Pursuit

Betsy hurried through the halls of the mansion, trying very hard to get the image of Jean and Logan fucking like animals out of her head. She was on her way to the student dorms, hoping there was a legitimate reason for why she couldn’t sense the Stepford Cuckoos mentally. They had been in her class this morning and had more this afternoon, so there was no reason for them to have left campus. It was possible they were masking their mental presence, though for what reason was the question. Innocent practice, warding off this new villain, or protecting themselves from her having already been subjugated?

Her finely honed senses picked up the sound of footsteps; their heavy rapid beat that of a runner. She reached out with her mind. Logan. He was coming after her, tracking her by scent something her Psychic Shadow ability could not cover up. He somehow had the (correct!) notion that she was planning to interfere with this- Ethan’s fun and had decided to intervene himself. Betsy felt her anger flare up as she followed his twisted reasoning. At the moment he was so turned on at the thought of seeing Ethan fuck Betsy that he intended to drag her to him personally.

Betsy started to run as she reached out to redirect his thoughts. Her telepathic probe was smashed aside with such power that she actually stumbled a bit, whispering a quick sorry to the startled student she’s nearly plowed right in to. Nimbly spinning away she realized she’d been repulsed by Jean, recognizing her particular fiery mental taste. That was a problem. A big problem. Betsy’s mind itself was sacrosanct thanks to the Crimson Dawn incident but the same could not be said for her ability to act on others. Jean was quite capable of disrupting any and all of Betsy’s attempts to mentally influence individuals.

She mulled her options as she flipped over the banister and gracefully somersaulted through the air to roll as she hit the ground floor. She was on her feet in a second ignoring the scattered applause from a few loitering boys. Betsy couldn’t afford a knock down drag out fight within the school; between her and Logan students would be hurt and this entire wing trashed. Getting out on to the grounds was a possibility and she was confident she could defeat Logan one on one. But not with Jean supporting him. She could keep running and evading through the mansion but that was simply delaying the inevitable. Physically both she and Logan could run all day, but Emma was part of this too. Between the two powerful telepaths, Logan and this…Ethan, eventually Betsy would be cornered…

Well… she’d rather fight than run anyhow…

Betsy made her decision and dove through the window at the end of the hall, her psychic knives leading the way in a shower of glass. She jogged about ten meters before turning and facing the building, violet daggers ready.

It was less than thirty seconds before Wolverine climbed through the window casually, his lips twisted into a smirk. He didn’t say anything as his blades slid out and he paced forward. Jean appeared at the shattered opening behind him, “Honestly Betsy, there’s no need for this-“

“Save it.” Betsy didn’t know why she’d bothered. They were both telepaths. They both knew what was at stake here.

Betsy’s heart sunk as she recognized the person coming around the side of the building. “What’s the plan here, Betsy? Fight to the bitter end? Not much point…” Scott stepped into view, Emma at his shoulder.

She didn’t say anything, not seeing the point in talking to puppets. She looked back and forth. These were bad odds. Very bad odds. Her eyes flashed to the corner of the building as she became aware of another…unfamiliar presence. The villain…Ethan! She caught a flash of brown hair before….

BAMF!

….a blue furred hand covered her eyes.

“My timing is impeccable. Ay Fraulein?”

BAMF