-Chapter THREE-
*~*Terry's Apartment*~*
It was a note. Not a very noticeable one except the fact it was laying out on her jacket. She was limping over to it, her hip swelling with pain every time the skirt touched the bruise from the fight with Batman. Reaching for the piece of paper, she felt the tension Terry was having on her taking her time on leaving. Alexis held the note to in reading distance. "Terry," she called, turning to him.
"I said to leave," he said, his voice low from anger.
Alexis didn't care if wanted her to leave. She looked up at him. "Did you write this?"
Terry, giving up on her stupidity of being perfect, walked over and snatched it. "'The mask won't hide you. The youngest McGinnis first. At the end you will lose.' No, I didn't write this. Is this some type of joke?" he started to raise his voice, throwing the paper down.
What Terry didn't know was Alexis' feral senses were going crazy. In a case like this, her eyes would flash as her instinct kicked in. But knowing Terry was unaware of the 'uniqueness' she had, she couldn't do that. Instead she looked past him to the cracked door that belong to Matt. "Who's the youngest in the family of McGinnis?" she asked, ignoring his ignorance on blaming it on her.
"Youngest? Matt, why?" The anger seem to slip away as he saw the worry and serious look in her eyes. Casting his eyes to where Matt's door was once closed, he felt his heart beat pick up. Terry turned to Alexis then spun around, jogging to the door that closed suddenly and locked. "Matt!" Terry jiggled the knob. "Matt!" He felt the adrenaline soar through his body with fear. "Open this door!" Terry backed up and made a running leap to it, his foot braking the door off the hinges. Terry landed inside to see the window open, the gentle breeze blowing at the curtain. The moonlight shown through on the empty bed with turned blankets. He was nearly frozen in his tracks with fear. "M-Matt!"
Alexis slid to the side of the door, peeking around. She would be blamed for this. She knew she would. Her feral senses told her to go out the front door. She did, slowly stepping in the cold breeze. Something was there. She couldn't tell what it was. But something. Bigger then her. It made her scared. Stepping back in, she saw the worried look on Terry she never saw before. "I don't know what to say except I did not have anything to do with this." She limped over, a few feet from him.
His jaw tightened. He was silent. Terry didn't know what to think. Of course she didn't have any thing to do with it. Deep inside he knew that. "He's gone," was all he could say. "Mom will have a cow." And it was then when Mrs. McGinnis walked in with two bags of grocery.
"Terry. Nice to have you home. I see you met the babysitter." She didn't see the looks in their eyes as she passed them and put the brown bags on the counter.
Both students exchanged looks.
"Matt's in bed, right?" the mother asked, handing a few dollars to Alexis.
"I can't accept this," Alexis said, her eyes tearing. She didn't know how to explain this.
"Why?"
"Mom, I think you'd better sit down." Terry walked her over the sofa with Alexis sitting on the other side of her. "I know you're not going to believe this but-" Terry fumbled around with his words. There was no way he could tell her Matt was kidnapped under both of their noses.
"What Terry's trying to say is I had put Matt to bed." Alexis looked away, checking her feral senses for anything wrong. Nothing. They could have kicked in anytime to make her leave on short notice; or more of, she had hoped.
"Had?" her motherly concerned voice came out. She instantly got up, escaping the grasping of hands from the two students. "I want to see him."
Terry watched her go to the room. He breathed in deeply. "You had better go. This could get ugly." Terry saw the look on Alexis face. "Don't worry. And I'm sorry for getting so mad earlier. You're not exactly making me look too hot in class. And this whole thing tonight.." his voice drifted off.
"I'm glad to see we're on the same side, this time. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Let me know how she takes it." Alexis grabbed her jacket and headed for the door. "If you get the nerves to tell her. My number is on the fridge. Matt wrote it. If you wanna talk," she added before leaving.
He leaned back as his mother came out. "Mom, there's something I need to tell you." Her eyes were already teared and fear swirled around them.
*~*Cave*~*
Bruce was furiously working. He had gone back to when Terry was fighting the first New Mutant. Taking the picture of when he fought the feral, he went through the scenes till she was 'picture perfect'. "Gotcha," he said, beginning to type some things in. A grid covered the girl's face as the black mask was stripped away. "Let's fill you in." The phone rang as the picture was being generated. Bruce slid his chair over, grabbing the receiver. "Wayne," he spoke, running the girl's face on the database of people at Gothem once it was whole.
"It's Terry. I need to come over."
"It's almost nine-thirty." Bruce heard the ushering cries of Terry's mother in the background. "Terry, what's wrong?" he asked, sensing something worse then just wanting a visit. A file of the girl came up. Saving it and waiting for a response, he went to the other New Mutant who Terry fought the next day.
Muffling the tears, Terry spoke again. "I-I just need to come o- over," he said, obviously fighting the outburst of crying.
Bruce may have had a cold heart, but he did know when Terry needed a man to speak to. And to hear him almost cry made Bruce worry even more. "Come on over." He hung the phone up and continued to find the file on the blond that came up.
*~*~*~*~*~*
It was a long tube that was measured for the average human. A small boy stood, nearly lifeless inside it. His tiny feet were planted to the ground as he stood with head raised slightly and eyes closed. His tiny fingers were relaxed and out inches from his body. "Matt McGinnis," the voice in the unnoticed sewer. "It was almost too easy. Soon I will have him and the old blooded bat at my feet." He roared with a haunting laughter.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"What do you mean?" Diane asked her young teammate again. She leaned over the chair while Alexis' was working on her Geometry. "A brake-in at the house you were suppose to be babysitting?" Diane just couldn't believe the thief would get away with Alexis' feral abilities.
"I felt," she said, looking completely at the leader. "I felt like it was something way bigger then I had ever felt before. It was different. Larger. More powerful. I dunno. I really can't explain it," she said, doing her paper again.
Diane put her chair back on all four legs again.
The middle teammate walked in from doing a little window shopping. She dropped the four large bags and two boxes of shoes on the floor with exhaustion. The look from the leader's eyes told her shopping would waste money. "What? Like, these were all on sale?" the blond quickly said. "Great priced skirt and matching top for four ninety-nine," she pulled out a long jean skirt and a brown sweater like material belly shirt. It was something only Jewels would wear. Taking her bags, she headed for the closet. "So Alex, like, how was that job on the first night?"
"Great. The kid was kidnapped right under me and Terry's nose before we could blink our eyes," Alexis grumbled, writing down a number.
"Oh! Like guess what?" Jewels obviously didn't hear the grumble Alexis had said or she wouldn't have been so rude to change the subject. The other two girls knew that as well. Laying on her stomach, on her and Alexis' bed, Jewels propped her upper body with her elbows. Her blond hair fell around her face. "I needed a power surge tonight and Batman tried to stop me!" She gained both girls' attention. "Isn't that like, rad?"
"Sure," Diane rolled her eyes with a smile. She went to her computer and began typing some things in. "The boy Alexis was suppose to watch over was kidnapped." Diane told Jewels. "Alexis couldn't stop this one. She said it was beyond her power."
"Like, wow!" Jewels said, her eyes twinkling. She was wanting a fight that would challenge her. Maybe this one would. "What will happen now?"
Diane finished typing then turn around. "Well, Alexis will go back to school-"
"I'm suspended. Or more of expelled," she butted in.
"Not anymore." Diane grinned her way. She had always been a computer code cracking geek. "So, you'll go to school. Talk to Terry and find out what you can on him. Something tells me there's a little more to this boy then what meets the eye. Oh, is he still blaming you for everything that could possibly go wrong?"
"Actually no. Because of this incident, you might call me his buddy now," Alexis wrote her last math figure down and began working it out, showing the work as the teacher wanted it done.
"Amazing." Diane looked at Jewels. "You and I are going to do a little investigation. I assume the McGinnis' home will be empty for the time being tomorrow while the mother's trying to work to keep her missing son off her mind and Terry will be struggling at school."
"It'll be hard for me to talk to him. He's got a girlfriend and best friend there," Alexis added, making a highlighted mark over the answer. She went over all the answers, checking them and then highlighting them. Sticking the sheet in her notebook so it wasn't folded, Alexis put the book and notebook in her purple book bag. She slid her copper brown colored thin rimmed reading glasses in the case and put that away as well.
"You're a girl that's like, now on his side and has something like, in common with him now. You'll like, find a way." That was Jewels for you. Always looking at it the positive way. Her positive way always seemed to fall on the fact girls are sexy and have their ways.
*~*Cave*~*
Terry dropped his head in his hands. He was having so much pity on himself, he didn't see the screen above that Bruce wanted to share. He bit his lip, breathing in slowly. His mind was slightly confused on what to do and who to tell. "That new girl was over when I got home from fighting that blond," he started, looking at the floor still. More of, gazing at the floor with sudden interest. "She was babysitting Matt when I yelled at her to go home." Terry looked up, wanting sympathy from the old man, but got none as he had his back to Terry the whole time, studying the computer instead. "She found a note," he pulled the note out he picked up before coming to the Wayne Mansion and uncrumpled it.
That's when Bruce did turn around. He knew Terry was suffering from self-pity and didn't share any sympathy at all. Though, he did feel kind of bad for the new girl Terry spoke of. "'The mask won't hide you. The youngest McGinnis first. At the end you will lose.' Hmm, it seems to say that the Bat mask won't keep you hidden from the outside force. But why he took your brother, I don't know. And he plans on killing you at the end." Bruce put the note down. "I'd take fingerprints but you and Alexis Stone have smudged it already." Bruce spun back around in his swivel chair.
"Yeah I can see that you care how I feel right now," Terry shot at him.
Bruce didn't budge from his seat. "I was doing a search on your two girlfriends here and they both have something in common," he changed the subject, knowing how quick-tempered Terry got.
"Bruce! What are you doing?! I'm in agony from the loss of my brother and you're worried about those freaks!" Terry stood up, balling his fist.
"Terry sit down," Bruce said calmly. "Stop having pity over yourself."
"What?!" With one hard jerk, he grabbed the top of the chair and spun it to face him. "How can you be so cold hearted?!"
"I said to sit down! If you would stop wallowing in your tears, you'd see this new girl can help you find your brother and you'd see the pain your mother is in! She loves Matt more then you will ever! She gave birth to him and you're crying about your loss! Grow up Terry!" Bruce spit out. Not in anger, but to get through to the teenager.
Terry swallowed. He was in shock Bruce yelled at him. But that got him more mad. He watched Bruce spin around, once again, his back towards him. He did feel a bit guilty about his mother's loss. With a thump, he dropped down to the chair. "I-I'm sorry," he said barely above a whisper.
"Alexis Stone, there's more to her then what meets the eye." It wasn't that he didn't hear him. But he didn't like apologies given or receiving. Turning halfway to the teenager, he made sure he was paying attention. And Terry was. Fully. "Say hello to your New Mutant new girl friend."
Terry's eyes were glued to the screen. He got up, standing behind the chair that Bruce sat up. A large picture of a girl, long brown hair, brown eyes, stared back at him. It was of Alexis, the new girl, the babysitter, the one who saw the note. He squinted, reading the information given. "Not much given on her."
"But enough. She's half feral and very telekinetic. Her eyes pick up anyone that's cloaked or a mile away that's breathing. You're invisibility cloak that night was useless to her eyes. She's got half of the fighting skill of a regular feline feral would have." Bruce saw the confusion Terry gave him. "Cat like instincts. Because she's only half, she doesn't have the full concentration that a full feral has."
Terry was following along on reading what Bruce read aloud. He then watched a screen pop up. "Who's that?" he asked, looking at the blond.
"Jewels Jones. A New Mutant. The one you fought earlier tonight. She's an Electric Elemental. Meaning," he said quickly before Terry could question the name. "Meaning, she can emit electricity up to 100 hertz." He chuckled adding, "she was only being nice to you tonight."
"Yeah, I bet," Terry said amazed.
"And she can absorb electricity. The amount she absorbed tells me the DNA strand that controls her electricity supply is weak and needs fueling. I looked up the last time a power drainage happened which was last month. So I'm assuming every month, Jewels has to recharge herself to stay alive." Bruce had a feeling there were more New Mutants involved but didn't know where to start on finding them.
Terry rubbed his hands together. "I think I'll be going to school tomorrow to have a little chat with Alexis." He read over Jewels' information again. "Where do these New Mutants come from? I mean how did they come to be .. New Mutants?"
"Either two ways." Bruce typed up a file he previously had saved. "By birth of their parents or by experimentation. Most likely the experimentation as a child. Having their DNA tampered with."
"That's cruel," Terry whispered. He had a small, microscopic sympathy spot in his heart for Alexis. But not much. He still didn't trust her. That much. Terry grabbed his coat. "Bruce, I'm heading home. I have a mother that needs my support right now."
Bruce looked at Terry. "I'll keep a lookout for anything on your brother, Terry." He watched Terry leave then pick the note up again. Not mentioned in records, he once had a note somewhat like this. He wasn't sure it was the same one though. Bruce stood, grabbing his cane and wobbled to the stairs. "Come Ace," he called to his dog. The police dog's long nailed paws were heard as he walked over to the old man. Bruce, slowly, but surely made his way up the stairs. "I'm not getting any younger and those stairs getting even harder to climb." He felt the warm licking of Ace's tongue on his hand. "Thanks boy. Let's see what we can find for Terry, okay?"
He made his way to a file cabinet in a far room that was used for the memory of his parents. He pull out a manila folder and opened it. "Not this one." Bruce thumbed through the folders, finding them getting blurry. "I think it's time I got glasses," he mumbled. Staring hard at one label, pulled it out. "Here it is." Bruce pulled the love letter out he received many, many, many years ago. "'Your life is coming soon. The mask will soon decay. I'll strip you of your close ones. And at the end, you will bow to me or die.' I like Terry's letter better. It's a lot more friendlier." But with a lead, he stood up.
Bruce got himself in his bed. Though, he couldn't sleep. He feared what was happening to the young boy's life. "If Terry gets hurt, I'll find the author of those notes and personally rip his heart out with my own hands," he swore. He didn't usually let his emotions get the best of him like this. But deep inside, Bruce did care for Terry. He was like a son he never had.
*~*Terry's Apartment*~*
It was a note. Not a very noticeable one except the fact it was laying out on her jacket. She was limping over to it, her hip swelling with pain every time the skirt touched the bruise from the fight with Batman. Reaching for the piece of paper, she felt the tension Terry was having on her taking her time on leaving. Alexis held the note to in reading distance. "Terry," she called, turning to him.
"I said to leave," he said, his voice low from anger.
Alexis didn't care if wanted her to leave. She looked up at him. "Did you write this?"
Terry, giving up on her stupidity of being perfect, walked over and snatched it. "'The mask won't hide you. The youngest McGinnis first. At the end you will lose.' No, I didn't write this. Is this some type of joke?" he started to raise his voice, throwing the paper down.
What Terry didn't know was Alexis' feral senses were going crazy. In a case like this, her eyes would flash as her instinct kicked in. But knowing Terry was unaware of the 'uniqueness' she had, she couldn't do that. Instead she looked past him to the cracked door that belong to Matt. "Who's the youngest in the family of McGinnis?" she asked, ignoring his ignorance on blaming it on her.
"Youngest? Matt, why?" The anger seem to slip away as he saw the worry and serious look in her eyes. Casting his eyes to where Matt's door was once closed, he felt his heart beat pick up. Terry turned to Alexis then spun around, jogging to the door that closed suddenly and locked. "Matt!" Terry jiggled the knob. "Matt!" He felt the adrenaline soar through his body with fear. "Open this door!" Terry backed up and made a running leap to it, his foot braking the door off the hinges. Terry landed inside to see the window open, the gentle breeze blowing at the curtain. The moonlight shown through on the empty bed with turned blankets. He was nearly frozen in his tracks with fear. "M-Matt!"
Alexis slid to the side of the door, peeking around. She would be blamed for this. She knew she would. Her feral senses told her to go out the front door. She did, slowly stepping in the cold breeze. Something was there. She couldn't tell what it was. But something. Bigger then her. It made her scared. Stepping back in, she saw the worried look on Terry she never saw before. "I don't know what to say except I did not have anything to do with this." She limped over, a few feet from him.
His jaw tightened. He was silent. Terry didn't know what to think. Of course she didn't have any thing to do with it. Deep inside he knew that. "He's gone," was all he could say. "Mom will have a cow." And it was then when Mrs. McGinnis walked in with two bags of grocery.
"Terry. Nice to have you home. I see you met the babysitter." She didn't see the looks in their eyes as she passed them and put the brown bags on the counter.
Both students exchanged looks.
"Matt's in bed, right?" the mother asked, handing a few dollars to Alexis.
"I can't accept this," Alexis said, her eyes tearing. She didn't know how to explain this.
"Why?"
"Mom, I think you'd better sit down." Terry walked her over the sofa with Alexis sitting on the other side of her. "I know you're not going to believe this but-" Terry fumbled around with his words. There was no way he could tell her Matt was kidnapped under both of their noses.
"What Terry's trying to say is I had put Matt to bed." Alexis looked away, checking her feral senses for anything wrong. Nothing. They could have kicked in anytime to make her leave on short notice; or more of, she had hoped.
"Had?" her motherly concerned voice came out. She instantly got up, escaping the grasping of hands from the two students. "I want to see him."
Terry watched her go to the room. He breathed in deeply. "You had better go. This could get ugly." Terry saw the look on Alexis face. "Don't worry. And I'm sorry for getting so mad earlier. You're not exactly making me look too hot in class. And this whole thing tonight.." his voice drifted off.
"I'm glad to see we're on the same side, this time. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Let me know how she takes it." Alexis grabbed her jacket and headed for the door. "If you get the nerves to tell her. My number is on the fridge. Matt wrote it. If you wanna talk," she added before leaving.
He leaned back as his mother came out. "Mom, there's something I need to tell you." Her eyes were already teared and fear swirled around them.
*~*Cave*~*
Bruce was furiously working. He had gone back to when Terry was fighting the first New Mutant. Taking the picture of when he fought the feral, he went through the scenes till she was 'picture perfect'. "Gotcha," he said, beginning to type some things in. A grid covered the girl's face as the black mask was stripped away. "Let's fill you in." The phone rang as the picture was being generated. Bruce slid his chair over, grabbing the receiver. "Wayne," he spoke, running the girl's face on the database of people at Gothem once it was whole.
"It's Terry. I need to come over."
"It's almost nine-thirty." Bruce heard the ushering cries of Terry's mother in the background. "Terry, what's wrong?" he asked, sensing something worse then just wanting a visit. A file of the girl came up. Saving it and waiting for a response, he went to the other New Mutant who Terry fought the next day.
Muffling the tears, Terry spoke again. "I-I just need to come o- over," he said, obviously fighting the outburst of crying.
Bruce may have had a cold heart, but he did know when Terry needed a man to speak to. And to hear him almost cry made Bruce worry even more. "Come on over." He hung the phone up and continued to find the file on the blond that came up.
*~*~*~*~*~*
It was a long tube that was measured for the average human. A small boy stood, nearly lifeless inside it. His tiny feet were planted to the ground as he stood with head raised slightly and eyes closed. His tiny fingers were relaxed and out inches from his body. "Matt McGinnis," the voice in the unnoticed sewer. "It was almost too easy. Soon I will have him and the old blooded bat at my feet." He roared with a haunting laughter.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"What do you mean?" Diane asked her young teammate again. She leaned over the chair while Alexis' was working on her Geometry. "A brake-in at the house you were suppose to be babysitting?" Diane just couldn't believe the thief would get away with Alexis' feral abilities.
"I felt," she said, looking completely at the leader. "I felt like it was something way bigger then I had ever felt before. It was different. Larger. More powerful. I dunno. I really can't explain it," she said, doing her paper again.
Diane put her chair back on all four legs again.
The middle teammate walked in from doing a little window shopping. She dropped the four large bags and two boxes of shoes on the floor with exhaustion. The look from the leader's eyes told her shopping would waste money. "What? Like, these were all on sale?" the blond quickly said. "Great priced skirt and matching top for four ninety-nine," she pulled out a long jean skirt and a brown sweater like material belly shirt. It was something only Jewels would wear. Taking her bags, she headed for the closet. "So Alex, like, how was that job on the first night?"
"Great. The kid was kidnapped right under me and Terry's nose before we could blink our eyes," Alexis grumbled, writing down a number.
"Oh! Like guess what?" Jewels obviously didn't hear the grumble Alexis had said or she wouldn't have been so rude to change the subject. The other two girls knew that as well. Laying on her stomach, on her and Alexis' bed, Jewels propped her upper body with her elbows. Her blond hair fell around her face. "I needed a power surge tonight and Batman tried to stop me!" She gained both girls' attention. "Isn't that like, rad?"
"Sure," Diane rolled her eyes with a smile. She went to her computer and began typing some things in. "The boy Alexis was suppose to watch over was kidnapped." Diane told Jewels. "Alexis couldn't stop this one. She said it was beyond her power."
"Like, wow!" Jewels said, her eyes twinkling. She was wanting a fight that would challenge her. Maybe this one would. "What will happen now?"
Diane finished typing then turn around. "Well, Alexis will go back to school-"
"I'm suspended. Or more of expelled," she butted in.
"Not anymore." Diane grinned her way. She had always been a computer code cracking geek. "So, you'll go to school. Talk to Terry and find out what you can on him. Something tells me there's a little more to this boy then what meets the eye. Oh, is he still blaming you for everything that could possibly go wrong?"
"Actually no. Because of this incident, you might call me his buddy now," Alexis wrote her last math figure down and began working it out, showing the work as the teacher wanted it done.
"Amazing." Diane looked at Jewels. "You and I are going to do a little investigation. I assume the McGinnis' home will be empty for the time being tomorrow while the mother's trying to work to keep her missing son off her mind and Terry will be struggling at school."
"It'll be hard for me to talk to him. He's got a girlfriend and best friend there," Alexis added, making a highlighted mark over the answer. She went over all the answers, checking them and then highlighting them. Sticking the sheet in her notebook so it wasn't folded, Alexis put the book and notebook in her purple book bag. She slid her copper brown colored thin rimmed reading glasses in the case and put that away as well.
"You're a girl that's like, now on his side and has something like, in common with him now. You'll like, find a way." That was Jewels for you. Always looking at it the positive way. Her positive way always seemed to fall on the fact girls are sexy and have their ways.
*~*Cave*~*
Terry dropped his head in his hands. He was having so much pity on himself, he didn't see the screen above that Bruce wanted to share. He bit his lip, breathing in slowly. His mind was slightly confused on what to do and who to tell. "That new girl was over when I got home from fighting that blond," he started, looking at the floor still. More of, gazing at the floor with sudden interest. "She was babysitting Matt when I yelled at her to go home." Terry looked up, wanting sympathy from the old man, but got none as he had his back to Terry the whole time, studying the computer instead. "She found a note," he pulled the note out he picked up before coming to the Wayne Mansion and uncrumpled it.
That's when Bruce did turn around. He knew Terry was suffering from self-pity and didn't share any sympathy at all. Though, he did feel kind of bad for the new girl Terry spoke of. "'The mask won't hide you. The youngest McGinnis first. At the end you will lose.' Hmm, it seems to say that the Bat mask won't keep you hidden from the outside force. But why he took your brother, I don't know. And he plans on killing you at the end." Bruce put the note down. "I'd take fingerprints but you and Alexis Stone have smudged it already." Bruce spun back around in his swivel chair.
"Yeah I can see that you care how I feel right now," Terry shot at him.
Bruce didn't budge from his seat. "I was doing a search on your two girlfriends here and they both have something in common," he changed the subject, knowing how quick-tempered Terry got.
"Bruce! What are you doing?! I'm in agony from the loss of my brother and you're worried about those freaks!" Terry stood up, balling his fist.
"Terry sit down," Bruce said calmly. "Stop having pity over yourself."
"What?!" With one hard jerk, he grabbed the top of the chair and spun it to face him. "How can you be so cold hearted?!"
"I said to sit down! If you would stop wallowing in your tears, you'd see this new girl can help you find your brother and you'd see the pain your mother is in! She loves Matt more then you will ever! She gave birth to him and you're crying about your loss! Grow up Terry!" Bruce spit out. Not in anger, but to get through to the teenager.
Terry swallowed. He was in shock Bruce yelled at him. But that got him more mad. He watched Bruce spin around, once again, his back towards him. He did feel a bit guilty about his mother's loss. With a thump, he dropped down to the chair. "I-I'm sorry," he said barely above a whisper.
"Alexis Stone, there's more to her then what meets the eye." It wasn't that he didn't hear him. But he didn't like apologies given or receiving. Turning halfway to the teenager, he made sure he was paying attention. And Terry was. Fully. "Say hello to your New Mutant new girl friend."
Terry's eyes were glued to the screen. He got up, standing behind the chair that Bruce sat up. A large picture of a girl, long brown hair, brown eyes, stared back at him. It was of Alexis, the new girl, the babysitter, the one who saw the note. He squinted, reading the information given. "Not much given on her."
"But enough. She's half feral and very telekinetic. Her eyes pick up anyone that's cloaked or a mile away that's breathing. You're invisibility cloak that night was useless to her eyes. She's got half of the fighting skill of a regular feline feral would have." Bruce saw the confusion Terry gave him. "Cat like instincts. Because she's only half, she doesn't have the full concentration that a full feral has."
Terry was following along on reading what Bruce read aloud. He then watched a screen pop up. "Who's that?" he asked, looking at the blond.
"Jewels Jones. A New Mutant. The one you fought earlier tonight. She's an Electric Elemental. Meaning," he said quickly before Terry could question the name. "Meaning, she can emit electricity up to 100 hertz." He chuckled adding, "she was only being nice to you tonight."
"Yeah, I bet," Terry said amazed.
"And she can absorb electricity. The amount she absorbed tells me the DNA strand that controls her electricity supply is weak and needs fueling. I looked up the last time a power drainage happened which was last month. So I'm assuming every month, Jewels has to recharge herself to stay alive." Bruce had a feeling there were more New Mutants involved but didn't know where to start on finding them.
Terry rubbed his hands together. "I think I'll be going to school tomorrow to have a little chat with Alexis." He read over Jewels' information again. "Where do these New Mutants come from? I mean how did they come to be .. New Mutants?"
"Either two ways." Bruce typed up a file he previously had saved. "By birth of their parents or by experimentation. Most likely the experimentation as a child. Having their DNA tampered with."
"That's cruel," Terry whispered. He had a small, microscopic sympathy spot in his heart for Alexis. But not much. He still didn't trust her. That much. Terry grabbed his coat. "Bruce, I'm heading home. I have a mother that needs my support right now."
Bruce looked at Terry. "I'll keep a lookout for anything on your brother, Terry." He watched Terry leave then pick the note up again. Not mentioned in records, he once had a note somewhat like this. He wasn't sure it was the same one though. Bruce stood, grabbing his cane and wobbled to the stairs. "Come Ace," he called to his dog. The police dog's long nailed paws were heard as he walked over to the old man. Bruce, slowly, but surely made his way up the stairs. "I'm not getting any younger and those stairs getting even harder to climb." He felt the warm licking of Ace's tongue on his hand. "Thanks boy. Let's see what we can find for Terry, okay?"
He made his way to a file cabinet in a far room that was used for the memory of his parents. He pull out a manila folder and opened it. "Not this one." Bruce thumbed through the folders, finding them getting blurry. "I think it's time I got glasses," he mumbled. Staring hard at one label, pulled it out. "Here it is." Bruce pulled the love letter out he received many, many, many years ago. "'Your life is coming soon. The mask will soon decay. I'll strip you of your close ones. And at the end, you will bow to me or die.' I like Terry's letter better. It's a lot more friendlier." But with a lead, he stood up.
Bruce got himself in his bed. Though, he couldn't sleep. He feared what was happening to the young boy's life. "If Terry gets hurt, I'll find the author of those notes and personally rip his heart out with my own hands," he swore. He didn't usually let his emotions get the best of him like this. But deep inside, Bruce did care for Terry. He was like a son he never had.