Chapter Twenty-One
Bobby's Confession, the Reunion, and Dangerous Mutants
"We still love you Bobby," Mrs. Drake was saying. "It's just this whole mutant. . . problem-"
"What problem," Logan intercedes.
"Is very disturbing," she finished.
"We thought Bobby was going to a school for the gifted," said Mr. Drake.
"Bobby is gifted," said Marie. "You should see what he can do." Mrs. Drake had her cup of tea raised to her mouth. Bobby reached over and touched the cup; Mrs. Drake's hands were shaking so much the frozen tea onto the saucer. She set the saucer down on the table. The cat jumped up on the table and began licking the frozen tea.
Bobby's younger brother got up and stormed out of the room angrily.
"Ronny," their mother called. "This is all my fault."
"Actually," said John, who had his butt perched on an end table. "We've discovered it's the male who carries the mutant gene and passes it on. So it's really his fault." Everyone glared at him.
Ronny stomped upstairs to his room. The sign on the door read: RONNY'S ROOM
STAY THE F**K OUT
His mother had demanded that he take the sign down, but wonderful, perfect Bobby had found the cutest panda stickers imaginable, I mean these things made Winnie the Pooh look hard core, and stuck them over the middle two letters. Once again Bobby got to play the hero, but at least he got to keep his sign.
"What do you teach anyway, Professor Logan," asked Mr. Drake.
"Art," replied Logan who stood in the doorway.
That's when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," offered Mr. Drake getting up.
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Carmen, Cameron, Ruby, Fallon, Opal, and Katherine were walking down the street; they had gone about two blocks when Cameron noticed the blue Camero in a driveway.
"Oh my God," she began. "That's Scott's car."
"Oh my God, you're right," Fallon said.
"No, I don't think so," said Opal.
"Opal," Ruby said. "Look at the goddam license plate."
"Oney," Opal read. "Oh, ONE I. I get it, one eye."
Ruby smacked her fore head. "Hay Carumba."
"This must be Bobby's house," said Cameron indicating the name on the mailbox. DRAKE.
"I bet Logan and Marie are here too," said Katherine.
"Come on," said Fallon. "Let's go see."
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Ororo, Jean, and Kurt were on the jet, on their way back to the school. They hadn't been getting any response from the com units.
Ororo went back to talk with Kurt, who was praying.
"What are they," she asked, indicating the delicate designs embellishing his indigo skin.
"The angelic alphabet," he said. "Passed on to mankind by the arch angel Gabriel."
"How many are there," she asked.
"One for every sin," he said. "So quite a few. You know, outside of the circus, most people feared me, but I didn't hate them. I pitied them, because most people will never know beyond what they see with their own two eyes."
"I gave up on pity a long time ago," said Ororo.
"You are so bitter," said Kurt as he rubbed his finger up her cheek. "Someone so beautiful should not be filled with so much hate."
*He's flirting with me,* Ororo thought. *He's flirting with me, and I like it.*
"Storm," Ororo called. "I found an active com unit."
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Cameron knocked on the door and waited. Moments later the door was opened by an older man with graying hair.
"Yes," he said.
"Hi, yes," Cameron began. "Is there a Bobby Drake here?"
"Yes," the man said.
"Oh good, we're friends of his from school," she said. "Did he happen to show up with a teacher, because we need to talk?"
"Professor Logan," he questioned.
The girls looked at one another. "Professor Logan," Ruby mouthed. "Logan," Fallon said.
"Oh," said Cameron. "Logan. I really don't know him that well. I mean self defense really isn't my thing."
"I thought he taught art," said Mr. Drake. Ruby, Cameron, and Fallon burst into laughter.
"Oh yea," Cameron managed to say. "See how little I really know him. If you don't mind I'd really like to speak with him." The six girls forced them selves into the living room.
"Marie," Fallon, Cameron, and Carmen said upon seeing their friend.
"Oh my God," Marie yelled. "You're alright!"
They went into the traditional pack of teenaged girls reuniting scream.
"Oh brother," Said John and Ruby in unison. They looked at each other for a moment and Ruby laughed slightly before they both looked away.
"Where's Logan," asked Fallon.
"Out on the porch," said Marie.
"How did you guys get here," Bobby asked.
"I live two streets down," explained Cameron.
That's about when Logan came back inside. He looked a little surprised to see six extra students in his care, but he continued with his original plan.
"We need to go," he said. And led the way out of the door, claws extended.
They were greeted with cop cars and drawn pistols.
"Freeze," one of the officers demanded. "Put the knives down." Logan looked back and forth; all exits were blocked, before looking to his charges.
"Put the knives down," the cop repeated.
"I can't," Logan said raising his hands to show the man the blades were a part of him. The man fired a shot that hit Logan in the head. At that moment Fallon screamed clutching her head and fell down on her knees next to an unconscious Logan. Everyone was worried now. What was wrong with her?
"Get on the ground," the policewoman demanded. Marie knew that because of Logan's metal skeleton and healing powers all the bullet would do was give him a serious headache. Fallon, being a psychic, had the endowment of empathy. She was getting sensations off of Logan and it wasn't pleasant being shot. Marie started to get down on her knees followed by Bobby and everyone else, but John, and in order to draw the attention away from Logan she began to yell:
"Please don't hurt us."
Pyro was still standing. These people had no right to push him around, especially when he could fight back.
"Get down kid," said the police officer. "We don't want to hurt you."
"You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about on TV," he began flicking out his lighter. "I'm the worst one." With that he sent a fireball off through both sides of the porch. From there he sent them off at the patrol cars.
He was playing with them. Letting them get to the point where they thought they were almost out before trapping them in the flames once again. They called for back up, but they'd be long dead before it got there.
Pyro never felt Marie's hand close around his ankle.
Marie felt as though her insides had caught fire. It was a kind of rush she had never felt before. Everything became nothing more than fuel. Trees, a car, a person, burn it all.
Pyro felt like hell. He felt he could no longer manipulate the fires, as Marie was able to call them back.
Marie had been correct in thinking Logan would have a migraine. His head was murder as he pulled himself to his feet.
That's when the jet landed and the mutants rushed to the loading bay. As Logan passed on of the officers he sat up and pointed his gun at Logan.
Logan raised his hands as a sign of parley, meaning: *You want to fight, go ahead and see who comes out alive.*
Bobby knew very well who had called the police as he looked up to his brother's window. Ronny stood with his parents as Bobby boarded the plane. He wondered if he would ever be able to go back home.
Bobby's Confession, the Reunion, and Dangerous Mutants
"We still love you Bobby," Mrs. Drake was saying. "It's just this whole mutant. . . problem-"
"What problem," Logan intercedes.
"Is very disturbing," she finished.
"We thought Bobby was going to a school for the gifted," said Mr. Drake.
"Bobby is gifted," said Marie. "You should see what he can do." Mrs. Drake had her cup of tea raised to her mouth. Bobby reached over and touched the cup; Mrs. Drake's hands were shaking so much the frozen tea onto the saucer. She set the saucer down on the table. The cat jumped up on the table and began licking the frozen tea.
Bobby's younger brother got up and stormed out of the room angrily.
"Ronny," their mother called. "This is all my fault."
"Actually," said John, who had his butt perched on an end table. "We've discovered it's the male who carries the mutant gene and passes it on. So it's really his fault." Everyone glared at him.
Ronny stomped upstairs to his room. The sign on the door read: RONNY'S ROOM
STAY THE F**K OUT
His mother had demanded that he take the sign down, but wonderful, perfect Bobby had found the cutest panda stickers imaginable, I mean these things made Winnie the Pooh look hard core, and stuck them over the middle two letters. Once again Bobby got to play the hero, but at least he got to keep his sign.
"What do you teach anyway, Professor Logan," asked Mr. Drake.
"Art," replied Logan who stood in the doorway.
That's when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," offered Mr. Drake getting up.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Carmen, Cameron, Ruby, Fallon, Opal, and Katherine were walking down the street; they had gone about two blocks when Cameron noticed the blue Camero in a driveway.
"Oh my God," she began. "That's Scott's car."
"Oh my God, you're right," Fallon said.
"No, I don't think so," said Opal.
"Opal," Ruby said. "Look at the goddam license plate."
"Oney," Opal read. "Oh, ONE I. I get it, one eye."
Ruby smacked her fore head. "Hay Carumba."
"This must be Bobby's house," said Cameron indicating the name on the mailbox. DRAKE.
"I bet Logan and Marie are here too," said Katherine.
"Come on," said Fallon. "Let's go see."
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Ororo, Jean, and Kurt were on the jet, on their way back to the school. They hadn't been getting any response from the com units.
Ororo went back to talk with Kurt, who was praying.
"What are they," she asked, indicating the delicate designs embellishing his indigo skin.
"The angelic alphabet," he said. "Passed on to mankind by the arch angel Gabriel."
"How many are there," she asked.
"One for every sin," he said. "So quite a few. You know, outside of the circus, most people feared me, but I didn't hate them. I pitied them, because most people will never know beyond what they see with their own two eyes."
"I gave up on pity a long time ago," said Ororo.
"You are so bitter," said Kurt as he rubbed his finger up her cheek. "Someone so beautiful should not be filled with so much hate."
*He's flirting with me,* Ororo thought. *He's flirting with me, and I like it.*
"Storm," Ororo called. "I found an active com unit."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Cameron knocked on the door and waited. Moments later the door was opened by an older man with graying hair.
"Yes," he said.
"Hi, yes," Cameron began. "Is there a Bobby Drake here?"
"Yes," the man said.
"Oh good, we're friends of his from school," she said. "Did he happen to show up with a teacher, because we need to talk?"
"Professor Logan," he questioned.
The girls looked at one another. "Professor Logan," Ruby mouthed. "Logan," Fallon said.
"Oh," said Cameron. "Logan. I really don't know him that well. I mean self defense really isn't my thing."
"I thought he taught art," said Mr. Drake. Ruby, Cameron, and Fallon burst into laughter.
"Oh yea," Cameron managed to say. "See how little I really know him. If you don't mind I'd really like to speak with him." The six girls forced them selves into the living room.
"Marie," Fallon, Cameron, and Carmen said upon seeing their friend.
"Oh my God," Marie yelled. "You're alright!"
They went into the traditional pack of teenaged girls reuniting scream.
"Oh brother," Said John and Ruby in unison. They looked at each other for a moment and Ruby laughed slightly before they both looked away.
"Where's Logan," asked Fallon.
"Out on the porch," said Marie.
"How did you guys get here," Bobby asked.
"I live two streets down," explained Cameron.
That's about when Logan came back inside. He looked a little surprised to see six extra students in his care, but he continued with his original plan.
"We need to go," he said. And led the way out of the door, claws extended.
They were greeted with cop cars and drawn pistols.
"Freeze," one of the officers demanded. "Put the knives down." Logan looked back and forth; all exits were blocked, before looking to his charges.
"Put the knives down," the cop repeated.
"I can't," Logan said raising his hands to show the man the blades were a part of him. The man fired a shot that hit Logan in the head. At that moment Fallon screamed clutching her head and fell down on her knees next to an unconscious Logan. Everyone was worried now. What was wrong with her?
"Get on the ground," the policewoman demanded. Marie knew that because of Logan's metal skeleton and healing powers all the bullet would do was give him a serious headache. Fallon, being a psychic, had the endowment of empathy. She was getting sensations off of Logan and it wasn't pleasant being shot. Marie started to get down on her knees followed by Bobby and everyone else, but John, and in order to draw the attention away from Logan she began to yell:
"Please don't hurt us."
Pyro was still standing. These people had no right to push him around, especially when he could fight back.
"Get down kid," said the police officer. "We don't want to hurt you."
"You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about on TV," he began flicking out his lighter. "I'm the worst one." With that he sent a fireball off through both sides of the porch. From there he sent them off at the patrol cars.
He was playing with them. Letting them get to the point where they thought they were almost out before trapping them in the flames once again. They called for back up, but they'd be long dead before it got there.
Pyro never felt Marie's hand close around his ankle.
Marie felt as though her insides had caught fire. It was a kind of rush she had never felt before. Everything became nothing more than fuel. Trees, a car, a person, burn it all.
Pyro felt like hell. He felt he could no longer manipulate the fires, as Marie was able to call them back.
Marie had been correct in thinking Logan would have a migraine. His head was murder as he pulled himself to his feet.
That's when the jet landed and the mutants rushed to the loading bay. As Logan passed on of the officers he sat up and pointed his gun at Logan.
Logan raised his hands as a sign of parley, meaning: *You want to fight, go ahead and see who comes out alive.*
Bobby knew very well who had called the police as he looked up to his brother's window. Ronny stood with his parents as Bobby boarded the plane. He wondered if he would ever be able to go back home.
