Murdersphere Mosaic [ManXMan] [BoyXBoy]

Chapter 6 Part 6 X-Factor

Sidereal presences crowd into the room. Cameras are ordered to positions.

Cyclops almost skids past the door, grabbing onto the doorjamb to stop himself.

"Look, this was an accident." I am already saying. I raise my hands. "I surrender."

He shoots me. The beam of ruby-colored, cold force, rapidly heating as it drags over my skin, ripping away my shirt.

Professor X's presence settles into the room, thick and oppressive.

I get a glimpse into Cyclops' mind and I mutter. "Oh shit, Cerebro."

"Why can't I get into your mind?" Professor X demands.

Because I have a better mechanic than you. I think.

"Classified." I reply. "I just want my diploma and go home. I won't even ask that Cyclops replace my shirt.

Professor X answers with an attack, a psionic assault that drives me to my knees screaming.

And then I realize... no buzzing sense of danger.

I hear a brief *bamf* and I smell sulfur, and sense two more minds.

Danger crawls over my skin.

Cyclops stops blasting, and I tip forward from the sudden lack of pressure. And then he fires... harder... maybe even full bore, just as a fist made out of metal smashes into the center of my back suspending me between two monstrous impacts.

I know I make some kind of sound, a scream or something, because where the impacts strike me, black bruising blooms, spreading out over my exposed skin as blood vessels and skin cells rupture. My bones creak, fracturing, my structural integrity field flickers.

I see in their minds. "That should kill him."

There is an edge of ego to their decision-making: Professor Xavier wants to give me to Magneto for interrogation. Storm is enroute to the basement and Rachel is calling Magneto.

With Blink's power, he'll be here any minute.

Colossus, seven foot five inches of beautiful Russian man made out of a gleaming steel alloy and  dressed like a San Antonio male stripper, punts me across the room and through a wall.

"Dammit Peter, you spoiled my shot!" Cyclops grouses.

I need to stop wool gathering. I tell myself.

A German accented voice responds. "I will bring him back Cyclops."

The world slows down as my perceptions accelerate. I roll off of the floor, taking notice of the bloody bruising on my torso starting to recede. I run out of the room through the nearest wall in the approximate direction of the hallway Cyclops is in, rewarded by the brief crash of metal and a walkway to freedom.

Cyclops catches me in the head, blinding me momentarily and snapping me around in a circle. I slam to the floor.

I hear the *BAMF* behind me, opposite Cyclops.

The floor plasticizes at my touch, conducting my telekinesis through the metal floor and a welt of steel springs up between Cyclops' legs.

I am trying to pull my blow, but I know I hear his pelvis fracture and a scream is torn from his throat.

Professor X attacks again and again Orai's hack job saves me.  Although I am bleeding a bit from the nose, I am not distracted. I turn my telepathy on Colossus and I switch my image in his sensory feed, for the fuzzy, pointed eared guy with three fingers and three toes and pointy ears behind him.