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"Where've you been, Rae?" Scott asked
"Here. And I'm Rac, now!"
"How'd you vanish?" Jean asked
"I wasn't aware I did."
"What you been doing?" Kurt asked
"Messing about with them." She thumbed at the others.
"Why'd you come here?" Ororo asked
"I bumped into Jamie. Literally!"
"Ah." Rogue said
"What happened to your leg?" Hank asked
"Ask Bobby."
"Bobby?" Hank asked
"Well, we were trying to cook, and the knife slipped from my hand,
and cut her."
"You let Bobby lose with a KNIFE!" Evans yelled
"YOU MAD?" Kitty screamed.
"Sorry. I wasn't to know."
"Why were you bleeding, earlier?" Ororo asked
"Nose bleed, ran into a tree, escaping from Todd."
"What is your gift?" the Professor asked
"Control over illusions."
"Even the greatest?" Hank asked
"Yes."
"Excuse me, but explain?" Kurt asked.
"Easy, the greatest illusion is time. I control it."
"Do you know your limitations?" the Professor asked
"No."
"Do you mind if I look inside, your mind?"
"Be my guest." The professor came forward, and touched her head. His
brow crinkled in strain.
"I can't get in.," he finally announced, turning away.
"Professor," he turned "You've tried forcing the window, now try the
door. Give me your hand." Rac asked.
After a moment's hesitation, he did so. As soon as he touched, he was in. He looked up the hallway; art on his left, science on his right and in front was an open door. Both sides had stitches in the walls. He wandered over to one row of stitches, and looked through it. The stitches were pulling two walls together, blocking off what was behind it. There was a memory behind it, 3 urns were in front of it, on a black covered table, and around each one was a wreath of flowers. On each one was engraved a name: Joe, Rebecca and Susan.
He turned back to the open door and he entered. He looked round, in horror. Who ever could do this to a child, deserves to be whipped! He thought
The Professor returned to his body, "I think we'll have to sign you into Cerebro." "What's Cerebro?" "A computer. It can locate mutants." "O.k." "Follow me. The rest of you stay here." "See ya!" the New Recruits chorused.
Rac followed the Professor, into a lift, followed by Hank, Ororo and Logan. "Once we've done this, do you mind if I look at that leg?" Hank asked. "No." Rac said.
Rac stood before Cerebro. "Cerebro will take a blood sample, analysis it, and discover your full abilities." The Professor said. Rac looked at the glass chamber in front of her. A cell, a prison! She thought, before disregarding it. "Would you step in?" he asked. Silently she nodded, and stepped in. The door was shut behind her.
Circles of coloured light fell down, to block her view; each circle was a different colour, ranging from violet, to red, through the spectrum. Something came down and carefully took a small blood sample. "Name: Rachael Frances," a metallic voice rapped out, unheard by Rac "Height: 1 metre 10. Weight: 6 stone. Hair: short, dark brown. Eyes: black. Age: 12. Powers: speeding, slowing and stopping of time; projecting illusions; seeing through illusions; telepathy (through eyes, unless read mind often); creation of inanimate objects, and control of creations; creation of mechanical objects and control of creations (if knows how and why they work); creation of animate objects and control of creations; nullifying, enhancing and creating emotions; transformation of objects and transforming self; and healing (even of mortal wounds)."
The circles of light, moved upwards, and Rac could see the adults again. Ororo was staring in shock, Hank was staring too, but he was more puzzled. The Professor was obviously curious. Logan, despite his normal expressionless face, was showing a slight curiosity in his face. Their surprise prevented them from opening the door, for a few seconds, and Rac started to panic. Until Logan, pulled open the door. "Run along to the san. Down the corridor, third door on the right!" Logan ordered, thumbing towards the door. Rac ran away, quickly. "What are we going to do with her?" "Protect her!" "She's the strongest mutant, I know." The Professor said "Even Magneto?" "Defiantly!" "How much more?" "Twice? Maybe three times more." "Should we tell her?" "No! It would scare her. I'll start her training tomorrow." "How often?" "Every day, she must learn to control her powers, so she doesn't use them accidentally. I feared that she would be too strong." "Why?" "When I went in her head. I saw that someone gave her an injection, when she was about 1 week old. It expanded her abilities, enormously. But the side effect was that she was often ill, until her power developed." "That explains her reduced height." "Yes. Also she is mentally scared. I saw it in her head; she's tried to hide her memories. Never ever give her a criticism without a compliment. We need to build her confidence." "I'll go and sort out her leg." Hank wandered off. "O.k. Ororo could you go up and send Jamie to bed. Prepare a room for Rac. And send Scott and Jean down here." "Alright!" Ororo walked away. "Logan?" "Yes?" "I'm going to send Scott and Jean to collect Rac's stuff." "But you want me to follow them, to keep an eye out for them?" "Yes." "Right!" Logan stalked off.
Soon Scott and Jean entered. "So, what's she like?" "Very powerful." "How powerful?" "What I'm about to say, mustn't go past these walls. Rac is more powerful than all the mutants that I know of." "How come?" "I thought Magneto was the most powerful, along side you?" "Yes, but Rac surpasses both of us together. The reason being that she was experimented on. Someone gave her an injection, when she was less than a month old, than enhanced her powers. Whoever it was, knew what they were doing, and will want her back. I want you 2 to try and protect her. Keep an eye out for her. Until she has complete control of her powers." "Why was she scared of me?" "Well, she can read people's minds, but she can only do so, if she can see the person's eyes." "And mine are covered!" "Yes. One more thing." "Yes?" "I want you 2 to take her to collect her stuff. I don't believe you'll have any trouble, in getting her foster grandparents in agreeing. I think that they hate her." "Fine!" "Don't tell any of the others about her enhanced powers." "Won't do."
Hank found Rac sitting on one of the beds, removing the bandage from her leg. "Does it feel alright?" he asked looking at the long cut, running from the knee to the ankle, down the back of the leg. "Fine." "I'll just clean it out." He said picking up some antiseptic. As he applied it, she winced in pain. "Does it hurt?" "Not too much." "You realise that you'll always have a scar?" "Yes."
He stood up and noticed her other leg, it had an ugly scar on it too. It was a burn mark, in the shape of a perfect lick of flame, on the outside of her leg, around the anklebone. "What happened? Amara get carried away?" "What? Oh that. Nah. That happened when my parents were killed. The house burnt down and I got burnt." "It's a strange scar." "Oh, well. At least I'll have 2."
Scott and Jean appeared at the door, just as Hank finished re-bandaging Rac's leg. "Come on Rac." "We're going to pick up your stuff." "You can lodge here." "Away from my guardians? YES!" "Come on, we'll take my car." "What type is it?" "You'll see."
They soon arrived at the house, Jean knocked on the door, and an old lady opened it. "What'd she do? Why's she in trouble?" "No reason. We're from the Xavier Institute for Gifted Children. Our head teacher would like Rachael to join." "What'd it cost? We don't have much money." "Nothing, it's all paid for. She would board at the school." "We're thinking of giving her to the social services. You can ask them." "Would you allow her to become Xavier's ward?" "We'd never see her again?" "Not unless you wanted to." "Done! You can take her. Go pack your stuff, brat!"
Rac ran up the stairs, followed by Jean, while Scott sorted out the formalities. Rac arrived at a bedroom door, and pulled it open. "Han! I need your help! Where are the kids? I need the kids!" she yelled into it. A girl, with long blonde hair and brown eyes, poked her head out. "Why?" "I'm moving out. I need to pack my stuff." "Where you going?" "I'll tell you once I'm packed." "O.k. Kids!" Heads appeared from other rooms, a total of 6 other kids, 3 girls and 4 boys, two of them obviously twins. "Rae needs help!" "Coming!" "Be there!" "O.k." "Alright!" "Got you!" "In a tick!"
Rac turned and ran up another flight of stairs, into the attic. She switched on a light, and Jean saw the make shift bedroom: the mattress was placed on apple crates; a wooden rail held hangers; various broken chairs, had clothes piled on them; a mended table, with a chair pulled up next to it, formed a cluttered desk; and various posters and pictures were pinned on the sloping walls.
The 'kids' arrived. "What'd you want?" "I need to pack. I'm moving out." "Where to?" twin boys said "Tell you, once I'm packed, Pip, Pete. Shove my stuff in plastic bags." Work began, with unbelievable speed the clothes and stuff were placed in bags. Hannah and Rac together pulled the mattress off the apple crates, to reveal a stache of books, which were carefully placed in a battered old suitcase, which was also hidden under the mattress, along with several pictures.
"Right, where you going?" "The Xavier mansion. Remember it?" "Oh yeah." "I don't." the youngest girl said. "It's that big house, we creep behind to play in the snow, Ju." "I remember." "You won't be able to read 'Hogfather' to us, will you?" the smallest boy, grabbing Rac's hand. "We'll miss that." The next youngest boy said "I'll record it onto tape for you, Al." "Great!" "Will we be able to visit?" the 2nd youngest boy asked. "Occasionally, Tim." "Great Rae!" "Oh, if you do ask for me there, ask for Rac." "Why?" the 2nd youngest girl asked "Someone else is already called Ray, Tess." "O.k." "I'll see you then. Don't forget me." "We won't, Rac." "Let's move out!" the twin boys said, together, punching the air. Everyone grabbed the bags and headed downstairs. "Look after them for me." Jean overheard Rac whisper to Han. "I will."
Scott was waiting in the car, when the kids came out being led by Jean and Rac bringing up the rear. All 12 plastic bags were stowed in the boot, along with the 1 suitcase. The seven kids stood on the pavement, as Rac clambered into the car. "See you!" "Write to us!" "Don't forget 'Hogfather'!" "We won't forget you." "Or your lessons." "We'll miss you!" "We're here for you!" "I'll remember to write. I won't forget 'Hogfather'. Bye, Han, Pete, Pip, Tess, Tim, Ju and Al. I'll miss you, too. All of you." Rac waved goodbye to them, as they raced along the pavement, shouting and waving goodbye. The smallest of them, fell over and was picked up by Han, who shoved him on her shoulders as she followed the others.
Jean and Scott discussed what had happened, telepathically. *They were glad to be rid of her. * *The kids won't. * *Yeah, that's odd. * *Not really, from what I managed to pick up, all the others are the natural offspring, and the grandparents don't like Rac interfering with the kids. But Rac's always been looking after the kids. Even before their parents died. And now their grandparents are trying to separate them. * *Poor kid. * *Yeah. *
They drove in silence for the rest of the journey, oblivious to the silhouette of Wolverine racing behind them, on his motorbike, over the buildings. He had watched the whole thing from a rooftop.
When they arrived back at the mansion, the moon was visible and the stars were out. "Come on, Rac!" Scott yelled, peering behind him. To see Rac, curled up on the back seat, asleep. "Don't disturb her. I hope her room's ready." Jean said, lifting her, effortlessly out of the car. Scott opened the boot, and Jean also picked up the plastic bags, while Scott took the suitcase. "So do I.," agreed Scott, heading for the front door.
He was about to open it, when Logan walked up. "Let me take Scar, Jean." He said gruffly. "Scar?" "Yeah, Scar! You've enough on your hands." He gestured to the floating bags, before plucking Rac out of the air. "Why Scar?" "She's got 2 scars." "Where?" "On her legs." "How do you know?" "Hank told me." He gently pulled the tracksuit legs up, revealing the burn. "Where's the other?" "On the other leg, under the bandage. I'll show you her room." Silently he led the way up three flights of stairs to the New Recruits' floor, and popped her in an empty room. "She's on her own?" "Yeah, Chuck said so." Logan turned and walked away, after putting Rac on the bed. Jean piled the bags in a corner, and Scott put the suitcase by the door. Jean then shut Scott out and changed Rac's clothing, into some grey pgs that seemed well worn, and comfy. Before she too crept away.
In the light of the moon, Rac's messy hair shone, and her clothes seemed silver. Her seemed to relax, displaying a picture of 2 girls, of about 1 and 2 years old. They were sleeping together, the younger curled up inside the other, who was seemingly protecting her sister. Both girls looked identical, apart from their size. The friendship radiating on their faces, was perfect. They looked like sisters, who would never argue or fall out.
Far away, someone looked at the scene on a video screen. "So, I was wrong. I need that Mutant! And I will have IT!" Rac slept on, oblivious to the attention, oblivious to every thing. Except the feeling of familiar dead, it was so familiar her brain couldn't place it. All she knew was that it was coming closer, and that nothing could stop it.
When she woke, she couldn't remember it, the dread was in her sub- conscience, but it would someday reach her. *** Read and Review Isn't this my longest chapter yet? And it's the last. D*MN
Don't worry, a sequel is coming
After a moment's hesitation, he did so. As soon as he touched, he was in. He looked up the hallway; art on his left, science on his right and in front was an open door. Both sides had stitches in the walls. He wandered over to one row of stitches, and looked through it. The stitches were pulling two walls together, blocking off what was behind it. There was a memory behind it, 3 urns were in front of it, on a black covered table, and around each one was a wreath of flowers. On each one was engraved a name: Joe, Rebecca and Susan.
He turned back to the open door and he entered. He looked round, in horror. Who ever could do this to a child, deserves to be whipped! He thought
The Professor returned to his body, "I think we'll have to sign you into Cerebro." "What's Cerebro?" "A computer. It can locate mutants." "O.k." "Follow me. The rest of you stay here." "See ya!" the New Recruits chorused.
Rac followed the Professor, into a lift, followed by Hank, Ororo and Logan. "Once we've done this, do you mind if I look at that leg?" Hank asked. "No." Rac said.
Rac stood before Cerebro. "Cerebro will take a blood sample, analysis it, and discover your full abilities." The Professor said. Rac looked at the glass chamber in front of her. A cell, a prison! She thought, before disregarding it. "Would you step in?" he asked. Silently she nodded, and stepped in. The door was shut behind her.
Circles of coloured light fell down, to block her view; each circle was a different colour, ranging from violet, to red, through the spectrum. Something came down and carefully took a small blood sample. "Name: Rachael Frances," a metallic voice rapped out, unheard by Rac "Height: 1 metre 10. Weight: 6 stone. Hair: short, dark brown. Eyes: black. Age: 12. Powers: speeding, slowing and stopping of time; projecting illusions; seeing through illusions; telepathy (through eyes, unless read mind often); creation of inanimate objects, and control of creations; creation of mechanical objects and control of creations (if knows how and why they work); creation of animate objects and control of creations; nullifying, enhancing and creating emotions; transformation of objects and transforming self; and healing (even of mortal wounds)."
The circles of light, moved upwards, and Rac could see the adults again. Ororo was staring in shock, Hank was staring too, but he was more puzzled. The Professor was obviously curious. Logan, despite his normal expressionless face, was showing a slight curiosity in his face. Their surprise prevented them from opening the door, for a few seconds, and Rac started to panic. Until Logan, pulled open the door. "Run along to the san. Down the corridor, third door on the right!" Logan ordered, thumbing towards the door. Rac ran away, quickly. "What are we going to do with her?" "Protect her!" "She's the strongest mutant, I know." The Professor said "Even Magneto?" "Defiantly!" "How much more?" "Twice? Maybe three times more." "Should we tell her?" "No! It would scare her. I'll start her training tomorrow." "How often?" "Every day, she must learn to control her powers, so she doesn't use them accidentally. I feared that she would be too strong." "Why?" "When I went in her head. I saw that someone gave her an injection, when she was about 1 week old. It expanded her abilities, enormously. But the side effect was that she was often ill, until her power developed." "That explains her reduced height." "Yes. Also she is mentally scared. I saw it in her head; she's tried to hide her memories. Never ever give her a criticism without a compliment. We need to build her confidence." "I'll go and sort out her leg." Hank wandered off. "O.k. Ororo could you go up and send Jamie to bed. Prepare a room for Rac. And send Scott and Jean down here." "Alright!" Ororo walked away. "Logan?" "Yes?" "I'm going to send Scott and Jean to collect Rac's stuff." "But you want me to follow them, to keep an eye out for them?" "Yes." "Right!" Logan stalked off.
Soon Scott and Jean entered. "So, what's she like?" "Very powerful." "How powerful?" "What I'm about to say, mustn't go past these walls. Rac is more powerful than all the mutants that I know of." "How come?" "I thought Magneto was the most powerful, along side you?" "Yes, but Rac surpasses both of us together. The reason being that she was experimented on. Someone gave her an injection, when she was less than a month old, than enhanced her powers. Whoever it was, knew what they were doing, and will want her back. I want you 2 to try and protect her. Keep an eye out for her. Until she has complete control of her powers." "Why was she scared of me?" "Well, she can read people's minds, but she can only do so, if she can see the person's eyes." "And mine are covered!" "Yes. One more thing." "Yes?" "I want you 2 to take her to collect her stuff. I don't believe you'll have any trouble, in getting her foster grandparents in agreeing. I think that they hate her." "Fine!" "Don't tell any of the others about her enhanced powers." "Won't do."
Hank found Rac sitting on one of the beds, removing the bandage from her leg. "Does it feel alright?" he asked looking at the long cut, running from the knee to the ankle, down the back of the leg. "Fine." "I'll just clean it out." He said picking up some antiseptic. As he applied it, she winced in pain. "Does it hurt?" "Not too much." "You realise that you'll always have a scar?" "Yes."
He stood up and noticed her other leg, it had an ugly scar on it too. It was a burn mark, in the shape of a perfect lick of flame, on the outside of her leg, around the anklebone. "What happened? Amara get carried away?" "What? Oh that. Nah. That happened when my parents were killed. The house burnt down and I got burnt." "It's a strange scar." "Oh, well. At least I'll have 2."
Scott and Jean appeared at the door, just as Hank finished re-bandaging Rac's leg. "Come on Rac." "We're going to pick up your stuff." "You can lodge here." "Away from my guardians? YES!" "Come on, we'll take my car." "What type is it?" "You'll see."
They soon arrived at the house, Jean knocked on the door, and an old lady opened it. "What'd she do? Why's she in trouble?" "No reason. We're from the Xavier Institute for Gifted Children. Our head teacher would like Rachael to join." "What'd it cost? We don't have much money." "Nothing, it's all paid for. She would board at the school." "We're thinking of giving her to the social services. You can ask them." "Would you allow her to become Xavier's ward?" "We'd never see her again?" "Not unless you wanted to." "Done! You can take her. Go pack your stuff, brat!"
Rac ran up the stairs, followed by Jean, while Scott sorted out the formalities. Rac arrived at a bedroom door, and pulled it open. "Han! I need your help! Where are the kids? I need the kids!" she yelled into it. A girl, with long blonde hair and brown eyes, poked her head out. "Why?" "I'm moving out. I need to pack my stuff." "Where you going?" "I'll tell you once I'm packed." "O.k. Kids!" Heads appeared from other rooms, a total of 6 other kids, 3 girls and 4 boys, two of them obviously twins. "Rae needs help!" "Coming!" "Be there!" "O.k." "Alright!" "Got you!" "In a tick!"
Rac turned and ran up another flight of stairs, into the attic. She switched on a light, and Jean saw the make shift bedroom: the mattress was placed on apple crates; a wooden rail held hangers; various broken chairs, had clothes piled on them; a mended table, with a chair pulled up next to it, formed a cluttered desk; and various posters and pictures were pinned on the sloping walls.
The 'kids' arrived. "What'd you want?" "I need to pack. I'm moving out." "Where to?" twin boys said "Tell you, once I'm packed, Pip, Pete. Shove my stuff in plastic bags." Work began, with unbelievable speed the clothes and stuff were placed in bags. Hannah and Rac together pulled the mattress off the apple crates, to reveal a stache of books, which were carefully placed in a battered old suitcase, which was also hidden under the mattress, along with several pictures.
"Right, where you going?" "The Xavier mansion. Remember it?" "Oh yeah." "I don't." the youngest girl said. "It's that big house, we creep behind to play in the snow, Ju." "I remember." "You won't be able to read 'Hogfather' to us, will you?" the smallest boy, grabbing Rac's hand. "We'll miss that." The next youngest boy said "I'll record it onto tape for you, Al." "Great!" "Will we be able to visit?" the 2nd youngest boy asked. "Occasionally, Tim." "Great Rae!" "Oh, if you do ask for me there, ask for Rac." "Why?" the 2nd youngest girl asked "Someone else is already called Ray, Tess." "O.k." "I'll see you then. Don't forget me." "We won't, Rac." "Let's move out!" the twin boys said, together, punching the air. Everyone grabbed the bags and headed downstairs. "Look after them for me." Jean overheard Rac whisper to Han. "I will."
Scott was waiting in the car, when the kids came out being led by Jean and Rac bringing up the rear. All 12 plastic bags were stowed in the boot, along with the 1 suitcase. The seven kids stood on the pavement, as Rac clambered into the car. "See you!" "Write to us!" "Don't forget 'Hogfather'!" "We won't forget you." "Or your lessons." "We'll miss you!" "We're here for you!" "I'll remember to write. I won't forget 'Hogfather'. Bye, Han, Pete, Pip, Tess, Tim, Ju and Al. I'll miss you, too. All of you." Rac waved goodbye to them, as they raced along the pavement, shouting and waving goodbye. The smallest of them, fell over and was picked up by Han, who shoved him on her shoulders as she followed the others.
Jean and Scott discussed what had happened, telepathically. *They were glad to be rid of her. * *The kids won't. * *Yeah, that's odd. * *Not really, from what I managed to pick up, all the others are the natural offspring, and the grandparents don't like Rac interfering with the kids. But Rac's always been looking after the kids. Even before their parents died. And now their grandparents are trying to separate them. * *Poor kid. * *Yeah. *
They drove in silence for the rest of the journey, oblivious to the silhouette of Wolverine racing behind them, on his motorbike, over the buildings. He had watched the whole thing from a rooftop.
When they arrived back at the mansion, the moon was visible and the stars were out. "Come on, Rac!" Scott yelled, peering behind him. To see Rac, curled up on the back seat, asleep. "Don't disturb her. I hope her room's ready." Jean said, lifting her, effortlessly out of the car. Scott opened the boot, and Jean also picked up the plastic bags, while Scott took the suitcase. "So do I.," agreed Scott, heading for the front door.
He was about to open it, when Logan walked up. "Let me take Scar, Jean." He said gruffly. "Scar?" "Yeah, Scar! You've enough on your hands." He gestured to the floating bags, before plucking Rac out of the air. "Why Scar?" "She's got 2 scars." "Where?" "On her legs." "How do you know?" "Hank told me." He gently pulled the tracksuit legs up, revealing the burn. "Where's the other?" "On the other leg, under the bandage. I'll show you her room." Silently he led the way up three flights of stairs to the New Recruits' floor, and popped her in an empty room. "She's on her own?" "Yeah, Chuck said so." Logan turned and walked away, after putting Rac on the bed. Jean piled the bags in a corner, and Scott put the suitcase by the door. Jean then shut Scott out and changed Rac's clothing, into some grey pgs that seemed well worn, and comfy. Before she too crept away.
In the light of the moon, Rac's messy hair shone, and her clothes seemed silver. Her seemed to relax, displaying a picture of 2 girls, of about 1 and 2 years old. They were sleeping together, the younger curled up inside the other, who was seemingly protecting her sister. Both girls looked identical, apart from their size. The friendship radiating on their faces, was perfect. They looked like sisters, who would never argue or fall out.
Far away, someone looked at the scene on a video screen. "So, I was wrong. I need that Mutant! And I will have IT!" Rac slept on, oblivious to the attention, oblivious to every thing. Except the feeling of familiar dead, it was so familiar her brain couldn't place it. All she knew was that it was coming closer, and that nothing could stop it.
When she woke, she couldn't remember it, the dread was in her sub- conscience, but it would someday reach her. *** Read and Review Isn't this my longest chapter yet? And it's the last. D*MN
Don't worry, a sequel is coming