Chapter 9

The house looked like nothing strange. It was pure white and it had peeling brown wooden shutter and a red door. Remy walked by the mailbox and quickly placed a circular shaped devise on top of it. It was a motion sensor. Remy walked up onto the wooden porch. He noticed the wooden swing with green floral material on the seat. It swung gently with the mid-evening breeze. Remy knocked gently on the door twice, loudly and firmly and waited. It was answered shortly by an elderly yet stockily built man, Pyro's grandfather Remy assumed. The man nodded stiffly and Remy followed him inside the house. The hall wasn't much, but the sitting room and kitchen were cluttered with all types of things from souvenirs to family memories and pictures.

"You can sleep on the couch if you want," the man said. Remy looked up at him.

"Pyro was very insistent, I'll need to stay up," Remy told him. John nodded.

"I see, I see...," he mumbled. He nodded and made his way towards the door to the hall again. "I'll be upstairs; I won't be sleeping for a few hours, so if you need anything just shout." John left the room. Remy made sure he heard John's feet drag up the stairs before sitting down on the couch. The walls of the room were a light yellow colour, but it was hard to see because the wall was covered in newspaper articles and posters of old movies. Remy recognised the face of the man in the posters and realized that he must be related to Pyro or John. Remy thought about switching on the TV but decided on reading a book in the end. Remy stayed up all night, reading and thinking and pacing around the room.

Remy peered at the clock. 08:30. He heard a buzz and saw a remote control looking object vibrate while lying on the coffee table. He pounced on it and grabbed it. It told him that the motion sensors had detected something on the front porch. Remy grabbed the gun he had stored in his coat pocket. He ran to the front door. Sure enough, he could see the outline of someone through the blinds pulled down over the window. He put his hand on the doorknob and twisted. He flung open the door and pointed the gun at the person there.

He lowered his gun hesitantly as he saw a girl bent over some milk bottles.

"Who are you?" he asked. She frowned.

"I'm the milk-man." Remy was confused.

"Shouldn't you be...male?" Remy said tentatively. She scowled.

"I'm filling in for my dad if you must know." She eyed his gun. "What's with that thing?"

"Oh, it's a long story," he said. He put the gun back in his holster. "I'm Remy," he said, offering his hand.

"I'm Rogue," she told him. "Now what's this long story?"

She was wriggling around but couldn't escape. She was drowning in cold water so deep it seemed there was no bottom. She tried to scream but when she tried to water rushed into her mouth. There was silence, but somehow it was a chaotic silence. She couldn't see anything, even though on the day she remembered being able to see everything. She saw darkness, she felt darkness.

Wanda woke up covered in a cold sweat. She was gasping for air. She felt a hand touch hers. She looked up to see Pyro staring at her.

"Are you alright?" he asked her. She nodded slowly.

"Did I fall asleep?" she asked. Pyro nodded.

"We were trying to figure out how to get to Lorna and you dozed off, don't worry about it." The two of them were sitting on a park bench. They had come there hours ago and still hadn't hatched any kind of plan. They watched the sun rise over the trees. Wanda wiped her eyes and realized she was crying. Pyro put an arm around her.

"We'll get her back," he assured her. Wanda nodded. Pyro wiped away her tears but she couldn't stop. He held her as she wept silently, he wanted to help her but he didn't know how.

After a while she tried her tears and stood up. She didn't know what to say. Pyro spoke first. "So, do you have any idea where your dad lives?" he asked. She shook her head.

"I know what the place looks like but I don't remember how we got there or where it is. I only went there once and the trip there was sort of distracting so I paid no attention where we were going. We had to go on a helicopter to go there too." Pyro thought for a moment.

"So we have no idea where it is he's taken Lorna," he clarified.

"No." Pyro thought some more.

"I know how we can get there."

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