Standing in blue and yellow suits, the small group looked to the dark jet which was standing in the hangar, it completely dwarfed them and left them standing it its slight shadow.
“Where's Hank?” Raven asked after a few seconds of silence, each in turn they looked down the line to her. It was a simple question. The one person who they were meant to meet wasn't here.
“I'm here.” A voice said from the other end of the hangar. Slowly but surely a figure slowly walked forwards, its boots making the slightest of noises against the ground.
“Hank?” Charles asked truly confused, his confusion wasn't his alone, everyone else looked equally confused and baffled.
“It didn't attack the cells. It enhanced them. It didn't work.” Hank said sounding truly dejected as he looked to the floor. His now yellow eyes flicked up briefly to look at the people in front of him before looking back down at the floor. The serum he had tried had had an outstanding effect on him. His skin had been changed to the colour blue, though now it was more like the skin of an animal. Tufts of blue hair had sprouted along his arms, up his neck and taken over where his hair used to be.
“Yes it did, Hank,” Raven said while moving forwards slowly and putting a hand to his cheek. “Don't you see? This is who you were meant to be. This is you. No more hiding.” Raven said firmly and surely, Hank looked like he half believed her yet snapped back to reality when Erik patted him on the arm.
“Never looked better, man.” Erik had said simply and rather earnestly.
In retort he suddenly found Hank's hand around his throat, clutching onto him tightly, Erik let out a struggled noise as he was slowly lifted up. “Don't mock me.”
“Hank?” Charles said seriously from further down the line. “Hank, put him down immediately, please? Hank?! Hank!” Charles persisted and eventually his words had got through, Erik was promptly let go off and fell to the floor on his knees. He pushed himself up to one and knelt struggling to catch his breath back. Everyone looked to him then to Hank who was looking down on him rather simply.
“I wasn't,” Erik said through struggled breaths as he looked up at Hank with narrowed eyes.
“Even I’ve gotta admit, you look pretty badass. I think I've got a new name for you.” Alex said while turning and crossing his arms and looking Hank up and down. “Beast,” Hank just looked at Alex before letting out a low growl, whether this was in agreement or not wasn't a known thing.
“Are you sure you can fly this thing?” Sean piped up suddenly bringing the conversation back to why they were here.
“Of course I can, I designed it.” Hank said while turning and leading the way to the jet.
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Flying. Flying in a jet which was travelling at high speed quickly out did the aeroplane which bought her over to America, and it vastly out did her own power in flight. Margo, sat clutching onto the seat she was strapped into. This was horrible. Why did flying have to always be so traumatic? Unless it was just her, using her own powers, she was fine. But being strapped into a shuttling ton of metal...it made her shudder. Truly, shudder. Shutting her eyes she took a deep breath and opened her eyes when the jet made a slow turn to the side.
“It looks pretty messy down there,” Hank said, from the cockpit he had more than a brilliant view of the situation and the positions of the ships.
Sitting straighter in the chair, Charles slowly reached up and place two fingers to his temple. Shutting his eyes he concentrated and managed to get into the mind of a man who was on board one of the ships down below. No sooner had he got into the mind was he quickly kicked out of it with courtesy of Azazel who had turned and kicked the male. As far as being shut out of a mind went, that was definitely one way to go.
“The crew of the Aral Sea are all dead. Shaw's been there.”
“He's still here. Somewhere.” Erik said sounding slightly shocked and in disbelief.
“He's set the ship on course for the embargo line.” He said deciding not to retort to Erik's words, but to state the information he had found out while looking slowly over to Moira who sat looking at the radar and monitors in front of her.
“If that ship crosses the line, our boys are going to blow it up. And the war begins.” Moira said while looking over.
“Unless,” Charles paused to frown lightly. “They're not our boys.” He stated the obviousness which had slowly dawned on him. There was silence then again in the jet as it slowly circled above. Inhaling deeply Charles shut his eyes and managed to get into the mind of a man who was on one of the other ships. He made the man walk away from his position and walk over to a control panel and push a button. From the deck of the ship a missile was suddenly launched. It went hurtling up into the air with fire trailing behind it. The only problem with this was that its course was not only heading towards another Russian ship, but also towards the jet.
Hank looked to the missile and turned the controls. “Hold on!” He called out as startled noises happened behind him. The jet made quite a sharp turn onto its side which caused everyone to grip onto their seats or to get pushed further into them depending on what side they were sitting on. From this the jet did a full barrel and the floor suddenly became the ceiling. While the jet successfully managed to escape the path of the missile, the ship wasn't so lucky. In seconds it had the missile slamming into it. The ship erupted into fire, metal buckled and decking was torched from the extreme heat.
“A little warning next time, Professor.” Hank said while looking over his shoulder and into the cabin.
“Sorry,” Charles said while looking to his side, Raven sat clutching onto her seat. “Are you all right?”
Sean who was sitting beside Raven just looked at him with a wide eyed expressing. “Yeah...” He didn't sound so sure as Raven let out a quiet murmur of an answer and a nod of her head.
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(A/N: So much for being MIA cos of work. I managed to quickly write this yesterday before the thunder storms kicked in and wiped out my electricty and internet xD)
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FanfictionThere is a rare – border lining non-existing – understanding on those who have developed mutations. Skill sets which far outdo and exceed the norm of everyday humans. Being institutionalised was the answer to Margo Barrett's parent's prayers. Only...