Control: An X-Men Adventure and Wolverine Romance

Collapse of the Dam

Unsure what was taking place and adrift in a sea of unfamiliarity, I did what I could to calm the children. There was a sudden shudder, strong enough that I felt the floor shift under my feet a little - much like a minor earthquake. It was faint enough that anywhere else it probably wouldn't have been so noticeable - only we were inside an enormous hydroelectric dam. In all my time as a captive here I had never felt anything like it. Worse still there came a distant rumbling sound.
"Something very bad is happening" said Jean, her eyes suddenly full of panic, as though she could sense it too.
We gathered up the children and hoped that Storm and Kurt could free Charles any moment now. My body was screaming at me to run, to get out of this cursed place.

Before we knew what had happened, there was a sudden, much more violent tremor. Enough that the floor actually jolted beneath us, and a crack opened up in the tunnel wall. My heart sank. Jean was right, something was very wrong. The door to cerebro remained closed but suddenly Kurt materialised in front of it holding the professor and with Storm by his side. There was a series of enormous crashes and the scraping of metal from inside the chamber. The cracks in the tunnel were growing by the second and the rumbling sound was getting louder and louder. Some of the children began to cry and scream.

"Run, run to the spillway. We have to get back to the jet!" commanded Storm.

We all ran for our lives.

As Scott and I swept up the two smallest kids, Kurt carried the professor, and Storm helped keep Jean upright on her injured leg, we poured into the atrium of the spillway.

"Trust me, you don't wanna go that way." A familiar voice rang out.

With a slash of metal claws which shredded the control for the spillway door - sparks flying everywhere - the enormous door began to draw closed. The rumbling was almost deafening now, we could all feel the vribrations and water thundered into the spillway tunnel. The doors clamped shut right as it hit them, sending an enormous jet of water shooting through before, thankfully, they held the wave back. Everyone was grateful to see Logan, but we did not have time to stand around contemplating how we had almost all just drowned. Instead we followed him out of the nearest exit into the snow.

He also picked up one of the kids who was struggling to walk. We all stumbled forwards in a panic. The adults were fully aware that the dam was going to fail, espescially now that the spillway could not relieve any of the pressure.
By some miracle one of the teens managed to pilot and land the group's jet to our location, meaning we did actually have a hope of escape.

We all piled in and they began buckling kids into their seats in the passenger section at the back. Logan dipped out of sight for a while as the other adults were prepping the jet's systems and getting the professor to his seat - unfortunately his wheelchair had to be abandoned in our escape. It seemed like I was going to be sat in the back with the kids as all the seats in the flight deck would be occupied. Logan was last up the ramp, handing over his kid to one of the teens.

"See kid, you fit right in," he gestured to me, with the young children in their seats all around me.
My anger was quickly bubbling up to the surface. I tried my best to push it down and suppress it.
"Very funny, I'm just glad to be out of that place," I muttered darkly.
"If you promise not to try and kill me again, maybe the professor will let you stay," he chuckled.

This made me snap, glancing behind me to the kids before roughly pushing him back out into the hall. I bashed my hand against the switch that brought the door to their room sliding down - I didn't want them to see our impending argument.

"How can you laugh at this? You saw what Stryker did to me, to us," I gestured to the kids, "you just left, you ran after Stryker on you own personal quest for revenge and everyone almost fucking died."
He was silent but I still wasn't finished.
"Well, almost everyone, because I probably would have fucking survived and had to watch them all drown. Maybe I could have saved one or two, maybe... I don't even know if I can fucking die!"
The words poured out of my mouth like the water raging down the spillway.
His expression became a sober one.