Ch 5:
Inside a large room, a man in a wheelchair sat at a large computer, gazing up at the screen. He was looking at an overhead image of Bayville. His eyes were focused on one particular grid that was outlined in red. The computer had notified him moments ago of a mutant emergence in the area, and the man in the chair was studying the screen intently. In one corner of the screen, a picture of Glen's face was displayed above a read-out with his biological information; age, height, etc. and also made mention of his recently used ability: Temporal Disruption. A woman with dark skin and long, silvery hair walked up behind the man. "Cerebro's detected another one?" she asked. "Yes," replied the man in the wheelchair. "And a most unusual one at that. His name is Glen Hilliard, and it appears that he has a most unusual ability; the power to stop time," They gazed up at the screen for a few moments when suddenly the point on the screen representing Glen began to move. "Where do you suppose he's going, Professor?" asked the woman. "I don't know," replied Xavier. "I'm going to try and contact him," He placed his hands on the side of his head and closed his eyes, narrowing his brow. "Glen, can you hear me?"
Glen was running through the streets of town, his mind shambles, totally oblivious to his surroundings. He had already narrowly missed being hit by traffic on 2 occasions. He was terrified; terrified that Seth had found him and Sam, and what he had done. He couldn't believe that he could be so violent, that he would want to kill him. He ran on blindly, when suddenly he heard a voice in his mind, piercing through all the fear. "Glen, can you hear me?" In his mind, Glen shrieked, and he kept running.
Xavier grimaced as the shriek of horror and agony echoed in his mind. He broke his trance and looked at the woman. "Storm, get the car ready. I fear that Glen is in terrible danger. We have to find him before he gets hurt," Storm turned and walked quickly out of the room. Xavier went back into a trance, this time reaching out to Jean. "Jean, can you hear me?"
Jean was sitting in the passenger seat of Scott's convertible as they drove through town. She listened to Scott say something, but her attention was broken by Xavier's mental transmission. "Yes, Professor. I can hear you. What is it?"
"Cerebro's picked up a new mutant. We need to find him quickly. He may be in danger. His name is Glen Hilliard."
"Glen?" Jean thought to herself. That name sounded vaguely familiar.
"Is Scott with you?"
"Yes Professor, he's here."
"Scott, it's Professor Xavier," Xavier quickly told Scott everything he had just relayed to Jean. "He looks like he's a few blocks away from your location. You must hurry!"
Scott looked at Jean. "Can you pick him up at all?"
Jean closed her eyes and began to concentrate. "I'm not sure. Wait, I'm getting something," She shivered as she realized what she was sensing.
"What is it? What's wrong?" asked Scott, worried.
"Fear. He's scared out of his mind!" said Jean. "Turn left, there!"
Scott yanked hard on the wheel as the car slid around the corner and took off in a cloud of dust.
Sam had never felt more wretched in his life. In the space of a day, he had found somebody who he cared deeply about, and who cared about him just as much. They had been on the verge of bliss, when suddenly it had been torn apart. Sam had never seen that much rage in somebody's face in his life. He had run out of the house and hadn't stopped for several minutes. Now he walked through the streets of town, dejected. "What will his step-dad do to him, he wondered. Will he be all right? Will I ever see him again?" He so wanted to see Glen again, if nothing else than for the assurance that he was unharmed. As he approached an intersection, he looked up to see several things at once. First, he saw a red convertible up the street with two teens, a boy and a girl in it. They were driving fast, like they were trying desperately to get somewhere. They also were looking around, like they were trying to find somebody. He thought he recognized the girl as the one that Glen had pointed out to him at lunch. "I wonder who they're looking for so badly," he wondered. Looking the other way, he saw somebody, a boy, running like Sam had run a little while ago. Looking closer, Sam could make out bruises and a trickle of blood on his face. "Oh my god! That's him!" Sam realized in horror. He looked a little past Glen, and saw a large truck was heading straight towards the intersection that Glen was running to. Sam thought that Glen would stop for the truck but saw Glen just keep going, straight into the path of the oncoming truck. "Glen!!!" he cried out.
Scott and Jean were almost frantic in their search for Glen. "He's very close, Scott," Jean said. "What does he look like?" Scott asked her. "About 5'9, curly hair. Remember, the guy from last year, who, well, you know…" Scott blushed a bit, the memory coming back to him of how the boy had had a crush on him last year. He was a little embarrassed when he had found out, and had confronted the boy. In retrospect, he had probably been too harsh in telling him that he wasn't interested. He contemplated how the fact that the boy was a mutant could affect things with him and Jean. "What if he starts living at the Institute? What if he's still got a crush on me?" Jean jarred him out of his thoughts. "Scott, there he is!" Scott looked where Jean was pointing, and saw the oncoming truck as well. He hit the gas, desperate to get to Glen before the truck did.
Glen was nearly exhausted from running. He felt like his lungs were about to collapse. He ran past a storefront and approached an intersection. As he stepped out into the street, his foot caught on the curb and he went sprawling. He heard a loud noise, a horn, followed by a screeching of brakes. He looked up to see a massive truck bearing down on him. He lay there, terrified, unable to move, the truck coming closer and closer. He again felt a funny feeling running through his arms, the same thing he had felt in his house. The truck blew its horn again, and Glen placed his arms over his head and waited for the end to come. The last thing he saw was a bright flash of whitish-purple light, and then blackness.
Inside a large room, a man in a wheelchair sat at a large computer, gazing up at the screen. He was looking at an overhead image of Bayville. His eyes were focused on one particular grid that was outlined in red. The computer had notified him moments ago of a mutant emergence in the area, and the man in the chair was studying the screen intently. In one corner of the screen, a picture of Glen's face was displayed above a read-out with his biological information; age, height, etc. and also made mention of his recently used ability: Temporal Disruption. A woman with dark skin and long, silvery hair walked up behind the man. "Cerebro's detected another one?" she asked. "Yes," replied the man in the wheelchair. "And a most unusual one at that. His name is Glen Hilliard, and it appears that he has a most unusual ability; the power to stop time," They gazed up at the screen for a few moments when suddenly the point on the screen representing Glen began to move. "Where do you suppose he's going, Professor?" asked the woman. "I don't know," replied Xavier. "I'm going to try and contact him," He placed his hands on the side of his head and closed his eyes, narrowing his brow. "Glen, can you hear me?"
Glen was running through the streets of town, his mind shambles, totally oblivious to his surroundings. He had already narrowly missed being hit by traffic on 2 occasions. He was terrified; terrified that Seth had found him and Sam, and what he had done. He couldn't believe that he could be so violent, that he would want to kill him. He ran on blindly, when suddenly he heard a voice in his mind, piercing through all the fear. "Glen, can you hear me?" In his mind, Glen shrieked, and he kept running.
Xavier grimaced as the shriek of horror and agony echoed in his mind. He broke his trance and looked at the woman. "Storm, get the car ready. I fear that Glen is in terrible danger. We have to find him before he gets hurt," Storm turned and walked quickly out of the room. Xavier went back into a trance, this time reaching out to Jean. "Jean, can you hear me?"
Jean was sitting in the passenger seat of Scott's convertible as they drove through town. She listened to Scott say something, but her attention was broken by Xavier's mental transmission. "Yes, Professor. I can hear you. What is it?"
"Cerebro's picked up a new mutant. We need to find him quickly. He may be in danger. His name is Glen Hilliard."
"Glen?" Jean thought to herself. That name sounded vaguely familiar.
"Is Scott with you?"
"Yes Professor, he's here."
"Scott, it's Professor Xavier," Xavier quickly told Scott everything he had just relayed to Jean. "He looks like he's a few blocks away from your location. You must hurry!"
Scott looked at Jean. "Can you pick him up at all?"
Jean closed her eyes and began to concentrate. "I'm not sure. Wait, I'm getting something," She shivered as she realized what she was sensing.
"What is it? What's wrong?" asked Scott, worried.
"Fear. He's scared out of his mind!" said Jean. "Turn left, there!"
Scott yanked hard on the wheel as the car slid around the corner and took off in a cloud of dust.
Sam had never felt more wretched in his life. In the space of a day, he had found somebody who he cared deeply about, and who cared about him just as much. They had been on the verge of bliss, when suddenly it had been torn apart. Sam had never seen that much rage in somebody's face in his life. He had run out of the house and hadn't stopped for several minutes. Now he walked through the streets of town, dejected. "What will his step-dad do to him, he wondered. Will he be all right? Will I ever see him again?" He so wanted to see Glen again, if nothing else than for the assurance that he was unharmed. As he approached an intersection, he looked up to see several things at once. First, he saw a red convertible up the street with two teens, a boy and a girl in it. They were driving fast, like they were trying desperately to get somewhere. They also were looking around, like they were trying to find somebody. He thought he recognized the girl as the one that Glen had pointed out to him at lunch. "I wonder who they're looking for so badly," he wondered. Looking the other way, he saw somebody, a boy, running like Sam had run a little while ago. Looking closer, Sam could make out bruises and a trickle of blood on his face. "Oh my god! That's him!" Sam realized in horror. He looked a little past Glen, and saw a large truck was heading straight towards the intersection that Glen was running to. Sam thought that Glen would stop for the truck but saw Glen just keep going, straight into the path of the oncoming truck. "Glen!!!" he cried out.
Scott and Jean were almost frantic in their search for Glen. "He's very close, Scott," Jean said. "What does he look like?" Scott asked her. "About 5'9, curly hair. Remember, the guy from last year, who, well, you know…" Scott blushed a bit, the memory coming back to him of how the boy had had a crush on him last year. He was a little embarrassed when he had found out, and had confronted the boy. In retrospect, he had probably been too harsh in telling him that he wasn't interested. He contemplated how the fact that the boy was a mutant could affect things with him and Jean. "What if he starts living at the Institute? What if he's still got a crush on me?" Jean jarred him out of his thoughts. "Scott, there he is!" Scott looked where Jean was pointing, and saw the oncoming truck as well. He hit the gas, desperate to get to Glen before the truck did.
Glen was nearly exhausted from running. He felt like his lungs were about to collapse. He ran past a storefront and approached an intersection. As he stepped out into the street, his foot caught on the curb and he went sprawling. He heard a loud noise, a horn, followed by a screeching of brakes. He looked up to see a massive truck bearing down on him. He lay there, terrified, unable to move, the truck coming closer and closer. He again felt a funny feeling running through his arms, the same thing he had felt in his house. The truck blew its horn again, and Glen placed his arms over his head and waited for the end to come. The last thing he saw was a bright flash of whitish-purple light, and then blackness.
