Warren Worthington III

There was a thick fog roiling over Alcatraz by the time Warren managed to make it back to the island. A thick fog, broken only by the occasional burst of fire, like something large and heavy was being thrown and then hit, over and over again with gouts of flame.

Fog. Not exactly Warren's best friend, when he needed to come in and land. Karla was still here somewhere. His dad was safe, sure, but it wouldn't be worth it if he lost her to a bunch of insane mutants.

The fireballs stopped. A moment later, steam, fire clashing against ice.

"Karla!"

He couldn't see anything through this fog, damn it. He could hear yelling, footsteps as more troops armed with cure weapons honed in on one central location.

To hell with them. They weren't who he'd come back for.

"Karla!"

( Karla was still hobbling... )

[NFI, NFB, preplayed with and coded by glacial_witch, and pretty roughly based on the events of the last big battle in that really stupid movie that this kid comes from. Post contains Violent Themes and NPC death up the wazzoo. Dusty, dusty NPC death. There'll be just one more post after this, sometime later today. Almost done, I swear!]

The flight to San Francisco had gone more or less smoothly, really. Hell, it had been downright quiet, except for the phone call that Karla had made back while they were still somewhere over Nebraska. Warren had gone pretty quiet from there. The amount of yelling that he could hear from the other end of the phone had been almost as unsettling as the vague knowledge of what they were heading into in the first place.

( One did not simply walk into Alcatraz. )

[NFB, NFI, and once again written with the lovely glacial_witch! We're almost done with this canon catchup mess, promise!]