Storm

Anna walked through the dark hallways of Haven. No shoes on her feet, no jacket over her bare arms. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail, tired eyes clearly visible.

She had woken from a dream, a dream about a man she knew. She recognised his face, his smile. She knew who he was... But what played out had seemed so familiar, she had needed to know.

So she made the trip to Storm's house, both unaware but also unconcerned about the time. She needed to know now.

@thecalmesttempest

Anna walked through the dark hallways of Haven. No shoes on her feet, no jacket over her bare arms. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail, tired eyes clearly visible.

She had woken from a dream, a dream about a man she knew. She recognised his face, his smile. She knew who he was… But what played out had seemed so familiar, she had needed to know.

So she made the trip to Storm’s house, both unaware but also unconcerned about the time. She needed to know now.

Anna banged her fist several times, loudly, against the door. “Storm?” she called, waiting impatiently before knocking again.

If she had thought her days of being awoken by a panicked knock at the door were over now that the school was gone, Ororo was sorely mistaken.  She pulled a silk robe over her night gown, glad that Logan had decided to spend the night with his girls and that Chuck was having a sleepover with a classmate, so at least the calling at her door was only waking her.

Anna missed practically all that storm had said as she looked up at the taller woman desperately.

Standing on the doorstep in her shorts and t-shirt, barefooted and wide eyed. “Ah had a dream. Only ah don’t think it was a dream… Ah think it was a memory…” she held her arms wrapped around herself, shivering. “Oh God, Storm… What’d ah do?..” Anna’s voice cracked slightly as she fought against overwhelming emotions.

Ororo reached for a shawl that was hanging on the back of the door and wrapped it around Anna, ushering her into the house where she could warm herself.

Anna looked up at the much taller woman as her grip slackened. The urge to reach out and borrow some of Storm to drown out the Daken in her mind. To use her strength, her calm… It was almost overwhelming. 

“Ah should go” she said, stepping back, putting herself out of reach. Rogue rubbed her forehead, wishing there was a way to rinse all of Daken out of her mind. She had none of herself to dilute his vile thoughts, the temptation to use others to do it was too great. Being alone wouldn’t help with her thoughts much, but it would remove the risk…

Ororo was a little taken aback by Anna’s abrupt desire to be away, but it didn’t take much for her to understand.  She couldn’t be offended, after this, it was understandable to need space.

“If we get you and Rogue clear, I can bring down the lightning and destroy the shack and all within,” her eyes had already clouded, and there was a crackle of ozone in the air.  The atmosphere was literally electric.

She gathered Rogue up so they could get off the roof, she could feel the build of power within her.  She hadn’t let go in a long time, today just might be the day.  “I’m sure we can make it a team effort.”

Anna walked through the dark hallways of Haven. No shoes on her feet, no jacket over her bare arms. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail, tired eyes clearly visible.

She had woken from a dream, a dream about a man she knew. She recognised his face, his smile. She knew who he was... But what played out had seemed so familiar, she had needed to know.

So she made the trip to Storm's house, both unaware but also unconcerned about the time. She needed to know now.

@thecalmesttempest

Anna walked through the dark hallways of Haven. No shoes on her feet, no jacket over her bare arms. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail, tired eyes clearly visible.

She had woken from a dream, a dream about a man she knew. She recognised his face, his smile. She knew who he was… But what played out had seemed so familiar, she had needed to know.

So she made the trip to Storm’s house, both unaware but also unconcerned about the time. She needed to know now.

Anna banged her fist several times, loudly, against the door. “Storm?” she called, waiting impatiently before knocking again.

If she had thought her days of being awoken by a panicked knock at the door were over now that the school was gone, Ororo was sorely mistaken.  She pulled a silk robe over her night gown, glad that Logan had decided to spend the night with his girls and that Chuck was having a sleepover with a classmate, so at least the calling at her door was only waking her.

Jessica blasted the zombie attempting to grab Storm, ensuring she was free of the run down shack before continuing to crawl up the wall and across the ceiling to climb out. A hand closed around her ankle but one swift kick from her free foot snapped the zombie’s neck and left her free. 

She came to stand beside Storm, “Watch the exit?” she asked, flexing her fingers slightly before charging another venom blast. If she could get enough power going, she could take them out in one. Permanently. And as they had all been crowded in one little shack, it shouldn’t bee too difficult. 

“If we get you and Rogue clear, I can bring down the lightning and destroy the shack and all within,” her eyes had already clouded, and there was a crackle of ozone in the air.  The atmosphere was literally electric.

Anna returned the hug, burying her face in Storm’s shoulder. It felt familiar and comforting despite the fact she could feel Daken’s hatred bubbling under her skin. 

“He best not come back” she said firmly. “If ah see him again, ah’m afraid ah’ll kill him” And it wouldn’t be totally her fault. Daken had killed before, had enjoyed it… It would be karma if it was his own feelings that allowed Anna to take his life. 

Jessica blasted a couple of zombies who were a little too close for comfort. Her venom blasts; a burst of bioelectricity was enough to kill zombies if she hit them hard enough, but she didn’t have the energy to kill them all… A hard knock would have to be enough to give them time to escape.

Jess nodded at Storm’s plan. “Time to flee. Got it”  Though she was also aware if Storm flew out of here with Rogue, she’d be the one left alone. She ignored the pang of guilt at leaving Gerry at home with Peter while she ran out into danger as she reminded herself that Rogue’s safety had to be their priority. 

“Can you get her out of there?” Jess asked, pointing up at the hole in the ceiling she guessed Rogue had fallen through, throwing a quick punch and kick before climbing the wall to get out of the fray and send out a large blast, taking down six zombies at once, though they wouldn’t be down long…

“Follow me out of the hole in the roof,” Storm said as she saw her opening, seeing that Jess could get to a wall.  She gathered Rogue up and flew upwards, feeling an uncoordinated hand clutch at her ankle, but the fingers didn’t fully close around her boot. 

“He don’t deserve this place. He don’t deserve to be around people” Rogue answered, angry and upset… “Ah have more of him in mah head than I do of mahself… Ah don’t want him in mah head at all. Ah’ve got nothing but his memories and thoughts, an’ nowhere to hide…” Anna frowned deeply. “It ain’t fair. He’s a murderer, Storm. He’s plottin’ and plannin’ and ain’t none of it good. An ah don’t even remember mah own husband’s name…” 

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Jessica raced through the trees towards the coordinates Storm had given over the radio frequency. She had been the only combatant on guard duty today, the others merely there to observe an sound an alarm if needed. 

She was as good as Storm was going to get at the moment. And she really hoped it was enough…

Jess blasted a couple of zombies moving through a doorway into an old, run down cabin. “Storm?” she called, hoping this was the right place, looking for one of the other women as she kicked, punched and blasted her way inside. 

Green gaze falling on the two other women, Rogue did not look good… “I’m it. There’s no one else… You want to flee? Or you want to fight it out?” she offered, Storm had a better idea of numbers, of the landscape, of Rogue’s condition… It made more sense for her to take lead.

She let a little rush of relief in when Jess arrived.  “A little of both?  I think I can carry Rogue on my own but I need cover to get her out of here.”  She took down another shambling body, every time one went down, there was another too close to pause and get Rogue up off the ground.  “She is not going to be able to walk out of here.”