sirenspull_logs | But little Mouse, you are not alone,

Magneto was suited up. Dark blue clothing, even wearing gloves. It could be business wear, if very formal. He was keeping Kevin close. Three seconds and they would be inside. He glanced over at the boy, fingers ticking down, then motioning 'go'.

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The boy was dying. He could feel that. He was dying. The side room was a mess. He took what little energy he had left and grabbed the ferrous bits on their uniforms and threw, hurling them down the hall. As he did so, he could hear one of the guards asking if 'that teleporting Newcomer piece of shit' had friends.

The map was drawn but smeared, blood clotting as it cooled, Kevin too cold in his arms. Blood was everywhere, the speedster dead near Kevin from a gunshot, the green skinned teleporter dead on the other side of the room with a broken neck. The door, a chair, the bookcase, all smashed, several guns and knives laying around.

At the end of the hall, one scientist lay dead, his neck dissolved.

"Michael. Lucifer. Sero. Help. Growing help. Dying."

Edited 2012-05-10 16:09 (UTC)

[Placeholder for when the retreat to the roof]

Edited 2012-05-10 04:01 (UTC)

Kevin didn't want to be here. He wanted to be anywhere but here. He'd left Mimsy with Frau, because he didn't trust anyone else. He wanted his dog back and he wanted to be with her, holed up in his apartment, or the house, and just... not here. Those things were here, and there were Voids and other things.

But, he swallowed the bile rising in his throat, and he refused to lower his hand. They were expecting him. The door guard let them in, and Kevin pushed his hood back from his hair, pushing a gloved hand through the spiky strands. "They waitin' fer me?" Kevin asked. They were supposed to get to the lower levels.

"You know the way." The guard went back to his book.

"Yeah, I know the way." Kevin turned away, headed down the hallway.

He knew the boy didn't want to be there, knew he was scared.

Because he felt the same. There was just this gut level panic building with each step he took and it didn't abate when he pulled his shields around himself to render himself invisible as he hear the door latch click.. It almost felt worse.

He followed Kevin down the hall, panic building with each step. Something was very wrong, something hitting every instinct he had to run, to grab the boy and run, to hide and not come back, to scream for Michael and Lucifer now.

But there was a Void in the building, and he couldn't, wouldn't, risk them. Not for this. Not for an unknown. But he knew this was...very wrong.

Magneto turned and raised a hand, an EMP rendering the guard unconscious. As if he had fallen asleep. He stayed invisible. "Lead on." A soft whisper.

That was just downright creepy. He wished Magneto wouldn't do that. Something was wrong in this building. It was worse than it had been earlier when he'd been here. His stomach knotted up and even though he'd taken something for the nausea, he still felt like he was going to lose what little he'd been able to eat.

His fist clenched in his pocket and he moved on down the hall. He needed to get into the lower levels. That was where all the wrong was radiating from. The Voids would be down there too. At least he hoped they were down there and not up here.

His nerves kept ratcheting up tighter and tighter. He was going to break before he could get any release at all.

He followed silently, not making a sound. He didn't dare get too close to the Void and was counting on Kevin to signal him when he was in the Void's range so he could stay out of it.

Luckily they wore distinctive uniforms, and he was watching. In his chest, his heart hammered in his chest. He was peeking through the walls - permeable to xrays luckily if not to IR - and he was taking a headcount. He was also memorizing the halls and doors, even counting steps.

Kevin continued down the halls. He knew exactly where he was going. He'd been here often enough and he could count the steps in his head. Except, he stumbled. Not because he was ungraceful (even though he was) but because he suddenly slammed into the wall o' Void.

"Void." Said with stark terror. He was hoping not to run into the Void. The stairs were ten feet away... if that. If he sprinted, he could get there. Hell, he probably knew the rank and number of the Void. He knew quite a few of them, even if they weren't, exactly, the most personable.

Kevin stood, completely frozen in the hallway. He heard his name and turned, just as the Void opened the door... this was going to get bad.

Magneto was keeping back by ten feet so when Kevin stopped short, he shifted to up.

He didn't make it. And fell from ten feet up. Normally it wasn't a problem. But without his powers, his normal durability, his normal grace, weren't there, not to mention he was now visible. He tucked and rolled into it as well as he could, but already he was hurting.

Kevin heard the scream of the scientist who had called his name. The sudden appearance of a man falling from near the ceiling was pretty shocking. He whipped his head back around and saw the Void standing in the doorway. He did the only thing he could. He shoved the Void back into the stairwell and whipped off his glove. Kevin didn't know if it'd work, but what choice did he have?

He lunged after the scientist, grabbing at the trailing lab coat with his gloved hand. Both of them went down and went rolling. Kevin had more hand to hand training but that wasn't saying much. He was out of practice. He scrabbled after the man, trusting Magneto to handle himself.

He didn't spare too much more than a basic glance towards Kevin, rolling to his foot and driving his elbow in the throat of a guard and burying his fist into his stomach, wincing as he felt a blow to his own head. Someone else tackled him from behind and the three of them landed in a heap on the floor. He grunted and kept fighting, trying to get a handle on his neck or head.

Kevin felt his powers come back. He slid outside of the influence of the Void and paper dissolved under his hand. That was enough for him. He grabbed at the scientist again. Except this time when they went down into a tangle, his bare hand landed on the man's throat.

The skin began to shrivel and decay. A scream became garbled and faded away into nothing. Kevin pushed himself up, feeling the rush of using his powers. He didn't bother to reduce the man to ash. There wasn't any point.

He turned to run back where he'd left Magneto. Kevin rushed one of the men on the floor and dragged him off the older mutant, going tumbling a little bit away.

He was midblow when the world came back and he slammed a punch, hard enough to bruise his knuckles, but felt the man's jaw shatter. A flick of his powers and the man was down. Not dead, not yet, but down and out and he could focus on the others.

Six more pairs of footsteps coming.

"Void, where's the Void?" Because they needed to take him out first. Everything else mattered less. He could get them help then.

Behind him, one of the guards, a woman with bright pink hair came up behind him attempting to stab him in the back. The knife turned away and he grabbed her hair, twisting and releasing, feeling her neck snap and hearing her body hit the floor.

He rushed to Kevin to assist him.

Kevin had rolled closer to the door and tried to kick it closed. The Void would be coming through. He didn't want the Void getting back in here.

"Stairwell!" He clocked the guy in the jaw and got out of the way before he was hit again. His powers weren't working - the Void was too close - but that didn't mean that he couldn't do anything.

He kicked the guy in the jaw and saw him crumple. He'd feel bad later. "Security -"

Was there. Damn. He heard the cock of the rifles and reached out and grabbed Magneto by the shoulders. He dragged the older man into a side room just as several bullets peppered the wall where they'd been standing. Things were going downhill fast.

He let Kevin pull him, kicking to his feet only to get them both on the ground.

These walls wouldn't stop bullets, not for long. He returned the pull to safety by dragging Kevin in front of a heavy book case.

"Ztay down." It wasn't a slip - the 'zee' wouldn't carry as an 'ess' sound would, and he was keeping his voice low. He pulled a knife from his wrist sheath and another from his boot, offering the latter to the boy. His wrist knives where made to throw.

Kevin shook his head. He couldn't use a knife. Not well enough in this kind of situation anyway. Instead, he grabbed a length of pipe that was kicked under a table. That'd work, just as well.

Besides, it'd give him a bit more distance as well, meaning he'd not have to get too close and risk getting stabbed. With his own weapon.

Then, Security was in the room and Kevin's powers fled. The Void. He looked up. There was the Void, standing near the door of the room as security came in - including the pink haired woman that Magneto had dropped once. Kevin had thought her dead.

He stepped out and swung, catching someone in the head. Blood went flying, spattering over his face and he just kept swinging. This was why he hadn't wanted to do this. Fighting just wasn't his style.

He barely had time to slide the boot knife back into place when the door burst open.

Shit, Voided. He was slightly better about it, but it was still disorienting to have his senses cut, and he was sure his aim was off, but he hurled the blade.

Only to hear it bounce off whomever it he had struck and hit a wall. He went back for the knife in his boot and hurled himself at the Void, feeling a punch land in his ribs and them crack. His knees and elbows hurt, his ribs where screaming, but he tried to ignore it, trying to get through the armour to get his blade to stick.

Kevin twisted, avoiding a lunge by someone only to be clipped by another. He went to one knee - avoiding getting shot, funnily enough - and punched someone's knee. That really hurt. Sure, it worked, but it hurt, too.

He rolled with another punch and cracked someone in the ribs with the pipe. He really should work on his hand to hand.

His hand throbbed in time to his racing heart, and he wondered if he imagined feeling it swell. Someone came at him and he jabbed with the pipe and lost it as it became entangled... in their eye socket.

Gross. He paused for a split second long enough to get cracked in the shoulder with a gun butt.

Blows were landing on his back too fast though not as hard as he would have thought - a speedster probably - and kept working at the knife. He felt ribs breaking under the blows, fighting the urge to cough, and kicked back with all his might. Someone - male, female, he couldn't tell, howled in pain but the blows stopped.

And then someone grabbed him around the neck and slammed him into the wall. His vision swam and turned black on the edges, and something flipped in his head. Nails, knife, feet, knees, anything he could use to land a blow.

Kevin picked himself up off the ground, spitting out blood from a split lip. He snarled and whipped up the pipe, ignoring the spray of blood that fountained into the air. Someone moved too fast at the corner of his eye.

Something slammed into Kevin's midsection, carrying him down to the floor. He began flailing, trying to kick off the weight on top of him. It was heavy, suffocating. Finally, there was a roar of pain and the weight lifted when the pipe connected with something....

The Void was hanging back. Magneto had managed to land a couple blows and he was letting the rest of security handle this. They couldn't use their powers, while the Security staff could, it shouldn't have been a problem.

Magneto finally, finally got ahold of a face, his thumb digging into an eye and pressing, pressing, even as the hand around his throat tightened, heart pounding, and everything swam black, his lungs and body screaming for air until he felt a pop. More screaming in the room as Kevin hit something, but he was too busy laying on the floor gasping ragged breaths to see yet. Instead he went for the other knife against his arm and the fallen guard's stomach, only to be kicked by someone with obvious super-strength into a wall. He gagged, trying not to vomit on the floor.

They needed to get rid of the Void. Sooner, rather than later. Kevin picked himself up... A foot crashed into his leg and he forced himself to keep moving.

He swung the pipe wildly and lost it as shock radiated up his arm. It clattered to the ground, but his other hand came up and grabbed the gun that it had hit. Kevin kicked the woman in the knee and managed to wrench the gun away, cracking her across the face with the butt of the gun.

He heard the whistling of the pipe and ducked.

... Good thing he did as some of it buried itself into the wall he'd been standing near. Green eyes wide, he stared up at the huge guy who wrenched the bent and twisted pipe out of the wall. His finger pulled the trigger in almost reflex. Then, he dropped the gun and moved.

If he was hit by that guy, he was dead.

Magneto heard the shot, close, too close, and latched onto the Void's helmet, fingers on one hand getting pinched where it opened and drawing up his elbow to smash the visor. Only to start coughing, the visor turning red.

The Void grabbed his wrist and twisted it, bones snapping as his arm was pulled loose, gritting his teeth so he didn't scream, and threw his weight to knock them into the wall. Someone sped by and landed a series of vicious blows to his chest, his ribs cracking more.

Then he was being grabbed and pulled.

Only to end up puking on the other side of the room.

"Teleporter! Green skin!"

Kevin barely heard what Magneto had to say. He didn't see the teleporter, or anything else.

... Mainly because he took a shot to the head and his vision went wonky. He heard a grunt somewhere, and someone cursed - maybe his shot had hit something? He hoped so.

"Don't!" He heard someone say it, right before he felt skin against his. Unfortunately, the Void still held sway, meaning he couldn't do anything.

Well, not with his powers. Kevin drove his elbow backward and felt bones snap. Whoever had grabbed him let go. He scrabbled along the ground, trying to find a weapon. His fingers closed over the gun again and he swung it, when he sensed someone near.

The rifle vibrated with the impact, stinging his hand. His fingers tightened, refusing to let go. His vision still swam but he was close enough to a wall to see the knife on the floor. His hand closed around the hilt and he fell down with another member of security.

Warm fluid rushed over his hand. He still took another blow to his ribs, but it was weak, fading. He yanked out the knife, and held onto it, shaking his head to clear his vision.

Magneto struggled to get up, swaying on his feet, someone hitting into him again. His vision was swimming but he saw green and that was all he needed to know. He threw himself forward, the teleporter's head connecting with a wall on the way down, Magneto on top of him.

Something white hot hit him in his side as he was stabbed, nails digging into his face, but Magneto managed to get his hands on the other's neck, and scrambled madly to break it. Feeling the body limp under him he rolled away and tried to push himself up when a blow from a folded chair landed impossibly hard on his back. For a split second, his legs went utterly numb. That did result in a pained cry and a flailed moment before he finally got his legs under him, at least to his needs and started to crawl towards the Void.

He felt a rush, and rolled. The speedster's legs crashed into him and Magneto grabbed his uniform and used the other's momentum to throw himself at the Void and they both fell in the doorway. The impact crack the Void's helmet and he wrapped his broken arm around the Void's neck and used his other to start ripping the helmet away.

But little Mouse, you are not alone,

Recon Mission

A plea for help

Smiting the building

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