Lorna's Pov

Esme said she had something important to tell me she just needed to help Leah with something for a minute. I was sitting in the meeting room playing with a metal marble. I was just rolling it back and forth on the table to pass the time.

Marcos was watching Dawn while John and I dealt with the Underground stuff. Eva had come up with a pretty good plan to have about three people from the general population of the underground to start help making decisions. She was setting up a vote to see who those people would be.

I just started to think about people who might be good candidates when Esme walked in with a huff.

"Sorry, I'm late. Leah was having some issues with one of the younger kids who got his powers early; he's a bit of a trouble maker that one." She said as she sat down across from me.

"So what did you want to tell me," I asked, pulling the ball back into my hand.

Esme looked down, "Right, that. I've been trying not to think about it. I figured out why the Inner Circle doesn't seem active anymore. They are only attacking small places in D.C. that's why we're not hearing about it."

"That's not good," I said slowly, absorbing the information.

"No, it's not. They're picking places that are used by the government but aren't important enough so that when they attack them they make national news. Sometimes their attacks don't even make the local news," she said. She looked down at her hands, "It seems like they're covering it up, either my sisters or the government, I don't know which one but someone doesn't want anyone to hear about this."

"It's probably a combination of the two. Sentinel Services have always covered up mutant attacks and the Inner Circle doesn't want us, or anyone else for that matter, to know what they're doing." I said as I rolled the marble between my fingers.

"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about. What don't we know? My sisters are planning something and I just can't figure out what." Esme said leaning back in her chair and pressing her lips together.

Andy's Pov

I needed to find out where Lauren was. She was running out of time. It's been a day since the dream.

I had an idea though. There was this old Underground contact that dropped off the map a few years ago and I think that she might be able to find her. I found some records that John kept about her and some of the stuff she did to help them, mostly just getting information and occasionally helping hide mutants. Hopefully, she could get the information I needed to find Lauren and get her out of that prison.

I slowly drove down the street that the record said she lived on. The houses were falling apart and the whole area looked overgrown. It seemed abandoned. Maybe I took a wrong turn somewhere. I glanced down at the paper that had the address on it, 4434 Grover Street. I looked at the street sign. Nope, I was in the right place.

I sighed, I probably came all the way out here for nothing. I drove up to the house, it was a little, one-story, yellow house with cracks on the siding and an overgrown lawn.

I walked up to the door and broke the lock with my powers. I slowly walked into the house, the floors creaking under my feet. There was a little sunlight shining through the boarded-up windows but other than that it was completely dark inside. I walked over to a light switch cautiously and flipped it but nothing happened. I turned back towards the rest of the house.

"Hello?" I tentatively called out. No answer.

I took a deep breath and cautiously walked farther into the house. I had my hand out ready to use my powers as I nudged open a door with my foot and the room was empty. I was just about to turn around as something hard hit my shoulder. I stumbled wincing and spun around.

I used my powers pushing a white-haired old lady in a bright purple dress back into a wall. She was holding a small broom. What the hell.

"Do not hit Freyja little boy," said the little old lady as she wagged her finger at me.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" I said taking a step back and looking warily at the broom that was still in her hand.

"Freyja boy! Are you deaf?" she said staking a step closer to me and looking at me before walking through the hallway.

Okay, this was getting weird. I took a deep breath and followed her as she rambled around the house occasionally hitting a pillow and mumbling something about dust, "Um, excuse me I'm looking for a person who used to live here. She used to help people. Do you know where they might be?" I asked, careful not to mention the Mutant Underground.

"Of course, they are me!" she said confidently standing on a pillow and jumping on it before prodding it with her broom, "You from the Mutant Underground boy."

"Yes, but also no, Sort of I guess," I said studying her as she continued to walk around the house, "So you're the woman who used to help the Underground used to get information for them."

"Obviously, why would Freyja say any different if it weren't true?" she said looking at me like it was the stupidest question in the world, "I know everything, they knew nothing. It was a good deal."

"So can you help me?" I asked.

"It depends who's asking," she said, stopping abusing her pillows to look at me.

"I am," I said creasing my eyebrows.

"No, who's asking." she said moving away from the pillows she was beating to stand on the couch in front of me, "Freyja knows it's you but needs more before she can help."

"Well, I'm a scared teenager who's been through hell and back asking a little old lady who's honestly starting to freak me out if she can help me find my sister. So if you can't tell I'm desperate. Is that what you wanted?" I said getting slightly annoyed by her. I felt like I was talking in circles.

"Ah yes, finally! That was exactly what Freyja needed! You are a good little boy who seems in need of my help!" She exclaimed jumping down from the couch and running into the hallway.

I tentatively followed her into the hallway and saw her bending in a closer rumbling through the closet.

She threw a stapler behind her and it hit the wall leaving a dent while mumbling, "No, no, no, where is it?"

She threw something else that I didn't even know what it was while still mumbling.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, careful not to get hit by anything that she threw.

"My radio papers! Freyja could have sworn she put them in here next to her typewriter!" she stopped and looked closer at the closet, "Well now that Freyja thinks about it she doesn't see the typewriter either. Maybe Freyja put it somewhere else." she said looking behind her and scratching her head.

"Do you want me to look?" I asked half-heartedly as I reminded myself I was doing this for Lauren. It was taking all of my self-control to be nice to this lady.

"Oh yes, that would be wonderful," she said grabbing her broom and stepping back.

I sighed and unenthusiastically moved to look into the closet. I looked through two boxes before I moved a black cloth to find a typewriter. I pulled out the box next to it that had been half-covered by the cloth.

"Is this what you were looking for?" I asked.

"Oh yes thank you! You are a good little boy." Freyja said as she patted my head like I was a dog. I stared at her as she trotted back to the run-down living room.

I followed her and by the time I had gotten there she had already gone through half the papers and pulled out a binder, "Here it is! What you need to find your sister,"

"Don't you need her name or something?" I asked

"No of course not Freyja knows everything!" She said putting the binder on the couch, "Were you not paying attention."

"Oh I was paying attention alright," I said under my breath.

I went to pick up the binder and opened it to the first page. It was a record of everything said over a couple of hours on a police radio, Probably sentinel services. My eyes widened and I started flipping paged frantically. It went through a couple of hours then skipped to the next day and had a few more hours.

"Thank you," I said looking up from the binder.

"Of course, come by anytime, Freyja doesn't have many visitors," She said sitting down on a chair and instantly causing a cloud of dust and dirt.

I nodded, "Yeah, I'll come by after I find my sister."

Freyja smiled, "Everyone says that but no one does. I'm sure you are different though."

I was standing at the door and looked back at her. She was smiling at me. I nodded and opened the door to leave thinking about her words.

Lauren's Pov

My eyelids feel heavy. I tried to move but could barely open my eyes to the bright lights. I think that I was still in the same room, on the same bed. I slowly took a deep breath, god that hurt. I involuntarily coughed in pain.

"Oh, you're awake. I wasn't expecting you to be awake for at least another hour. Strange, do you have a natural resistance to anesthesia?" a voice to my right said. I peeled my eyes open slowly squinting at the light to see a red-haired guy standing next to me holding a test tube full of murky dark red liquid. I blinked at him. What the actual hell?

"Oh, right you just woke up sorry. This has probably been a traumatic experience for you." he said, "Anyway, I'm Aiden."

I watched him silently as he moved about the lab talking as he continued doing whatever he was doing. He moved around quickly and kept going from one thing to the other talking the entire time.

"Your DNA is so interesting. Did you know you have two copies of the x-gene in your DNA? Both of these genes are so similar yet different. It's fascinating. I will probably need more blood from you soon. I'm running out of samples. I should probably do that now." Aiden said as he stopped what he was doing and went to grab something else.

He walked back over holding a string. I tried to move away but the restraints wouldn't let me. Right before he put the needle in my arm I found my voice.

"Wait," I said hating how scared I sounded, "What do you want from me?"

He stopped and looked at me, a little taken aback, "Want? Nothing, I'm just curious. You and your brother are some of the most interesting mutants out there. I mean how you combine your powers is a complete mystery. I wanted to know why, so my parents found me away. All I had to do was move part of my lab here and put up with a few guards but that was not that bad."

"You're experimenting on me because you're curious," I said in disbelief.

He tilted his head and looked at me for a moment, "I mean yeah, do you even know how you can combine your powers with your brothers?"

"No, and even if I did why would I tell you. You're experimenting on me." I said bluntly.

"I mean the ethicalities of this situation are shaky but because you aren't technically human it's fine," he said shrugging and putting the string into my arm and starting to draw blood.

I looked at him, "You don't think I'm a human?"

"Yeah, you're a mutant, technically you are part of a completely different species," he said shrugging and taking one vial of blood out and putting another into the needle.

"And that makes this okay?" I asked.

"Well," he paused, "I don't know. My mom said it was fine, I was continuing my dad's work. He researched Mutant DNA before he died."

That sounded familiar, "How did your dad die?"

"A mutant attack. He was on a plane and a mutant somehow pulled the engines off the plane right after it took off and it blew up" Aiden said.

My eyes widened, "What's your last name?"

"Campbell, why?" he said. I could feel my hands start to shake.

"Your dad ran the Trask program that created hounds," I said trying to stop my voice from sounding so scared.

"I think I'm going to put you back under anesthesia now," he said, frowning.

"Wait, don't," I said but I was too late. He had already pressed the button to switch what was going into my IV and I blacked out.

*Hey, sorry for the late post I had my final test for school today and was kind of distracted. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I have one more prewritten chapter then I'm all out. I might end up skipping a week posting but I'll let you know next week what I decide to do. Thanks for reading it really does warm my heart that you people are enjoying my writing!*