"I know you told me to go back to the jet, but Storm sent me..." Alex gasped, clutching on arm across his chest as he rolled away from Scott. Scott wanted to shake his younger brother for still attempting to reason with him when the tactic was clearly not/i> working, when they got back to the institute he was going to make Alex run confrontation simulations until the younger mutant’s head spun and there was no possible way a situation like this would occur for his younger brother again.
"What's wrong with you?! Scott... Cyclops?!" the continued exposure to Scott’s powers following him across the floor as he scrambled for safety was clearly getting to Alex if he’d been reduced to actually using the field protocols he so flagrantly ignored under normal circumstances. Even the brief advantage Alex gained by throwing his weight directly into Scott's shins, a sloppy tactic, did little to change the situation, it only made it easier for Scott to take in his younger brother’s face, with panic leaking through under the pain in his eyes. Scott fired again and watched his brother’s head fly back against the concrete with a sickening crack. Scott was already standing and on the verge of another attack as Alex, blood striking a nauseating contrast with his fair hair, scrambled off of the ground. Scott couldn’t read thoughts flashing behind his brother’s eyes now, and for once Alex failed to telegraph his attack meaning Scott was caught by genuine surprise when a sudden blast of plasma sent him crashing down the corridor and away from his younger brother.
"Scott!"
As he felt the agony of his collision with concrete he hoped that Alex would have to good sense to flee and search for backup and medical aid but to his horror he realised the running footsteps and panting breaths were growing closer instead. He felt Alex’s hands wrap around his shoulders as he realised that foolishly, irrationally, Alex’s fear was not of him, but for him.
"Shit! I'm sorry. Scott... I didn't... are you okay? Damnit, I just-"
Scott was torn between the urge to reassure his brother that his injuries were insignificant and a fervent wish to hit him for the idiocy of approaching an attacker. Whatever was controlling him was only interested in sending the younger mutant crashing again. Clearly that got through to Alex however, because this time his attempts at running seemed sincere, arms pulled and head down to reduce the target, sticking to walls and generally making Scott had that at least some of his training had sunk in.
But just before the reactor stairs a hit finally landed and Alex’s legs were ripped from under him, sending him crashing face first to the ground. For several torturous moments Alex remained still where he fell, Scott screaming at his brother to move even though his mouth and vocal chords refused to obey.
Then Alex turned to face him and, with a natural talent honed by years of practise, met Scott’s gaze through the visor. His mouth moved but Scott had no time to recognise the sound or shape of the words before a second plasma blast, this one clearly aimed, pitched him down the corridor and into the abyss of unconsciousness.
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Opposition - Scott - Part 1b/3
Date: 2012-04-14 12:09 pm (UTC)"What's wrong with you?! Scott... Cyclops?!" the continued exposure to Scott’s powers following him across the floor as he scrambled for safety was clearly getting to Alex if he’d been reduced to actually using the field protocols he so flagrantly ignored under normal circumstances. Even the brief advantage Alex gained by throwing his weight directly into Scott's shins, a sloppy tactic, did little to change the situation, it only made it easier for Scott to take in his younger brother’s face, with panic leaking through under the pain in his eyes. Scott fired again and watched his brother’s head fly back against the concrete with a sickening crack. Scott was already standing and on the verge of another attack as Alex, blood striking a nauseating contrast with his fair hair, scrambled off of the ground. Scott couldn’t read thoughts flashing behind his brother’s eyes now, and for once Alex failed to telegraph his attack meaning Scott was caught by genuine surprise when a sudden blast of plasma sent him crashing down the corridor and away from his younger brother.
"Scott!"
As he felt the agony of his collision with concrete he hoped that Alex would have to good sense to flee and search for backup and medical aid but to his horror he realised the running footsteps and panting breaths were growing closer instead. He felt Alex’s hands wrap around his shoulders as he realised that foolishly, irrationally, Alex’s fear was not of him, but for him.
"Shit! I'm sorry. Scott... I didn't... are you okay? Damnit, I just-"
Scott was torn between the urge to reassure his brother that his injuries were insignificant and a fervent wish to hit him for the idiocy of approaching an attacker. Whatever was controlling him was only interested in sending the younger mutant crashing again. Clearly that got through to Alex however, because this time his attempts at running seemed sincere, arms pulled and head down to reduce the target, sticking to walls and generally making Scott had that at least some of his training had sunk in.
But just before the reactor stairs a hit finally landed and Alex’s legs were ripped from under him, sending him crashing face first to the ground. For several torturous moments Alex remained still where he fell, Scott screaming at his brother to move even though his mouth and vocal chords refused to obey.
Then Alex turned to face him and, with a natural talent honed by years of practise, met Scott’s gaze through the visor. His mouth moved but Scott had no time to recognise the sound or shape of the words before a second plasma blast, this one clearly aimed, pitched him down the corridor and into the abyss of unconsciousness.