Layla

Chapter Twelve: The Truth

A large metal door stood tall in the hall that Jean, Scott, and Kurt had lead everyone too. The metal doors peeled apart as they got closer, revealing the aircraft that Jean, Scott, and Kurt had seen. Hank stepped further inside, his mouth hung open, and he looked at the aircraft in awe. The building was dimly lit and lights were strung in rows across the ceiling looking similar to a runway that lead the large helicopters outside. To the side behind the cement columns were more of the helicopters that had been parked in their designated spot. Dim lights lit each column highlighting the number that was assigned to them. While the room was warm, a chill drifted in the air that was blowing in from the tunnel behind the helicopter.

"Wow." Peter gasped as he looked at the helicopter in awe.

"Nice." Hank smirked.

The helicopter was big and stood tall in the middle of the building. It's large wings were extended outward prepared to take off and soar through the sky. Orange details lined its side, and the exterior of the cockpit.

"Hey, Hank, you think you can fly this thing?" Raven asked turning to him.

"Yeah, I can figure it out." Hank nodded as he nervously rubbed his hands together.

Layla flicked her eyes to an intrigued Scott, who was standing in front of the gray containers. The containers weren't very big, but each of them stood tall, lined beside each other. There was something inside of the containers, but Layla couldn't see because the covering was blurred. Her eyes darted to the white lettering above, hoping it would tell her what was inside, but it was only numbers. Scott opened the containers, and the screens rolled up, revealing suits.

"Hey, guys. Flight suits." Scott informed everyone.

Layla's eyes sparked with excitement when she saw the suits. She could feel the excitement rushing through her veins.The suits were made of black leather and trimmed with silver. There were black leather boots to go with it, and all Layla wanted to do was jump out of Peter's arms, and throw the suit on. However, the throbbing pain on her side brought her back to reality, informing her she was still wounded, trying to heal. Layla lightly tapped Peter's shoulder asking him to let her down. Peter looked down at her, tilting his head, silently asking her if she was sure.

"Please." Layla whispered.

Reluctantly, Peter set Layla down on her feet, but he kept one arm wrapped around her waist, and the other on her shoulder. The world still spun for Layla, and she was grateful that Peter was still holding on to her. Her legs felt weak still, but she had a bit more energy than she did inside that prison. Layla leaned her body against Peter, standing as best she could, while she listened to Raven and Hank.

"You got your war plane. Let's go to war." Raven said in a firm tone.

Hank nodded, and Raven grabbed a suit.

"Just like the project you were telling me about?" Layla asked Hank, grinning.

"Yeah, but last I remember, you didn't want to join." Hank said arching a brow.

Layla shrugged. "I still don't, but Charles needs help. Who knows, maybe this will change my answer." Layla said, yanking a suit down from its hanger, after Peter got his.

Peter arched a silver brow looking at her with quizzical eyes.

"What are you doing?" Hank asked in a firm tone, cocking his head to the side.

"Getting ready for the fight." Layla said matter of factly.

"Layla you're wounded. You're body is still trying to heal there's no way you're going to fight." Hank said looking angry.