My Powers, My Life
Chapter 12
A/N: Okay so I know it's been a while. Actually over a year...wow. But since so many people seem to want me to finish this story, I will try my best. Hopefully going to see the final X-Men movie will boost my inspiration. But until then, enjoy!
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Abby sat in the corner of the metal room, her knees pulled up to her chest. 'I hate this place. I want to go home.' She felt a single tear roll down her cheek but she swiped it away quickly. 'I can't let them see me cry.'
"Cheer up my dear," Magneto called. He strode into the room, hands behind his back and stopped a few feet from the girl. "It's about time I share a little piece of information with you."
Abby looked at him curiously. She knew she shouldn't trust him, after all this was the man that had taken her away from her parents and brought her to this horrible place. But there was something in the tone of his voice that struck her as weird. 'He seems scared.'
Eric drew a hand across his face before continuing. "Professor Xavier never told you that he and I were friends, did he?"
Abby shook her head vehemently. "The Professor would never be friends with someone like you!"
Magneto laughed shrewdly. "Of course he would. We were quite close once. I helped him build the machine he calls Cerebro."
Abby's eyes widened. She had heard her parents talk about the machine numerous times, but every time she would ask them what it did they told Abby that they would tell her when she was older. It must have been some big secret because it was kept in the basement where students weren't allowed.
"I see you know what I am talking about," Magneto laughed. "Charles and I built that machine together. And then he took it from me." Eric took a deep breath to calm himself. "And you are going to help me get it back."
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Jean took a seat on the bottom of her bed and rubbed her temples in slow circles. She's been working with Cerebro for the last six hours and still she could not find a single trace of Abigail. 'Where is she?' Scott had stopped in a few hours ago to make sure she was okay. She had lied and said she was fine, but Jean knew that Scott knew better.
'How can I be fine when my little girl is gone? I don't know where she is and I have no way of finding her!' As much as she willed the tears to stand at bay, they began to flow freely down her cheek. She didn't even bother to swipe them away as she felt a piece of her heart crumbling within her chest.
"Jeannie?" Logan called into the room. He had heard her sobbing from the hallway and decided she needed to be with someone right now, not sitting alone in her room to wallow in her pain.
"Logan," she sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I thought everyone was still working."
Wolverine stepped into the room and closed the door softly behind him. "They're working. I don't think Slim has slept sinceā¦." Logan stopped himself before he could finish the sentence.
"I know," she whispered.
"We're going to find her Jean," he said suddenly. Stepping into the room, Logan took a seat on the bed next to Jean and took her hand in his.
Jean lifted her eyes to Logan's and what she saw there gave her a new sense of strength. She saw there only one thing: resilience. She knew the X-Men would not rest until Abby was safely in her arms. This gave her the strength to go back to work.
"Thank you," she whispered before pulling Logan into a chaste hug before striding out of the room intent on finding her daughter.
"Anytime Jeannie," he whispered, "anytime."
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Professor Charles Xavier sat at his desk, a blank stare on his face. To the average eye it would seem that the professor was daydreaming, getting lost in a dream world that afforded him leave of the chair that bound him. But his students knew better; they knew he was not merely dreaming but was in fact in a deep trance. He was attempting to reach out, utilizing his telepathic abilities, to find any traces of Abby Summers.
Thus far his attempts had been futile. He could find no trace of the girl anywhere within his range; yet he still kept hope. In the back of his mind he sensed the familiar presence of an old friend. Sighing heavily, Charles turned to the window to his left. His eyes scanned the horizon praying for any sign of activity. He was met with none.
"What are you up to Eric?" he asked into the silence of his office.
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