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Falling Stars
Driving through the country side a farmer's teenage son was blasting Toby Keith and singing, hitting the side of his pickup truck. Belting out the lyrics of a memorized song he took in a deep breath looking into the starry sky as one star lit up brighter. He squinted and stopped the engine turning off the music. Stepping out he gazed at the dot in the sky in confusion. His Mutation let him know the history of any object just by looking at it.
He glazed at the glowing white star and blinked, activating his mutation.
"What in the world?" He asked himself as it grew larger and brighter. "That ain't a star!"
Moments later he dove for cover as a burning rocket crashed into the earth.
"Christ." He gasped stepping to the wreckage as a piece of metal groaned. A dark figure appeared yelling in a strange language and pointing to the sky, standing on top of the highest point that stuck up in the sky. "Sir!"
The figure whipped around and yelled once last thing before vanishing into thin air.
"Holy Hell!" He shouted knowing a fellow mutant when he saw one. He ran forward as other figures stepped out of the wreckage. Five figures with flashlights began sweeping the area. The Farmer's son dropped to the ground, knowing what it was like to be hunted, and army crawled forward. Feeling the heat on his skin he waited as the flashlights swept over the area and the crackle of a communication unit sounded.
"The older one vanished." A man's deep voice sounded quiet but loud enough to be heard.
"And the girl?" It crackled.
"Dead." The man said and the Farmer's Son took in a breath. "We're gonna clear out."
"Report back to base." It turned off and the flashlights disappeared into the cornfield.
Standing slowly, the Farmer's Son edged forward and made it to the wreck. The metal was burning and glowing in some parts smoking in others. Its wings were broken and mangled leaving an entrance to the cabin. Pulling his Camouflage jacket out, he covered his face and arms walking inside. He saw the body of a man laying at the controls, a bullet in his head. Then he found the body of a girl. Rushing forward he checked for a pulse. He sighed as he felt the stillness on her neck. He tried to perform CPR to no avail.
"Lord rest her soul." He crossed himself and brushed her purple black hair off her face. "You were young weren't you, girl? About sixteen I guess, a couple years younger than me."
He picked her up in a cradle and walked out laying her on a patch of hay he had meant to pick up. Climbing to the top of the pile he stood and looked over the low corn. Cupping his hands around his mouth he began to yell for his father a mile away.
When a hand closed around his ankle.
Yelping in shock he looked down.
The Girl was blinking at him and taking frantic shallow breaths. Her eyes were rapidly changing colors from brown to purple to blue to red to hazel and back to blue stopping there. He bent over and felt her pulse. It was beating quick and uneven. He crouched next to her and noticed that a side of her hoodie was soaked in blood. He gently took off the sweater and gasped. A piece of glass the size of a dinner plate was sticking out of her side.
"This is gonna hurt, girl." He muttered and yanked out the jagged piece. She shouted in pain and lie there, twitching. "I'm sorry I'll get you help."
He pulled out this phone and dialed a number his friend Robby, another mutant, gave him.
"Yes is this Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters?" He asked looking down at the girl he knew was a mutant. No human could survive that kind of injury. "Yes I was driving through my cornfield when a rocket crashed in it….. Well I found a girl in it she's half dead but she is… Yeah … could you come out and help? … Hilliard Ohio…please hurry."
He hung up and picked up the girl in a cradle. She whimpered and clenched her jaw.
"I'm sorry Miss." He said running.
"Names not miss…." She said quietly and he stopped running when he came to his truck putting her in the back and finding the first aid. "Name's…"
"Well ma'am," He smiled at her kindly. "My names Jeremiah, Jeremiah Fitch."
"Jeremiah..." she took a breath as he wrapped her side, "Name's… My name is…."
"Hush. "He said gently brushing her long hair out of her face. "Keep your energy."
"My name….is…." she kept thinking, "My name is Antalya…. Antalya Silverfox"
"Well Antalya." Jeremiah looked up as a Jet landed silently in the field. "You'll be safe soon."
"Thank you Mister Fitch." She said gripping his hand her eyes changing to black, "Be careful."
"I will Antalya." He said as a woman with white hair and darker skin came forward.
"Do you know her name?" She asked as Antalya passed out and she picked her up in a cradle.
"Antalya Silverfox." He said and the woman nodded.
"Thank you." She nodded. "She'll be safe from now on."
"Good bye." He waved as she loaded her in to the jet and took off.