A/N: Hello! Sorry it took so long to update. I didn't get any reviews for it, so I figured, you know, that no one was reading it. I just got bored, so I'll write the next part. If you want to, ya have ta tell me!!! In reviews, email, flaming arrows, firing cannons, whatever! You have to tell me, or maybe (Dun, dun, dun!) I won't finish it! But newayz, read and review as always!
Also as a bit of a side note, I'm sorry if they're a bit outta character. And I don't know how his little Cerebro machine doohickey works, so I'll just make it like the movie. Newayz, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, so there!
Scott drove at top speed back to the mansion. He was slightly relieved he didn't get pulled over, but more pressing things were on his mind. He jumped out of the car, leaving it running and practically flew up the steps. He bursted through the door, scaring the three girls that were just on their way out. "What's wrong, Scott?" Kitty asked. He just looked at her and asked, "Where's the professor?" Jean concentrated for a moment, seeing the desperation in his eyes, mentally calling the professor. "I'm right here Scott," said the professor's calm voice. He had just rolled in the room after feeling Scott's panic. Scott turned to the professor, unsure of how to start, but stiffened as the professor probed his mind gently. Xavier's calm reverie was broken as he saw what happened. "Hurry, get to the blackbird," he said, and quickly called Ororo and Logan to go. The girls turned around, grumbling about their cancelled trip to the mall. Scott hurried up to his room, knocking on Evan and Kurt's rooms, yelling for them to get suited up. Collective groans could be heard on the other side, but Scott just ignored them and hurried to his own room.
At that exact moment, Charles Xavier was putting on the helmet and searching for Andrea. Scott hadn't found anything left to hint as to where she went. He closed his eyes, and searched. Beings passed by, all with normal brain waves, black and white in the seemingly black and white world. He searched the air for her brain waves, but found nothing. Who ever took her weren't taking her away in an airplane or helicopter. He didn't bother going to look in other countries. Andrea's captors wouldn't have had enough time to go very far. He searched before a small, almost insignificant wave found it's way into the computer's sensors. It was very weak, but it was very similar to Andrea's specific pattern. He zoomed in on the spot and saw that she was in a small barn in New Jersey. Many other brain patterns were with her, making picking out hers very hard. He concentrated, making the barn's walls almost see through. Many mutants were in that barn. Most were drugged, making their minds sluggish and slow. He continued on, searching through every room, until he finally found where she was.
*At the barn*
I sat in a muddled heap, slow brained and desperate. It was hard to move what with the tranquilizer and all. I wasn't sure what they had put in me, but it was really strong. I had tried prying the walls of rotten wood apart, only to have no success. Despite the rotted parts, the barn had been made to last. I tried screaming for help, hoping against all hope that someone, anyone would hear me. But I only heard the returned screaming of my fellow mutants. So many were here; Families and friends all caught up in this fiasco. I had found a small pile of rotten wood crates, and had pushed them up against a window. I had tried climbing on top of them, but at the last second they collapsed, digging nails and scratching my ankle. Dried blood still coated my foot, dirty from the dirt and hay sticking to the blood. I had ripped Kitty's dirty shirt and wrapped it around my foot. I had 'borrowed' it from her the day before. I wonder if Kitty will be mad when she finds out, I thought. I almost laughed at my dark humor. God knows if I would even get out of here alive!
As the day wore on, it seemed that odds were against me. The sun was setting, giving me Goosebumps. They never said when they would burn down the barn, just that they would. A small seed of hope was implanted in my soul, but I squashed it down before I could become dependent on it This will be the last sunset I'll ever see, I thought, finally giving in to the thought that I wouldn't get out of here alive. I sat in the corner of my small room, just watching the great fiery ball blend in with the flat, boring landscape. I saw the sky change to three different colors before choosing one. Tears of hopelessness ran swiftly down my cheeks, leaving salty trails. The sky was crimson, the color of blood.
Sooooooooo…what do you think? Just to let ya know, I'm almost finished with the story (It had to end sometime, right?) Besides, I think everyone is getting sick of it. Newayz… review in the purtty blue box!!