Keith stepped of the jet that landed under a basketball court sometime around five in the afternoon. He was thoroughly impressed by the technology used in the craft but still would have preferred to fly himself. Breanna stood next to him, her pack slung securely over her shoulders. Keith and Breanna had argued with Scott and Logan into allowing her to come with. "Sora needs us both."
"And what good would bringing you along do?" Scott sneered.
"I'm her sister. She needs her family." Breanna said coolly.
"You must understand, Sora's not the most stable of people. When our parents died, she split." Keith said calmly. "Breanna is the only one that I know that can take Sora's abuse."
Reluctantly, they allowed her to come along. Keith watched an older man come up to them in a wheel chair and held out his hand. "Hello Keith, Breanna. I'm Charles Xavier. Come, I'll explain everything to you in my study."
Keith did as he was told and followed the crippled man. They took an elevator up into the main part of the mansion and he and Breanna were shocked by the dramatic change in scenery. Rather than the highly technologic feel of the down stairs, he was surrounded by warm colors and wood working. The sun filtered happily through the high open windows, each with there own set of thick open drapes. When the elevator behind him closed, it was not the metallic that opened down stairs, but warm oak.
Keith kept his mouth shut as he inspected the building. A loud bell rung overhead and all the doors burst open. People started poring out of the doors, most of them being in there teen years. They all headed in the same general direction and Keith looked at his watch. 'Noon,' he thought as the stragglers passed them as well.
"Logan, Scott, Marie, you may need to join us in this chat." The Xavier said as he entered one of the rooms. It was too big to be a study, too small to be a class room, but that's the feeling the room gave off. A large couch sat in front of the desk, its colors nicely complimented by the two chairs sitting next to it. Breanna took a seat on the couch with the girl while the three males remained standing.
"So, Keith, I believe you are aware of what you are? Then you should know you're only here so we can help you. Do you have any idea who took your sister?"
"A blue woman and a beast like man. There was a third member, but we didn't fight him or her. They must have taken her while we were fighting in the clearing." He said, giving this information like he was at foot ball practice. That's what the old man made him feel. He just reminded Keith so much of his old coach.
"Mystique and Sabertooth. I don't know who this third person was, though we do know who sent them. Magneto, though I'm not sure why, wanted you, Keith. He's trying to recruit mutants to his cause." The professor explained. "He believes in a world where mutants exist freely as the superior race. He plains on getting rid of all humans. I admit that I too wish to see a world where mutants are free to show themselves freely, but coexisting. Mutants and nonmutants alike living and working together for the greater good."
"And now he has my sister and we don't even know what she is capable of." Keith said angrily. "Someone said that you can help us find her, now I hope they weren't lying."
The kind elderly man in front of him just smiled at him, a knowing twinkle in his old blue eyes. "Yes, we can help you find her, and keep you and her safe so long as you stay with us at the mansion."
"I'll do anything get Sora back, just tell us when and where." Breanna said with determination and spite.
"It has been a long time hasn't it. May I inquire as to why you're here?" Xavier asked calmly, that warm smile still gracing his face.
"I'm here to find Sora. And no, I will not be staying." She was glaring daggers at the old man. Keith could only begin to fathom what relation they had, but decided not to comment on it, knowing full well that she would answer with her fist. The girls he surround himself with were most violent, but it was what made them them. And at the moment, Breanna was looking for any excuse to hit someone. Her primary target was the professor in front of her. It was best to leave her alone in these times, but Keith wanted to make sure she didn't do anything.
"I'm sorry your last stay here was a bad experience. Unfortunately Jean is no longer with us." Everyone in the room looked crest fallen and Rouge started silently sobbing. Cyclops face contorted as if he was trying to keep himself from crying and Logan simply turned his head away. It was when Breanna lowered her head that Keith realized what was meant by 'no longer with us'.
"I'm sorry, but you can't say I didn't tell you so." Breanna said bitterly, her eyes to the floor.
"I know. I'm sorry we didn't listen to you."
"Wait," Scott interrupted. "You were the one who threatened to drown her. What are you doing here?" His face was contorted with anger now as he rounded up on the shorter girl.
"I threatened no one. I warned her of what may happen. I told her to beware of her powers and waters. But of course no one listens to me but these kids." She was getting up out of her seat, rage dancing in her eyes like fire; irrational and untamed. Keith placed one firm hand on her shoulder and she sat back down, glaring even harder at the professor. If looks could ever have killed someone, this one would have taken out everyone in the mansion.
Calmed down and quickly gathering her composer, Breanna returned her gaze to the floor. "When did this happen?" She asked quietly.
"A year ago, at Alkali Lake in Alaska." The professor said somberly. Breanna let her long dusty colored hair fall in front of her face. Keith had never seen her like this. Though at times her language was brash, she always kept her voice and appearance pleasant. Now she was rigid with anger and she sounded even more pissed.
All this was making Keith impatient and agitated. "Yes. On to the matter at hand," Xavier said, raising his eye brows. "We can find your sister but it will take some time. In the meanwhile, Rogue will you show Breanna to her room, and Logan, can you show Keith to his?"
"Why can't he do it?" Logan asked, indicating Scott who was waiting by the door.
"Because he has a class to teach, and seeing as you don't have anything to do until later, the least you could do is keep yourself busy." Xavier reasoned with a kind smile. Logan just rolled his eyes and walked out the door. Keith, following close behind the older man looked around with little to no interest, the whole of his thoughts on finding his sister. So it wasn't that hard for him be completely lost when they finally found a room.
It was a large spacious room with a lone bed in the center of one wall. Two dressers and a desk also adorned the room, as did the two night stands and empty book self. Seeing the later item sent a shock through his heart and mind. If his sister were there, that shelf would never be cleared. He pushed back this sadness to the back of his mind, not wanting to dwell on it. Keith and Logan shared a nod Keith put his bag on the bed.
He didn't bring a whole lot with him. At most he had six changes of clothing, his toiletries, and this large marble his sister gave him for his eighteenth birthday. Sora had called it a dragon's eye due to the strange nature of the green sphere. When the light hits it just right, it had the characteristics of a dragon or cat like eye. She had said that with it, he just had to say the right words and look through it to find her. He wished desperately it would work now but knew it couldn't for several reasons.
It was just a stone, a clear green stone that tends to collect dust though he found he couldn't sleep with out it. That's why he brought it with him this time, not to use it with a spell that he doubts exists. It gave him comfort.
"That was some fighting back there." Logan said from the door way. "What were you two doing any way?"
"I don't know." Keith answered truthfully. "That man, he hurt my sister. I love her, you know. I saved her once… I tried to save her again."
"It's not your fault you know," he said with a wry smile. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-one," Keith said absentmindedly.
"Good, you're coming with me then." The gruff man then turned and left Keith curious to follow. The older man led him through the mansion again, this time passing many students on the way. On the way to where, Keith still did not know where he was going, they had picked up a strange… blue… man? He was protesting most of the way but when Logan said something along the lines of "would you rather him drive back here drunk," he quietly agreed.
"Does someone want to tell me where we're going?" Keith asked impatiently. No answer. He then settled for just following them in the hopes of finding out. His following wound up in a garage filled with cars and a line of bikes. Logan eyed one of the motorcycles for a while then turned to a candy apple red convertible.
"You better turn on that holowhatchacallit thing." He said to the blue man. His hand quickly flew to the watch like thing on his wrist and a strange thing happened. Like a bad picture on an old television, his frame fizzled out and back in. Now instead of being blue and misshapen, he was as normal as anyone else with short curly brown hair that still held his bluish tinge and bright green eyes.
Keith just blinked at the new person standing before him. "There is no way I'm going to figure this place out." The two in front of him didn't seem to notice the comment; they were too busy trying to decide who was going to drive what.
"Fine, we won't take this car." Logan exasperated and turned to the dark blue Honda next to the convertible. He opened the door and got in, not waiting for the rebuttal he knew was coming. Keith shrugged his shoulders and climbed in the back, not used to driving anywhere. Everything was close enough to walk in Pinckneyville, so it was rare for him to actually get in the car, let alone drive one. For that he was grateful for the older man driving.
They left the mansion in sweet quiet, the only sound being that of the car and road beneath them. He leaned against the door and pulled his legs up to sit crossed legged. Keith must have dozed off because the next thing he knew the door behind him had disappeared and he was falling out the back door. "Come on, we're here."