Chapter Six- Preparation

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The Professor had decided that it was probably a good idea for them to prepare for the oncoming siege. By increasing the control and extent of their powers, they had a better chance of rescuing Wanda and bringing her back alive.

Scott stood in the middle of one of the school's back fields. He raised his visor, a bright jet of glowing red heat shooting towards the target. It missed, hitting a tree instead and obliterating it. Scott flicked his visor back down and winced at the carnage he'd made.

"Sorry!" he yelled. The Professor sighed.

"Why is it that you always manage to destroy my trees?" he muttered, before raising his voice. "It's fine, Scott. Try again." Scott nodded and raised his visor once more. The target exploded.

"Congratulations!" the Professor beamed. Scott grinned. "Ororo? Care to have a go?" The white haired girl nodded, making her way to the field. Another target was set up.

"Okay then..." Storm closed her eyes, rising several feet in the air as she concentrated. The wind became more forceful, growing strong enough to move the small group of mutants huddled together for protection. The winds twisted and turned, carrying with it leaves and grass, until it solidified into a hurricane. Lightning snaked along the storm, like a master forcing the landscape into submission with an electric whip. Screams could be heard from the mansion as the twister grew in size. It raged towards her target, destroying everything in it's path. And then it was gone, the target scattered around the grounds.

"Bit overkill, don't you think?" Scott called. Storm blushed.

"Sorry, I got a bit carried away there," she bit her lip, eyeing the ripped ground and devastated landscape. "Sorry."

"It's perfectly alright, Ororo," the Professor shook his head, seemingly resigned to the fact that his beautiful gardens would never be as pristine as he'd have liked. "Peter?" he turned to the boy. "Would you like to try?" Peter shrugged, speeding to the middle of the field as Hank replaced the target.

Peter cocked his head at the target, drumming his fingers against his legs. Thinking. As a speedster, he didn't have lasers storms to destroy his target. He'd have to resort to thinking outside the box.

Raising one arm, he pointed a clenched fist towards the target, and began to vibrate his arm. As he picked up speed, white tendrils of electricity licked over his body. He opened his hand, and a glowing fork of lightning cracked forwards, disintegrating the target. The others gaped at him.

"How long have you been able to do that?!" Jean exclaimed. Peter shrugged.

"Wanda and I were trying to work out some new moves while I was at home. Before, when I got angry or upset or scared or whatever, anything electrical would go crazy. Didn't take long to work out why. After that, all I had to do was vibrate, which was what I was doing before when I got mad, if unintentionally," he explained

"Well, that could certainly come in useful!" the Professor smiled. "Now, time for lunch!"

"Good!" Scott grumbled. "I'm starving!"

"You're always starving!" Kurt exclaimed. Everyone laughed. Peter just smiled weakly as they headed inside.

They were nearly there when Peter began to get a pounding headache. He shook his head, trying to clear it, but it only got worse. It was pressing behind his eyes, like there was an expanding balloon inside his head. The pain was unbearable. He began to make out words... he knew that voice; he'd grown up with it. It was

"Wanda!" Peter gasped, his knees buckling as the pain overwhelmed him. He felt a strong pair of arms catch him before he hit the ground, supporting his head as he closed his eyes, concentrating.

"Peter!" Wanda's voice was muffled, like he was hearing her through water. "Peter!"

"Wanda!" he shouted, trying to block out the bombardment of concerns. "Where are you?"

"Mountains... it's freezing! You... to remember... nine...sixteen!" Wanda's voice was fading.

"What?" Peter clenched his eyes as tight as possible, clinging onto Wanda's voice. It was like a television that wasn't tuned in properly.

"I'm... nine... sixteen," Wanda's voice was nearly indiscernible.

"We're coming, Wanda!" he desperately tried to reassure his sister. "I promise! We're coming to get you!" But she was gone. Peter slumped back. His eyes were going blurry and darkness was beginning to creep in at the edges of his vision. He and Wanda had always been able to communicate effortlessly before, it had always seemed natural. The difficulty now, and how draining it was, pointed to some kind of inhibitor trying to block their connection. It's a good thing their link was stronger than most realised.

"Peter?" Erik's voice reached his ears. "Peter? Can you hear me?" Peter's head dropped forwards. He felt the arms- Erik's arms, he sluggishly realised- pick him up before darkness set in.

A/N: I got my first votes! Thank you guys so much for reading! It really means a lot to me!

Aight, enough of the gushy stuff now. Not much for the A/N this time. See you soon 🤟🏻

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