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It was about 6 o'clock, when they arrived back at the mansion. The Professor was waiting for them, with Hank in the hall.
"New Recruits! You were told to stay here!" the Professor said, sternly.
"You didn't know?" Scott asked in shock.
"No."
"But, you told me to let them attack."
"I didn't."
"No, you didn't." Rac said stepping forwards. "I did."
"But it sounded like the professor."
"What you hear is an illusion, I manipulate illusions."
"But why?"
"My life was on the line. And you couldn't do anything. They could."
"Why were they there, in the first place?" Hank asked
"I called them."
"Why not us?" the professor asked, indicating himself and Hank
"Because that's what Magneto wanted. His plan was to capture all the adults, Jean and Scott. Conquer the world, without the X-men interfering, as they would be leaderless. Free his captives, and if they didn't like what he'd done, kill them. Losing them in battle would demoralise the X- men. Oh, and he wanted me. I was the bait; you were the prey. Simple really."
"Magneto?" the professor asked, stunned.
"Yes. If Hank had looked at what the New Recruits wanted to show him, you would have known."
"Why?"
"I drew him, in my sleep. Magneto.Magneto.he.he.created me.. Gave me my power."
"Calm down." Ororo said, stepping forward to comfort Rac, but she was pushed away.
"You can tell us, after breakfast."
"Alright. But I'm getting changed first."
"O.k. I think everyone should." The professor said. The New Recruits ran up the stairs, or at least Henry tried to. She was stopped by Hank.
"You twisted your ankle?"
"Yeah."
"I'll bandage it up, for you. Come on, to the infirmary."
"But, Rac."
"The others will sort her out. Your ankle needs attention."
"Alright." Henry limped towards the lift, followed by Hank. Slowly the X-men headed for the stairs.
"You o.k?" Bobby asked, standing at Rac's door, with Jamie, after they'd changed.
"Just leave me alone. I need to think." Rac asked, looking up from where she sat on the bed. Bobby nodded and left. Jamie, however, lingered near the door.
"You sure you're o.k?"
"I'm fine. I just need to think."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"Want to talk?"
"O.k." Jamie came in and sat on the bed. Rac shoved her head under it, looking for something.
Finally she found it, a small battered shoebox, tied up with string.
"What's that?"
"Stuff! It belonged to my parents. All they could find, after the fire." She undid the string and removed the lid. Inside was a silver necklace with a medallion on it, a pearl bracelet, an owl broach, a burnt photo of a couple at their wedding and a knife. All the items were old and had been fingered often. Rac's fingers touched each item, lingering for a little longer over the knife.
"That all?"
"Yeah, it was a pretty powerful fire."
"Don't worry about Helen. It's not your fault."
"But it is. I saw the greed and hatred in her eyes. And I didn't tell anyone."
"We all make mistakes. Forgive yourself. You won't be of any use to anyone, like this."
"She could pretend to be me, altering my appearance."
"No, she can't. You're different, you're kinder."
"Thanks Jamie. You've sorted me out. Go downstairs. I'll be down for breakfast, soon. I just need to do something." She said picking up the knife, fingering the blade.
"Alright." He said slowly, getting up and heading for the door, when he reached it, he turned back "See you, then."
"Yeah!" she agreed, he turned and shut the door behind him. For a few moments, she sat on her bed holding the knife, the box beside her. Then she got up, and she too left, the knife in her right hand.
The New Recruits were sitting round the kitchen table, when Jamie came down.
"So how's Creator?"
"She's alright. She was showing me all the stuff that's got to remind herself, of her true parents."
"What's she got?"
"Some jewellery, a photo and a knife, she showed me, some time ago." Henry said, limping in. She'd put back on the stuff she'd worn earlier.
"Yeah, she's fond of the knife, particularly fond of it."
"What!"
"You left her alone? Like that?"
"Why? What's wrong?"
"She's feeling depressed. And she's got a knife!"
"She might try to kill herself!"
"You d*mn fool!"
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It was about 6 o'clock, when they arrived back at the mansion. The Professor was waiting for them, with Hank in the hall.
"New Recruits! You were told to stay here!" the Professor said, sternly.
"You didn't know?" Scott asked in shock.
"No."
"But, you told me to let them attack."
"I didn't."
"No, you didn't." Rac said stepping forwards. "I did."
"But it sounded like the professor."
"What you hear is an illusion, I manipulate illusions."
"But why?"
"My life was on the line. And you couldn't do anything. They could."
"Why were they there, in the first place?" Hank asked
"I called them."
"Why not us?" the professor asked, indicating himself and Hank
"Because that's what Magneto wanted. His plan was to capture all the adults, Jean and Scott. Conquer the world, without the X-men interfering, as they would be leaderless. Free his captives, and if they didn't like what he'd done, kill them. Losing them in battle would demoralise the X- men. Oh, and he wanted me. I was the bait; you were the prey. Simple really."
"Magneto?" the professor asked, stunned.
"Yes. If Hank had looked at what the New Recruits wanted to show him, you would have known."
"Why?"
"I drew him, in my sleep. Magneto.Magneto.he.he.created me.. Gave me my power."
"Calm down." Ororo said, stepping forward to comfort Rac, but she was pushed away.
"You can tell us, after breakfast."
"Alright. But I'm getting changed first."
"O.k. I think everyone should." The professor said. The New Recruits ran up the stairs, or at least Henry tried to. She was stopped by Hank.
"You twisted your ankle?"
"Yeah."
"I'll bandage it up, for you. Come on, to the infirmary."
"But, Rac."
"The others will sort her out. Your ankle needs attention."
"Alright." Henry limped towards the lift, followed by Hank. Slowly the X-men headed for the stairs.
"You o.k?" Bobby asked, standing at Rac's door, with Jamie, after they'd changed.
"Just leave me alone. I need to think." Rac asked, looking up from where she sat on the bed. Bobby nodded and left. Jamie, however, lingered near the door.
"You sure you're o.k?"
"I'm fine. I just need to think."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"Want to talk?"
"O.k." Jamie came in and sat on the bed. Rac shoved her head under it, looking for something.
Finally she found it, a small battered shoebox, tied up with string.
"What's that?"
"Stuff! It belonged to my parents. All they could find, after the fire." She undid the string and removed the lid. Inside was a silver necklace with a medallion on it, a pearl bracelet, an owl broach, a burnt photo of a couple at their wedding and a knife. All the items were old and had been fingered often. Rac's fingers touched each item, lingering for a little longer over the knife.
"That all?"
"Yeah, it was a pretty powerful fire."
"Don't worry about Helen. It's not your fault."
"But it is. I saw the greed and hatred in her eyes. And I didn't tell anyone."
"We all make mistakes. Forgive yourself. You won't be of any use to anyone, like this."
"She could pretend to be me, altering my appearance."
"No, she can't. You're different, you're kinder."
"Thanks Jamie. You've sorted me out. Go downstairs. I'll be down for breakfast, soon. I just need to do something." She said picking up the knife, fingering the blade.
"Alright." He said slowly, getting up and heading for the door, when he reached it, he turned back "See you, then."
"Yeah!" she agreed, he turned and shut the door behind him. For a few moments, she sat on her bed holding the knife, the box beside her. Then she got up, and she too left, the knife in her right hand.
The New Recruits were sitting round the kitchen table, when Jamie came down.
"So how's Creator?"
"She's alright. She was showing me all the stuff that's got to remind herself, of her true parents."
"What's she got?"
"Some jewellery, a photo and a knife, she showed me, some time ago." Henry said, limping in. She'd put back on the stuff she'd worn earlier.
"Yeah, she's fond of the knife, particularly fond of it."
"What!"
"You left her alone? Like that?"
"Why? What's wrong?"
"She's feeling depressed. And she's got a knife!"
"She might try to kill herself!"
"You d*mn fool!"
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