Missing Persons Report
Name: Cloud Voight
Age: 15
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Ethnicity: African-American
D.O.B: 09-20-1991
Last Seen: 10-30-2006
Last Seen With: Clair Voight
Name: Clair Voight
Age: 19
Hair: White with black stripes
Eyes: Brown
Ethnicity: African-American
D.O.B: 12-05-1986
Last Seen: 10-30-2006
Last Seen With: Cloud Voight
If found please contact the San Bernardino Police Department immediately.
10-29-2006
11:59 PM
"Hey Anana, are you awake?" Cloud, as her adopted parents called her, nudged her older sister in the back in hopes of waking her. She knew now was not a good time, her sister had an exam to worry about, and she didn't need any undue stress on her at the moment. But this was important. Anana, Clair, needed to know this now.
"If I wasn't I would have killed you by now," Clair sat up in her bed and looked at her younger sister. "Why?"
"I think I may have found a way to our parents," Cloud responded. "Or at least a clue to our past."
Clair pulled her white and black striped hair behind her ears and yawned, giving Cloud a strange look before turning over in her bed and laying back down. Cloud had been trying for over a year to find their parents and had so far found nothing. Their adoptive parents, the Voights, had papers from their adoption agency, but the number had long been disconnected. Their birth certificates where nowhere to be found. Clair had already given up the search and instead tried to concentrate more on school, but Cloud hadn't. She wanted to know who she was, and her only clue seemed to be her real name which only seemed to exist to her and her sister.
Lightning struck outside, and thunder loud enough to shake the house had Clair sitting up fast. She stared at Cloud suspiciously, but all Cloud did was glare in return.
"Kanene-"
"I've found our adoption agency. Our real adoption agency."
There was a long silence. Clair did nothing but stare into her little sisters clear blue eyes. She moved to turn away, but Cloud grabbed her by the shoulder to get her attention.
"Apparently mom and dad, our real mom and dad, were mutants," Cloud dropped a stack of papers on Clair's lap. Clair made no move to grab them, instead opting to raise a suspicious eyebrow at her sister.
"Our so called parents are lying to us, you of all people should be able to see that." Cloud said causing Clair to turn her attention towards the papers in her lap. "Our parents didn't give us away because we were mutants, we were taken away."
The header of the paper read Better Future Adoption Agency and had a simple cartoon of a baby wrapped in a tattered blanket as it's seal. Below that was a copy of a birth certificate that read:
Name: Anana Ogwala
D.O.B.: December 5, 1986
Hair Color: White with black stripes
Eye color: Brown
Father's Name: Azeze Ogwala
Registration Status: Mutant
Mother's Name: Ndele Munroe-Ogwala
Registration Status: Mutant
Below all of that was a picture of you Clair, about 5 years old holding a soft black stuffed panther.
"Flip back a couple more pages, I'm in there too." Cloud said reaching down herself and turning the pages for her sister.
Clair read on:
Name: Kaneohe Ogwala
D.O.B: September 20, 1991
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
The parentage was the same, and the picture of Cloud as a fat infant almost made Clair sad. She could vaguely remember that picture, taken a week or so after Cloud was born. Clair and their parents were behind the camera, laughing and snapping pictures of the newborn. The faces of Azeze and Ndele had long been erased from Clair's memory.
"It says here that our real mom and dad were unfit parents," Clair spoke up. "It seems they were drug addicts."
"How were they drug addicts when we were perfectly healthy children Anana? Mom and Dad - The Voights lied to us! This damn Agency lied to us! Our parents aren't drug addicts they were mutants like us! This Mutant-phobic Agency took kids away from their mutie parents!"
Clair thought quietly about the situation, there was validity in Cloud's arguement. There were shady things going on in the government concerning mutants these days. Congress had been argueing back and forth about the Mutant Registration Act. Clair had read in countless books about the Assimilation Attitude many people were guilty of during Mutant Rights movements. Many times mutant children were adopted and raised by human parents in hopes of suppressing their mutant powers, but it was a new millenium, things were progressing. It couldn't possibly have happened to her.
"Look Anana." Cloud said in a exhasperated gasp. "If you wanna stay here fine, stay. But I'm not putting up with anymore of this assimilation brainwashing. I'm out."
Cloud snatched the papers from Clair's hands and stood abrubtly, turning on her heels towards the door and storming out. It only took a few seconds before Clair willed the keys to her car from the dresser and followed her sister outside.