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battery acid; [Josh & Terry]
Topic Started: Sep 5 2010, 10:56 PM (1,437 Views)
Nightcrawler
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It was a lovely afternoon, wasn't it?

Since the proverbial Apocalypse had occurred, Kurt had taken it upon himself to continue Bernard's legacy, maintaining the quaint little non-denominational chapel on the first floor of the mansion. There had to be a bit of work put into it to make it a little more than just a plain walls and boarders. Over time he had fixed it up, repaired all the pews and kept it clean. It was something he had always wanted to do, something that was both meditative and strengthening of his faith. With his tail flicking behind as the processes of his endeavors slowly came to fruition, he removed the nail from his teeth and placed it upon a block of wood, pushing it with his thumb just enough for it to find a hold upon the wood and stick itself at the right angle. It was just barely large enough for him to put his fingers underneath the head, which -- as with most things -- gave him a little handicap when working in crafts. Be it bowling, skiing, or holding nails against wood, his body seemed to work against him. Yet he persevered, unwilling to give up. He could easily hammer a nail as any other man could, three fingers or five.

Besides, the ladies never seemed to mind.

Aiming the hammer, his elvish ears suddenly stung as a piercing, wall-shaking sound penetrated through the mansion. The little box of nails shivered beside his foot and he felt the air in his chest hum. A sensational feeling to be sure, but the origins and purpose of it were a mystery. He knew, however, that a sound such as that was not a good thing. As far as he knew, there were only two capable of causing the air to screech and it was either a Cassidy or a Rourke. Judging by the location of the sound, it was the Rourke. Preparing his eardrums for a bit of damage and hoping to preserve a few windows, the blue demon threw himself into the Brimstone Dimension.

Appearing on a wall behind Santo, Billy, and Theresa in an implosion of air with the characteristic sound of bamf, violet tongues of flame and smoke immediately dissolved with a sulfurous smell. Like a gecko, Kurt clung to the surface of the wall with his feet, his hands reaching out to gently coerce the red-heads mouth to a shut in an effort to spare them all the continuation of the sonic blast.

"Fraulein Rourke," he began in a high tone, the pitch of his own voice raised due to the sonic assault, "I implore you not to shriek like your father's namesake whi--" Kurt was instantly silenced, his molten eyes widened as he saw the sight going on beyond the three students. Fists, kicks, and any random object were being thrown between two other students inside the dorm room. Josh Foley and Julian Keller, both students he might considered troubled, seemed to be trying to kill one another. CDs everywhere on the floor and everything was a wreck, splatter of blood on the floor and wall.

"Gott im Himmel!" Kurt whispered to himself, immediately dropping to the ground and rushing forward, moving the younger ones out of his way. Santo was not exactly something he could move with his own hands, but he tried to ease his lithe figure past the hulking granite student. Even then, a barrier remained between the hallway and the room, static energies filling the space with an impregnable wall. He pushed at it in futility; if Santo could not break through then there was no way he could. So he attempted the alternative method: teleportation.

Disappearing in a burst of smoke and fire, Kurt reappeared in the -- the hallway?

Expecting to orient himself to a new spot, he found himself exactly where he had originally teleported from. Unable to cross the warped line of reality, Kurt threw his burning eyes towards the young reality warper, glaring desperately at the boy. Instinctively caring, Kurt was nigh unable to bare the sight of two students -- two brothers of the mansion! -- trying to kill each other. Julian -- cuffed for God's sakes! -- could not even fight Josh, who still had access to the lethal biomanipulations. Josh could kill Julian if he wanted!

Rushing the boy, the elder mutant gripped the reality warper by the shoulders. Whether Billy could even hear him or not, Kurt had to get in there before those two killed each other, and a little deafness was not going to stop him.

"Billy! You must stop this! Du müss dies aufhalten! Nehmst du die Barriere hinunter!"
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So much… Things had never gotten out of hand like this before. Santo had never had to handle anything like this when one of his friend’s life was in danger. Frantically, the geokinetic looked around the hallway outside the dorm that had turned into a warzone. For once he just wished he could do anything but break things. The world around him was crumbling and all he could do was help it along off of the deep end. He had barely recognized Terry come along. Santo’s brain was one giant clusterfuck of garbage that was spinning out of control. For the first time in a while, he felt helpless. He felt like ever punch he threw would be aimless and never make contact. It was an overwhelming feeling, so many people were yelling at Josh, at Billy, at Terry… at Julian.

Suddenly, all he was asking for was given to him. All he wanted was a mental slap that would reorient him. A scream that would make even the densest of skulls listen up. Clasping his stone ears, after the first second it was enough. He didn’t need it anymore and was about to smack Terry to tell her to shut the hell up.

Mr. Wagner finally showed up after several seconds of screaming. He quieted the fiery red head, and nonchalantly began to speak to her. Santo looked at him in disbelief until he noticed that the blue mutant started to finally understand the entire disaster of a mess. A clusterfuck actually. Finally, some staff to get the entire situation sorted out. It seemed that the entire catastrophe was about to wind down. Santo started to breathe easily as he watched the X-men mentally grasp the situation. Mr. Wagner moved to the field of energy keeping all of the mutants in the hallway out. Santo expected him to do his fancy teleportation thing to show off to Terry. A dark blue puff of smoke and the demon looking mutant was still in the hallway.

If Santo still had a heart it would begin to beat fast again. The incident that was supposed to be controlling, did nothing. As impatient as he was Santo began to pace again looking around at Billy then into the room as the boys continued. Anger and frustration that had been simmering before were now boiling over. The problem was one person, it was not Julian it was not Josh. It was Billy. This would have been over much more quickly had the emo bitch not been blocking the way.

The blue X-men quickly addressed Billy who was obviously the source of the escalation of this fight. However, words only went so far. Santo was pretty darn sure that asking him nicely would not get him to bring the wall down. How ever much Josh was paying Billy to keep this up, it wouldn’t be near enough to pay for all the dental he was going to need when Santo was done with him. Santo stalked over to Billy abrasively moving past the X-men who right now was pretty useless. “Last chance. Bring. The. Wall. Down!” Santo roared as he cocked his fist. Unknown energy coursing through his arm ready to fire his arm as if it were a rocket of stone.
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Elixir
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“I didn’t… fucking…”

What? What was he going to say? He didn't mean to? He didn't know he had done that much damage? More like he didn't give a shit. Julian had come into this school not giving a rat's ass about anyone unless they could do something for him... and even then, he seemed to treat those like shit – most of them. What was he trying to do now? Explain himself? What kind of fucked up explanation could he give that would in any way justify what he had done?

“Idiot.You gonna do it?”

There it was. That cocky, challenging attitude that Keller was famous around the school for. Even when he lay there on top of his broken shit, his head crushed to the floor under Josh's palm, he still tried to put on that macho crap that grated on every fiber of Elixir's being. Josh hated him... god he hated him so freaking much. All he had to do is just end it in the dozens of ways Logan had taught him.

“Come on then, you psychotic little shit.”

A bead of sweat slid down the bridge of Foley's nose and dropped, splashing against the back of the quivering hand that held Julian's head to the floor. His other fist was raised... clenched tight... ready to strike into the side of the arrogant kid's head... teeth gnashing and a mad glint in his eyes.

These are the kinds of people who grow up to be evil assholes. You can put a stop to it before... you can take care of this little problem before it becomes a massive one. It doesn't matter what happens to you... you'll keep any more Tommys from happening. Just do it.

Do it!

DO IT!


Josh suddenly dropped, slamming his fist on the ground as his face stopped a scant inch from Keller's ear as his other hand curled around the boy's head. The knuckles of his free hand were on fire as they dug into the debris on the floor.

“I'm not, but I want you to remember this moment, Keller,” Josh hissed in his ear. “Remember how close you came to me putting you out of your miserable existence. We finally did this, and I came out on top... next time, I-"

He gasped, his hands slapping to the sides of his head as an ear shattering scream erupted. He felt his head crash into the side of Julian's before he rolled off the telekinetic, fingers digging into the sides of his head in an effort to block out as much of the noise that was possible. What...

Terry?
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Colossus had very little in his life that brought him joy these days, and one of those very few things was painting. The straight lines... the mixing of paints... the swish of the brush on canvas... they made him forget about the ugly things in life. There was no blood. No bruises or broken bones. No scent of burnt flesh. All that existed was burnt sienna and prussian blue. He had discovered computer graphics, which was interesting, and he was enjoying finding a new medium for his art, but it would never truly replace oils on canvas. He could create things on the machine that he was happy with, but painting sent him to another place entirely.

And a girl's scream brought him right out of that.

Piotr looked up from his painting, eyes narrowed as he placed his brush on canvas' frame and slowly got to his feet. The voice had screamed something... a word that the Russian had been unable to make out through the countless walls that lined the hallways. He quickened his pace as he headed for the door, jerking it open and looking both ways down the hall.

Suddenly his hands slapped over his ears as a scream erupted from down the halls. Immediately his body shifted, metal overtaking flesh as his mass swelled to a seven-and-a-half foot tall powerhouse. He straightened and began jogging down the hall to see what the problem was, his inner ear now invulnerable to the damage that the scream could cause. His mind, however, was still having a hard time processing the decibel level, still making it mentally painful.

He rounded a corner to see students standing in front of a doorway, with Kurt in the middle shouting at... the Kaplan boy? Siryn was the scream's originator... the redhead along with Santo were with the others in a thin haze of what was likely the aftereffect of Nightcrawler's teleportation. He picked up the pace, running down the hall in order to help his old friend defuse whatever the situation was. He reached them just in time to see Rockslide cock his fist back in a threatening manner. His own metal hand lashed out, grabbing the granite-like wrist before Santo could do something he would regret later.

“Nyet,” Piotr shouted as he sweeped Terry aside in his other arm, pulling her to him in order to get her out of harm's way and break her line of sight with what was going on in the dorm room in question. Billy seemed to be keeping everyone from entering the room, and a single glance was enough for him to understand why.

“This is not for you to handle, comrade,” he said as he gave Terry's shoulder a gentle squeeze of reassurance. “Please leave now. Get some air and settle down.”

He finally turned his eyes to Billy. He said nothing; the look in his eyes was enough.
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There. That big fat fist hovered and dripped, wet with blood and saline. One hand still knotted around Josh’s shirt, Julian breathed heavy and braced himself, nostrils flared in pain and a sharp kind of terror that filled him up and threatened to spill over. Whatever had happened to Josh, whatever he’d seen or experienced or come into contact with, whatever had bent his cells backwards and stained his melanin, it was in his eyes and in his movement and for a moment he was nothing but crazy. Something broke in him. Julian heard himself make a noise, a pre-emptive whine, anticipating the sensation of temporal bone caving and smashing up into his brain, the last few moments of his life full of awkward gargles and a butt-ugly black kid.

Instead of bone, shattered detritus squeaked and crunched beneath Josh’s knuckles, a sliver of plastic chipping off a CD case and embedding into Julian’s cheek. And nothing. The breath he’d been holding rattled through his teeth, blasting against Josh’s neck, the healer close enough to his ear that when the little psycho spoke it was hot and damp and dangerous and the tremor in his voice sounded more like a shudder.

That was just it, wasn’t it? Foley didn’t get it. The pig-faced cunt just didn’t get it. He was on top, and when had that ever been different? No matter what he did or how he acted or how much of an unprivileged loser he was, he was the golden boy, even with ruined skin and a death wish. Through the roiling fog of nausea, Julian felt a stupid burst of fury. After this they’d probably pat the fucker on the back and give him a little gold star and-

-he couldn’t think because everything became a single note so piercing he felt his teeth vibrate in his head. Josh and Julian acted in weird synchronicity, both bucking in shock, hands slamming against ears, Josh’s head cracking against Julian’s before he twisted away and thrashed, Julian too dazed to do little else beyond snarl silently into his elbows, arms scarfed around his skull.

Everything jittered, standing upright on their edges and scrabbling around, suspended in a sonic wave—shards of things splintered in the scuffle tap-dancing across the floor. Glass burst, a cup erupting too close and peppering them with stinging shards.
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He heard her yelling at him to stop them. Fingers knotting white against the wall, Billy glared with such intensity through the gossamer blue barrier he hardly saw anything past it. Her pleas fell at him and rolled off like oil on water. There was no point in trying to reason with her or Santo, not when he’d spent weeks and weeks and weeks treated with the same kind of sneering derision he’d expect of the truly insane, proffered medication and then when he refused it held down and forced it, administered intravenously, told he was crazy until he started to believe it, and then finding a way out and finding nothing and then losing himself in a mad god’s mind. And finally seeing Tommy, finally seeing that dumb face and that messy nest of white hair and that goofy grin of his that looked so absurd, and feeling stricken by that same sense of falling when he’d seen that grin swollen shut because of the arrogant prick inside the bedroom. Terry couldn’t know what that was like.

He heard the crack before he felt it, Terry’s hand meeting his cheek with hysterical force. The slap stung less than his pride. It got his attention, Billy staring at her stunned, faltering at her tears. She looked ready to launch into a verbal assault, red face blotching beneath a copper tangle, lips and shoulders drawn back and Billy opened his mouth to counter whatever she had to say… and she screamed and he skidded, soundwaves slamming him back against the wall. Too close, his eardrums squealed and burst and he screeched, noise lost beneath the sonic incision, hands clawing around his ears.

Something violet and smoky burst out of nothing behind her, a blue hand clamping around her mouth. Mr Wagner? Between Terry’s violent scream and the little clusterfuck in the hallway there was a moment of chaotic confusion. Billy glanced from the teleporter into the room, shaking his head and regretting it immediately when pain arced tightly between one blistered membrane and another. The sides of his head were sticky with sluggish discharge, fingers coming away red, and he swore a few times, faintly hoping his hearing wasn’t permanently damaged.

And then Wagner was grabbing him and shaking him, mouthing word-shapes and burning with the aftertaste of brimstone, and Billy couldn’t hear anything but cold rushing and a resounding trill. Nightcrawler’s voice was muffled. The shielding sputtered, losing consistency, leaking a sickly teal into the surrounding décor. Billy held those intense yellow pits for several long seconds and then averted his gaze, looking away as if suddenly ashamed, sagging under an invisible weight. He felt Colossus staring at him just as hard and said nothing, had nothing to say beyond tired protestation. He made no move to retract the barrier, but as it puttered and snapped and thinned into stringy remnants like a tarnished soap bubble, he didn’t attempt to reinforce it.
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It felt like she was underwater, everything swimming around her in that corridor, the sound of her own scream filling her ears. Terry was mostly immune to her own powers, her sonic abilities couldn’t do damage to her own ears, but apparently if she screamed too hard too long, then her throat would rip up and she’d have a serious case of laryngitis, not that she felt like screaming for two or three hours straight of course. But that didn’t matter right now, all that mattered was that she was watching Josh and Julian, two of her best friends tearing into each other. Tears rolled down her face as she watched, helpless in the corridor. There was a bad smell, followed by a hand clamping over her mouth and the redhead continued to try and scream through the large fingers, barely registering what was happening.

The hand left her mouth as Wagner attempted to teleport into the room, only to instantly appear back in the hallway. Terry’s hand crept up to her mouth as the tears streamed freely down her face, unable to look away from the fight as the barrier still stood, not allowing anyone admittance into the room. “Assist us, O Lord our God and defend us evermore by the might of Thy Holy Cross…” Without even realising what she was doing she started to mumble a prayer. The Irish girl had never been a very good Catholic girl and had often skipped mass when she could, but it was funny the things you remembered and the things you clung to in moments like this.

“…in whose honour Thou makest us to rejoice. Through Christ our Lord…”

Footsteps thundered in the corridor and she felt cold metal against her as a great arm swept her back from potentially getting in the way as Santo brought his arm back threateningly at Billy. Her knees buckled slightly as the big Russian pulled her backwards towards him, holding her tightly and away from the open door of the room so that she couldn’t see what was going on in there any longer, despite the events playing on over and over in her head. He spoke over her and she barely processed the words, helplessly squirming against his arm for a moment until she submitted and instead clung to it.

“No…No I’m not going…They’re my friends…” she said, struggling to keep her voice clear through her tears. “I’m not leaving,” Terry insisted fiercely to Colossus, sniffing and trying to hold her head up the best she could. They’d have to drag her out to get her away…
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The midnight indigo fur of the X-Man stood on end, a rare visage of the demonic mutant showing through with the frustration and desperation of his plea. How any of these children would let this sort of travesty occur within the confines of Institute was beyond Kurt. Were they not taught to act peacefully, retaliate only in defense? Were they not taught that they were among their own brothers of belief and species? How could they go about spitting in Xavier's face like this?! Were Kurt a lesser man, he would have grabbed the reality warper by the shoulders and threw him through a wall. But violence begets violence and Kurt, perhaps one of the greatest advocates of peace in the mansion, would never lay a hand upon the undeserving.

A point needed to be made and if that point required Kurt to fall back on his mother tongue and yell at the top of his lungs right in Billy's face, he'd do it. And he did, aggressively so. Even though he was not sure the words were audible to the boy's ears from being so close to Theresa's sonic assault, the flash of fangs and blatant anger would get the message across. Even as Santo came up beside him, a heavy granite fist raised in Kurt's peripherals threatening the boy, Kurt shifted slightly to keep himself between the two students. Though Wiccan was definitely the target of both Kurt and Santo's attentions, Kurt would not allow another fist to be raised.

An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind. Attacking your fellow when there were alternatives was a testament to restraint.

All the while, Kurt reached out with his senses, his innate attunement with the metaphysical lines of the dimension bordering this one, he unconsciously probed for a weakness in the boarder of reality. Driven by the need to be in the room and solve the needless violence, between his berating Kurt suddenly recoiled back into his previous teleportation, his body disappearing in a plume of smoke.

Instantly he reappeared within the room, taking but a moment to realize the sudden relocation of his person. He threw his molten eyes towards the two boys. Disengaged by Terry's blast, glass shards sent everywhere across the room, they were both strewn upon the floor in a terrible mess. But with one of them being a biokinetic who had the potential to heal in moemnts, Kurt refused to stand idly and wait for the fighting to resume. Pushing at the ground, Kurt threw himself forward, the practiced motion bringing him over to the once-golden boy. Gripping Josh by the clothes mid-flight, Kurt stretched his mutation out and took the X-Man through the Brimstone Dimension.

Around the school -- the closest being one right outside the room's window -- a series of explosions of black and purple smoke created a symphony of air imploding and displacing. In each one, Nightcrawler could be seen holding Josh in the air. Traversing dimensions had its own drain upon those unfamiliar to the hellish realm of the land of brimstone and smoke, each ripping and draining energy out. Vertigo, too, would be suffered. Each jump accounted for fixing Kurt's original momentum, slowing and reducing his initial jump, until Kurt was satisfied they could move safely.

In the lower levels of the mansion, Kurt and his passenger appeared in the detention cells. Abandoning Josh to it, Kurt hopped backwards and activated the mechanisms, locking the boy in.

"I apologize if that makes you puke. Someone will be here shortly for you."

Bamf.
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Elixir
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Josh's mind swam with pain and the final comprehension that there were people other than Billy around them. He heard screaming and crying... probably Terry. He heard someone else shouting... Santo? He wasn't sure about much... the ear-shattering scream on top of the fight had left him momentarily dazed. Foley rolled over on his side, letting limp hands fall away from the side of his face as he let loose a loud groan; god he was sore.

Something seemed to pull at his stomach... as if a line had hooked his navel and pulled it toward his spine, and suddenly Josh Foley was looking at a window, the stench of something extremely foul filling his nostrils. Something had a firm grasp on his clothing.

Wait... what?

A muffled sound filled his ears, like a stifled explosion he could hear with cotton in his ears. Dark blue haze filled his vision, but he could have sworn he made out what looked like a football game on television. Again, the world seemed to swallow itself around him, his stomach once again feeling as if an unknown force were trying to wrap it around his spine.

God... what the...

He was outside, the grip on his shirt tighter.

Bamf!

An office...

Wait... Kurt?

Bamf!

There was Pixie.

Bamf!

Josh felt himself fall to a cold steel floor, his head hitting one of his forearms as a grunt of pain erupted from his chest. The stench of rotting eggs was overwhelming... he felt as if his stomach had stayed behind with Pixie. He slowly rolled on his side, his head wavering as he looked up... wait... which way was up? Why did he feel like he had just slid out of a roller coaster from hell?

A blurry outline of Kurt stood over him, glowing eyes burning out of that dark silhouette. "I apologize if that makes you puke. Someone will be here shortly for you."

The sound of air imploding into the space where Kurt had just vanished filled Josh's ears once more. He blinked at the empty space filled with a haze of dark blue. God... he smelled horrible.

Foley weakly pushed himself up on his hands and knees, his eyes darting toward the toilet. He really needed to–

Oh god...

Josh felt his insides heave as he retched, closing his eyes so that he didn't have to look at what came up. It was bad enough he tasted it. With one final push, Josh toppled to his left and rolled several times, his nausea already lessening. With the flavor of vomit in his mouth, and the smell of sulfur strong in his nostrils, and the vague idea that he was in a shitload of trouble, the last thing he wanted to be was himself.
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The world around Santo was crumbling with confusion, the very atoms that created the compounds that created the concrete that formed the foundation of his world was falling apart during the commotion. He was becoming blinded by rage, rage towards Josh, rage directed towards Julian, rage directed to Billy most of all and rage towards Mr. Wagner who refused to let the geokinetic knock every tooth in the emo kid’s mouth loose. Santo was tired and when he became tired he lost his ability to regulate the baseline anger level that he usually felt every day. He was loosing what little control he had over himself because of a little punk bitch who thought it would be cool to fight a nulled mutant two on one.

There was a steel hand also holding him back, everybody at this damn institution wanted to hold him back. They wanted to prevent him from doing anything and everything that may bring him pleasure. Right now, that would be Billy’s face molding to the cracks in his fist. Without thinking he spun around the hand cupping his fist as if it were a pivot point. Everything was a blur so just to keep protocol he didn’t connect any faces to any people. If he was thinking clear headed he would have put the two dots together that the only metal hand in the mansion was the Russian x-man. With all of his force he put his hands on Piotr’s shoulders and pushed aimlessly and directionless hoping that it would move him away.

With no one holding him back and Billy, for some strange reason, going through brief phases of consciousness and unconsciousness he was able to finally clear his mind. The wall was down and all he wanted to do was run in and kick Josh’s ass. Then help Julian as much as he could; however, what the telekinetic needed was a gentle touch something Santo could not do. Carrying him to the infirmary would probably do more harm than good.

“I’m not leaving.”

“Ya if you think I’m leaving you got another thing coming Tin man,” Santo said pointing his fingers threateningly at Mr. Rasputin. Whenever Santo became really emotional he tended to use his hands when he talked. Now being pretty perfect evidence. Santo thought to himself what now, what would happen to Billy, to Julian, and mostly to Josh. If Mr. Summers let him walk free he wouldn’t walk past Santo one time without getting the swift punishment that he deserved. He wanted to see Josh try to use his beloved healing on Santo.
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The young rock man was impetuous and head strong... it reminded Piotr of himself. Were this not such a serious situation, the Russian might have smiled wistfully at nostalgic memories.

This however was a very serious matter. He was being allowed to stay at the institute despite his questionable status, and he would do what he could to keep order from the potential chaos that always surrounded hormonal teenagers gifted with supernatural abilities. As his father taught him, he would earn his keep.

His grip tightened on Rockslide's wrist, “I am not asking, Santo. I am telling. Let Mr. Wagner and Mr. Grey-Summers handle this situation. It will be resolved in a just manner. I have known them a long time. It will be done. You are angry and immature. It is not for you to decide. Now leave, or I shall make you, and I will not be gentle about it.”

Colossus still clutched Santo's wrist in one hand... the Russian had grown much under the training of Xavier, but he had hardened under the fires of captivity. He would make sure this young hot-tempered man hurt no one – it was a promise he was willing to make.

With the other hand, he gave Terry a slight, reassuring squeeze, “Do not worry. Mr. Wagner will take Julian to the hospital and make sure that Josh is seen to. Then you can visit Mr. Keller in the infirmary as soon as he has been seen to.” Kurt had teleported off with Josh, leaving Keller temporarily on the floor with no assailant. Piotr kept a tight hold on both mutants, his eyes catching Billy, “Perhaps you had better go to your room and wait until you are called, William.”
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Everything smudged mangy purple, the stink of sulphur smacking against the back of his nostrils, stinging his eyes, water swelling up around their rims. He blinked rapidly, and then Josh was gone, enveloped in a soft cocoon of blue fur and smoke that lingered weird and sticky in the middle of the battered room. Billy scrambled forwards, ears pounding and thudding painful, sounds washed out into curtains of dead noise. Colossus stood massive in the doorway, light reflected from shards of broken glass gleaming against his metal skin. Julian was there sprawled flat on his back and Billy briefly saw nothing but a pale film of rage. He glanced at Terry. She was sniffling, looking desperate or terrified or furious or a mix of the three.

“Where did he take him?” he asked too loud, voice dull in his head. He wiped at the blood dribbling along his jaw, wincing at the pressure. He didn’t hear Colossus through the roar, couldn’t read the way his lips moved, didn’t hear him voice the name William, a name to which he could no longer relate.

“Where is he?” Billy was near shouting. “I’m not… Crap…” He looked hard at Rockslide and his mouth tightened around the edges and then he threw his gaze at the snivelling redhead and hissed, “He deserved this. That jackass deserves everything he gets,” and Billy didn’t hear a single word he spat, couldn’t tell if he was yelling or muttering. He felt for the fear of losing control and for a moment could only find tired disregard, which frightened him more than the latter, and the terror returned. In the room, something slipped from a shelf and clattered to the floor. Bass grumbled from the stereo like a pneumonic animal.




Julian groaned and coughed and tried to roll over and felt the grinding pain of a broken rib ride up against his intercostals. A ring of darkness pushed in around the edges of his awareness, a soft hedge of black throwing spots across his vision. He figured he was pretty fucked up since his lungs caught on the in-breath and tightened when he exhaled and his right eye had swollen its way completely shut. Foley had disappeared. Julian had missed the exit, blacked out or not quite conscious enough to register what had happened. There might have been people in the doorway. There might have been something sharp digging into his spine, but he hurt all over, so maybe it was just another bruise, and maybe he was stubborn enough to think that he really could stand up with a concussion. Maybe he was just stupid.

Pain blistered through his muscles, the room whiting out, a ceiling rotating somewhere above him. Just stupid then. The arm he’d slung across his chest and tried to use to lever himself fell over his eyes and he gasped into it, swore at it and left it there, blocking the too-bright daylight that glared through the broken windows.
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It was all well and good telling her not to worry, but worrying she was and if it wasn’t for the big Russian’s arm around her, Terry felt like she might fall over any second…Or go and punch someone, but at that moment she wasn’t sure who she wanted to hit more. Her eyes stung as she stood there, the smell left in the wake of Nightcrawler’s teleportation lingering in the corridor, making her feel slightly nauseous. Julian was still lying there and it seemed long, too long to have just left him. Worry was making her vision swim as she looked at Julian. Worry, that was it, she wasn’t crying still, she wasn’t…

Her eyes shot to Billy and she scowled at him through her red rimmed eyes. “Who the fucking hell deserves this? Yer brother didn’t, but neither does he and Josh doesn’t deserve the shit he’ll get fer this!” Terry swallowed and looked away quickly, trying not to do or say anything else that would make her ready to lamp someone.

The redhead nodded as Piotr spoke to her, looking across at Santo whose fist was being held back. As much as she agreed with the rock boy, it wasn’t going to solve anything and clearing her throat, she looked across at her friend, hoping to prevent the situation from escalating into something much worse, with Santo getting into shit as well for what had happened.

“Santo, just let it go for now eh? They’ll sort it out,” Terry suggested hoarsely, but without sounding entirely convinced. “C’mon…Lets go ter the kitchen or somethin…” she said weakly, not really wanting to go downstairs and have snacks and juice boxes and with no actual intention of even going there, but she had to get out of the corridor and so did Santo before one of them punched someone or broke anything else. A moment of silence was broken as some glass fell out of the frame within Julian’s room and the girl winced at the damage she had done. Hadn’t been her brightest moment, that was for sure. God, what the fuck had just happened, exactly? It was such a mess. Confusion flooded the teenager as she stood there, swaying slightly. She wanted to puke…and a drink; she needed a drink so badly that she could feel her hands trembling against Colossus’s metal flesh as she clung on, her legs refusing to move despite her offer to Rockslide to get the hell out of there. She wanted to leave, but not before she knew how her friends were.
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Bamf.

A burst of flame and smoke relinquished the dimension-diver, Nightcrawler dropping to the floor out of random space, once again returning to the destroyed dorm. He could hear the words being spoken in the hallway, witnesses of this terrible crime. A heaviness weighed upon him as he looked down at the broken youth. Afflicted by a fusion of disappointment and frustration, Kurt's features set themselves into a deep frown as he crouched. No one deserved such a thing. No mutant, no human. The fact that they were still capable of doing such vicious acts against one another meant a lot. Had they not taught the youth to respect one another?

Perhaps there was a measure of restraint there, even considering the result. Elixir could have murdered Julian if he wanted. The power to give life with one hand and take it in another, all in the body of a hormonal, angry teenager.

Gott im Himmel...

"Julian, do not try to get up." He had no idea if Julian was even conscious or aware of what was going on anymore. The boy hid his eyes from the light behind a bruised limb. With his tail flicking behind him, Kurt moved to shift his arms under Julian's back and legs. "You are going to the infirmiry." There was no reason to even try to communicate further. The fastest way between two points was a straight line and Kurt was going to cut that out. Teleporting would take its toll on Hellion, but in his condition a jump wouldn't do any further sort of damage.

Rising with the nearly crippled telekinetic, Kurt shifted his demonic eyes towards the doorway. Colossus was handling the situation there... No need to linger.

"Hold your breath, Herr Keller."

Bamf.

(If it needs to be changed let me know and I'll get on it asap.)
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