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log: scott, alex, logan, and vic
summary: Logan wants to kill Alex for messing with Jean. Vic wants to kill Scott for breaking Jubilee's heart. This cannot end well.

SCOTT: His brother was an idiot. It wasn't exactly a new idea for Scott Summers, but it was the one that kept repeating itself over and over in his head. Alex was a moron. What was he thinking, trying to hook up with Jean? Or hooking up with her, or whatever they'd done -- the details of which Scott really didn't care to know, to be honest. He couldn't stop thinking about Eileen, she was a constant presence in the back of his mind, but that didn't mean Jean was gone. He'd avoided her for the past he-didn't-even-know-how-many months, he'd tried to pretend the kiss hadn't happened, he consciously shoved away almost every thought of her, but she was still there. And the thought of anyone, much less his own brother, sleeping with her twisted up his insides in ways that he really did not care to think about, much less really experience. Alex was also an idiot for underestimating Logan, and for thinking he somehow knew better than Scott did on this matter. Really, Scott could come up with an entire laundry list of why his younger brother was currently dumber than rocks, but he was focusing on those three main reasons at the moment. He hadn't even bothered to knock when he got to Alex's room, ignoring his brother's protestations and packing him a quick bag before literally grabbing him by the arm and hauling him down the stairs and out the door. He didn't own a car, but he doubted Warren would mind if he borrowed his quickly. He didn't have to be a precog to know something bad was coming soon, and he wanted Alex out before then.

ALEX: For the last couple of days, it almost seemed like Alex was trying to step into his older brother's shoes. And failing. Miserably. Getting involved with Jean had been a mistake and he knew it, but he'd been lonely, and he'd been pissed off at Scott for having Emma and yet neglecting her when she was the only thing in the world that Alex truly loved. Knowing that it would hurt Scott made it worth his time. Plus, hey, both he and Jean had been getting something out of it, right? He'd been so focused on the love triangle (quadrangle?) that was him, the two beautiful women, and his brother that he'd almost completely forgot about Logan, the flashing exclamation point off to the side of the relationship map somewhere. Underestimating Logan was too generous of a phrase for Scott to be thinking at the moment; to be perfectly honest, Alex had barely even considered him. He was furious when Scott barged into his room. "GET OUT!" he kept shouting, barely resisting the urge to try and physically pick a fight. Even he knew better at this point than to grab his brother's arm without warning. "I hate you! You're the worst fucking brother ever! Why does Emma even love you? You're barely even a human being! I wish I'd never met you, I'd be happier!" And all the while, that sense of impending doom? It was heading down the stairs.

LOGAN: Being obsessed was a full-time job for Logan. He didn't just fall in love and moon from a distance; Logan threw himself into protecting the woman he loved, which meant never really leaving her alone. He wanted to know everything about her. How she smelled, what made her laugh, what she needed. Things that she loved and everything that she hated. Naturally, he tended to get a little bit overprotective as well. He didn't see it as being a bad thing. No woman was his property, but he certainly wasn't about to step aside and let some other man get his hands on her in any way. At the moment, the object of his obsession was Marie-Ange. Jean had barely registered on his mind, much the same way that other women had barely registered when his feelings for Jean had gotten more intense. But that didn't mean that her wellbeing wasn't still important to him. When Lorna had personally told him that the younger Summers brother had made a move of some kind on Jean -- he saw. He couldn't ignore that. And he definitely fucking cared. Alex Summers was going to pay for fucking around with Jean Grey. He picked up the very distinctive Summers scent on the stairs, and followed it outside with an ever-quickening pace as he realized how close to them he actually was. As soon as he pushed through the door, he saw them. And saw red. "Gonna die, Summers," he snarled as he balled his hands into fists -- snikt -- and lunged at the younger boy's back.

SCOTT: Scott was ignoring his younger brother's angry words. It wasn't that he didn't hear them, or that they weren't going to stick around to rattle in his head when he was feeling particularly self-destructive, but for now? He really didn't give a shit if Alex loved him or hated him. The important thing was getting Alex out, he could like Scott when he wasn't skewered by an angry Canadian. Liiiiike he was about to be just now. He heard the door open and turned in time to see Logan closing the distance between himself and Alex's back, claws out. His hands went to Alex's arm and shoved hard, knocking his brother to the side, even as he was himself jumping the opposite way to get them both clear of Logan's path. He moved again then, to where Alex had been shoved, standing in front of his brother. "Back off Logan, he's leaving." Not for good, but for now. Until Scott was sure that things like this weren't going to happen. The stance he had moved into, though, and the way that his hands had turned to fists, seemed to denote that he wasn't exactly expecting this to go without a fight. When Logan started to come back, Scott mirrored his movements some, not at all afraid of grappling with him. "Alex, get out of here." He could keep Logan busy until Alex was clear.

VIC: Unfortunately, Logan was not the only Howlett-Creed child that the Summers needed to worry about, here. Vic wasn't here to kill one of them for touching someone or smelling like someone else. He was here because Scott had hurt Jubilee. A lot. And with things as they were now, hurting Jubilee was akin to hurting Victor himself. He didn't understand why Jubilee was hurting, of course, but he knew that the guy with the red glasses was the cause. Which was why he was now headed to them. He'd been planning on actually going into the hotel, but the fact that they were all outside made this a whole lot easier on him. Thanks, buddies. It helped too that Scott was distracted by Logan now. Granted, there was the blonde kid too, but Vic didn't care about him. Well, maybe in that he could potentially cut him up and make Scott cry. Heh. That'd be funny. Still, it was Scott who was Vic's primary focus to start out as he made his way over there, legs suddenly moving quickly before he leaped at the older Summers' back. What was with Vic and Logan and the sneak attacks? Not kosher.

ALEX: Jesus Christ. Alex definitely wasn't prepared to be shoved away like that. He stumbled aside and barely managed to keep his balance, but more importantly, barely avoided becoming a Summers shishkabob. He actually heard the air whistling as Logan's claws cut through it, and his heart practically skipped a beat in his chest as he threw out his arms to either side to stop himself from falling on his ass. As soon as he'd recovered, he quickly backed up further, doing everything he could to get out of Logan's way without actually taking off and leaving Scott behind. Listening to his brother was one thing. Abandoning him was another. Alex wasn't entirely sure that he could defend himself, but if Logan charged at him again -- at his front this time, not from behind -- then he knew he could at the very least cause Logan a whole lot of pain. Except...as he watched the two of them facing off, he had the sudden revelation that this was not the time to choose when to listen to Scott and when to ignore him. Scott said go; he was going to go. He was actually backing up and was about to turn tail when he saw the blond streak rushing across the ground from the corner of his eye. At Scott. Something inside him twisted: he threw his arms up and let the force of his powers explode out of his palms and chest. It had taken him a long time to really get a grasp of his plasma blasts, but ever since his brief stint as Robin Hood and since being under Emma's extraordinary tutelage, his aim had improved drastically. The ring of heated plasma caught Vic only a foot or two away from landing on Scott's back.

LOGAN: Frustrated at missing his target, Logan spun quickly and fell back into a low fighting stance, his claws held defensively before his chest. Scott could have had him then. Logan was fast, but he'd lost the element of surprise seconds ago, and that was all the time that Scott needed to push down his glasses and fire off a red eyebeam so strong that it would probably throw Logan through the fence. And yet he didn't. Instead, he simply stood there with his hands at the ready, like his two fists and hand-to-hand combat skills were going to be anywhere near enough to stop Logan. It was almost laughable if the moment hadn't been so deadly serious. Well. He'd came here for Alex, but Scott would do just fine in a pinch. Either Summers brother could suffer at his claws, Logan wasn't particularly picky when it came to this particular family. His upper lip drew back to bare his teeth at Scott, and his eyes were glinting with murderous intent. And only shades of a second before he was poised to attack, he saw Vic flying through the air -- and saw him get hit by a strange wave of heat that blew him back hard. A strange advantage, but an advantage nonetheless, and Logan took advantage of the momentary distraction to slash through the air directly at Scott's throat.

SCOTT: Scott hadn't noticed Vic coming from behind, he'd been too concentrated on the berserker in front of him to think that there might possibly be another insane one in back. He heard something behind him when Alex's blast made impact, but he didn't have time to check on it with Logan moving as he was. As Logan lunged forward, Scott's upper half dodged to the side, his hand shooting up to grab Logan's wrist as the claws passed his face, other hand balling up to punch across Logan's jaw. Scott didn't like to use his powers. They were almost completely uncontrollable, and they were massively destructive. The best that he could do, really, was contain them, with the help of his glasses. It was one of the reasons he'd kept so stringent with his own physical training, with keeping himself active as far as his martial arts went, making sure that he could handle himself without the use of his concussive blasts. He wasn't overconfident, though. He wasn't afraid of Logan, and he knew that he had him beaten when it came to technical skill. But Logan had mutated speed and strength, not to mention his claws and healing factor. Scott was a controlled martial artist and Logan was a berserker brawler, and it was doubtful that either of them was going to get out of this completely in tact. "Alex!" He took the chance to glance backwards quickly to check on his brother.

VIC: --??? Well Vic certainly hadn't been expecting that. To be honest, he had no clue what Alex Summers mutation was or, for that matter, what the mutations of most of the people in the hotel were. Why should he care? So when he was hit in the chest with a blast of something super-hot and extremely powerful, his first thought was that of confusion as he flew through the air. He hit the ground and smelled the burning of his own flesh before he felt it. His teeth and claws grew out, eyes almost glowing as he shoved up, a snarl at his lips. Scott was forgotten. Alex was who he was going after now. Vic might've been strong and vicious, but he wasn't terribly smart; he ran straight for the blonde again, springing to the side at the last moment, and then back toward him, hand shooting out for his claws to slash down Alex's front, from left shoulder to right hip. Mmm blood.

ALEX: Oh Jesus. Alex's eyes were wide and his heart was racing as he watched the skin on Vic's chest melt. He almost stopped breathing when he saw the nails on Vic's fingers turn into real claws and his teeth become more like fangs, and those glowing eyes were a positively horrifying addition. Great. He was going to die. His gaze flickered to the other fight going on a few feet away when he heard Scott call his name, and he almost missed the lighting-fast lunge at himself this time -- the only thing that saved him from losing more than just skin was an instinctual jerk to the side, and he blasted at Vic again in a panic as the animal man flew past him. Stumbling back once more, he pressed his arm defensively against his chest and gave a strangled sound of pain through his clenched jaw. He did not have nearly enough experience in combat to engage Vic in close combat, he knew that without needing to be warned. His only hope here really lay in dodging and trying to keep his opponent from getting within five feet of him, if possible. "I'm fine!" he called out to his brother before Scott could get distracted by his injury, his eyes warily fixed on Vic as he steadied his stance and kept his hand directed threateningly at Vic. "Go ahead, try that again," he taunted Vic as he powered up for the next attack.

LOGAN: It was like Scott wasn't even taking this fight seriously. His punch was no joke -- Logan felt that pretty good, and he grunted slightly -- but really? He thought somehow that he could win this fight without ever taking off his glasses? It was insulting, and Logan wasn't going to stand for that. He caught his balance almost immediately, reflexes primed for this kind of action, and whirled around to renew his attack on Scott. This time, however, he wasn't aiming for the kill. Or even to really hurt Scott. His claws retracted on one hand as he swung in for another punch, focused solely on the glasses. If he could break those, well, then he'd be taking away Scott's choice. Either he'd be forced to use his powers to try and end the fight the way it should be ended, one set of mutant powers against the other, or he'd be blind and vulnerable to Logan's claws. His movements were faster than usual, as well; most of the time, Logan moved like a regular person, but he knew exactly how to push his muscles to get the maximum of speed and force out of them, and his limits were far above and beyond that of a regular human being's. Including Scott's.

SCOTT: Scott also didn't want to destroy the grounds of the hotel, or the hotel itself, by taking his glasses off and looking in the wrong direction for half a second, Logan. Apparently though, his unshaven counterpart wanted just that. Maximum destruction for his fight and nothing less. Scott wasn't willing to give him that though. He saw the punch coming, knew that he wouldn't be able to dodge it in time; so instead of trying, his eyes shut. The glasses cracked and came off, but no red blast ensued. He'd lost his sight, but he wasn't exactly out for the count. Scott had spent years being unable to see, learning to navigate and, yes, fight when he was blind. He hadn't had to do that recently, but it didn't mean that he had fallen out in that sense. A mental map of the grounds flashed before his eyes; he knew where Logan was by where he had just been, by the sound of him now. His mind desperately wanted to see stars, but he forced it away; there would be time for dealing with bruises and the oncoming migraine like later. He moved again, not punching, leg instead striking out to slam a foot into Logan's chest.

VIC: "Yer dead, kid." The words were growled through his animalistic teeth as he watched Alex. Pain wasn't a deterrent for Victor Creed; it was one of the things that made him so deadly. He didn't run from it, or even seem crippled by it. Too many years of being kicked around had blinded him to it. He wasn't an animal that had turned to cowering due to years of conditioning. He had turned into one that was rabid and tried to tear your leg off for attempting it at all. If he could get near Alex, that was. He could smell blood in the air now, and it made him want more, but he knew those blasts would keep coming. His claws dug into the ground, raking up dirt and grass as he did, shoulders hunching into another crouch. Another launch. He was, apparently, going to keep coming until Alex ran out of juice. Wearing someone down before he ripped out their throat wasn't anything new to Vic.

ALEX: Yeah. Alex pretty much knew he'd be fucked if Vic got to him once more. He'd angered the beast, and here he was, with nothing protecting his vital organs but some skin and muscle that would easily be shredded again by Vic's razor-sharp claws or teeth. And he was fucking terrified. But between the adrenaline making his heart race and a certain youthful recklessness, he wasn't actually showing it as much as he could have been. Sure, to a mutant with animal senses, his desire to not die was probably painted all over his body in pheromones, but Alex was actually sort of grinning as he let the next blast fly, catching Vic somewhere in mid-air again. So maybe Vic had a lot more combat experience than him, but Vic apparently seemed to think he'd win just by ramming his head against the wall until the wall gave. But the wall was Alex Summers, and Alex drew his source from the sun. He could do this all day. ...or so he'd like to think. How many more blasts did he have in him, and could he take Vic down for good before he reached that limit? ...Would it be juvenile to yell 'no, you're dead' back at him? He realized, with a sudden prescient burst of insight, that waiting to see which of them tired out first was a stupid fucking idea. He wasn't about to stand around and let Vic get back to his feet. Instead, he took a huge risk: striding forward, he closed the distance between them in a few quick steps, powering up for what was hopefully the last time as he moved. When he was just out of reach, he angled his palms at Vic from above and let fly a more focused, more intense blast than either of the two before. He squeezed his eyes shut as more plasma channeled through him. When his concentration wore thin and his arms started to shake, he cut off the blast and stumbled back; all that remained of the ground was a several-foot deep crater, and somewhere at the bottom of it, a charred-looking Victor Creed.

LOGAN: Their part of the fight was a lot more fast-paced than the shoot-out going on a few paces away. Trading blows, breaking glasses, actually making fist-on-fist contact -- but it wasn't going anywhere. Logan was incensed. Despite the fact that he'd landed a seriously crippling blow to Scott, he barely seemed to notice, and that pissed Logan off. He wanted to end this, and he wanted to end it fast. On his terms. He could practically taste Scott's blood in the air. Even though he was knocked back by the blow to his chest, his arms latched with an iron grip around Scott's leg, and he used his own weight to bring the other man down, forcing him off-balance so that he hit the ground hard. He rolled onto his hands and knees when he landed too, and rose up just high enough to aim an elbow hard at Scott's jaw; in the precious few milliseconds he had to his advantage, he simply levered himself onto the other man, and out came his claws again...directly into Scott's biceps, with a full-throated snarl tearing from his lips. He'd always hated Scott. It wasn't really rational or logical, though he did have his reasons: he'd simply disliked him from the beginning, and now, with the opportunity to cause him real pain, he didn't pull his blows. Try hitting him now, you bastard.

SCOTT: The elbow to the jaw made him see stars and effectively stopped him from flipping back up off of the ground. He didn't even realize where Logan had gotten to until the other's weight was above him, and by that point even knowing what was going to come next didn't help him at all to prevent it. There was no real way to prepare yourself to have three-foot long knives stabbed unceremoniously through your flesh, and tough guy that Scott may have been, even he wasn't able to hold back the scream that it ripped from him. He at least had the internal victory of that not forcing his eyes open; they squeezed shut tighter, instead. It was a conscious thought that had them shoot open wide as he screamed, that ruby red force bursting out of them and slamming into Logan's chest hard. Hard enough that anyone close enough would've been able to hear the sound of bones cracking beneath the sound of the power itself, like a freight train had just barreled into the unshaven man. It was hard enough and the angle was upright enough that it actually threw Logan up and away -- very far, beyond what people on the ground would be able to see. He'd end up arcing and landing several miles away from the hotel once Scott's eyes snapped shut again. At which point he rolled over on his side, hands gripping the opposite arms. Logan hadn't cut through bone or pierced the major arteries that would have had Scott bleeding out in seconds, but there was still red liquid coming out of him quickly, soaking his shirt and the ground beneath him. He realized then that he didn't hear Alex and Vic's struggle anymore, and he rolled up into sitting, although the pain in his arms and face and now head wanted him down. He settled for curling over instead. "Alex!"

ALEX: His moment of victory was extremely short-lived. Alex's head had whipped around in the direction of his brother when he heard the beginning of that scream, and instantly he regretted it; he had to shield his eyes from the blindingly bright red light, a color so solid that he could still see it on the backs of his eyelids after he'd squeezed them shut. Alex had never actually seen Scott's powers in action before. It wasn't like Scott could just go around zapping little things, not with a mutation as huge and dangerous as his, and therefore he'd been forced to settle for descriptions and second-hand accounts. Now, he was left a little bit awestruck. Their powers were not as alike as he would have expected, but maybe it was for the best -- at least his were controllable, not that...overwhelming force of nature that had exploded from Scott's face. He wasn't sure it was over until he heard Scott's voice, and, cracking his eyes open, he glanced cautiously around. Vic still wasn't moving, and Logan was nowhere to be seen. Had Scott like...vaporized him...? Whatever -- it didn't matter what happened to Logan, what mattered was that suddenly his chest was hurting a lot more than he remembered it hurting a few seconds ago, and he could see the blood staining Scott's shirt as well. "It's okay," he said as he hurried over to his older brother's side and dropped to his knees next to him. "It's okay, man. We won. I'm -- I'm getting help." And out came his handheld. Help was only a few minutes away.