The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
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The Devil and the
Chapter Sixty (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…
*G* InterNutter,
TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are wondermous for archiving/hosting!
that stops me, lol. ;)
The flying devil monkeys are on the way…
Readers/Reviewers: This is a looooooooooong
chapter compared to the others. This one
will take care of the Sentinels, I hope, lol, and then about five chapters of
smut. Yep, smut.
It was
happening so fast but it seemed as if time stood still.
crying but she could not—it was grating, cutting through her already muddle
thoughts and piercing her deeply. She
wanted to scream along with the baby but instead strode over and picked her up,
the absence of the until then continuous thudding from above and around them
making the wail all the more keen in her ears.
“Somebody shut her up,” she demanded, holding the baby at arm’s
length. “I can’t stand it!”
Storm did
not change expression as she took Solange from Amara and tucked her securely
against her hip. “This sounds cruel but
I’m going to put her in the hall closet, bundled and swaddled.
those things as far from the house as possible.”
Amara
nodded but did not respond verbally.
Rahne reentered from the study, wearing something she had found in one
of the closets and probably belonged to Firestar or
Emma at one point. The sleeves were too
long and everything else was too tight.
“Would be easier as a wolf,” she muttered, flapping the loose fabric
hanging from her hands.
“Now,” a
smooth voice replied, “we go outside.”
“
starting to think you’re following us.”
She was grateful for his presence, though, because it meant one more
person on their side.
“And I’m
starting to think that we’re being pushed together by someone else.”
his pale shoulders, his shirt hanging from him raggedly.
we had not heard of, calling herself Camille…
you. You are surrounded.”
Storm
nodded, her worst fears realized. “Caliban, if you
would be so good as to help me gather my charges…”
Pietro
groaned as his vision cleared. “Dude,
stop it,” he finally managed. “You got
me.”
“Sorry.
Butterfingers,” Kurt lilted, yanking the curtain ties binding Pietro’s wrists
unnecessarily roughly. “I didn’t think
your head was that close to the countertop.”
He stood, towering over the blond teenager, and bared his teeth in an
unconscious show of aggression.
“Pietro,” he continued in a more menacing tone, “just so you know, I’m
not going to untie you when whatever those things are come through the outside
walls.”
Pietro
stared back calmly. He was trying as surreptitiously as possible to work his
hands free but Kurt had tied the knots so tightly, no slight of hand could
loosen them. “You know,” he replied,
glancing towards the hall from which he had just been dragged, “you can get out
of this. All of you can…
Kurt
clucked his tongue. “Now, now
than vinegar,” he chided. “If you happen
to get free, do me a favor and tell your father to get
fucked, would you?”
Pietro
snarled. “Fuck you, Wagner!”
A
tremendous crash shook the house to it’s very
foundations, so many floors below. Kurt
tasted the bile in his throat and felt his knees go briefly weak as the reality
of the situation hit him anew. “If I
don’t see you again,” he began, but shrugged, vanishing.
“Fucking
hell,” Pietro sighed, jerking against his bonds one more time.
Someone come in here!”
“You’re
late,” Magneto
intoned calmly as Mastermindname="_ftnref1" title="">
emerged from the old cellar door set into the side of the house at ground
level. “Nearly half an
hour.”
“Apologies,”
he murmured, inclining his head slightly.
“There was an unexpected delay…
Tarot
sniffed. “He never did seem very
useful.”
Magneto
smirked. “So young to be so imperious…
come. It’s starting.”
Sentinels begin their work. They were
arrayed in a vague triangle formation, a gaping hole in the front of the house
where the door and windows once stood. A
loose conglomeration of people stood on the front porch, except for the easily
recognizable Storm. She was over them
like an avenging angel, daring anyone or anything to harm her charges.
Scott lost
sight of Jean as the action began. She
disappeared behind an outcropping of shrubbery and never reappeared on the
other side. “Jean!” he shouted, running
forward only to find himself face to face with Fred.
only to run face-first into a heavy, meaty fist.
rear. “Great. Fanfuckingtastic.”
stayed by Fred’s sudden, uncharacteristic lungrwarrward.
between a grunt and an outraged yowl.
“Shut up a
sec,” Fred said ponderously. “Ain’t
nothin’ you need down there. Go ‘round
to the east side. Gonna be safe there.”
Jono,
Forge, and Tabby jogged up, Tabby already readying her balls of plasma in one
hand. “Fred,” Scott breathed, “let me down
now and I won’t hurt you.”
Tabby
narrowed her eyes. “Fred, I’ll tell her if you don’t let him go.” She spread
her fingers and let the balls of energy show brightly before his eyes.
refer to as No Woman’s Land.”
Fred looked
briefly unamused before resuming his normal dull
expression. “Don’t gotta be mean.
breath before continuing, “don’t wanna be inside right now, kay?”
either bravery or stupidity, turned his back on them to lumber away,
_*Tell who?
_* Jono asked lightly as he could.
“Wanda.
shrugged. “Thought he was gonna kill
Toad when he was flirttin’ with her.”
vanished. “Okay.
“Kurt, stay
still!” Storm seriously considered
having lightening strike him to keep him from pacing.
fine! Theresa is fine! They’re in the
basement. It’s safe there.”
“Not if the
house collapses on them,” Rahne pointed out unhelpfully.
someone digs them out.” She did
not add, “same for the others” but it was a
given.
“We don’t have
time,” Wanda announced, swinging onto the porch.
spaces.”
hand as far as she could away from her. “And
if there’s any sort of fire or mass destruction going on in a bit, aim for the
Coup de Ville around back. I don’t have
time for a grand theft auto sentence.”
“Hope that
I get amnesia and forget that,” Storm said dryly.
gray-white. “Sometimes the best defense
is a good offense. Remember what you’ve
learned.”
Kurt was
close to whimpering in worry but he gritted his teeth.
as the Sentinels started forward. “Here
goes nothing…”
Kitty bit
back a yelp as Mystique slapped her face hard.
“Bitch!” she seethed her fingers coming up to cover the red mark on her
face.
Theresa
opened her mouth to scream but found a blue hand clamped over it.
permanently damage your vocal cords.”
Mystique leveled her gaze at Mystique.
“For too long, I’ve worked to attain this life.”
on Theresa and jerking the door open. “What
am I doing?” she muttered, shifting in form and shape, growing smaller until
she appeared as a cat. Kitty blinked at
her but Mystique ran without looking back.
“What the
fuck?” Theresa finally asked after a moment of stunned silence.
“Less
likely to get herself zapped, I guess,” Kitty replied,
equally surprised. “Not even the
Brotherhwoulwould attack a cat running scared.”
silence of something holding it’s breath, something
waiting.
“Our turn
to run,” Kitty replied, holding her side.
“How are you at remembering directions?”
“Pretty
good… I left a trail of breadcrumbs,” she joked uneasily.
“Jamie,”
barked sharply. “Ja>“Jamie!”
The
teenager did not move, did not even seem to breathe as he lay
prone, his eyes rolled back in his head.
Todd uttered a sound near a sob but closer to a growl and nudged him
with his toes. “Dude, come on!”
“Shit,”
sighed. “Fucking god
damn son of a bitch!” He slashed blindly with his claws, striking the
console in his anger. The metal parted
like butter, revealing a nest of useless, dead wires.
move. Blinking rapidly as an idea
formed, he struck again. “No sparks,” he
muttered. “No fucking sparks…”
Emma sighed
and seemed wide awake.
are slow. Put me down, Lance, or I’ll
see to it that you never leave high school.”
Lance had
the good sense not to summarily drop her but rather place her on her feet.
Emma bent
over Jamie, frowning. “It’s a
duplicate. The real one is not here…”
telepathically speaking.” She
turned and began walking rapidly from Cerebro.
“Mastermind has been working on his skills, I see.”
“Master…what?”
leaving the others to follow. Lance and
Todd exchanged glances and trotted behind, Bobby and
John
Emma and back again before scooping him up, dupe or no, and following more
slowly.
distant past. I’ve been trying for ages
to get your attention so either he’s been practicing or you people really are
that dense.” She stopped and frowned.
it to hell.” She sighed.
few minutes while I sort out the inside.”
wondered how she could be so calm. “
anything.”
“I need a
new rug,” Emma smiled thinly. “Go.
Jubilee and
Rogue emerged into a gasping, burning clash of powers.
Firestar at the first sight of the chaos.
another, one voice above all else. It
was as if the end of the world had arrived and they were being dragged down
against their will. “What the Hell,” she
choked.
Jubilee away gently and taking to the air herself, vanishing into the
time. Rogue’s eyes went wide.
a closet, she’s spry,” she managed.
“Anger
management,” Jubilee responded, steeling herself.
“One way or
the other,” she said carefully. “Be
careful.”
“Kick some
ass, chica.”
A/N Am I evil?
Smut tomorrow!
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and Gretel…trail of bread crumbs in the woods… *ahem * Yes, well, lol.