London, England
Helen Stevenson, the only child of millionaire of Jacob Stevenson was reading Charles Dickens (Tale of two Cities) for her Homework. Her thick blond hair was tied tightly behind her head in a simple ponytail.
"Uhhh!! Who can read this and still be able to see straight?" She asked no one.
There was a quiet knock at the door
"Miss Stevenson?" Helen smiled
"There's no one else here Mary" she replied
"Oh thank goodness!" Mary, a quiet red head strolled in happily "How are you today?" she sat down on the end of Helens bed
"Can you read dickens?"
"A small amount" Mary blushed
"I'm having a real problem with the opening paragraph and I need to write an essay on it" Mary took the book from Helen and began to explain clearly and simply what Dickens had clearly meant
"I love having such an interesting and clever friend," Helen laughed
"Thank you Helen, I should probably go and help with the cooking, Mrs White wouldn't be pleased if I'm late."
"Ohhh! Forget Mrs White, besides she can't fire you. You're under my protection" The two girls smiled at each other
"Thank you Helen but I like cooking. Um, there is one small favour I'd like to ask you though" Helen sat up
"What is it Mary, you ask so little from me and I love helping you"
"Mrs White says that my stew isn't good enough for your father. I told her how much you two like it but she wouldn't listen. Would you please ask her to let me make it for you an your father sometimes?"
Helen was very surprised at this
"Your Irish stew is lovely! All those spices that you put in. Daddy loves it to pieces, I'll talk to her as soon as I'm done up here. Go down there right now and get your ingredients together. I'd like to have it tonight!!" Mary hugged her dear friend and went down stairs
The kitchen was large and spacious. It had been cleaned to perfection by Mr Afflec, a handsome young man who loved the Stevenson family and felt it was an honour to work for them. Even if he was just a cleaner.
Mary had just started adding the vegetables when she heard something outside.
'Just a cat' she thought easily and carried on. A few minutes later she heard a voice coming from the hall
"Mary!" Helen crept in and hissed at her again "Mary!"
"Helen? What are you doing?" asked Mary, fighting the urge to laugh as Helen's eyes dodged about as if tying to find out a hidden criminal
"Get down!" Helen whispered grabbing onto Mary's arm and pulling her down
"What's going on?" Mary asked
"I saw someone outside, prowling around" Helen and Mary looked at each other for a long time. Assassination attempts on Helen's father were not unheard of
"I-I'm sure you're just seeing things," said Mary as confidently as she could
"I saw someone okay?" They both jumped as a sound came for the back door, the sound of someone trying to force their way in.
"OH! Daddy's away and so are all his guards! I'm too scared to get to the intercom because it makes a loud buzzing sound."
There was a loud smashing sound and the back door opened
"How'd he get past the security?!" Helen asked desperately
"Sshhh! Try not to make a sound" Mary advised.
A fgure dressed in all black walked into the kitchen. Both Helen and Mary screamed in the way that only two teenage girls can scream.
The figure pulled out a rifle
"Which one of you ladies is 'elen Stevenson?" he asked gruffly
"Me" Mary said suddenly
"But-!" Helen started. The figure came closer to them
"Get away from us!" screamed Helen. There was a loud shot and she fell to the floor without another sound. Mary screamed until she felt as though her lungs would burst. She was hauled up over the mans shoulder. She felt a needle in her neck and Mary soon passed out.
As they left Helen's eyes fluttered open, she sat up. her favourite shirt had a large, burnt hole in it very close to the centre of her stomach
"Oh damn!" she moaned before getting up and phoning the police
"[This is 999 do you need police, fire-fighters or an ambulance?]"
"The police please!" Helen cried "I'd like to report a kidnapping"
She looked down at her top again and something shiny fell out of it. A tiny grey bullet that had been flattened on impact. Helen picked it up and crushed it between her delicate fingers
"No I'm fine" she said to the policeman at the other end "It's my friend you should worry about"
Bayville
Professor Charles Xavier read the newspaper in his room. It was about 7 in the morning.
He suddenly came across an article that interested him.
COOK KIDNAPPED BY MISTAKE INSTAD OF MILLIONAIRS DAUGHTER
Xavier looked at the place. He had detected some mutation in that exact area late last night. Could it be that The kidnap had not been a mistake at all? Had a mutant been the victim?
Professor Xavier folded up his paper and went downstairs to explain the situation to the others.
Helen Stevenson, the only child of millionaire of Jacob Stevenson was reading Charles Dickens (Tale of two Cities) for her Homework. Her thick blond hair was tied tightly behind her head in a simple ponytail.
"Uhhh!! Who can read this and still be able to see straight?" She asked no one.
There was a quiet knock at the door
"Miss Stevenson?" Helen smiled
"There's no one else here Mary" she replied
"Oh thank goodness!" Mary, a quiet red head strolled in happily "How are you today?" she sat down on the end of Helens bed
"Can you read dickens?"
"A small amount" Mary blushed
"I'm having a real problem with the opening paragraph and I need to write an essay on it" Mary took the book from Helen and began to explain clearly and simply what Dickens had clearly meant
"I love having such an interesting and clever friend," Helen laughed
"Thank you Helen, I should probably go and help with the cooking, Mrs White wouldn't be pleased if I'm late."
"Ohhh! Forget Mrs White, besides she can't fire you. You're under my protection" The two girls smiled at each other
"Thank you Helen but I like cooking. Um, there is one small favour I'd like to ask you though" Helen sat up
"What is it Mary, you ask so little from me and I love helping you"
"Mrs White says that my stew isn't good enough for your father. I told her how much you two like it but she wouldn't listen. Would you please ask her to let me make it for you an your father sometimes?"
Helen was very surprised at this
"Your Irish stew is lovely! All those spices that you put in. Daddy loves it to pieces, I'll talk to her as soon as I'm done up here. Go down there right now and get your ingredients together. I'd like to have it tonight!!" Mary hugged her dear friend and went down stairs
The kitchen was large and spacious. It had been cleaned to perfection by Mr Afflec, a handsome young man who loved the Stevenson family and felt it was an honour to work for them. Even if he was just a cleaner.
Mary had just started adding the vegetables when she heard something outside.
'Just a cat' she thought easily and carried on. A few minutes later she heard a voice coming from the hall
"Mary!" Helen crept in and hissed at her again "Mary!"
"Helen? What are you doing?" asked Mary, fighting the urge to laugh as Helen's eyes dodged about as if tying to find out a hidden criminal
"Get down!" Helen whispered grabbing onto Mary's arm and pulling her down
"What's going on?" Mary asked
"I saw someone outside, prowling around" Helen and Mary looked at each other for a long time. Assassination attempts on Helen's father were not unheard of
"I-I'm sure you're just seeing things," said Mary as confidently as she could
"I saw someone okay?" They both jumped as a sound came for the back door, the sound of someone trying to force their way in.
"OH! Daddy's away and so are all his guards! I'm too scared to get to the intercom because it makes a loud buzzing sound."
There was a loud smashing sound and the back door opened
"How'd he get past the security?!" Helen asked desperately
"Sshhh! Try not to make a sound" Mary advised.
A fgure dressed in all black walked into the kitchen. Both Helen and Mary screamed in the way that only two teenage girls can scream.
The figure pulled out a rifle
"Which one of you ladies is 'elen Stevenson?" he asked gruffly
"Me" Mary said suddenly
"But-!" Helen started. The figure came closer to them
"Get away from us!" screamed Helen. There was a loud shot and she fell to the floor without another sound. Mary screamed until she felt as though her lungs would burst. She was hauled up over the mans shoulder. She felt a needle in her neck and Mary soon passed out.
As they left Helen's eyes fluttered open, she sat up. her favourite shirt had a large, burnt hole in it very close to the centre of her stomach
"Oh damn!" she moaned before getting up and phoning the police
"[This is 999 do you need police, fire-fighters or an ambulance?]"
"The police please!" Helen cried "I'd like to report a kidnapping"
She looked down at her top again and something shiny fell out of it. A tiny grey bullet that had been flattened on impact. Helen picked it up and crushed it between her delicate fingers
"No I'm fine" she said to the policeman at the other end "It's my friend you should worry about"
Bayville
Professor Charles Xavier read the newspaper in his room. It was about 7 in the morning.
He suddenly came across an article that interested him.
COOK KIDNAPPED BY MISTAKE INSTAD OF MILLIONAIRS DAUGHTER
Xavier looked at the place. He had detected some mutation in that exact area late last night. Could it be that The kidnap had not been a mistake at all? Had a mutant been the victim?
Professor Xavier folded up his paper and went downstairs to explain the situation to the others.