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Harriet Morris hadn't moved from that armchair in hours. The usually gutsy blue mutant was hugging her knees and staring off into space, lost. It was a shock to everyone that Rai had been a killer, that she was now in government custody. Harry had known; she should have been cautious from the beginning. She was a fool.
"They won't help you now. She's a danger, best left where no one can get hurt." Her thoughts muttered bitterly in her usually military organized head, now confused and jumbled.
Fingers twitched around her ankles in annoyance.
Someone walked into the room.
Her eyes flickered and she glared at the person, sending a sign that he should get out fast or die. He shortly fled back out of the door and she went back to thought processing.
She should have never let her get close, never even entertained the idea that these people could help. Rai couldn't even help herself! Letting no one in that furiously, verging insane mind of hers. In many ways Harry knew that Rai was a lost cause. But she at least had a cause, something to go on for. Now… she didn't know what to do. All her drive had disintegrated into nothing. Why even bother going on?
The door creaked again but this time she was vaguely surprised about who came in and sat opposite her on another armchair. Logan stared back at her accusing gaze.
"What?" he grumbled "Can't a guy sit in a chair?"
"What do you want?" Harry mumbled into her knees, she broke of the staring and looked at the floor. It wasn't often she submitted to anyone so it was unusual and unsettling for her to feel so weak. A long pause filled the room with an irritating tension.
"Answers," He changed his tone a little, now it sounded…unsure? Or was it sympathy? "We need to know what happened Harriet before we're all in deep shit."
"I told you I don't bloody well know!" she lashed back, hands unlocking to hit something. "It was Rai's own stupid fault for hiding! She should have told me, the IDIOT!" all her most angry thoughts flew out of her mouth without a hint of realization. With no anger, no excuses left, she felt only one other emotion. Her shaky form retreated back into the chair in a tighter ball, fists loosened and once more locked around her legs. She didn't want this.
Another silence. Her violent reaction didn't phase her interrogator one bit.
"We'll get her back Harry." A big hand touched her shoulder gently in reassurance before he left.
Harriet did something that she hadn't done for a long time. She cried in mourning.
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Kurt himself had been in his own isolation for some time, usually only porting to find something or walking quietly to avoid attention. All he thought about was the angry things Rai had said to him. However she didn't look angry when she said them. The white haired girl looked like she was going to burst into tears. He had managed to get through the quiet institute without bother and was just about to go into his room when he turned to look at the door opposite his.
Rai's door.
He had only ever been in her room twice. Once was when he was showing it to her and the other was when the mirror broke. Both times he never really looked around the place; he was always looking at her. White long hair, Ever beautiful, ever seeing eyes. She had liked him the way he was and saw right through his façade. Kurt realized that she never asked of him anything except for him to be himself.
But who was Rai? Was that girl really the person she made out to be or did she have her own façade to hide behind. He could find out. Just a peak into her room may give him an idea of who she really was.
Slowly he looked around to see if anyone was watching before edging cautiously to her room. His hand grasped the door handle tightly but hesitated with a flinch. It was wrong to go poking your noses through other peoples stuff. He had to know the real Rai though. Kurt forced his muscles to work and shoved the door open. With a quick twist he quietly shut the door behind him and turned to the room. Like any other bedroom in the Xavier Institute it had soft yellow walls with a big window to outside on the opposite side of the room. A bed was to the left, still messy with tangled sheets and skew-whiff pillows. Looks like she hadn't slept well either in the past few days.
Kurt's attention drew towards her desk that was piled high with different books. Some school related but most about ancient mythology. He went over to the table and picked up the first thing that came to hand, a pair of glasses. It never crossed his mind that she needed reading glasses but he could picture her wearing them while flicking through books of interest. Like an intrigued child he looked through them. A small smirk crossed his expression, lost in imagination, before placing them back down and opening a book about Greek myths and legends. The first few pages had tiny notes in pencil pointing to different phrases. Nothing major just questions like 'Is Mother Earth real?' and such. He closed it and put the book down before looking at another one. It was an extremely old edition of the Holy Bible. It looked like it had been read many times before with great interest, the spine was bent and its cover was fading in colour. He opened it and looked at the first book, Genesis. His tail swished with interest and perked up off the floor. The Bible stories had always interested him in some strange way and it had seemed to have interested Rai too. The pages had been scrawled upon in frantic notes. Eden was circled multiple times and the story of Adam and Eve seemed to be the main bit of interest. "Eden was never found." She scrawled multiple times on the thin pages. This was what she thought. Could this hold answers?
"Zehr interesant," He mumbled, flipping through the pages with keen acknowledgement.
"What are you doing?" a stern voice snapped his concentration, making him jump out of his skin. He span to see Harriet in alarm. She was in the doorway; her arms were crossed like a mother finding their naughty child. Their yellow gazes collided, both tense, both hurt inside.
Silence. Only the clock dared to make a sound in the desolate room full of old books and texts. Finally the demon opened his mouth "Finding her," His heavily accented voice quivered with repressed emotion.
Harriet paused her thoughts. He had spent time with Rai before she got caught. He must have tried to stop her. After Kurt came back from catching Rai he looked like someone had slapped him, horrified and stunned. Now he seemed calmer, more composed. He wouldn't leave without answers, she knew that. Her stance relaxed and she went to stand next to him. "You're looking in the wrong place." Harriet took a purple sketchbook from a pile which toppled over and handed it to him.
Kurt blinked at the book before swapping it with the Bible carefully. He opened the pages to see sketches and drawings of people and things. Half way through examining the book carefully he stopped. Multiple sketches and notes. "Why can't he see? He is a beautiful creature with a beautiful soul." She had scribbled with an extremely detailed drawing. She had drawn him? It was him! Crouching on the window seat with his tail around his ankles; his gaze was distracted and far off with a playful smile. A finger trailed delicately over the drawing, making sure it was actually there.
"This… is me?" his expression looked confused yet focused, absorbing this confusing new message. He looked so much different compared to what he saw in the mirror every day. Much more beautiful in some form. The funny thing was, he couldn't figure out it was that separated them apart. Same blue body, tail, hands, eyes, everything!
Harriet nodded "Rai has a photographic memory. She loves drawing things and people who are close to her," She explained softly, as best she could without saying it too bluntly. After all she didn't want to scare the poor boy away.
He didn't move an inch nor bat an eyelid. The change was only slight but his eyed seemed to go from soft butter to hard topaz yellow "She didn't really kill those people, did she."
Harriet shook her head, finally someone who didn't dance around the edges of damn politics. "I don't believe so. I wouldn't know. I was shot and unconscious when she broke the dam. Has Rai ever wanted to hurt someone? Has she ever intentionally gone out to hurt or kill someone in any way, shape or form?"
Kurt twitched, he knew something. Harry stared; grappling the chance for some answers she asked the doomed question. "What happened after you caught her?"
Kurt visibly stiffened. The air around them suddenly went brittle with caution. Not once did he meet her eye but hurt was definitely there. "She… was angry." His tail swished around his leg and squeezed while his fingers gripped around the sketchbook in stress and frustration. Eyes flitting about the place, trying to work out the war in his mind.
"Tell me," She whispered her voice breaking as she assessed Kurt from top to bottom in scrutiny.
"I am tired of being strung along then being dropped like trash when things get ugly," He spat through his bared fangs.
Harriet's eyes blazed in fury and her expression turned sour. Her lips pulled back into a thin line and her pupils silted to thin slithers of black. This was a serious matter and he was thinking about himself! "What!" her voice escalated to a boom of pure anger.
"That's what she said to me. Before she handed herself to those people," He furiously hissed back. The tension was driving this discussion into a fired argument. This was getting them nowhere. "I need to go," Kurt stammered, tail slowly unwinding from around his leg to rise and curl over his shoulder restlessly as he attempted to hand the sketchpad back.
Harriet's red eyebrows dipped downwards into a confused frown. "Keep the book," she twitched her chin at him "She would want you to have it." The girl opened her mouth to say something but he was already gone in a cloud of smoke. With Kurt gone she started rummaging through the mountains of books frantically Looking for the signs that Rai might have left scattered behind.
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The shadow returned that night in its prey's room. Black tendrils slithered across the room from the corner to its demon in the bed. He was still restless, sheets tying limbs down except for his blue tail which gently fanned about in its dream state. It never liked the colour blue. An unfortunate trait the boy got from his unsuitable mother. Its demon was sleeping with his head tilted to the right towards a book. He must have been looking at it when he fell asleep. The picture on the page was of a girl with long white hair and a knowledgeable look from beyond her physical years. At first the shadow didn't think much of the picture. Must have been some sentimental crap the boy had come up with to soften his lonely existence. Closer investigation of the portrait revealed a twinge of realization It couldn't help but let out a thin laugh before stroking the girls cheek on the drawing. Cold grey orbs narrowed "My precious Eden." it hissed before navigating his talons to the boy's eyelids. Shadow slipped into his mind, causing his tail to start frantically swatting and curling in fright to the invasion of darkness. "Find her." It ordered while retreating to the corner "Find my Eden."
OOOH! what will happen i wonder?! Who is that shadow? The best guess gets a cookie :3
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