FIRESTARTER
by
Crescent Dreamweaver
email: catz4dog1@aol.com
Disclaimer: I don't own Mutant X, it belongs to Marvel Studios and Tribune Entertainment, the only characters that belong to me are the ones who aren't from the tv show, and I make no money from this fic. ::passes out from lack of oxygen::
Synopsis: Adam and the rest of Mutant X discover a teenage girl with the ability to create and control fire.
Note: This first chapter is a bit angsty.
* *= indicates emphasized words
-- --= indicates a person's thoughts
Let the story begin!
* * *
Prologue: A Worthless Freak
Seventeen year old Aurora Hawkins had always thought that parties with booze were only given by football players after every game that they won. But never, not in a million years, would she have thought that an after- show cast party for everyone who was in theatre at school would have alcoholic beverages of any kind.
But here she was, at a cast party, holding a margarita, and gingerly sipping it, so as not to give herself a headache.
"Hey, Rora," called Christa Evans from across the room. "You want some Bailey's Irish Cream? It's really good." (I'm not kidding. I've had Bailey's Irish Cream Dream, which is a really good fondue dessert. It's rich dark chocolate, with Bailey's Irish Cream mixed in. Dip a strawberry or a banana in it, and you're in absolute heaven.)
Aurora shook her head, absentmindedly brushing her red-gold bangs out of her eyes. "No thanks, Christa," she replied, and held up her margarita. "I'm still good to go."
Christa made a face at her. "Your loss, Rora."
Aurora took another sip of her margarita, and grimaced slightly at the bitter taste of the rum in it. Her boyfriend, Jason Kensley, sat down next to her, and they began talking about how well everyone had done on the play.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door. Jessica Reynolds, who had just arrived at the party, went to answer the door.
Serena Hawkins glowered at the teenage girl who had answered the door. She wore a hot pink tank top with spagetti straps, and a pair of sparkly jeans that flared at the bottom. "May I help you, ma'am?" the girl asked politely.
"You're damn right you can help me," Serena snapped. "I'm here for my daughter. Where is she, you little juvenile delinquent?" Suddenly, she spotted Aurora sitting on the couch, holding a margarita and talking to a boy her age. Serena stormed into the house and grabbed her daughter by the arm, yanking her off the couch. "You little slut!" she snarled. "So this is what you do in your spare time! Getting drunk and playing doctor!" She dragged a struggling Aurora to the front door. "I have half a mind to turn you over to the police!"
"Let me go!" yelled Aurora. "Mom, let go of me!"
"When we get home, I plan on telling your father what you've been doing! He'll give you the belt, that's what he'll do!" shouted her mother furiously.
"NO!" screamed Aurora in terror, knowing full well what her father would do to her. Jeremiah Hawkins had an extremely short temper, and whenever Aurora got into trouble, he would pull off his big leather belt and beat her with it as hard as he could.
"Oh, yes," her mother said, a sadistic gleam in her eye. "Then you're going to get thrown out of the house! No slut will ever live under my roof!" She dragged Aurora out the door, and slammed it shut behind her.
A moment later, Christa broke the silence that had fallen over the party. "I am so glad that my parents aren't like that," she said in obvious relief. "No wonder she doesn't have any friends over to her house, if that's an example of what her parents are like."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
* * *
As her mother dragged her down the sidewalk, Aurora struggled to get free of her grasp. Frantically, she tried to think of a way to make her mother release her, but her mind was completely blank at the moment.
"Let me go!" she screamed. "LET ME GO!" Suddenly, her eyes unfocused, and Serena's arm burst into flame. She let go of her daughter, screaming and trying to put out the flames.
Aurora stepped away from her, stunned. Then she ran inside and grabbed a glass of water. She ran back outside and threw the water onto the flames, dousing them. Her mother shook her arm slightly, shaking the water off. Then she looked up at Aurora, her eyes burning with hatred.
"I should have known," Serena spat. "You're not just a slut; you're a freak! You're a worthless freak!" She opened the backseat of the car, and shoved Aurora inside. "When we get home, I'm going to make sure that your father beats you until you're dead!" With that, she drove off.
* * *
Claire Wilcox saw the whole thing from her house across the street. She immediately realized that the teenage girl was a New Mutant. --What else could she possibly be?-- she thought. Claire herself was a New Mutant, and her power was telekinesis. But somehow, she doubted that she could use her powers to save the girl. Then she smiled. There was only one man who could rescue that girl.
Claire crossed the room to the phone, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number of Sanctuary. It rang once, and then was answered.
"Hello?" came an unfamilar female voice.
"Is Adam there?" Claire asked.
"Who is this?" the young woman asked suspiciously.
"Claire Wilcox, also known as Floater," said Claire, giving both her real name and her code name. "Who are you?"
When she said that, Claire could have sworn that she heard a sigh of relief come from the other end of the phone line.
"Emma DeLauro, also known as Rapport," replied the young woman, responding the same way.
"Emma, I need to speak with Adam," Claire said. "Is he there?"
"Just a moment," Emma replied. A second later, Claire heard her shout, "Hey, Adam, do you know a woman named Claire Wilcox?"
"Yeah," Claire heard a male voice reply near the phone.
"Well, she wants to talk to you," Emma said. Claire heard her hand the phone to someone else.
A moment later, Adam's warm voice came on the line. "Hello?"
"Adam?" said Claire. "It's Claire. There's a New Mutant near my house."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, other than the fact that she made a person's arm burst into flames. Fortunately, she had the common sense to get some water and douse the flames."
"Well, that's good. Do you know where she lives?"
Claire shook her head. "Not a clue, Curly." She smiled faintly. She didn't have to see Adam to know that he was grimacing.
"Don't call me that."
Claire grinned mischieviously. "Sure thing, Curly."
"Don't call me that!"
Claire fought back a laugh. "Sorry, Adam. I couldn't resist." Then she changed the subject. "Is there a way for you to track her?"
"Yes, there is. But we don't have a whole lot to go on, other than the fact that she's a teenage girl."
"Well, she was at a party across the street from my house. I can go there and find out who she is, and where she lives," Claire replied. Then she grinned again. "See you later, Curly."
"ARGH!"
In the background, Claire could hear snickers and giggling. She laughed, and hung up. She opened the front door, and walked outside, shutting the door behind her. Then she walked across the street to the house where the party was at. She knocked on the front door, and it was opened a moment later by a teenage girl wearing a red t-shirt and a black leather miniskirt. She looked slightly apprehensive when she saw Claire standing there.
"Who are you?" she asked nervously.
"I'm Claire Wilcox. I live across the street." The teenage girl flushed slightly.
"Sorry if we're disturbing your sleep," she said apologetically. "We'll turn the music down a few notches." Claire shook her head.
"Kid, the level of music is fine. That's not why I'm here. I need to ask you about a girl your age who was dragged away from this party by a woman old enough to be her mother."
The teenage girl relaxed visibly. "That was Aurora Hawkins, and the woman who dragged her away was her mother." She shuddered. "God, I am *so* glad that my mom's not like that. She called Rora a slut just because she saw her sitting on the couch, talking with her boyfriend. She dragged her out the front door, saying that she was going to tell Rora's father that she was getting drunk and playing doctor, and that he would give her the belt. That scared the piss out of Rora, because she screamed and tried to get away from her mother. Then her mother told her that after that was done, she was going to throw her out of the house, because she refused to have a slut living under her roof."
"Well, don't worry. I've got a friend who can get her away from her parents. Can you tell me where she lives?"
The teenage girl nodded, and gave her the address. Claire thanked her, and left. She ran back over to her house and punched in the number of Sanctuary as fast as she could without making a mistake.
The phone rang once, and then Adam answered. "Have you got a name and address?" he asked.
"Yeah, I do. Her name's Aurora Hawkins, and she lives at 11 Eastwick Street, about five blocks from my house. And I suggest you and the rest of Mutant X get your asses over there, because I've got a feeling that something bad is happening to her."
"We're on it." The line went dead, and Claire hung up, leaning against the wall.
"Dear god, I hope they get there in time," she whispered.
* * *
Aurora screamed in pain as her father's leather belt connected with her bare back for the tenth time. She was facing the basement wall, her hands tied above her head. Her father had made her take her clothing off before he started beating her. --He is such a sadist-- she thought unhappily.
"Stop it!" she screamed. "Stop hurting me!"
Jeremiah slapped his daughter across the face. "I won't stop until you've bled to death, you little freak!" he shouted angrily. "You ungrateful little wretch! Your mother and I put clothing on your back and food in your stomach, and in return, you set your mother on fire!"
Suddenly, the basement door opened, but Jeremiah ignored it, figuring it was Serena, coming downstairs to watch him punish Aurora. He raised his arm to bring the belt down on her back again, but before he could, something grabbed him by the arm, and yanked him backwards, flinging him against the wall.
Aurora whimpered in pain, fully expecting her father to bring the belt down on her back again, but instead, she felt someone untie the ropes binding her wrists. She stumbled, but someone caught her.
"Don't worry," the person said soothingly. "You're safe now." The rest of the person's words faded away as Aurora fell into unconsciousness.
* * *
Adam, Emma, Shalimar Fox, Brennan Mulwray, and Jesse Kilmartin had been expecting the worst when they got to Aurora Hawkins' house, but nothing could have prepared them for what they encountered when they got there.
A woman in her early forties answered the door. She had short red hair and green eyes, and wore a t-shirt and jeans. She looked out at the members of Mutant X curiously, but her gaze hardened slightly when it landed on Emma and Shalimar.
"May I help you?" she asked politely.
"Are you Mrs. Hawkins?" Adam asked.
"Yes, I am."
"We need to speak with your daughter. Is she here?"
Mrs. Hawkins' gaze hardened even more. "No, she is not. Now, get off my property this moment, or I'll call the police."
Suddenly, a scream of pain came from the basement.
"Stop it!" screamed a young woman. "Stop hurting me!"
"I won't stop until you've bled to death, you little freak!" shouted a male voice. "You ungrateful little wretch! Your mother and I put clothing on your back and food in your stomach, and in return, you set your mother on fire!"
Adam, Emma, Shalimar, Jesse, and Brennan pushed past Mrs. Hawkins, and ran to the basement door. She stepped in front of the door, and tried to stop them from going downstairs.
"You can't go downstairs!" she said angrily. "I forbid it!" Shalimar's eyes glowed yellow for an instant, and Mrs. Hawkins' eyes widened in shock. "You're a freak, too!" she cried.
Shalimar shoved Mrs. Hawkins out of the way, and then yanked the basement door open. Adam ran downstairs, and saw a man in his mid-forties standing in front of a figure hanging by her hands from the ceiling, beating her relentlessly with a large leather belt. In the dim glow of the basement's single lightbulb, Adam could see that the figure was that of a naked teenage girl with long red hair, facing the basement wall.
The man, who Adam assumed was her father, raised his arm to bring the belt down on her back again, but before he could, Shalimar ran over there, grabbed him by the arm, and flung him against the wall. Adam ran over to Aurora, and untied her hands from the ceiling. She stumbled, and he caught her before she could fall down.
"It's okay," he said soothingly. "You're safe now. We're going to get you out of here." He doubted that Aurora had heard those words, because her eyes were closed. Adam removed his jacket and wrapped it around her figure. Then he lifted her into his arms, and carried her over to the basement steps. "Jesse, Brennan, Shalimar, Emma, I've got her. Let's get out of here."
Jesse, Brennan, and Shalimar all followed him, but Emma stayed behind for a few minutes, glaring down at Aurora's father.
"Emma, come on," called Shalimar.
Emma kicked Mr. Hawkins solidly in the side. "Asshole." Then she ran after the rest of the team.
As they left the house, they heard sirens approaching. "Sounds like someone's called in the cavalry," said Jesse.
"Good," said Emma in a low voice. "I hope they get locked up for life."
"I don't blame you," Shalimar said, glancing over at her. The five members of Mutant X went behind the house where the Helix was waiting, and boarded the silver jet. A few seconds later, the Helix lifted into the air, and flew away.
* * *
Serena staggered out of the front door of her house, gingerly feeling her head. She winced when her finger encountered a painful bump there from when she had been shoved aside by that blond freak with the glowing eyes.
"Those freaks," she muttered angrily. "They're going to pay for what they've done to me and my husband."
Suddenly, several police cars drove up, lights flashing. Serena blinked in surprise.
One of the policemen approached her. "Are you Serena Hawkins?"
"Yes, I am." The police officer shoved her up against the side of her house, handcuffing her hands behind her back. "Hey! Let me go!"
"Mrs. Hawkins, you and your husband are under arrest for the attempted murder of your daughter Aurora," the police officer said. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you. You have the right to an attorney. You may either choose one yourself, or the court will choose one for you." A couple of the policemen went inside the house, and came back out again a few minutes later with Jeremiah in handcuffs.
Serena glared at the police officer angrily. --This is all Aurora's fault! If I ever see her again, I'll kill her!-- she thought furiously.
to be continued...
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A/N: I plan on having Claire appear in the entire story. How many people think I should have a romance form between her and Adam? Anyhoo, please R&R, but no flames, 'cause otherwise I'll have to kick your sorry arses from here to Middle Earth. See ya!
by
Crescent Dreamweaver
email: catz4dog1@aol.com
Disclaimer: I don't own Mutant X, it belongs to Marvel Studios and Tribune Entertainment, the only characters that belong to me are the ones who aren't from the tv show, and I make no money from this fic. ::passes out from lack of oxygen::
Synopsis: Adam and the rest of Mutant X discover a teenage girl with the ability to create and control fire.
Note: This first chapter is a bit angsty.
* *= indicates emphasized words
-- --= indicates a person's thoughts
Let the story begin!
* * *
Prologue: A Worthless Freak
Seventeen year old Aurora Hawkins had always thought that parties with booze were only given by football players after every game that they won. But never, not in a million years, would she have thought that an after- show cast party for everyone who was in theatre at school would have alcoholic beverages of any kind.
But here she was, at a cast party, holding a margarita, and gingerly sipping it, so as not to give herself a headache.
"Hey, Rora," called Christa Evans from across the room. "You want some Bailey's Irish Cream? It's really good." (I'm not kidding. I've had Bailey's Irish Cream Dream, which is a really good fondue dessert. It's rich dark chocolate, with Bailey's Irish Cream mixed in. Dip a strawberry or a banana in it, and you're in absolute heaven.)
Aurora shook her head, absentmindedly brushing her red-gold bangs out of her eyes. "No thanks, Christa," she replied, and held up her margarita. "I'm still good to go."
Christa made a face at her. "Your loss, Rora."
Aurora took another sip of her margarita, and grimaced slightly at the bitter taste of the rum in it. Her boyfriend, Jason Kensley, sat down next to her, and they began talking about how well everyone had done on the play.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door. Jessica Reynolds, who had just arrived at the party, went to answer the door.
Serena Hawkins glowered at the teenage girl who had answered the door. She wore a hot pink tank top with spagetti straps, and a pair of sparkly jeans that flared at the bottom. "May I help you, ma'am?" the girl asked politely.
"You're damn right you can help me," Serena snapped. "I'm here for my daughter. Where is she, you little juvenile delinquent?" Suddenly, she spotted Aurora sitting on the couch, holding a margarita and talking to a boy her age. Serena stormed into the house and grabbed her daughter by the arm, yanking her off the couch. "You little slut!" she snarled. "So this is what you do in your spare time! Getting drunk and playing doctor!" She dragged a struggling Aurora to the front door. "I have half a mind to turn you over to the police!"
"Let me go!" yelled Aurora. "Mom, let go of me!"
"When we get home, I plan on telling your father what you've been doing! He'll give you the belt, that's what he'll do!" shouted her mother furiously.
"NO!" screamed Aurora in terror, knowing full well what her father would do to her. Jeremiah Hawkins had an extremely short temper, and whenever Aurora got into trouble, he would pull off his big leather belt and beat her with it as hard as he could.
"Oh, yes," her mother said, a sadistic gleam in her eye. "Then you're going to get thrown out of the house! No slut will ever live under my roof!" She dragged Aurora out the door, and slammed it shut behind her.
A moment later, Christa broke the silence that had fallen over the party. "I am so glad that my parents aren't like that," she said in obvious relief. "No wonder she doesn't have any friends over to her house, if that's an example of what her parents are like."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
* * *
As her mother dragged her down the sidewalk, Aurora struggled to get free of her grasp. Frantically, she tried to think of a way to make her mother release her, but her mind was completely blank at the moment.
"Let me go!" she screamed. "LET ME GO!" Suddenly, her eyes unfocused, and Serena's arm burst into flame. She let go of her daughter, screaming and trying to put out the flames.
Aurora stepped away from her, stunned. Then she ran inside and grabbed a glass of water. She ran back outside and threw the water onto the flames, dousing them. Her mother shook her arm slightly, shaking the water off. Then she looked up at Aurora, her eyes burning with hatred.
"I should have known," Serena spat. "You're not just a slut; you're a freak! You're a worthless freak!" She opened the backseat of the car, and shoved Aurora inside. "When we get home, I'm going to make sure that your father beats you until you're dead!" With that, she drove off.
* * *
Claire Wilcox saw the whole thing from her house across the street. She immediately realized that the teenage girl was a New Mutant. --What else could she possibly be?-- she thought. Claire herself was a New Mutant, and her power was telekinesis. But somehow, she doubted that she could use her powers to save the girl. Then she smiled. There was only one man who could rescue that girl.
Claire crossed the room to the phone, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number of Sanctuary. It rang once, and then was answered.
"Hello?" came an unfamilar female voice.
"Is Adam there?" Claire asked.
"Who is this?" the young woman asked suspiciously.
"Claire Wilcox, also known as Floater," said Claire, giving both her real name and her code name. "Who are you?"
When she said that, Claire could have sworn that she heard a sigh of relief come from the other end of the phone line.
"Emma DeLauro, also known as Rapport," replied the young woman, responding the same way.
"Emma, I need to speak with Adam," Claire said. "Is he there?"
"Just a moment," Emma replied. A second later, Claire heard her shout, "Hey, Adam, do you know a woman named Claire Wilcox?"
"Yeah," Claire heard a male voice reply near the phone.
"Well, she wants to talk to you," Emma said. Claire heard her hand the phone to someone else.
A moment later, Adam's warm voice came on the line. "Hello?"
"Adam?" said Claire. "It's Claire. There's a New Mutant near my house."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, other than the fact that she made a person's arm burst into flames. Fortunately, she had the common sense to get some water and douse the flames."
"Well, that's good. Do you know where she lives?"
Claire shook her head. "Not a clue, Curly." She smiled faintly. She didn't have to see Adam to know that he was grimacing.
"Don't call me that."
Claire grinned mischieviously. "Sure thing, Curly."
"Don't call me that!"
Claire fought back a laugh. "Sorry, Adam. I couldn't resist." Then she changed the subject. "Is there a way for you to track her?"
"Yes, there is. But we don't have a whole lot to go on, other than the fact that she's a teenage girl."
"Well, she was at a party across the street from my house. I can go there and find out who she is, and where she lives," Claire replied. Then she grinned again. "See you later, Curly."
"ARGH!"
In the background, Claire could hear snickers and giggling. She laughed, and hung up. She opened the front door, and walked outside, shutting the door behind her. Then she walked across the street to the house where the party was at. She knocked on the front door, and it was opened a moment later by a teenage girl wearing a red t-shirt and a black leather miniskirt. She looked slightly apprehensive when she saw Claire standing there.
"Who are you?" she asked nervously.
"I'm Claire Wilcox. I live across the street." The teenage girl flushed slightly.
"Sorry if we're disturbing your sleep," she said apologetically. "We'll turn the music down a few notches." Claire shook her head.
"Kid, the level of music is fine. That's not why I'm here. I need to ask you about a girl your age who was dragged away from this party by a woman old enough to be her mother."
The teenage girl relaxed visibly. "That was Aurora Hawkins, and the woman who dragged her away was her mother." She shuddered. "God, I am *so* glad that my mom's not like that. She called Rora a slut just because she saw her sitting on the couch, talking with her boyfriend. She dragged her out the front door, saying that she was going to tell Rora's father that she was getting drunk and playing doctor, and that he would give her the belt. That scared the piss out of Rora, because she screamed and tried to get away from her mother. Then her mother told her that after that was done, she was going to throw her out of the house, because she refused to have a slut living under her roof."
"Well, don't worry. I've got a friend who can get her away from her parents. Can you tell me where she lives?"
The teenage girl nodded, and gave her the address. Claire thanked her, and left. She ran back over to her house and punched in the number of Sanctuary as fast as she could without making a mistake.
The phone rang once, and then Adam answered. "Have you got a name and address?" he asked.
"Yeah, I do. Her name's Aurora Hawkins, and she lives at 11 Eastwick Street, about five blocks from my house. And I suggest you and the rest of Mutant X get your asses over there, because I've got a feeling that something bad is happening to her."
"We're on it." The line went dead, and Claire hung up, leaning against the wall.
"Dear god, I hope they get there in time," she whispered.
* * *
Aurora screamed in pain as her father's leather belt connected with her bare back for the tenth time. She was facing the basement wall, her hands tied above her head. Her father had made her take her clothing off before he started beating her. --He is such a sadist-- she thought unhappily.
"Stop it!" she screamed. "Stop hurting me!"
Jeremiah slapped his daughter across the face. "I won't stop until you've bled to death, you little freak!" he shouted angrily. "You ungrateful little wretch! Your mother and I put clothing on your back and food in your stomach, and in return, you set your mother on fire!"
Suddenly, the basement door opened, but Jeremiah ignored it, figuring it was Serena, coming downstairs to watch him punish Aurora. He raised his arm to bring the belt down on her back again, but before he could, something grabbed him by the arm, and yanked him backwards, flinging him against the wall.
Aurora whimpered in pain, fully expecting her father to bring the belt down on her back again, but instead, she felt someone untie the ropes binding her wrists. She stumbled, but someone caught her.
"Don't worry," the person said soothingly. "You're safe now." The rest of the person's words faded away as Aurora fell into unconsciousness.
* * *
Adam, Emma, Shalimar Fox, Brennan Mulwray, and Jesse Kilmartin had been expecting the worst when they got to Aurora Hawkins' house, but nothing could have prepared them for what they encountered when they got there.
A woman in her early forties answered the door. She had short red hair and green eyes, and wore a t-shirt and jeans. She looked out at the members of Mutant X curiously, but her gaze hardened slightly when it landed on Emma and Shalimar.
"May I help you?" she asked politely.
"Are you Mrs. Hawkins?" Adam asked.
"Yes, I am."
"We need to speak with your daughter. Is she here?"
Mrs. Hawkins' gaze hardened even more. "No, she is not. Now, get off my property this moment, or I'll call the police."
Suddenly, a scream of pain came from the basement.
"Stop it!" screamed a young woman. "Stop hurting me!"
"I won't stop until you've bled to death, you little freak!" shouted a male voice. "You ungrateful little wretch! Your mother and I put clothing on your back and food in your stomach, and in return, you set your mother on fire!"
Adam, Emma, Shalimar, Jesse, and Brennan pushed past Mrs. Hawkins, and ran to the basement door. She stepped in front of the door, and tried to stop them from going downstairs.
"You can't go downstairs!" she said angrily. "I forbid it!" Shalimar's eyes glowed yellow for an instant, and Mrs. Hawkins' eyes widened in shock. "You're a freak, too!" she cried.
Shalimar shoved Mrs. Hawkins out of the way, and then yanked the basement door open. Adam ran downstairs, and saw a man in his mid-forties standing in front of a figure hanging by her hands from the ceiling, beating her relentlessly with a large leather belt. In the dim glow of the basement's single lightbulb, Adam could see that the figure was that of a naked teenage girl with long red hair, facing the basement wall.
The man, who Adam assumed was her father, raised his arm to bring the belt down on her back again, but before he could, Shalimar ran over there, grabbed him by the arm, and flung him against the wall. Adam ran over to Aurora, and untied her hands from the ceiling. She stumbled, and he caught her before she could fall down.
"It's okay," he said soothingly. "You're safe now. We're going to get you out of here." He doubted that Aurora had heard those words, because her eyes were closed. Adam removed his jacket and wrapped it around her figure. Then he lifted her into his arms, and carried her over to the basement steps. "Jesse, Brennan, Shalimar, Emma, I've got her. Let's get out of here."
Jesse, Brennan, and Shalimar all followed him, but Emma stayed behind for a few minutes, glaring down at Aurora's father.
"Emma, come on," called Shalimar.
Emma kicked Mr. Hawkins solidly in the side. "Asshole." Then she ran after the rest of the team.
As they left the house, they heard sirens approaching. "Sounds like someone's called in the cavalry," said Jesse.
"Good," said Emma in a low voice. "I hope they get locked up for life."
"I don't blame you," Shalimar said, glancing over at her. The five members of Mutant X went behind the house where the Helix was waiting, and boarded the silver jet. A few seconds later, the Helix lifted into the air, and flew away.
* * *
Serena staggered out of the front door of her house, gingerly feeling her head. She winced when her finger encountered a painful bump there from when she had been shoved aside by that blond freak with the glowing eyes.
"Those freaks," she muttered angrily. "They're going to pay for what they've done to me and my husband."
Suddenly, several police cars drove up, lights flashing. Serena blinked in surprise.
One of the policemen approached her. "Are you Serena Hawkins?"
"Yes, I am." The police officer shoved her up against the side of her house, handcuffing her hands behind her back. "Hey! Let me go!"
"Mrs. Hawkins, you and your husband are under arrest for the attempted murder of your daughter Aurora," the police officer said. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you. You have the right to an attorney. You may either choose one yourself, or the court will choose one for you." A couple of the policemen went inside the house, and came back out again a few minutes later with Jeremiah in handcuffs.
Serena glared at the police officer angrily. --This is all Aurora's fault! If I ever see her again, I'll kill her!-- she thought furiously.
to be continued...
* * *
A/N: I plan on having Claire appear in the entire story. How many people think I should have a romance form between her and Adam? Anyhoo, please R&R, but no flames, 'cause otherwise I'll have to kick your sorry arses from here to Middle Earth. See ya!
