Disclaimer: Don't own X-men. Don't own the good guys, or the bad guys. I only own Opal. And Nike. They are mine.
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Opal woke for what seemed like the umpteenth time with a headache. She raised her hand to her temple, then sat up to look around. Where was she? It wasn't the school, nor was it the room where she had met Magneto. She couldn't remember anything of the previous day. Or was it the day before that? Was this really the same day? She didn't know what time it was. Or even what day of the week. The last thing she remembered was she feeling that she should just do...something. "Just do it," someone had said. It immediately put her in mind of the company Nike. Nike? NIKE!!!! Everything came rushing back. She had been abducted. But why? Why did Magneto want her so badly? She couldn't be that important to the war, could she? Then she remembered that she hadn't even glanced at the papers that Magneto had given her during her first abduction. For all she new, she could be! What had Pyro said? "You are crucial to our planning." But why?
Opal glanced around the room. It was white. Everything was white. The floor, ceiling, walls. Everything but the bed she was on, which was oak with pale blue sheets. She couldn't see a door. She couldn't see the walls, ceiling, or floor, for that matter. It was like in movies. Sci-fie movies, when the aliens lock the human they have abducted in a white room, and laugh through hidden cameras as they tried to escape. She chuckled at the notion. Well, if Magneto was watching, which Opal was sure that he was, she would simply have to not give him anything to laugh at. She hopped out of the bed, and began making it. Exactly like a little girl trying to please her mother. She took her time. Then, she walked outwards, away from the bed. It wasn't long before her hand, which she had stuck out in front of her, hit a wall. She smiled, then, without taking her hand off the wall, she walked. Right into a corner.
"Ouch!" She moaned, grabbing her nose, which had collided with the other wall that connected with the one she had her hand on to make a corner. She bent and took off one boot. She left it there at the corner, as a marker. She kept walking, feeling along the wall for the telltale crack that would mark a door. She felt all along one wall. Nothing. Next wall. Nothing. Third wall, nothing. Then, coming up to the corner she had left her boot in, she found a hole. Tiny. She would have missed it, should she had not had the tip of her pinky slide into it a little. It wasn't more than half a centimeter, at most. Probably less. Keeping one finger on it, she took a single bobby pin from her hair. She unfolded it, and slipped one end into the lock. She wiggled it for a minute. Nothing. No matter how hard she pressed, how she moved it, the lock wouldn't click. She closed her eyes tight, concentrating hard. When she opened them, the inside mechanisms of the lock were available for her to look at freely. She laughed lightly. It wasn't an ordinary lock! Of coarse. On the outside, there was a retinal scanner, and six different combination locks. Also, there was a key-pad, with another code to open the door. There was also a DNA scanner. A heat-sensitive room was before that, she could see, and punching a code into a small box outside another door(Which also had several locks, combination and key) could turn off the sensitivity of the room. Opal scowled. What was she? Some sort of top-secret weapon that Magneto was afraid that someone might steal? She gasped and fell backwards, at the sudden realization that, yes, that was exactly what she was.
She wasn't going to be anybodies secret weapon. Abducting her the first time was bad enough, but a second? If they were going to try and use her, first they had to know exactly what they were dealing with. Anger blared inside Opal, anger that she had never before known. Mimic, that had been her nickname, back when she had had friends, back before the law forced her and her friends apart. Well, she was going to show them exactly what she could mimic. She wasn't going to be anyone's plaything, kept locked up until needed. No. Of that, she was sure.
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Authors Note: And the plot thickens! * Insert creepy music here! :) * OK, after this, the story will follow Nike and Pyro for a few Chapters. You will have to wait to find out what happens to Opal. Don't worry, I wont make you wait that long!! If you don't like this arrangement, then you can stop reading here and now, cuz it ain't gonna change, no many how complaints I get, so don't even try!!
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Opal woke for what seemed like the umpteenth time with a headache. She raised her hand to her temple, then sat up to look around. Where was she? It wasn't the school, nor was it the room where she had met Magneto. She couldn't remember anything of the previous day. Or was it the day before that? Was this really the same day? She didn't know what time it was. Or even what day of the week. The last thing she remembered was she feeling that she should just do...something. "Just do it," someone had said. It immediately put her in mind of the company Nike. Nike? NIKE!!!! Everything came rushing back. She had been abducted. But why? Why did Magneto want her so badly? She couldn't be that important to the war, could she? Then she remembered that she hadn't even glanced at the papers that Magneto had given her during her first abduction. For all she new, she could be! What had Pyro said? "You are crucial to our planning." But why?
Opal glanced around the room. It was white. Everything was white. The floor, ceiling, walls. Everything but the bed she was on, which was oak with pale blue sheets. She couldn't see a door. She couldn't see the walls, ceiling, or floor, for that matter. It was like in movies. Sci-fie movies, when the aliens lock the human they have abducted in a white room, and laugh through hidden cameras as they tried to escape. She chuckled at the notion. Well, if Magneto was watching, which Opal was sure that he was, she would simply have to not give him anything to laugh at. She hopped out of the bed, and began making it. Exactly like a little girl trying to please her mother. She took her time. Then, she walked outwards, away from the bed. It wasn't long before her hand, which she had stuck out in front of her, hit a wall. She smiled, then, without taking her hand off the wall, she walked. Right into a corner.
"Ouch!" She moaned, grabbing her nose, which had collided with the other wall that connected with the one she had her hand on to make a corner. She bent and took off one boot. She left it there at the corner, as a marker. She kept walking, feeling along the wall for the telltale crack that would mark a door. She felt all along one wall. Nothing. Next wall. Nothing. Third wall, nothing. Then, coming up to the corner she had left her boot in, she found a hole. Tiny. She would have missed it, should she had not had the tip of her pinky slide into it a little. It wasn't more than half a centimeter, at most. Probably less. Keeping one finger on it, she took a single bobby pin from her hair. She unfolded it, and slipped one end into the lock. She wiggled it for a minute. Nothing. No matter how hard she pressed, how she moved it, the lock wouldn't click. She closed her eyes tight, concentrating hard. When she opened them, the inside mechanisms of the lock were available for her to look at freely. She laughed lightly. It wasn't an ordinary lock! Of coarse. On the outside, there was a retinal scanner, and six different combination locks. Also, there was a key-pad, with another code to open the door. There was also a DNA scanner. A heat-sensitive room was before that, she could see, and punching a code into a small box outside another door(Which also had several locks, combination and key) could turn off the sensitivity of the room. Opal scowled. What was she? Some sort of top-secret weapon that Magneto was afraid that someone might steal? She gasped and fell backwards, at the sudden realization that, yes, that was exactly what she was.
She wasn't going to be anybodies secret weapon. Abducting her the first time was bad enough, but a second? If they were going to try and use her, first they had to know exactly what they were dealing with. Anger blared inside Opal, anger that she had never before known. Mimic, that had been her nickname, back when she had had friends, back before the law forced her and her friends apart. Well, she was going to show them exactly what she could mimic. She wasn't going to be anyone's plaything, kept locked up until needed. No. Of that, she was sure.
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Authors Note: And the plot thickens! * Insert creepy music here! :) * OK, after this, the story will follow Nike and Pyro for a few Chapters. You will have to wait to find out what happens to Opal. Don't worry, I wont make you wait that long!! If you don't like this arrangement, then you can stop reading here and now, cuz it ain't gonna change, no many how complaints I get, so don't even try!!