Hell Hath No Fury

Hell Hath No Fury Chapter Three
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *sends calm, clear voiced energy * Readers/Reviewers: Still Shkspr1048’s idea and Wriggle’s “challenge” behind this so…taa daa! Sorry it’s taking so long but between a ton of other fics and RL, it might be a few days between updates.



Kitty blinked, rooted to the spot. Her entire life, she had been told such things did not exist, that the idea of demons was strictly a myth, a story told by people before they understood why bad things could happen like illness or murder. _They said they same things about mutants, too, didn’t they? _ She swallowed hard, her suddenly dry throat burning with the effort. The demon stepped into the pool of yellow light cast by the overhead lamp and quirked a brow at her. “You okay?” he rumbled.
Logan clamped his hand over her mouth just before the scream erupted. “She’s fine,” he snarled. “Put the kid down and back away. Now.”
Hellboy sighed and lowered Kurt to the ground. “Better?”
“Not really,” Logan growled, removing his hand slowly from Kitty’s mouth. He could feel Jean probing his thoughts and shut her out firmly. “Who are you?”
“You’re the one trespassing. I’m the one who gets to ask questions.” He stepped over the prone form of the slight youth, narrowing his eyes at the intruders. It was one thing to be awakened from a perfectly good nap and quite another to find one’s self in the midst of what seemed to be an apparent kidnapping. “I’m not letting you at him.”
Logan eyed the stone hand at the demonic man’s side and glanced back up at his face. “You don’t want to start this, bub.”
Kitty tried to find her voice, not succeeding until the second attempt. “Logan, don’t hurt him!” She was looking past the red man to the blue teenager. “I don’t think he’s…I think he’s sick!”
Logan opened his mouth to snap but followed the direction of her gaze. “Okay, Half Pint. You know what to do.”
“No, I don’t,” she began, but it was too late. Logan surged forward, hands fisted at his side in preparation. The demon man sighed roughly and started towards the other man. Kitty yelped and phased, Logan passing through her.

Jean ran her fingers agitatedly through her hair, closing her eyes as she counted to ten in the hope of calming herself. “He’s blocked me. No surprise…” With another rough sigh, she hissed, “Damn it!”
Scott shook his head. “No two ways about it. I’m not leaving them here. We’re going in.”
“And just how are we going to manage that, Fearless Leader?” Bobby kicked at a clump of grass and sighed. “This is ridiculous. Let’s just go in! Scott, you can blast the doors…”
Rogue made an impatient noise low in her throat. “And why don’t we just get a Bat Signal while we’re at it? tin’tin’ the doors is just gonna scream ‘Nope, no mutants here!’.”
Emerging from the Black Bird, Storm, followed by Jubilee and Amara intoned sternly, “Stop arguing. This gets us nowhere. The fact remains Kitty and Logan are still inside with him.” She eyed them all carefully, “We do not leave team members behind.”
Scott looked properly horrified. “That wasn’t even a suggestion!”
Before an argument could truly begin, Jean inhaled sharply, her eyes going wide and fingers flying to her temples. “Someone knows we’re out here.”
“Well, duh,” Jubilee muttered. “We’re being loud as anything and Logan’s probably inside killing something. Or someone.”
Jean ignored her, her eyes fixed on some point her friends could not see. Someone was in her head, showing her things. Logan and a large, red demon, locked together arm in arm. Kitty was behind them, trying to drag a blue, elfin creature—human, Jean corrected herself—with her arms looped around his chest. She could not hear anything but the vision was so clear she almost tried to call out to Kitty to stop, to wait and let her help. _What are you doing here? _ the eerily calm voice asked in her head. _This is government property. Remove yourselves at once. _
Jean looked at her friends near-frantically. They showed no sign of having heard the voice. They were murmuring in low tones about the best way into the building, who’s power would be least objectionable and most useful, and how to do it fast and easy. She willed herself not to throw up her shields automatically at the intrusion and replied. _Those are our friends, our teammates. Let us in to get them out and we’ll leave. _
There was long pause but she knew he had heard her. The channel between them was still open. She could no longer see the fighting but she knew he was watching it. Finally, she felt rather than heard his sigh. _We wish to speak with you, telepath, and your friends. Come where I show you. _ And with that, the connection was severed and Jean felt silence flood her mind.
“What’s wrong?”
She jumped at Scott’s voice so close to her ear. Her eyes a little wide, she murmured, “We’re being let in. They wish to talk to us.”
“They? Who are ‘they’?” Amara demanded.
Storm simply nodded. “Easier than what we were planning…or rather not planning.” She glanced at the younger team members and asked Jean quietly, “Did they identify themselves? Could you read anything?”
“Just what he wanted to show me. Logan and a…a demon,” she trailed off, realizing how odd it sounded. “And Kitty with the guy we’re supposed to be rescuing. At least I think it’s him.” She frowned. Surely, the Professor would have told them if they were being sent after a huge, red demon. Right?
Jubilee made a noise that sounded somewhere between a scream and a squeak, clutching at Bobby’s arm. Rogue simply stared. Jean, Scott and Storm followed their wide gazes to see a man emerging from the side of the building, or at least what seemed to be a man of some sort. He looked distinctly ichthyoid, replete with fins around his jaw and skull, pale greenish blue skin and, Jean was not quite sure but she thought she saw webbing on his hands. Storm stepped forward and held out her hands pacifically. “Let us have the boy and we will leave without further disturbing you.”
The man glanced at her then away, his eyes resting on Jean. _The doctor would like to see all of you. Now. _