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Thanks to all who have reviewed (I'm doing this because I practically got flamed by Auroris, but I don't blame her):
Hayley: I won't kill you. I know it's impossible.
Eileen: I hope you understand the characters now. If not, tell me, and I'll explain.
Ruinwen: Don't kill me!
Auroris: I don't care about your 'almost flame', your other two reviews more than make up for it. I don't make my chapters really long, because I like to keep things moving quickly, and I also like lots of suspense. Though I will try to make them longer. That Okay?
Sioned136: Sorry Rac's omnipotent, but I like her like that. She's not really omnipotent, just incredible lucky. You'll see why, a few squeals down the line.
Tetris: I am continuing.
***
They all turned and ran up the stairs. When they reached Rac's room, they pulled open the door, to greet an empty room.
Jamie had skidded on the floor, so he was now walking around with a whole flock of himselves. Together he and Henry searched the room.
"The knife's gone!"
In the silence that followed, the dripping of a tap could be heard. As one person, they all headed towards the bathroom.
They charged at the door, to find that it was locked.
"Stand back!" Bezerker yelled, only giving everyone ten seconds to scatter, before he blew the lock off. He jerked open the door.
Rac was standing by the sink, the knife in her hands, blood dripped slowly off the blade. She was carefully washing the knife, to remove the streaks of blood, which stained the blade. Her back was to the door.
"Rac!" they all sighed, in relief.
"Are you alright?"
"Fine." She clipped.
"Don't kill yourself!"
"You've so much to live for!"
"I wouldn't commit suicide." She said cutting her words short.
"Thank G*d!"
"That would mean She'd won!"
"You've killed her, haven't you?"
"No. That would still mean She'd won!" Rac turned round, and everyone gasped, "I'm just making sure she can never pretend to be me!"
She headed back to her room, packed the knife back in the shoebox, tied it up, and replaced it under her bed.
Slowly she walked down the stairs, and into the common room. Holding her head high. Engraved forever on her left cheek was the shape of an hourglass, the exact copy of the one on her left. Everyone noticed it; they realized what she was trying to do, distance herself from her twin. Only Logan said anything:
"Scar's got another scar." He whispered
In the common room, the professor asked for a detailed description of what had happened. He got it; mainly Scott gave the X-men's side, with the others supplying details that he missed. Bobby gave the New Recruits view. And Rac gave her side. She explained that her science project was a tracking device, and she'd accidentally slipped the bug, in her pocket.
When she got to the end, she turned to the professor.
"You knew he created me. Didn't you?" it wasn't a question as such, more of a statement.
"I knew some one had."
"But not who?"
"No. Rac, tell me. What is Magneto scared of?"
"Yeah, tell us."
"Dish the dirt!"
"You know, 'cause you created it."
"Please, I don't want to." Rac said
"Why not?"
"We want to know."
"When I create a person's worst fear, I feel their fear and pain. I don't want to relive that again."
"RACHAEL! Look at me! Before today we didn't know Magneto was scared of anything. We may need to use it. To protect innocents! Tell us!" the professor tried to cut through Rac's fear, which she was broadcasting fiercely.
"Professor, Magneto created me! He's a modern Frankenstein! And he's scared of the same thing!" Rac turned and ran out of the room, in floods. In the startled silence that followed, Jamie and Henry, as one, turned and followed her.
"That poor child." Charles said
"Poor kid." Hank agreed
"I don't understand."
"Why'd she mention Frankenstein?"
"Yeah, he's a monster."
"Have you not read Frankenstein?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Frankenstein wasn't the monster. He was the creator."
"So?"
"What happened?"
"He thought he could control the monster, he created, but he couldn't. The monster couldn't touch anyone, because he was too strong, so he killed them."
"But what was Frankenstein scared of?"
"His own creation. His monster."
"Poor kid."
"I never knew."
"I don't think she told us everything though."
"She didn't." Logan said
"How can you tell?"
"I could smell it."
"Rogue, would you?"
"Alright. But 1 thing 1st, Jean, Kitty, I need to borrow."
"Why?"
"No way am I going near her, in that state, without some back up."
"Alright!" they said grudgingly, holding out their wrists. Rogue removed her glove and briefly touched each one.
"Thanks!" she said, running up the stairs.
A few minutes later, she returned, 'phasing though the ceiling, putting her glove back on.
"What happened?"
"She was in her room, crying. Jamie and Henry were trying to comfort her. I 'phased in quick and left. If I'd been any slower Jamie and Henry would have beaten me up. As it was I could only just keep them off me."
"But what about Magneto?"
"I'll show you what he saw." She said carefully, before projecting an image.
They were looking at the toe of a black boot, which was some distance from its partner. Tucked into each boot was the leg of a black pair of trousers. Above which was a black t-shirt.
2 slaves, wearing grey ripped clothes, were fanning the person wearing the clothes. They were both chained to the floor, to each other and to their ostrich fans. The 2 slaves were Wanda and Pietro.
The person, they were fanning, who was shorter than them, had black hair, and jet-black eyes, a humourless smile, a gaze of steel and an emotionless face. They stared for a while at the person, then they realized who it was. It was Rae! The illusion faded and everyone was shocked and stunned.
"The poor kid."
"No wonder she didn't want to say."
"Poor kid."
"Wait, when did she become the kid?"
"Well, she's younger than Jamie."
"Yeah!"
"Where is she?"
"Probably in her room."
"I'll go and check." Kurt said, vanishing. He reappeared a moment later. "She's gone!"
"Let me see!" Rogue said, grabbing him, together they 'ported. She 'phased back, a moment later. "She's taken all 4 rucksacks, a change of clothes, a rug, her sketchpad and sketching stuff and some books."
"Which one?"
"Some of the satire ones. Terry Prachett, Discworld. All the witch ones, 'Soul Music', 'Hogfather', 'Thief of Time', 'Men at Arms', 'Feet of Clay', 'Jingo' and '5th Elephant'."
"Anything in common?"
"She likes them. Female main characters. All feared."
"Could she have come round, so quickly?"
"No!"
"That means Henry and Jamie are with her."
"But where?"
"I don't know."
"Where does she like to go?"
"I don't know. It's going." Rogue said
"What is?"
"The memories. I've still got her power, but not the memories. Though I do know what her life is like. And why she likes satire."
"Why?"
"She sees through all illusions. And we all live in comfy, pink clouds of illusions. Satire strips these away. Satire is what she sees everyday."
"Poor, poor kid."
"Wonder where they've taken her."
"Don't know."
"We'd better search for them."
"I'll see if they've taken food."
"I'll check his room."
"I'll set up Cerebro."
"I'll try and track them."
"Good idea."
"They've taken some food."
"Check the garden."
"Why are we panicking?"
"'Cause they've gone!"
"But maybe they just want to be alone."
"What if they've run away?"
"Everyone be quiet!" Charles yelled, "Now, Logan, you track them. If they're alone, make sure they don't come to any harm."
"And if they're not?"
"Make your own decisions."
"Jean, you go set up Cerebro. Scott, check all our forms of transport. Kitty, go watch the Brotherhood. Kurt, you take her, then check school. Rogue, you sit somewhere and try to remember any of her favourite spots. Evans, you check the town. Ororo, you do the country. Hank, check the CCTV cameras." The New Recruits were left, in front of the professor. "Right, can any of you remember any friends Rac had?"
"None."
"You can't remember?"
"No."
"She had none."
"Odd."
"Not really."
"As she used to say: 'they want friends their own age.'"
"She coped, thought."
***
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Thanks to all who have reviewed (I'm doing this because I practically got flamed by Auroris, but I don't blame her):
Hayley: I won't kill you. I know it's impossible.
Eileen: I hope you understand the characters now. If not, tell me, and I'll explain.
Ruinwen: Don't kill me!
Auroris: I don't care about your 'almost flame', your other two reviews more than make up for it. I don't make my chapters really long, because I like to keep things moving quickly, and I also like lots of suspense. Though I will try to make them longer. That Okay?
Sioned136: Sorry Rac's omnipotent, but I like her like that. She's not really omnipotent, just incredible lucky. You'll see why, a few squeals down the line.
Tetris: I am continuing.
***
They all turned and ran up the stairs. When they reached Rac's room, they pulled open the door, to greet an empty room.
Jamie had skidded on the floor, so he was now walking around with a whole flock of himselves. Together he and Henry searched the room.
"The knife's gone!"
In the silence that followed, the dripping of a tap could be heard. As one person, they all headed towards the bathroom.
They charged at the door, to find that it was locked.
"Stand back!" Bezerker yelled, only giving everyone ten seconds to scatter, before he blew the lock off. He jerked open the door.
Rac was standing by the sink, the knife in her hands, blood dripped slowly off the blade. She was carefully washing the knife, to remove the streaks of blood, which stained the blade. Her back was to the door.
"Rac!" they all sighed, in relief.
"Are you alright?"
"Fine." She clipped.
"Don't kill yourself!"
"You've so much to live for!"
"I wouldn't commit suicide." She said cutting her words short.
"Thank G*d!"
"That would mean She'd won!"
"You've killed her, haven't you?"
"No. That would still mean She'd won!" Rac turned round, and everyone gasped, "I'm just making sure she can never pretend to be me!"
She headed back to her room, packed the knife back in the shoebox, tied it up, and replaced it under her bed.
Slowly she walked down the stairs, and into the common room. Holding her head high. Engraved forever on her left cheek was the shape of an hourglass, the exact copy of the one on her left. Everyone noticed it; they realized what she was trying to do, distance herself from her twin. Only Logan said anything:
"Scar's got another scar." He whispered
In the common room, the professor asked for a detailed description of what had happened. He got it; mainly Scott gave the X-men's side, with the others supplying details that he missed. Bobby gave the New Recruits view. And Rac gave her side. She explained that her science project was a tracking device, and she'd accidentally slipped the bug, in her pocket.
When she got to the end, she turned to the professor.
"You knew he created me. Didn't you?" it wasn't a question as such, more of a statement.
"I knew some one had."
"But not who?"
"No. Rac, tell me. What is Magneto scared of?"
"Yeah, tell us."
"Dish the dirt!"
"You know, 'cause you created it."
"Please, I don't want to." Rac said
"Why not?"
"We want to know."
"When I create a person's worst fear, I feel their fear and pain. I don't want to relive that again."
"RACHAEL! Look at me! Before today we didn't know Magneto was scared of anything. We may need to use it. To protect innocents! Tell us!" the professor tried to cut through Rac's fear, which she was broadcasting fiercely.
"Professor, Magneto created me! He's a modern Frankenstein! And he's scared of the same thing!" Rac turned and ran out of the room, in floods. In the startled silence that followed, Jamie and Henry, as one, turned and followed her.
"That poor child." Charles said
"Poor kid." Hank agreed
"I don't understand."
"Why'd she mention Frankenstein?"
"Yeah, he's a monster."
"Have you not read Frankenstein?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Frankenstein wasn't the monster. He was the creator."
"So?"
"What happened?"
"He thought he could control the monster, he created, but he couldn't. The monster couldn't touch anyone, because he was too strong, so he killed them."
"But what was Frankenstein scared of?"
"His own creation. His monster."
"Poor kid."
"I never knew."
"I don't think she told us everything though."
"She didn't." Logan said
"How can you tell?"
"I could smell it."
"Rogue, would you?"
"Alright. But 1 thing 1st, Jean, Kitty, I need to borrow."
"Why?"
"No way am I going near her, in that state, without some back up."
"Alright!" they said grudgingly, holding out their wrists. Rogue removed her glove and briefly touched each one.
"Thanks!" she said, running up the stairs.
A few minutes later, she returned, 'phasing though the ceiling, putting her glove back on.
"What happened?"
"She was in her room, crying. Jamie and Henry were trying to comfort her. I 'phased in quick and left. If I'd been any slower Jamie and Henry would have beaten me up. As it was I could only just keep them off me."
"But what about Magneto?"
"I'll show you what he saw." She said carefully, before projecting an image.
They were looking at the toe of a black boot, which was some distance from its partner. Tucked into each boot was the leg of a black pair of trousers. Above which was a black t-shirt.
2 slaves, wearing grey ripped clothes, were fanning the person wearing the clothes. They were both chained to the floor, to each other and to their ostrich fans. The 2 slaves were Wanda and Pietro.
The person, they were fanning, who was shorter than them, had black hair, and jet-black eyes, a humourless smile, a gaze of steel and an emotionless face. They stared for a while at the person, then they realized who it was. It was Rae! The illusion faded and everyone was shocked and stunned.
"The poor kid."
"No wonder she didn't want to say."
"Poor kid."
"Wait, when did she become the kid?"
"Well, she's younger than Jamie."
"Yeah!"
"Where is she?"
"Probably in her room."
"I'll go and check." Kurt said, vanishing. He reappeared a moment later. "She's gone!"
"Let me see!" Rogue said, grabbing him, together they 'ported. She 'phased back, a moment later. "She's taken all 4 rucksacks, a change of clothes, a rug, her sketchpad and sketching stuff and some books."
"Which one?"
"Some of the satire ones. Terry Prachett, Discworld. All the witch ones, 'Soul Music', 'Hogfather', 'Thief of Time', 'Men at Arms', 'Feet of Clay', 'Jingo' and '5th Elephant'."
"Anything in common?"
"She likes them. Female main characters. All feared."
"Could she have come round, so quickly?"
"No!"
"That means Henry and Jamie are with her."
"But where?"
"I don't know."
"Where does she like to go?"
"I don't know. It's going." Rogue said
"What is?"
"The memories. I've still got her power, but not the memories. Though I do know what her life is like. And why she likes satire."
"Why?"
"She sees through all illusions. And we all live in comfy, pink clouds of illusions. Satire strips these away. Satire is what she sees everyday."
"Poor, poor kid."
"Wonder where they've taken her."
"Don't know."
"We'd better search for them."
"I'll see if they've taken food."
"I'll check his room."
"I'll set up Cerebro."
"I'll try and track them."
"Good idea."
"They've taken some food."
"Check the garden."
"Why are we panicking?"
"'Cause they've gone!"
"But maybe they just want to be alone."
"What if they've run away?"
"Everyone be quiet!" Charles yelled, "Now, Logan, you track them. If they're alone, make sure they don't come to any harm."
"And if they're not?"
"Make your own decisions."
"Jean, you go set up Cerebro. Scott, check all our forms of transport. Kitty, go watch the Brotherhood. Kurt, you take her, then check school. Rogue, you sit somewhere and try to remember any of her favourite spots. Evans, you check the town. Ororo, you do the country. Hank, check the CCTV cameras." The New Recruits were left, in front of the professor. "Right, can any of you remember any friends Rac had?"
"None."
"You can't remember?"
"No."
"She had none."
"Odd."
"Not really."
"As she used to say: 'they want friends their own age.'"
"She coped, thought."
***
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