Title: Mutants and Morlocks
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I am but a humble writer.
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"I know a place."
Four simple words that had changed their lives.
Spoken by who was most likely the least trustworthy of the group it was a huge risk, also their only choice. Not hiding was a much worse idea.
The humans had no idea of what the mutants wanted, and had set their radars to kill.
The new mutants were separated from the rest of their team, isolated. And shelter was the only chance they had of seeing them again. They were saddened; frightened even to have left Bobby –their usual team leader- behind, but Sam had stepped up to the plate. Despite these sorted out problems, there was still a question left unanswered. Could they trust Ray?
"I really don't wanna go in there." Rahne stuck up her nose, making a face.
"I swear it's safe!" Ray said, holding open the large metal pothole covering.
"We don't have anywhere else." Roberto ran his fingers through his dark brown hair.
Amara, being the well brought up princess that she was, had learned the importance of appreciating what she had at a very young age. Also, she was genuinely afraid of going back out there.
"I trust you." She whispered, smiling at Ray.
He returned her gentle smile, glad someone trusted him.
"It's dark." Jamie knit his eyebrows together sadly as he peered into the dark tunnel. "I want to go home."
"We can't go home now laddie." Rahne knelt down and hugged Jamie. He whimpered silently.
"He's right though." Said Roberto. "It's dark and I can't power up until the sun rises."
"No problem." Sam said, pressing a button on the fancy watch around his wrist. "Ahm so glad Dr. McCoy gave us these already." The southern boy lowered his wrist, causing a solid stream of light to flow from the watch and brighten the tunnel.
Ray gulped, knowing who and what awaited them down there. He'd be greeted not only by his old friends but also by so many memories; happy and sad. Leaving home, being found by the morlocks. They all flooded his head at the same time, making him dizzy.
"Ray." Amara gripped his arm, snapping him back to reality. "You're next." She smiled and he realized that everyone but her had already Entered the sewer.
"I should have gone first." He whispered.
Amara gave him a funny look. "Ray, is there something you're not telling us?"
Yes, he thought.
"It's nothing, I just don't like the dark." He lied, smoothly. Not a talent he was proud of.
"Don't worry." She smirked. "I'll be right behind you."
Ray shook his head. "After you, Princess." He held his hand out to her, smiling.
Amara chuckled and ignores his hand, latching onto the ladder with ease. She began to lower herself down carefully, cautious of broken parts of the unstable metal.
Ray checked around him, wandering through the alley to make sure they weren't followed.
"Any day now." Amara's voice came from the dark.
"Commin'."
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Thanks for reading, it's short but it's just the prologue.