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Once there she pounded on the door,
"Professor! The others, they're all ill!" The door slid open, and Rac ran to the professor.
"What's up?"
"Everyone's unconscious!"
"You mean, just the New Recruits?"
"No!" Rac leaned forward and started typing, soon a picture of the infirmary popped up, next to a picture of her shared room. "Everyone!"
"What happened?"
"I don't know. Jamie started complaining of a headache, and nausea. Soon all the others were starting to feel the same way. Amara felt cold, but her forehead was burning up. Bobby felt hot, but his forehead was freezing. Then they fell unconscious. Henry took me down to the infirmary, to tell Hank, but the X-men were out. Henry started getting a headache, like someone was trying to get inside her head. Then she collapsed."
"Have you felt ill, at all?"
"No."
"This could be Apocalypse's way of keeping us from moving. Give me the order in which the Recruits fell ill."
"Jamie, Sam, Jubes, Ray, Roberto, Rahine, Amara, Bobby, Henry."
"I think I understand this. He's taking people down from the strength of their mutation. I'll be the last. Sit down, and tell me when you feel ill."
"Can't I help?"
"No. Sit down and be quiet. Until you feel ill."
"Please."
"No. You don't know what I'm looking for. I do."
"Tell me, then."
"I won't. Now, don't interfere. At all!"
Rac sat on the floor, there were no seats, and she had been told to sit down. When it really suited her, she would obey instructions to the letter, and would not think. This would mean that if she was told to mow the lawn, she would, but she wouldn't stop mowing, she would walk round the lawn, pushing the mower for hours, even when the lawn was fully mown. It was her way of rebelling, without getting into trouble.
When 5 minutes later Charles started clutching his stomach, and moaning. Rac remained on the floor, playing with illusions in the air. She only moved when Charles collapsed.
Quickly she removed the headgear and lent the professor back in his wheelchair. She pushed the wheelchair back a few meters. In control she sat down on the control chair, raised it, put the headgear on, and started looking at what Charles had been looking at.
"Hmm, a mutant scan. I won't find anything that way. This Apocalypse, whoever he is, must be able to shield himself. There must be another way. He mentioned a prophecy. If what I felt last night was correct, he must have just woken up. Or been freed. Rogue once mentioned Jean running wild. And finding parts of a key. Stealing is probably more precise. If I'm right, that key might be something to do with this. I'll bring it up." Rac started talking to herself, speaking whatever came into her head, as it came in.
Without hitting a button, Rac brought up a picture of the key.
"Right, mountain area, about that time. He mentioned a prophecy. Probably from the same time. It might give me a clue." Rac started to type.
Soon the result came up: a long, crude painting.
"Oh great. I should have guessed. A riddle. I hate riddles! But all prophecies come as riddles. Now, let me see. 4 riders: a skeleton, an armoured man, a sick man and a famine stricken man. 4 riders. The 4 riders of the apocalypse. Death, War, Pestilence and Famine. The apocalypse. Behind them, a red version of Kurt, with a trident. Satan! He's directing the riders and an army. On the other side: 2 symbols. I've seen them before. Where was it? They mean something.???and ?? Of course! Now, I see! The army's plain enough. Now comes the problem. How do I do it?"
Rac put the picture at the top of the screen, and started to type.
"Mesmero. He took control of Jean. This is similar. Prof had to fight him. I can't fight Apocalypse. Not yet."
Something popped up on the screen:
'INCOMING E-MAIL - URGENT' it flashed
"I'll check it. Might give me an idea." She opened it.
Alex Summers' face appeared on the screen, contorted in pain.
"Scott, when you get this, send help. I feel seriously ill. I don't understand it. Neither does Sandra. Friend of mine, doctor. There must be a cure. Some drink or something. Call. Quickly." Alex collapsed.
"So, the illness is not isolated. I've got an idea! Thanks Alex. You're a star! You've given me the answer! Thanks a lot! Time to get to work!" she moved her hand, as if it was holding a Dictaphone "Memo to self: get help about talking to self. First sign of madness."
Rac settled down, and brought up the Mutant file, and started looking through it. Once finished she left the room, and headed for the kitchen, and started brewing a pot of tea and a pot of coffee. She then mixed it all together with various fruit-juices.
"Now, to wait! I've GOT to stop talking to myself! It's becoming a habit."
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Thanks to my 1 new reviewer:
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***
Once there she pounded on the door,
"Professor! The others, they're all ill!" The door slid open, and Rac ran to the professor.
"What's up?"
"Everyone's unconscious!"
"You mean, just the New Recruits?"
"No!" Rac leaned forward and started typing, soon a picture of the infirmary popped up, next to a picture of her shared room. "Everyone!"
"What happened?"
"I don't know. Jamie started complaining of a headache, and nausea. Soon all the others were starting to feel the same way. Amara felt cold, but her forehead was burning up. Bobby felt hot, but his forehead was freezing. Then they fell unconscious. Henry took me down to the infirmary, to tell Hank, but the X-men were out. Henry started getting a headache, like someone was trying to get inside her head. Then she collapsed."
"Have you felt ill, at all?"
"No."
"This could be Apocalypse's way of keeping us from moving. Give me the order in which the Recruits fell ill."
"Jamie, Sam, Jubes, Ray, Roberto, Rahine, Amara, Bobby, Henry."
"I think I understand this. He's taking people down from the strength of their mutation. I'll be the last. Sit down, and tell me when you feel ill."
"Can't I help?"
"No. Sit down and be quiet. Until you feel ill."
"Please."
"No. You don't know what I'm looking for. I do."
"Tell me, then."
"I won't. Now, don't interfere. At all!"
Rac sat on the floor, there were no seats, and she had been told to sit down. When it really suited her, she would obey instructions to the letter, and would not think. This would mean that if she was told to mow the lawn, she would, but she wouldn't stop mowing, she would walk round the lawn, pushing the mower for hours, even when the lawn was fully mown. It was her way of rebelling, without getting into trouble.
When 5 minutes later Charles started clutching his stomach, and moaning. Rac remained on the floor, playing with illusions in the air. She only moved when Charles collapsed.
Quickly she removed the headgear and lent the professor back in his wheelchair. She pushed the wheelchair back a few meters. In control she sat down on the control chair, raised it, put the headgear on, and started looking at what Charles had been looking at.
"Hmm, a mutant scan. I won't find anything that way. This Apocalypse, whoever he is, must be able to shield himself. There must be another way. He mentioned a prophecy. If what I felt last night was correct, he must have just woken up. Or been freed. Rogue once mentioned Jean running wild. And finding parts of a key. Stealing is probably more precise. If I'm right, that key might be something to do with this. I'll bring it up." Rac started talking to herself, speaking whatever came into her head, as it came in.
Without hitting a button, Rac brought up a picture of the key.
"Right, mountain area, about that time. He mentioned a prophecy. Probably from the same time. It might give me a clue." Rac started to type.
Soon the result came up: a long, crude painting.
"Oh great. I should have guessed. A riddle. I hate riddles! But all prophecies come as riddles. Now, let me see. 4 riders: a skeleton, an armoured man, a sick man and a famine stricken man. 4 riders. The 4 riders of the apocalypse. Death, War, Pestilence and Famine. The apocalypse. Behind them, a red version of Kurt, with a trident. Satan! He's directing the riders and an army. On the other side: 2 symbols. I've seen them before. Where was it? They mean something.???and ?? Of course! Now, I see! The army's plain enough. Now comes the problem. How do I do it?"
Rac put the picture at the top of the screen, and started to type.
"Mesmero. He took control of Jean. This is similar. Prof had to fight him. I can't fight Apocalypse. Not yet."
Something popped up on the screen:
'INCOMING E-MAIL - URGENT' it flashed
"I'll check it. Might give me an idea." She opened it.
Alex Summers' face appeared on the screen, contorted in pain.
"Scott, when you get this, send help. I feel seriously ill. I don't understand it. Neither does Sandra. Friend of mine, doctor. There must be a cure. Some drink or something. Call. Quickly." Alex collapsed.
"So, the illness is not isolated. I've got an idea! Thanks Alex. You're a star! You've given me the answer! Thanks a lot! Time to get to work!" she moved her hand, as if it was holding a Dictaphone "Memo to self: get help about talking to self. First sign of madness."
Rac settled down, and brought up the Mutant file, and started looking through it. Once finished she left the room, and headed for the kitchen, and started brewing a pot of tea and a pot of coffee. She then mixed it all together with various fruit-juices.
"Now, to wait! I've GOT to stop talking to myself! It's becoming a habit."
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