Hell Hath No Fury

Hell Hath No Fury Chapter Two
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“We seem to have aght ght problem…”
Professor Xavier raised a brow at Beast. “That seems to be an understatement. I’ve found where our…brief visitor…has run to. And it’s not pretty.” He held out a sheaf of papers for the doctor to take. “There is an extensive underground for people such as ourselves and word travels fast when something strange is afoot. Especially if that something strange involves a blue, tailed teenager who can teleport.”
Beast flipped through the first few sheets of paper and looked up sharply. “The government has a facility for paranormal research?”
“You honestly didn’t think they were spendin’ six hundred bucks on a hammer, did you ?” Logan asked dryly. He ed hed himself away from the wall and nodded to the Professor. “The kids are getting’ ready to go. Storm’s coming with us.”
Beast felt moved to protest. “Are you sure that’s wise, Charles? Keeping in mind what this facility apparently does… We’re not paranormal but we would make someone’s research paper, surely,” he added in gross understatement.
Professor Xavier smiled blandly. “Hopefully…it won’t come to that.” He glanced meaningfully at Logan.
“Here’s to hopin’.”

Kurt huddled over his knees, bending his back to the rain still falling cold and sharp. He was too tired to move any further—the flight from the strange house had nearly killed him, he knew. It took too much energy to remain that hidden, that silent for so long. Twie hae had nearly been caught before he even made it to the massive front gate, then once more after that. He would not, he told himself, die like a rat rummaging through the trash for food. He would make it to the end. Wherever that was. Three days he had run, three days he had slept where he could, eaten things that should have made him sick to even consider, three days he had tried to remember… Now he was there and he had no idea where there was, other than some circle of hell where it never stopped raining and never warmed above frosty. The gray building seemed to blend into the evening sky, stark and bland, entirely unappealing to the eye or, Kurt thought as he inhaled the tang of decay and chemicals, other senses. It was so quiet, despite the rain falling, that the sound of the Blackbird penetrated Kurt’s senses clearly. “They found me,” he whispered to himself morosely. “Good on them.”

Kitty frowned. “It’s muddy,” she grumbled. “Why does it always get muddy when I wear new boots?”
“Why do you always wear new boots when it gets muddy?” Jubilee shot back, walking past her to join Jean and Bobby. “They’re uniform boots, Kit. Not like you’re gonna wear them to prom ometomething.”
Kitty rolled her eyes. “That’s not the point!” She caught Logan’s glare and cut off the rest of her mud-induced rant. “So I’m with you then?” she asked sweetly.
Logan snorted. “Jean, you take Bobby, Jubilee and Amara, circle north. Scott, take your team and head around the south side of the building. Kitty…” His eyes glinted in a vague amusement now. “You’re getting me inside unnoticed, got it?”
“I live to serve,” she muttered.
Logan bit back a sour laugh and gave some final orders to the two teams. “Remember he’s gonna be scared as Hell. We don’t know what he’s been through and we don’t know what’s going through his mind…yet. He teleports so you’re going to have to be fast and get that collar on him before he disappears on us.”
Scott frowned. “Do we really need to use these things?” he asked, waving the collar disdainfully. “If we want him to trust us, slapping this on him isn’t the best way to go about it.”
“But right now, it’s the only way to keep him from vanishing into thin air again,” Logan replied curtly. “Storm’s waiting with the Blackbird. That’s our regrouping point. Don’t wait around once you’re done-head back and fast. Got it? Good. Let’s get moving.”
Kitty kept pace with Logan as prowled the perimeter of the building. She did not know what he was looking for but she could tell when he found it by the expression on his face. “He did it here,” he muttered. “This seems as good a place as any.”
Kitty licked her lips nervously. “I don’t know if I’m going to short anything out going through the wall…”
“They can bill us,” he snapped. “We don’t have a lot of time here!”
The teenager nodded and straightened her spine. She took Logan’s hand and walked through the cinderblock wall of the anonymous building, stepping into a darkened hallway. She wrinkled hose ose at the smell and felt a pang of pity for Logan’s super senses. “It smells like matches in here!” she whispered.
“Sulfur. It smells like sulfur…” He let go of her hand and peered down the hall, trying to see the end in the darkness. A sudden, very soft scuffling noise made him turn sharply to see Kitty being pulled back into the shadows. “Let her go, Elf!” he snarled, dropping into a crouch automatically.
“Nein,” came the soft reply. “You let me go!”
Kitty’s voice was muffled by Kurt’s hand over her mouth but her rejoinder sounded physically impossible. Logan smirked faintly, moving forward. “You don’t know what you’re getting into here, Kid. This isn’t the place for you. Trust me, I know… Let her go and come with us.”
Kurt inhaled deeply of the warm, safe scent rising from Kitty’s hair and skin. “Nein,” he forced himself to say. “I belong here.” He did not add, ‘wherever here is… ‘ Kitty did not struggle as he held her in the darkness but simply stood pressed against him. “Aren’t you afraid of me?” he asked in her ear. “Doesn’t the demon scare you?”
Kitty rolled her eyes and phased from his grasp. “No. Try harder,” she lied. Logan saw the chance and took it. Kitty phased again and, before Kurt could move very far, Logan leapt. “Don’t hurt him!” she cried as the older man made contact, audibly knocking the wind out of the blue teenager.
“I’m trying!” Logan bit out between clenched teeth as Kurt’s tail landed a solid thwack to his face. “Stop fighting me, Kid!”
Kurt ducked Logan’s grasp, the toll this much exertion was taking on his body already showing. He could not fight much longer and he knew he had to try to escape… Mustering the last of his reserves, he teleported.
“Where did he go?” Kitty gasped. “He can’t just…do that, can he?”
Logan, barely breathing hard, glared at her. “That was teleporting. That was why I was trying to get the damned collar on him!”
Kitty did not have time to respond. A door they had not noticed further down the hall swung open revealing a golden wedge of light. Instinctively, she clung to Logan as a hulking shape emerged into the gloaming hallway, a limp form dangling from his grasp. “This belong to you?”