CHAPTER 60-CLAWS AND FIRE
The first Sentinel swung, its fist the size of a wrecking ball. Logan slipped under, claws flashing, carving a three-pronged scar across Its metal gut. Sparks flew. Circuits screamed.
"COME ON!" he roared, driving forward, carving deeper. His claws screeched against alloy, gouging bright trenches into the machine's armor.
Another Sentinel's hand clamped down on his shoulder. The pressure felt like mountains pressing together. Logan snarled, twisted, and severed the hand clean off with a single stroke.
Jean's eyes flared wide as she watched. "Logan!"
"DON'T JUST SIT THERE!" he barked. "MOVE!"
Her restraints buckled under a telekinetic surge, metal snapping apart. Banshee followed, his bonds shattering as he let out a raw scream that blew the debris from his body.
Only Charles remained still, unconscious, head slumped forward.
"Get him loose!" Logan slashed through another shackle, hot oil spraying across his face.
Jean darted to Xavier, fumbling at his bindings. Her skirt tore as she knelt-then ripped further when she yanked too hard.
She cursed under her breath, trying to gather herself. "Damn thing-"
Logan appeared at her side in a blur. His claws extended with surgical precision, circling her like a predator. A hiss of steel, a whisper of fabric tearing, and in seconds her dress-shirt hung in ragged tatters above her legs.
She froze. Eyes wide. Breath caught.
For a heartbeat, the battlefield faded. The only sound was the metallic drip from his claws.
"Better to fight free than trip over lace," Logan growled. Then he turned back to the machines, slashing through another Sentinel's knee with brutal finality.
Jean's pulse hammered in her throat. Fear and fire tangled in her eyes as she rose. Power shimmered around her fists.
"Don't EVER do that again," she hissed.
Logan didn't look back. "Then keep up."
Banshee bent low, wrapping his arms around Xavier's limp body. "Got 'im! He's light as a feather!" His voice cracked into a scream that launched them skyward, sonic wings carrying both toward the ceiling.
"Go!" Logan roared. "I'll clear the way!"
Jean stepped forward beside him, her hands blazing. For once, they fought in sync. Her telekinesis hurled shards of metal into Sentinel joints, slowing them, staggering
them. Logan darted in to finish the job, claws splitting armor, tearing wires, spilling sparks like blood.
Together they ripped through the steel army, carving a path of fire and ruin.
One last Sentinel loomed over them, massive, its head crowned with antennae glowing bright. Jean's power shoved it back, Logan's claws tore through its spine, and with a final scream of grinding metal it collapsed in a heap.
"Wall ahead!" Jean shouted.
"Then we make a DOOR," Logan growled.
They struck together. Jean's power punched holes into the bulkhead. Logan's claws carved through the steel like butter. A last shove tore the barrier apart, exposing the world beyond. And then-silence.
Logan froze. His claws dripped sparks. Jean's eyes widened, her power flickering out.
Because beyond that wall there was no world. Only stars.
A black ocean of endless night. They were in space.
Jean's breath caught, her voice breaking. "My God... we're not even on Earth anymore."
Logan's teeth clenched. His claws trembled with rage.
'You sons of bitches dragged us off the planet. And now I'm gonna find the one steering this ship, and I'm gonna paint the walls with him.