Chapter 13: It
A/N Why... hello my little sheep. I don't believe we have properly introduces... I, am Blindside, or as many others know me... Anity. I wanted to say that this chapter... oh... this chapter. It must be mine and OurEeklyPple's favorite. You wanna know why? There's blood, suicide, divorce, abuse, divorce, and a lot of darkness... So I warn all of you... younglings... if you're squeamish... then I recommend you skip, unless your afraid... because I enjoy fear. Anyways... I hope you enjoy...
From your loving creature that lurks in your mind and gives you nightmares~
Enjoy~
It had been a week, and to say the least, it was miserable. It kept speaking to her during the middle of classes, making her lose focus and argue with It during the lessons. Unfortunately, Clare was really shaky around her, but she was starting to get better; starting to forget the past horrors. Unlike Rogue, who always seemed really twitchy around Rose, like she had seen something. The only times where It would leave her alone is when she was tired or heading for the Danger Room.
Like today.
She was in her other form and had finally managed to get a new set of clothing for it. It was like the first dress, but this one had an extra pair of sleeves, which she was greatly appreciative of. She raised her hand, the silver aura radiating off of it, and surrounded the figure in front of her. The drone was lifted up into the air and she tossed it behind her, making it almost hit Rogue in the process. Yet luckily, Rogue stepped out of the way just in time and hit her droid as well, ending the game.
Everyone cheered and Abigail ran up to Rose and said, "Nice one! That was great!"
Rose smiled and watched as Clare came up to her. Clare said giddily, "Nice. Great job."
Rose heard footsteps approaching from behind and she turned to see who it was, but was greeted by a fist to her face. She staggered back and held her now pulsing face. She opened her eyes and saw Rogue standing in front of her, with an angered face. Both Scott and Ororo were in the tower still and didn't have time to stop Rogue from her anger.
Rogue yelled, "What were you thinking?! I was standing right there! I get that you enjoy killing people, but can you try and not kill me?" There were a few gasps from the growing crowd and Rose was deeply offended.
Rose choked out, "What are you-"
"Oh, I know." Rogue cut her off, "I know about those kids. The truth." Rose's look dropped. How did she? "I know because of last week. How else had you passed out before taking that… that thing out of Clare. I know the truth. You kill for fun. You find it amusing, you aim for death." Rose was on the brink of tears, but Rogue continued on, "I don't even know why we let you in here! You're a monster, a murderer! You should have stayed in that prison with that excuse for a family you had!"
Rose's heart dropped. You could call her anything, but offending the only people that loved her? That wasn't on the list. Rose could feel it: Blindside was now listening, growing amused at Rose's anger. It listened more to hear Rogue rant on.
"Yeah that's right!" She looked around at the crowd, "That story she told us! It was true! She is a monster! She was the killer, she was the little girl! She… she's a freak!"
"Oh… she just said it."
Rose was now filled with rage and she let her arms fly out and grab Rogue by the neck, lifting her up and off of her feet. Rogue gasped and a few screams could be heard from the others. Rose's eyes darkened, emotionally and physically, and they turned black. She looked into Rogue's face, her sanity slowly dripping away.
She leered out, "D-did you just say that?"
Rogue leered down upon her and hissed out, "You know I did… Freak."
That was it. Rose's sanity was gone. Nothing was left. Blindside's laughter came to Rose's mind, "It's show time…" Rose's mind went dark, but someone else's came alive and It was very happy.
Rose was gone, there was no more of the past girl inside of it. What was once Rose, tossed Rogue aside and into the wall, causing a loud bang and multiple gasps. While everyone stared at the now limp Rogue, they could hear the growing laughter coming from Rose, which wasn't her laughter at all. They all slowly turned and were greeted with quite a sight: Rose was shifting, no, morphing.
She was growing taller and taller by the second. She must have grown two or three feet, because now she was towering above them all. Her eyes disappeared, creating a faceless being and her skin turned grey. As she was in the process of growing, the gown tore and multiple scratches and holes appeared on the outside of it. Her gem had gone black with no light emitting from it. While her hair had gone black. No longer having its loveliness to it. If someone could accurately describe her with the first word that came to their mind it would be this:
Fear.
The creature looked around the room at all the faces, taking in the sight. It was… a work of art. It saw everyone was here now and It looked around at them. Scott stepped forward, holding his hands up and saying, "Rose, Rose what happened?"
The creature peered down at them and that's when they witnessed something even more sickening: It opened its mouth. Mouth. Rose's form didn't have a mouth. It slowly unlatched its jaw, revealing what looked like the endless void within. Yet there were no teeth, no nothing. It's jagged lips made it look like the smile you'd see on a jack-o-lantern. Everyone's look fell and oh… did It cherish that look.
It opened its mouth and spoke to them. It actually spoke, not what Rose did with telepathy. It spoke. "I'm sorry…. Ose isn't here… Only… Blindside." It had Rose's voice, but everyone could tell that it wasn't Rose. It was filled with hate and fear and there was no sign of Rose. This… this was something else.
It looked about again and spoke once more, with its sickening voice, "I couldn't help but hear what the girl named Ogue claimed. She said that Ose had killed the children… but no… I did. Not Ose. She was too weak, too innocent. I did it. And oh did I love it. The screams, the blood, the… the death." It went silent, thinking back on those horrid memories.
Scott looked at it and said, "Rose, this isn't you. Think-"
Suddenly, long, sleek, black tentacles grew out of It's back. One of them quickly wrapped around Scott's neck with enough force to cause him to choke on his own air. Most of the students screamed in terror as Blindside stared at Scott with its nonexistent eyes. It leered out, "I told you. I am not Ose. She is weak, puny. I am nothing like her. I am more powerful, stronger, smarter. I am the better of her." It sighed, "Of course you couldn't know that. You can't see me."
It paused for a moment, letting its words sink in. It raised one of its tentacles as It came closer to Scott's visor. Scott stared in terror while It slowly let its gaze turn up, meeting his terrified one. It hissed out, "We'll just have to change that then..."
It let the tentacle slither back and Rogue screeched, "NO!"
It peered over at her, which was enough time for Scott to grab hold of his visor and let a beam of energy fly out that nailed the creature straight in the face. It screeched and let go of Scott. He fell to the floor as he gasped for breath and rubbed his now aching throat.
Meanwhile, Blindside was screeching its head off. It landed on the ground and once the burning heat left, It was angry. Not normal anger, but rage. It slowly stood up and stared at the petrified kids. It looked back to Scott as It hissed out, "I may not be able to show you, but I know I can show the other children."
A dark flash of darkness consumed the room and the creature was gone. Storm helped Scott onto his feet, while some of the other children helped Rogue up. The moment the creature was gone Xavier was able to get a grab at their minds, "Scott? Scott? What happened?"
Scott rubbed his head, a migraine forming the moment that the thing disappeared. Scott said, "Rose… there is something else inside her. Whatever is inside her… It wasn't Rose. It called itself Blindside."
Scott didn't hear anything from Xavier for a moment, but then he finally said, "Whatever is inside of Rose must be even more powerful than her. I couldn't reach you telepathically. There was something much stronger blocking me out until something happened to It. Scott, what even happened?"
Scott took a moment to catch his breath before answering, "She changed after becoming angered by something Rogue said and was saying these strange things about how we couldn't see her. She grabbed me by my neck and was choking me and was, what I believe, about to gouge my eyes out. Then she said-" Scott went silent as it finally fell on him.
Xavier said worriedly, "Scott? Scott? What did she say?"
Scott said in terror, "Oh God… S-she said that she would show the other children. Professor, she's going to kill the other children. We need to get them out of here immediately!"
Xavier went silent and then said, "Where is she now?"
Scott looked around him, already knowing that she was nowhere in sight, but it was worth a shot. He said exasperatedly, "I-I don't know Professor, she just teleported off. She could be anywhere by now."
Xavier spoke solemnly, "Scott, get the kids into the tower, I'll contact the others telepathically and tell them to go to the Danger Room and to the tower. Right now, it is the only safe place where they have a chance of defence. Understood?" Scott nodded.
A single voice pierced the awkward silence, "Where are Grace, Abigail, and Clare?"
…
Clare ran into their dorm and found tiny PaperCut hiding under Rose's pillow. He had felt a strange presence from the Institute, a darkness of something wicked filling the school. Clare came to him and cradled his small body. She whispered, "It's okay, little dude. Come on."
She stopped when she saw a dark presence in the restroom. She halted and slowly, but surely stepped towards it. Her heart pulling at her to do so. Why? She had no idea. It was closed, but she could see the lights on from beneath the crack. PaperCut snuggled into her arms more, obviously feeling the strangeness that Clare felt. Clare shakily raised her hand and pushed the door. The minute it swung on its hinges, she regretted it.
Blood. Blood was everywhere. Clare's eyes widened in realization. It wasn't their bathroom, It was hers. She nearly dropped PaperCut as she sent her hands flying up to cover her mouth from screaming bloody murder. Luckily, little PaperCut held onto her shirt and was now nuzzling her neck for safety.
Inside was pure terror. It was that day. That day when she had tried to commit suicide. All the blood, all the screams. She remembered every sickening minute of it. She remembered stepping into the bathtub so her parents wouldn't have a huge mess to clean up after. She remembered the slicing in her arms, missing the vein and letting only a long stream of blood flow into the tub. The only problem with the scene in front of her now…
It was so bloody. She slowly stepped inside, seeing everything. She slowly looked to the tub. She gasped as a single tear flowed down her face. It was her. It was her in the tub. Dead. She was dead. Is this what would have happened if she had gone further and Xavier hadn't found her just in time? Would this have been her future?
She slowly approached the mirror. Something was written on it. It was horrible. How? Why? She looked at them closely, 'YOU SEE WHAT I SEE'. She choked back a sob and slid down the wall as her back hit it. Now seeing pure fear. She slid down right next to the corpse of herself. She was so pale, she was like death. She stared at her corpse for a moment and she saw something horrible.
It opened its eyes. Her corpse opened its eyes. Clare gasped, but before she could say a thing, her corpse stood and lifted her with her. Clare stared into her own eyes. Her tears strolling down her face, while tiny little PaperCut struggled to stay on.
Her lifeless eyes peered into Clare's soul. That's when the unthinkable happened. She spoke. Yet it wasn't Clare's voice. It was… Its voice. "Do you see what I see now?"
Clare's eyes widened and she was in terror. She struggled against her corpse's grip. Finally, she went limp and whimpered out, "Just get it over with…"
The corpse had a smile and not just any smile, it was Its smile. That jack-o-lantern scowl. Clare hung there limp and heard what seemed to be the shifting of skin. It was disgusting, yet she couldn't care less. It was her own blindside that she couldn't hide away anymore. She wanted it gone, which meant her being gone. It's not like anyone would care.
…
Grace and Abigail practically flew out of the room after seeing their roommate fly out of the dorm and into the hall. They had to go after her. They saw the bathroom door open and saw Clare in the clutches of… of It. It had its tentacles around Clare's neck where she hung limp.
Blindside's tentacles slowly wrapped around Clare's body and were creeping towards her eyes. Abigail immediately knew what would happen and she screeched, "Clare!"
The creature's dead expression came to face the two other girls. It separated its jaw like hinges and screeched that ear piercing howl. The two girls covered their ears and they could see the creature tightening its grasp on Clare. Abigail yelled again, "Clare, listen to me! Don't give way to temptation. You are better than this! We love you, you are like a sister to us. Don't give way to darkness!"
It was as if a twig had snapped in Clare's mind, for she blinked and looked into the nonexistent eyes of Blindside. Clare gasped and looked at it dead on, making Blindside smirk again. Clare managed to tug her arm out and she punched the creature square in the jaw, making It tumble back and lose its grasp on Clare. Clare scrambled up and grabbed of PaperCut as she sprinted out of the bathroom.
All previous memories of death and hatred were gone. Nothing was left, but the current evil being within. She slammed the door shut and tossed a petrified PaperCut to Grace then yelled to her two friends, "Run!"
The trio sprinted out of the room. All previous thoughts leaving them as flight or fight response kicked in, choosing the obvious answer of flight. They heard the sickening screech from It and a sudden vworp! Well, now they had no idea where it was.
They came to a corner hallway and all at once a message echoed in their minds, "All students report to the danger room. This is not a drill. Please go as quickly, calmly, and quietly as possible and then wait for your teacher's instructions."
They looked at each other and quickly sprinted off. Curse their dorm being on the other side of the school. They ran to a hallway and looked about it frantically. Abigail looked to Clare and asked, "You alright?"
Clare nodded and panted out, "I came back for PaperCut, I knew Grace would never hold me to it otherwise." She panted a laugh and expected a thanks from Grace, but heard nothing. She faced where Grace was standing and asked, "Grace?"
…
Grace stood frozen. Since when had there been a hallway that was nothing but darkness? She stared down it oddly and looked around. And since when had her friends been able to disappear? She peered around worriedly and heard a voice come to her.
"Oh Race… I'm not going to lie, you were always my favorite…"
Grace spun around on her heels and was met with the leering face of Blindside. She shot her hand out in a karate-like position and threatened to punch Blindside. In response, It only laughed, managing to send a shiver down Grace's back.
The creature walked up to her without hesitation and said, "I just wanted to talk with you and take a walk."
Grace looked at it questionably, but before she could say a word, Blindside managed to grab her wrist and drag her along. Grace tugged at it, but noticed it was impossible to lose her grip with the demon. She slumped and walked with It in terror.
The creature smirked and said, "Race… Race… do you wanna know a reason why I like you?" Grace looked at the creature questionably, but gestured for It to go on. It smirked more and finished, "You're weak."
Grace stopped her thoughts. Pardon? She looked at It, causing It only to smirk more. It raised its upper right hand and snapped its fingers, making It vanish into thin air and out of sight. Grace paused and looked around questionably, wondering where It had disappeared off to.
Her question was answered when she heard the sound of sobbing behind her. She turned around and there sat a little girl, her face and arms covered in bruises. She stood there in the rain with the light drops of water pelting her sorrowful face.
Grace's look went pale as she watched the young girl cry. She stood there, her arms not only covered with bruises, but with the smudges of her once beautiful drawing that she had painted onto her arms. Now it drained away in the rain, along with her hopes and dreams of being liked. Everything was gone.
The people around her were like the shadowy fears that taunted her in people's dreams. She watched as one of the bullies stepped forward, pointing at the now ruined art on her arms. He laughed and a dark young voice came into her ears, "Look at the freak! Her arts's not even that good and she's crying over it!"
The current Grace was on the brink of tears as she remembered those days. How she was always bullied and hated for doing the things that she loved. She watched as the past her covered her face and wiped tears away only in return to get punched in the jaw. Future Grace gasped, remembering that hit. She even had a scar to prove it. She shakily brought up her hand and lightly touched the bottom of her chin, feeling the tiny scar on her jaw line.
The tiny Grace fell to the ground in a heaping mess, crying her eyes out. Grace looked at herself, all the pain returning to her thoughts. How had she been that?
The image faded away and the creatures voice returned to her, "Wanna know another reason on why you're weak?"
A new image came up, this one more recent. She remembered that night. It was horrible. It was her own nightmare.
Her younger self opened the door and gasped not seeing a single of her origami creations in sight. She scrambled to look around, unable to find a single one, until she saw one tiny little shimmer from the closet. She ran over and opened it up and there sat the tiny shaking PaperCut, holding his cut arm.
Grace picked up her tiny friend and cradled him as she looked around, unable to see any other friend. She rushed out of the room, tiny PaperCut hiding in her hair as best as he could. She rushed into the kitchen and watched in horror as her father tossed the paper creatures within the fire without a care. Grace's heart fell. Unlike most, she could hear them. She could hear their screams of terror as they were tossed into the fire and burned alive. Her father looked at her in annoyance.
His face angered as he said angrily, "Why didn't you throw them away? I told you to get rid of them."
She watched in horror and wanted to scream. Every single creature screaming bloody murder before being tossed into the pits off the fire. Why hadn't she told them of her powers? She felt guilty for all their deaths. Each little creation's death was because of her. She was the killer, not her father. Older Grace watched in horror and began to cry over the memory. She had tried to cover her whole life in happiness to make up for it.
She had created others, but they weren't the same. PaperCut was the only one who would accept her. He was scared and she swore to never let him leave.
The image vanished again and the creature chuckled at her horror. It said with a sickening voice, "Oh… here is my favorite. This is the real reason."
A new image popped up. It was that day. The day of all days to make her lie about herself. Her mother and father screamed at each other in the hallway, leaving her tiny twelve year old self to hide in the closet, covering her ears and trembling.
Tears stained her face and little PaperCut hid in her arms, scared of the yelling as well. It was that day. The day she would never see her father again. And it was all her fault…
"Yes… it was your fault Race. If it weren't for you, your parents would have been happy and together." Grace looked up in horror at the creature which now appeared in front of her. The only problem… she believed that It was right. It was her fault…
She leaned down and sniffled, the creature staying surprisingly silent before speaking, "I can make the pain go away you know…" Her head shot up, staring at the creature. Could it really take away her pain? She looked at It and It continued on, "I can make you see what it would be like. I can show you what I see. Would you like that Race?"
Grace looked at It for a moment. Could It take away her pain? She bit her lip and looked away, she shouldn't say it.
"Please."
Yet she did.
The creature smirked and spoke wickedly, "Just close your eyes." Grace did so, "Just let go, let me show you what to do. I will let you see. Just like Ose…" Wait… Rose. No. She couldn't do this. She had to continue on for Rose. To save her. She opened her eyes and saw the tentacles in front of her. She gasped and yelled.
"NO!"
…
Grace gasped back into reality and grabbed her thumping heart. She tumbled to the ground and nearly sent PaperCut flying off her. Clare and Abigail came to her side, "Grace? Are you okay?
She nodded and noticed something appearing in front of them. It was… It. She gasped and yelled, "Run!"
The creature gave its sickening screech and the girls were practically flying down the hall. They ran by the library and Abigail yelled, "Stop! In here!"
They launched themselves inside and were able to hear the thumping of footsteps behind them. They looked around frantically and hid behind the nearest desk they saw, while Grace went to go hide behind some shelves. Abigail and Clare gestured for her to join them, but it was too late.
The creature burst inside, Its tentacles roaming the area. No one could speak. Everything went silent and dark for the creature, while the girls watched it crawl inside. Clare fidgeted uncomfortably and looked to Abigail. Abigail returned her gaze towards Clare and indicated for her to calm down silently.
The creature lurked inside. It needed sound to see and It could only see faint images, not enough to depict out the girls. One thing It hated was its poor senses compared to Rose's. It wanted it so badly; it would make the hunt a lot easier.
For now, It would have to use its tentacles for feeling. It knew they were in there, maybe there was another way It could hunt them. As the humans say, It could sense fear. One thing Rose was incapable of. It lurked inside and spoke calmly, "Lare… Race… Bigail… I know you're here. Come out, come out wherever you are~"
The girls stayed silent and It felt like cursing under its breath. It managed to grab something inside of Abigail's mind at the last moment though. It's smirk widened and It hissed out, venom seeping within its tone, "Bigail… know what this reminds me of? Those times at your home. The times you spent hiding silently."
Abigail tensed at those words. How could It know about that? Abigail stayed silent and listened closer, "Yes, you know what I speak of. What was his name… was it Odney? Yes, Odney. And his… belt." Abigail trembled and raised her hands to cover her ears. The creature managed to pick up that hint of fear. It smirked and began to stalk towards them, not yet pinpointing them, but getting a clue.
It continued on, "Is that why you rarely speak? You're afraid that he will return to haunt you, to beat you, to make you bleed again…" Abigail was on the verge of crying and Clare raised her hands and covered Abigail's mouth to keep her from sobbing. The creature's grin continued to grow and it said, "Yes… you're weak, just like Race. You're afraid of men. You're afraid of me. It's your Blindside. You are scared of me…"
Clare looked at Abigail worriedly. She knew that she was abused. Was it really that bad? Had she been abused that bad to leave her with scars of men? She knew she rarely felt safe around the adult men, but this was horrible. How could anything speak of this without being afraid themselves? Yet it continued on, picking up on Abigail's fear like a star, it was so bright.
It came right near the table, the tentacles slithering downward and skimming the underneath of the wood. It whispered, "Fear, that's what drives us all to weakness. Even me, little Bigail. Even Ose…"
It flung the table over and in return everyone screeched. The creature raised its tentacles and was about to strike, but instead was sent flying by a man who had teleported in and kicked it away with great force. It moaned a little, before peering at the demon that had sent her flying: Kurt.
He grabbed the girls and said quickly, "Quickvy grav me!"
The girls grabbed his coat and Kurt teleported away, sending the creature into a tantrum. It started to scream bloody murder. The girls reappeared in the familiar office of Xavier. He watched them and said, "Girls! What were you doing in the west wing?"
Grace calmed Abigail, but Clare spoke for them, "It was my fault sir, I went to get PaperCut."
The tiny paper robot came flying out and began to soar around the ceiling in anxiety. Everyone calmed, but then PaperCut came soaring back to Grace, going to hide in her hair. He was in fear. Of what?
As if on cue, the room felt darker. The air went stiff and stagnant. Kurt looked around worriedly and they all heard a sickening voice, "You thought you could escape me…" Abigail began to panic and all the girls backed towards Xavier's desk.
They watched the door, where soon a black, foggy mist began to fill the room. It faded away to reveal the eyeless creature and it's sickening smirk. It stared at them for a long time, before shifting its gaze to the Professor. It whispered out, "You… it… it was you."
It lurked forward and leaned down to where its face was only inches away from Xavier. It hissed out, "Give me one good reason not to kill you here…"
"Rose?"
The darkness in the room almost halted. It was like everything had gone frozen at that name. No, not the name, the voice. The monster slowly turned around and there, right in the doorway, stood the five most important people in her life.
For the first time that they had seen, its smile faded away, revealing nothing, but a sad emptiness. Thomas smiled and said, "I see you have changed, Rose."
The creature's scowl returned. It practically hissed like a cat, "No. Ose isn't here. Only Blindside. You don't exist, you're at the prison. You are dying, you are dead."
Tyreese stepped forward and asked, "Rose? What happened to you?"
Blindside shook its head, quickly reaching up and grabbing ahold of its horns. It shook madly, as if remembering. It yelled out with hate, "No! No Ose here! Only Blindside! I-I don't have to listen to you!"
It looked away and was trembling. Rose was trying to gain control back. She wouldn't let It win. Shaun stepped forward and placed a hand on It's shoulder, trying to sooth the beast within and make it less hard for Rose to return. It shot around, hands by its side in a form of rage. It screeched, "Stop it!"
JC frowned and stepped forward with them. He said solemnly, "Rose… please. Listen to us."
This time, to everyone else's surprise in the room, It didn't screech back a word. Instead, Chance spoke, "You're not this monster. You're not your own fear."
As if something clicked in the creature's mind, It slowly raised its hands and examined them, looking at the clawed fingers and scars on them. When had Rose accepted this? It slowly raised its hands and felt its face. No eyes, no mouth. It was now faceless.
Tyreese said firmly, "You're better than this. You're beautiful and lovely. You are Rose."
Blindside spoke, but instead Rose's voice was heard. The voice that once held hope and joy. The voice that everyone loved, "W-who am I to you?"
Thomas stepped forward. He was silent for a moment, before raising his hand, placing it on her face, letting her look at him in fear. All signs of the creature previously inside of her were gone. She reached up and put her hand atop Thomas's and listened to his next words, "You're our little girl."
Rose began to shift again. The current grey skinned being began disappearing, while the previous white skinned girl replaced Blindside. The care and lovingness returning to her eyes, along with her height dwindling away, and her hair returning to its previous form.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and watched Thomas. How could she have accepted this? She had promised him that she would be strong. She quickly wrapped her arms around him and choked out softly, "I-I'm so sorry. I'm a monster…"
Thomas frowned and lifted her gaze up to look at him as he whispered, "You're not a monster. You were afraid, but I'm here now. I promise we will see each other. Whether it be often or in your dreams."
Rose looked at him worriedly and asked, "B-but what if It comes back?"
Tyreese stepped forward and said, "Imagine us there. We'll fight It off for you. Now just rest, Rose."
Rose felt an incoming darkness sweep through her. The tiredness of sleep rushed to her as she rested her head into Thomas's chest and nodded. She whispered right before blacking out, "I miss you."
…
Kurt was there to grab her right before she blacked out from the fake trance that Xavier had made for her. Xavier sighed tiredly; that had taken all of the energy out of him. The girls looked to him and Grace asked, "What did you do to her?"
Xavier looked to them tiredly, right after nodding to Kurt. He spoke with a hint of tiredness in his voice, "I put an illusion in her mind. I couldn't control It, so I tried giving her something she wanted. I guess it worked."
Abigail looked at him oddly and asked, "What was that?"
Xavier paused. Who were they really to her? Were they just people, or did they mean the world to her? He looked to them and gave an answer, "I gave her the only thing she has left to live for."
…
The two men sat outside the institute, their trackers beeping as they picked up a massive increase in energy from inside the building. They looked from it to each other, gave a nod and then leaned into their radios. One of the men whispered, "The missing Mutant has been located."
A/N
(YourWeeklyApple pushes Anity off stage with a broom)
Get out of here! And stick with the story you dirty... thing! Go bother Rose or something! Sorry guys, about... that. Anyways... I was using this ending section to answer some questions yall asked in the reviews, comments? I don't know, the something. Anyways, hope I answered yalls stuff.
Hope Barlett: Indeed, PaperCut can be R2-D2 at times... he is quite adorable.
Cookie Smith: I have never actually read a Wrinkle in Time... but I do know what you speak of when referring to It, but that is not what I'm trying to get out, as you can tell by this chapter...
Quinn Carona: Her powers are technically, minor telekinesis and teleportation, and then major telepathy. And Anity is kinda... well, you'll find out next chapter. But she is not.. possessed. I assure you of this. And I'm happy I inspired you to write! But I... uh... have no idea what the heck a Shin-Daled is...
Well, I hope I helped some of yalls! Please, if you have questions or just want me to comment on something, leave it here and I'll try and answer you!
YourWeeklyApple out!