Remy didn’t know what was going on and he didn’t care, he knew this was his chance.
At the door they had taken his staff and his cards but with a talent like his, weapons were everywhere.
He grabbed a discarded bottle from the floor as chaos roared around him. He could now here the sound of automatic gunfire over the music that was somehow still being blasted into the air. He barely needed to concentrate anymore as he tapped the latent kinetic energy hidden in its molecules. If Remy had actually been able to see the atoms he would have seen them starting to weaken in fundamental ways while they moved, starting to leak potent and volatile energy. All they need to finally collapse and explode was a catalyst.
Being thrown at a wall worked nicely.
When the bottle hit the wall the molecules broke apart with a bang. Enough concussive force was released that if it had been thrown at a person they would have at least lost a piece of their bodies. As it was it only made a fist sized hole in the concrete.
“Guess I need something bigger,” he mused. Right then he was tackled from behind and driven into the floor, a couple of bodies holding him down.
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“What the fuck is going on?” Merci asked even though it was insanely obvious what was happening.
“Think the parties been crashed,” Rogue drawled as they huddled under her bone shield. Whatever it was they were using didn’t seem to affect her bone powers and she was grateful for that as the barrage went on.
“Fucking impossible! All that security and meeting way down here-,” Merci went on for a bit but Rogue was barely listening. She was concentrating on deciding when to move, because eventually they would have to. Not only were they really conspicuous but if Storm really was part of this group then she would recognize the bone shield right away and not hesitate to blow it apart.
“I think Storm is here,” she finally said, interrupting Merci’s indignant rant. The tinks on her shield had stopped but now she was hearing gunfire.
Merci slumped and rolled her eyes at the same time. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”
“Nope. Was a tornado took out the door I think. Didn’t you see the lightning?” Rogue asked thinking of the angry bolts that had swarmed the ceiling and walls.
Merci grunted and admitted, “thought it was just a really cool light show…”
“The gosh darn DOOR was blown off its hinges!”
“I was busy!” Merci huffed.
Rogue rolled her own eyes. “Were there one or two of ‘em?”
Thinking back to how after the dance her two guys had dragged her into a corner and started taking off her clothes Merci said, “well it started out with two but you know how a crowd can gather.”
“No I don’t,” Rogue said evenly.
Merci looked up at her and said seriously, “you could if you let it.”
“Not the time, Merci,” Rogue ended it. “You ready to move?”
With a coy smile Merci said, “I’m always ready!”
“Let’s go!” Rogue said pulling the shield back into herself quickly, both girls shot to their feet. Far in the back of Rogue’s mind she knew this might be a hopeless situation. All around her vampires and hunters were fighting but it was obvious the hunters were winning. They commanded the only exit and were slowly corralling their enemies to the back of the huge space, to corner and kill them.
Wolverine had drilled into his students that whenever you knew your enemy expected you to act one way, always do the other. Vampires with their arrogance would always fight if they could and only retreat as a last resort. Rogue wasn’t so vampire yet as to see that was a dumb idea in this case.
Merci was actually moving to the front with a feral smile when Rogue grabbed her and dragged her to the mostly deserted back.
They arrived just in time to see Remy throwing his charged bottle at the wall and creating his less than stellar hole.
“He’s a mutant,” Rogue thought a split second before she heard a high whine approaching from behind her. If she hadn’t been a vampire Remy LeBeau would have died that night. With ghastly speed Rogue spun to see the small rocket grenade soaring towards the back wall, all the vampires having dived out of the way. Without thought she gripped Merci tighter and threw them both at the Cajun’s back, tackling him to the ground. The grenade just missed them and hit the back wall exploding with a deafening roar.
Debris rained down on the three, chunks of rock pelting them as they choked on a cloud of concrete dust.
“V
as-te-faire foutre,” Remy chocked out coughing from the dust and two girls lying on top of him. Neither of them knew what he said or cared as they coughed with him.
When the dust had cleared a little they saw that what had been a modest fist made by Remy was now a huge hole two feet deep and still crumbling around the edges.
“Can you finish blasting that hole through to the otha’ side?” Rogue finally chocked out her accent thickening.
Remy didn’t bother asking questions as everything in his mind was bent towards getting out of this death trap of a party.
“Maybe if it’s not too thick,” he said as they all struggled to their feet. “I’ll need some heavier t’ings to charge,” he added. He didn’t totally understand it but he knew that the heavier and denser something was, the stronger the explosion. He thought it was possible to charge the wall itself and detonate it but had never tried and wasn’t sure he could localize it to one place. If the whole wall blew, made from dense rock as it was he could kill everybody,
“Well ya got lots ammo lying around,” Rogue drawled, flicking a dismissive hand down at the ground, not taking her eyes off the battle in front of them. The music had finally been cut off somehow and now only the sounds of battle were beating the air. Even though the vampires fought fiercely they were slowly being pushed back towards the three.
Remy looked around and saw what she meant. When the wall was hit great chunks of cement were blown out. Different sizes littered the ground, all the “heavier t’ings” he could need.
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Ever since the time he thought he had lost Whistler and rampaged through Deacon Frost’s building Blade hadn’t killed a human. To this day he secretly felt guilt for it even though he knew they had no doubt murdered for reasons even less understandable then food. Still, he hadn’t killed a human since.
Right now he was in dangerous peril of falling off that wagon.
He and Storm had reached the blown apart door way just in time to see Rustle Manchester shoulder some kind of rocket launcher and aim it at the crowd.
Both Storm and he shouted at the same time “No!” Ororo adding “you idiot!” while Blade added “you motherfucking dumbass!”
Manchester either didn’t hear or didn’t care as you hit the trigger and gave a joy filled whoop as the grenade was spat from the launcher and soared for the milling vampires.
Both Storm and Blade had the same reasons for thinking it was the stupidest thing they had seen lately. With a vampire’s reflexes a launched grenade was a slow moving target to them and while they held no allusions that humans might die tonight they had wanted to minimalize those deaths. The serum filled needles they had rained didn’t kill humans but a hurled explosive would.
They watched as the huge crowd seemed to open up like a wave to let the projectile through. Blade managed to catch a quick glimpse of two girls tackling a boy to the ground before they could be hit. The boy and maybe the girl with the shorter hair were human. He lost sight of them when the crowd closed but the huge cloud of dust and rock that shot into the air was clear as day.
“
So much for no casualties,” he thought to himself as he strode forward.
Manchester was hooting like he’d killed them all with that one shot instead of just possibly killing two innocents. Blade simultaneously took out his gun out and started firing automatic rounds, killing several, and grabbed the launcher out of Manchester’s hands even as the idiot was trying to reload it.
Manchester opened his gob to say something when Blade whipped off his glasses and gave the Irish his most dangerous look, silently telling him if he had something to say, he’d be saying it to his own colon.
Manchester wasn’t that stupid. He shut up.
Storm breathed a little easier stepping into the room. They were still underground but the chamber was vast and high. She resisted the urge to take to the air as she normally would have in the days when she had been an X-man. The plan here was not to make herself a target and rain destruction but just to push the crowd back.
The tall woman raised her hands and the air bent to her will, roiling into a violent gale she slammed into the crowd of killers, pushing them back even as the rest of the hunters poured round after round of silver bullets into them. Even so she kept her eyes moving over the crowd, searching for that one familiar face in the crowd.
Looking for Rogue.
She prayed to her Goddess that a stray bullet didn’t kill the girl.
Storm wanted that pleasure for herself.
