❌ Nothing Else Matters [ COMPLETED ] ❌

Chapter Twelve

Water is spread out around us as the aircraft maneuvers graceful through the air to the embargo line and the impending warships that wait on either side of the imaginary territory line. Hank hovers above the blueness and opens the cargo doors.

When I saw Hank at the airplane hangar, I couldn't believe what he had done. He had changed so much and only just to try to feel more welcomed into society. Blue fur covered every inch of his body and his teeth became more like fangs and deadly daggers making him seem more like a beast, more like a mutant, than a human.

I truly do feel sorry for him, but then again I am comfortable in my own skin. Erik, next to me, got up with Charles and Sean and went over to the bombay doors, getting ready to send Banshee down to find Shaw's submarine.

"Alex, remember what I told you earlier. Easy your mind and let it take control," I said to him as I felt the wind whip up into my face and brush my hair behind my shoulders. "Don't become angsty or frightened. You are fighting for a reason." He looked over at me and gave an approving smile.

Banshee dropped into the water and I unbuckled myself to go stand next to Erik. I could see Russian battleships and American warships on opposite sides of the water, watching our plane and readying their missiles. Taking my gloves off my hands, I flexed them, getting ready to use my powers.

"He's found him," Charles said as Erik grinned a little at me. "Are you ready for this?" I looked over my shoulder at Alex and Raven who were becoming overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

"Be careful, Erik." I said to him before he stepped out onto the landing wheel. I went back to my seat and strapped on my gun holsters as Moria looked back at me and then at Charles and Erik.

My eyes became blurry and began turning dark as I felt myself going back to the vision I had yesterday. This time I was by Erik's side and looking down at Charles who was laying in the sand, bleeding from a wound. My hand was enveloped in Erik's as I felt my heart pound in my ears and everything become dark again.

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My body was thrown harshly against the interior of the jet as it flipped endlessly across the beach until it finally settled. A groan escaped my lips as I felt my whole body ache from the pummeling I just took.

Hands touched my sides and helped me off the legs I was laid across on. My vision was fragmented and my legs were weak as I felt myself falling to the hard side of the jet below me, but I was caught before I could.

"Are you okay?" I heard Erik ask in the distance as I turned slowly around to pick him out from the moving bodies, though he was standing behind me, holding me up from under my arms.

"Y-yes." I struggled out as my eyes adjusted to the sunlight and the feeling returned to my legs again. My hands reached out for a bar to support me as I walked to the edge of the hole on the side of the up-turned aircraft.