeated. He had tried to catch Ororo's attention to tell
her he was okay but she had not heard him. Now he watched the alien
stare after her and he wanted to make sure it was understood that Ororo
was under his protection. He saw the alien nod and he released his
breath, sure that Khaakkllkhaaa would not make advances on her.
"Don't move, Khhaakkklnkhaa." Logan let one blade out and advanced on
him, pointing to the collar. Noting the strange look on the other's
face, nervous flaring of mandibles, Logan held up his other hand to calm
him. "Don't move." Carefully he cut it off and let the metal drop,
clanging heavily as it hit the floor.
He watched the alien pick up the pieces, try to bend them to no avail,
then hold out a piece as if to ask for another demonstration. Logan
flicked a claw out quickly, a blur of motion that sliced the metal like
butter. He then began to hack at the glove on his other hand as he
"Since neither of us can fly, we need to find another way up there.
Ororo's alone and I can't hear her."
"Rrorrooo." The alien pointed up and Logan nodded.
"Come." He motioned with a jerk of his head as he shredded the last of
the metal glove. Now with both sets of claws out and an unknown, but
strong, ally behind him, Logan was ready to take on anything in order to
get Ororo out of this place.
*The End, Chapter 5*
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