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Chapter 2
Every teenage girl needs friends.
Someone to laugh with and share secrets with.
Someone to go to for advice.
Someone who makes her feel special, but not 'different'.
Someone who is always there, no matter what the problem or celebration.
Twilight didn't have one.
Sure, she had 'acquaintances'; those she talked to in the classroom or at lunch, but she didn't have someone she actually sought out after school.
Storm couldn't be considered a 'friend'; she was more of a mom, and even though Twilight loved her and tagged along with her everywhere, there was just a difference between a mom figure and a friend.
Logan, Scott and Xavier were like fathers; Bobby and Kurt like brothers; Rogue and Kitty like sisters.
She had no friends.
However, that didn't bother her so much when she was around her family.
Yes, she was the very youngest out of the students, and yes she was coddled over and got tons of attention; it was different than all that for her, though.
For her entire young life, she had never had someone to care for her, and now she had an overwhelming group of adults and older teenagers who loves her to death and would die for her.
Every night, she and her 'family' would gather together at the breakfast table and play cards.
It was always the same: Xavier sat at the front of the table, Ororo to his right, Twilight next to her, Rogue squished between Kitty and her 'lil sis', Logan at the end of the table, Kurt and Bobby seated next to him, and Scott to Xavier's left.
In the center of the table were cards and a bowl of snacks, usually pretzels or crackers (Xavier insisted that the kids eat somewhat healthy food after dinner). It had been that way since she was very young, when Logan had first taught all of them how to play poker (much to Xavier's disgust), and Twilight looked forward to the only time she could be herself without getting ridiculed and set apart from everyone.
One night, however, she appeared in the dining room with Rogue and Kitty to find only Bobby sitting at the table.
He looked up as they entered and, looking grim, half-stood, "I've been waiting for you guys. The professor called a meeting with Storm and the rest. He said it's urgent.and that we should.uh." He glanced from Twilight to the older girls, and raised his eyebrows.
Rogue nodded, "I get it, Bobby. Ok. So, Twilight, should we start with War, Black Jack, or Go Fish?"
"What'd the professor say?" Twilight asked, her blood beginning to run cold; this had never happened to her before, and she could taste the tension in the room and sense the danger ahead, "Where are they? What happened?"
Kitty placed a reassuring hand on Twilight's shoulder, "It's ok. I'm sure everything's fine.they probably just needed to talk about.mutant and human relationships."
"Now?" Twilight burst out, panic starting to sweep through her, "But.but this never happens! Something's wrong! We gotta find out! We gotta-"
Rogue grabbed her arm as she turned to run out, "Twilight don't-"
"Lemme go!" Twilight shrieked, and she herself was surprised at how much terror she felt, "Something's wrong, Rogue! Please lemme go! I need to find Storm!"
"She's with the professor, Darlin', please clam down.don't be scared.we're here.we'll just wait for 'em."
"Rogue, something's wrong! The professor never does this! Even you know it! I can tell!"
Rogue's grip loosened slightly, and she bit her lip, "I know, Hun.but we need to just stay cool an' wait for them to come back. They'll tell us if it's anything serious. Ok? Now please.come sit with us."
Twilight stood for a while, breathing heavily, looking around and Kitty and Bobby, who were forcing welcoming smiles.
Finally, she hesitantly stumbled over to a chair and collapsed into it.
Swallowing, she picked up a handful of cards and, with glazed eyes, muttered, "Who goes first?"
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Ororo Munroe was a woman of extreme intelligence and utmost courage.
Her mind was intricate and tenacious, as was her spirit, and she was known to be a very worthy leader in hard times.
At the same time, though, she was respectful and a good listener to those above her.
At the moment, she sat with one leg crossed over the other, her hands on her knees, her eye glued on the screen on which Xavier was motioning.
"This is where I believe they are," he was saying, "and if my thoughts are correct, they have more than few ways to return to land and find there way here."
"What are we so worried for?" Kurt asked, shrugging, "Twilight has an entire school watching out for her!"
"The Brotherhood are a worthy foe to be dealt with, and if their scheme is as impressive as I believe, there is no way we can stop them."
"Bet me," Logan snarled, cracking his knuckles angrily, "They can just try an' get through me."
"It will take more than physical strength to overcome them, Logan," Charles stated, his dark eyes resting upon his wild companion, "and I strongly urge you all to realize just how serious a danger this is."
"She's changed so much from when she was younger, though," Scott objected, "How would they know it was her? It could be any pretty fifteen year old here."
"All the more to consider dangerous, Scott," Xavier replied, "They will stop at nothing to snatch Twilight away, and if they need to take every teenage girl in this school, so be it."
"So what are we supposed to do?" Ororo asked, standing and holding her hands out in defeat, "It seems as if you think defeat is undeniable!"
She wasn't angry at all; she was more worried, and feeling extremely protective of 'her Twilight'.
Kurt nodded in agreement, "Yes. What are we supposed to do? Just accept that our Amme* is going to be taken from us soon?"
"That would be the worst thing we could do," Xavier responded promptly, lacing his fingers together, and resting his chin on them, "We've faced off against the Brotherhood before. We simply must be alert for whatever they have planned.and maybe keep a much closer eye on Twilight. Storm, perhaps you could move her into your room at night? And Logan, when she goes outside, stay nearby. We must never let her be without one of us."
Everyone nodded and stretched, knowing that the meeting was coming to an end.
"And one last thing," Xavier added, joining the X-Men on the way to the door, "Do not speak to Twilight of this. It will only frighten her more. We must keep her calm and feeling secure. Otherwise, defeat will indeed be undeniable."
The male members of the X-Men were as different as night and day.
Of course the three of them had their similarities, but up to the fact that they all ate endlessly, their comparison came to an abrupt end.
Logan was a Wildman, with a temper like a raging fire and hardly any ability to control it. His heart and soul were oftentimes thirsty for enemy blood, and he was willing to go through anyone to get what he needed. He was very vengeful, and he held grudges tighter then most could think possible. It was hard for him to forgive people, and he never apologized. The kids at Xavier's knew to be wary of him; he would never physically hurt them, but no one wanted to get a 'stern talking-to' from him, either.
On the other end, Kurt was a sweet and quiet man, oftentimes found walking through halls praying softly. He stayed out of the way usually, but was always willing to help someone in need. Very rarely would he fight anyone, even if they had hurt him, as he believed strongly that God would justify those who went against him.
In between the two 'extremes' was Scott, who was basically a pretty normal guy. He was stern but nice, a little lacking on the humor side of things, but a superb leader. More times then he could count he had led the X-Men to their next location, with his faithful lover Jean Grey at his side. He still missed Jean to that day. He couldn't help it; she was just too wonderful not to miss. However, time had helped heal all things, and it didn't hurt to the point of agony when he thought of her anymore. He was grateful for that.
It was quite a show when all three of the X-Men males were in the same room, especially when they were having a heated argument, as they were after the meeting in Xavier's office.
Just as soon as they went through the door, Storm could tell they were going to start up. "I'm going to get Amme," she said lightly, and then she turned and high- tailed it out of there.
Logan watched her go, and then growled, "I say we should march right up to that isle o' jerks and tear it apart!"
"Why, though?" Kurt asked, shrugging, "It would only cause them more anger and us wasted time!"
"At least they'd know not to mess with us," Logan grumbled as they walked down the hall.
"It would take too much time and planning, though," Scott stated, shaking his head, "We just don't have the time-"
"There's plenty o' time!" Logan snarled, turning and staring at Scott, "I say we just do it. No questions asked. You wanna talk 'bout wasting time? Do what you do!"
Scott's brows creased, "Logan, use your head for once."
"Perhaps they won't ever come?" Kurt suggested mildly, "Their plan cannot be all that well though out."
"You'd be surprised," Scott replied, "The Brotherhood has had a lot of time to think things through. And they're already worthy opponents."
"Worthy," scoffed Logan, rolling his eyes, "That's about the worst word to use to describe 'em. How 'bout sons of b-"
"In any event," Kurt interrupted loudly, frowning at Logan, "it isn't our decision, anyway, The professor has made it clear that we're simply to guard to Twilight."
"That's true, Kurt. But I can't help but to feel at least a little worried."
"I ain't worried," Logan stated defiantly as they continued down the hall, "I'm just ready to gut 'em."
"Hi Guys!"
The men stopped as Twilight came flying down the hall, halting before them, grinning, "Storm said since she missed the card game, she'll take me downtown to go shopping tomorrow! Isn't that cool?"
"Oh yea," Logan replied, and even though it was sarcastic, he said it gently, "Sounds just terrific."
Storm walked up and placed a hand on Twilight's shoulder, smiling, "You boys all done fighting?"
"We were discussing, fraulhein," Kurt replied promptly, "Not fighting."
"I see."
"You guys wanna come? We're going to lunch, and the bookstore, and the museum, and lots of other places. It'll be cool!" Twilight said, grinning.
"Thanks Kid, but I think you should just have this time with Storm," Logan answered for them all, "Maybe next week I can take you for a ride on my bike-"
"My bike," Scott interrupted.
"Yea. His."
Storm arched her eyebrows, clearly displeased.
"Course, you'll wear a helmet," Logan added, rolling his eyes.
Twilight laughed, "I know. Storm'd never let me go for a ride without it, right Storm?"
Ororo nodded, "Over my dead body."
"So what was the meeting about? Is everything ok?" Twilight asked, looking around at all of them.
The men looked supremely uncomfortable, even Logan, but Storm coolly replied, "Everything's fine, Hun. The professor just wanted to go over a few things."
"Like what?"
Storm shook her head smiling, "Some things are better left unsaid, Amme. I'll just say that everything's going to be fine."
Twilight scowled for a second, looking irritated, but she brightened up when she said goodnight. She hugged each of the boys and stopped at Logan, "You're too rough," she scolded lightly, "You should lighten up."
"I'll, work on it," Logan laughed, like he did every night.
Twilight kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly, "Night, Logan. You're my favorite adamantium-laced mutant ever!"
Logan grinned and kissed her head, "Thanks, Kid. You're not too bad either."
The boys watched her go quietly, but once she was gone, Kurt and Scott turned to Logan, laughing, "Not worried huh? Yea right. She's got you totally wrapped around her finger."
Logan rolled his eyes, but the teasing continued all the way up the stairs, "The great Wolverine! Taken down by a little girl!"
Logan knew it was true.and that was ok with him, somehow.
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Regan Wyndgarde did not belong to some mutant 'group'.
She was not teamed with the Brotherhood or the X-Men, nor did she wish to side with either cause.
She belonged to no one.
However, she did agree with a few things that the Brotherhood did.
Maybe that was why she was meeting Magneto and Mystique in this nice café, where she could hopefully aid to what she wanted and receive protection from those who hated her.
Yes, she was a convicted criminal.
She never did say what for, but Magneto never asked; he only needed her for her power, and only needed him-his people-for protection.
It was a considerably good deal.
Regan sat in a far corner of the room, sipping her coffee, eyes staring at the entrance doors as more people came in.
Her gaze flickered to the clock on the wall; it was almost nine at night.
They would be here soon.
Regan was a stunning woman, one of those drop-dead gorgeous females who could walk down the street and attract looks like a magnet does metal. She was tall and slender, with a clear, slightly pale complexion and ice blue eyes. Her hair tumbled down to her shoulders in a cascade of gold, swaying with every movement of her head.
She held her chin in her hands, her scarlet lips twisting into a smile; there they were.
A middle-aged woman with sleek black hair and emerald eyes had just sauntered in, followed by a teenage boy.
As soon as the woman caught sight of Regan, she moved fluidly to where she sat and slid into a chair, followed by the boy.
"Regan Wyngarde?"
"Raven Darkholme. Good evening."
Raven nodded, "Thank you. I hope you haven't been waiting long?"
Regan shook her head, "Only a few moments."
The teenager leaned forward slightly, smiling icily, "I'm John."
Regan smirked, eyes traveling up and down his skinny form, "Is this the great Magneto? It seems almost impossible that such a.young man could succeed at so much."
John's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing.
"Eric could not make it," Raven replied, "He sent John mostly as a messenger."
John seemed more than slightly agitated as being referred to as a 'messenger', but all he did was lean back and cross his arms, looking bored.
"Let's cut to the chase," Regan said, leaning back as she held her cup to her lips, "You want me to help you kidnap some little girl."
"And you want protection from the authorities," Raven replied coolly, arching an eyebrow and smiling, eyes flashing yellow for a split second.
Regan nodded, "Yes. I'm afraid I've left my trails a little too.messy."
Raven's scarlet lips parted, reveling pearl white teeth, "You're entitled. I've heard that you've been busy lately."
"Which mutant isn't nowadays?" Regan asked softly, truthfully.
John nodded in agreement, but kept his mouth shut; he somehow felt as if he was a little boy listening in on 'adult' conversation.
"Eric is completely willing to give you the protection and hiding you need," Raven stated slowly, "but only if you give him what he needs."
"The kid," Regan snickered, shaking her head, "He wants a kid. I don't see why he's so picky about which one, but I know what he wants. And he'll get her."
Raven's none-too-kind smile widened, "He'll be pleased to hear that."
"I'm glad. As long as I'm given what I need, my services to him will continue."
"Excellent."
Raven turned to John and nodded, "Go outside and tell Eric that everything worked out."
John rolled his eyes, mostly to show Raven she wasn't the boss of him, but he slid from his seat and plodded away, grumbling.
Raven looked back at her comrade and inquired, "You are aware of where she resides?"
"Of course. At this point, I know everything from her address to her shoe size."
Raven chuckled darkly, "Eric will be very satisfied with you, Regan. Only yesterday we spoke with you and already you've started work."
"Consider it overtime."
The women continued chatting for a few moments longer, trying not too look too conspicuous, and when John returned, they said their farewells and departed.
It seemed like any other meeting in the busy café.
But it was more unusual and dangerous than anyone suspected.
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New York City is one of the very best places to go on a shopping spree.
There are thousands and thousands of stores all lined together down the busy streets, here and there divided by pizza places and cafes.
The sidewalks are flooded with tens of thousands of people almost constantly, and the air is filled with the smells of sizzling food and the chattering of people.
However, as much fun as it is, it is also undoubtedly dangerous.
It is very easy to get lost in the throng of excited New Yorkers, and the constant traffic jam of angry businessmen is something to be reckoned with.
Perhaps that was why Ororo Munroe felt so anxious as she followed Twilight down the street.
For the last hour or so they'd been picking their way through the city, hopping here and there on buses and taxis until they made it to the bookstore Twilight so often begged to be taken to.
Now Ororo was struggling to keep up with the ecstatic teenager, a horribly chilling feeling sliding through her skin.
As they reached the doors to the bookstore, Ororo took Twilight's hand and pulled her back, looking worriedly around.
Twilight looked up at her, confused, "What is it?"
Storm's eyes clouded, "Something's wrong here."
Twilight frowned, "What? What's wrong?"
Ororo remained silent as she scanned the packed bookstore, heart starting to speed up and breath coming sharply.
She saw dozens of people all browsing the shelves, chatting, and generally being normal.
She saw how anxiously Twilight's head turned towards the teenage interest section.
She shook her head as a chill raced through her body, "Sorry. I'm just.I must have not gotten much sleep. I'm just being silly."
She loosened her grip on Twilight's hand and smiled as the girl anxiously exploded over to the books, shouting a hurried, "Bye!" over her shoulder.
Ororo headed over to the magazines, forcing the thoughts of worry form her mind; this place was perfectly safe.
What was there to worry about?
Still, when she couldn't shake her anxiety, she picked up a few magazines and walked silently over to the teenage section, sitting down in a chair overlooking the area Twilight was in.
Of course nothing happened for the entire hour they were there.
Twilight picked a few comics and sat down with Storm, and there was a fight between a customer and cashier about the price of a book, but other than that there was nothing.
As they left, Twilight grinned up at her 'foster' mother, playfully jeering, "You're losing it, Storm. You think the giant Hotdog Hank's mascot is a mass murderer or something?"
Storm laughed, "No, no. I just got a bad feeling. It's ok now."
Twilight shrugged, "Ok. Can we go to the pool now?"
Ororo shook her head, chuckling, "So nice to see you're so concerned about my anxiety."
"What?" Twilight asked innocently, raising her hands up, "You said you're ok. I decided I could trust you."
"Well that's good to know. After all these years of proving myself to you, you finally trust me."
"Figured I had to someday, Mom," Twilight replied.
Storm stopped dead in her tracks, her heart starting to melt at ther sound of that word.
Twilight, slightly confused, stopped as well, ;looking at Storm, "You OK?"
Ororo smiled, blinking back tears; it felt wonderful to be called 'mom'. She nodded and took a deep breath, "Everything's great, Amme."
Twilight grinned and took Storm's hand, pulling her to the side of the road.
Ororo had soon flagged down a taxi and she and Twilight got into the car, headed for the pool.
Neither of them noticed the blonde-haired woman standing in the nearby shadows, smiling slightly as she watched them.
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Scott Summers did not like to lose.
In fact, he'd almost prefer being torn apart slowly to losing.
Whenever he lost, his brain screamed that he was a failure, that everything he did was worthless.that he was worthless.
Winning was now one of the top priorities of his life; maybe if he kept winning, he could forget about how much he'd failed Jean.
Maybe that was why, as he sat at the table playing poker with Logan and Bobby, he was very tense and irritated.
"I'm out," Bobby grumbled, tossing his losing cards on the table, "what about you guys?"
Scott glanced at his cards; straight in hearts. That was pretty darn good.
He licked his lips and glanced at Logan, who arched his eyebrow and sneered, "Come on, Pretty Boy. Play."
Scott's face burned and he clenched his teeth as he threw his cards on the table, "Straight."
Logan's grin widened and Scott felt his heart sink; he watched with growing anger as Logan let his winning hand lower to the table; a royal flush.
Bobby slapped a hand to his face, "Man! Some guys get all the luck!"
"Yea, yea, yea. Just be glad you're lucky enough to not be of bettin age, Kid," Logan replied, "You'd be dirt poor, begging for food from the ants."
Scott shook his head, scowling, "Which would almost be as bad as you, right Logan?"
Logan's smirk only grew, "You know it, Scotty."
"Don't call me Sc-"
Their growing argument stopped quickly as a urgent, loud voice entered their heads: "X-Men! Come to me at once! It is of the utmost importance!"
Scott was smart enough to leap out of his chair and take order instantly, "Ok, let's go! Professor X needs us! Bobby, make sure everyone else heard him! Logan, run and get Storm from downtown! I'll tell the professor we're coming!"
"Righto," Logan quipped, "And how am I gettin all the way down town?" Scott shrugged hurriedly as he and Bobby raced out, "You've stolen my bike before. Do it again!"
Logan grinned, rubbing his hands together, "All right. Permission to steal pretty boy's bike."
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Storm was sitting at the edge of the pool, dangling her feet in the water and chatting with Twilight, when the professor's voice hit her like a bolt of electricity: "Storm! We need to talk. Get to a phone and call into the mansion at once!"
Storm felt an overwhelming wave of terror crash over her; she'd never heard the professor so scared before.
"I'll be there soon," she telepathically replied, and then stood, grabbing a towel form the nearby chairs.
"Where ya goin?" Twilight asked, leaning her arms on the pool's sides, "I thought you said you'd get in this time!"
"I'm sorry, Amme," Storm said mournfully, "I need to make a very important call the mansion. The professor said he needs to talk to me."
Twilight's eyes reflected fear, "Is.is everything ok?"
"It'll all be fine," Storm said, and forced a smile to try to prove it.
Twilight was not convinced, "Ororo.what'd he say?"
"He just needs to talk to me, Honey. I'll be right back. Practice your laps," Storm called back as she hurried from the empty room, clutching a towel around her waist.
Twilight sighed, pushing her body back form the edge and closing her eyes, forcing herself to calm down.
The pool was surprisingly empty except for her, and for a while she enjoyed the clear water and the way it flowed like silk over her slim body.
She had always enjoyed swimming; it gave her a sense of freedom and of flying. Logan had taught her how when she was seven, and after learning remarkably quickly, she swam freely at the school's pool daily.
After a few laps she pulled herself out of the water and sat down, skimming her bare feet on the pool's top.
She leaned back, holding her body up with her hands as she stared up at the ceiling, listening to the water lapping at the tiled floor and letting the overwhelming smell of chlorine drift through her mind.
There was some unknown emotion tangling her soul, and she was busy trying to figure out what it could be. It was something like fear, only not quite as strong. It wasn't a good feeling for certain. It was something that evaded anything she'd ever thought of feelings, and yet seemed so obvious it hurt.
Twilight bit her lip, looking out over the clear, blue-tinted water, pushing her drenched hair from her face.
Something moved in the water.
Twilight blinked and started slightly, frowning as she looked a little closer into the water.
There was nothing there.
She swallowed, starting to feel uneasy, and drew her legs quickly out of the water.
Biting her lip, she leaned forward slightly, staring down into the pool's depths, eyes sharp and focused.
There it was again!
The slightest shadow of movement.
What was it?
She was completely enthralled, face a mask of curiosity, hands holding her up above the water.
She saw it again, and this time her mind registered an animalistic shape.
"What is it?" she whispered, squinting her eyes to try to see it again.
Then, very suddenly, something leapt out of the water and wrapped strong arms around her, pulling her back into the pool as it fell back down.
Twilight's scream was cut off the second she hit the water.
The thing wouldn't let her go, just continued sinking down to the depths of the pool.
Twilight struggled against the creature's strong grip, panic starting to settle inside her, eyes squeezed shut against the water. She was thrashing madly, trying desperately to remember not to breathe in, becoming more and more terrified with every passing second. She kicked her legs furiously, pushing against her captor's arms, her entire body poised for defense.
God, pleas let Storm come in! she thought desperately, PLEASE!
Her lungs were starting to ache from lack of oxygen, and all of her muscles screamed in horror, fighting frantically for freedom.
For an instant, she felt the arms around her loosen their grip, and she shoved them away, pumping her legs to get to the top and to breathe in deeply the sweet oxygen she so desperately needed.
A hand closed around her wrist and jerked her sharply back down, and in shock she screamed, allowing a stream of precious air bubbles to float to the surface.
In only a moment, her lungs were on fire, and her heart was trembling against her ribs. I'm going to die, she thought, terrified, I'm going to die and everyone in the world will join me!
Then, just as her mind began to fog, and just as her last breath escaped forpm her lips, the creature let go of her, and her head broke the surface.
Gasping for breath, she drank the air in, blinking hurriedly, scrambling to the pool's edge and clasping onto it, tears of relief streaming down her face.
Weak and exhausted, she attempted to hoist herself out of the pool, but stopped as a shadow fell across her.
She looked up slowly, arms shaking with fatigue, teeth chattering form a mixture of shock and cold.
Before her stood a middle-aged woman, and the chilling smirk she had on her scarlet lips told Twilight all she needed to know: She was not a nice lady.
Twilight opened her mouth to scream, but found her throat blocked, and as she watched in horror, the woman chuckled slightly, sliding down to her knees and taking Twilight's chin in a gloved hand, "Have a nice swim, Sweetness?"
Twilight, unable to scream or fight back at all, allowed her mind to wander into the older female's. Her name was Regan Wyndgarde. She was a very powerful mutant, known as Lady Mastermind, and she could put into her prey's mind whatever she wished.and they would believe it. She was selfish and conniving, and most definitely not someone you would want to be against.
"Really, Sweetheart, I could have told you all that," Regan said as Twilight recoiled from her, "All you had to do was ask."
It was then that she grabbed Twilight's arms and started to pull her out of the water, when they both heard the door to the pool open.
For an instant, Regan and Twilight's eyes locked, and Regan smiled sweetly, "Don't worry, Pretty One. I'll find you again."
Then she was gone, and Twilight fell back into the water; from a mixture of shock and fatigue, she couldn't fight to stay afloat.
In an instant, her mind became foggy once more, her lungs became blocked, and she fell into impenetrable darkness.
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Ororo entered the room just in time to see Twilight lying at the bottom of the pool, unconscious.
With a gasp of fear and her heart pumping terror through her veins, she rushed forward and dove into the water, her mind reeling.
In what seemed forever she reached Twilight and snatched her up, holding her to her chest as she hurriedly propelled to the surface.
As she carried the girl in her arms, she felt tears already starting to sting her eyes, "Don't die.please don't die."
Logan had entered the room moments before, and now he was at the pool's edge, kneeling on the wet tile, eyes wide with shock and arms ready to pull Twilight out of the water.
Storm made it to him and pushed Twilight up, hoisting herself out when she was certain Logan had a good grip on her.
Logan slid Twilight away from the pool, a deep fear like none he'd ever felt before settling in his chest; Twilight couldn't die.
She couldn't.
Ororo was by his side in an instant, placing her fingers on the pale child's throat, feeling for a pulse, eyes lighting up when she found one.
"Is she breathing?" she asked Logan.
Logan felt sweet relief rush through him as he saw her chest moving weakly up and down, "Yea. She's.she's breathing."
Storm collapsed with relief, holding Twilight's limp form in her arms, letting tears run freely down her face as Logan regained his composure and stood, smiling weakly as Twilight's eyes fluttered open and she looked wearily around at him.
"Welcome back," he said softly, and she managed the slightest of grins as he lifted her into his arms and carried her out to the bike, followed closely by Ororo.
* Amme is a made-up word that the X-Men use. It means 'Pretty One'.
EternalEvenescent: I absolutely love your reviews! Twilight has been begging me now for weeks to meet Pixie.she says hi to both Pyro and Pixie and Storm, by the way. Your reviews are very encouraging. Keep up the great work on your story, ok?
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Chapter 2
Every teenage girl needs friends.
Someone to laugh with and share secrets with.
Someone to go to for advice.
Someone who makes her feel special, but not 'different'.
Someone who is always there, no matter what the problem or celebration.
Twilight didn't have one.
Sure, she had 'acquaintances'; those she talked to in the classroom or at lunch, but she didn't have someone she actually sought out after school.
Storm couldn't be considered a 'friend'; she was more of a mom, and even though Twilight loved her and tagged along with her everywhere, there was just a difference between a mom figure and a friend.
Logan, Scott and Xavier were like fathers; Bobby and Kurt like brothers; Rogue and Kitty like sisters.
She had no friends.
However, that didn't bother her so much when she was around her family.
Yes, she was the very youngest out of the students, and yes she was coddled over and got tons of attention; it was different than all that for her, though.
For her entire young life, she had never had someone to care for her, and now she had an overwhelming group of adults and older teenagers who loves her to death and would die for her.
Every night, she and her 'family' would gather together at the breakfast table and play cards.
It was always the same: Xavier sat at the front of the table, Ororo to his right, Twilight next to her, Rogue squished between Kitty and her 'lil sis', Logan at the end of the table, Kurt and Bobby seated next to him, and Scott to Xavier's left.
In the center of the table were cards and a bowl of snacks, usually pretzels or crackers (Xavier insisted that the kids eat somewhat healthy food after dinner). It had been that way since she was very young, when Logan had first taught all of them how to play poker (much to Xavier's disgust), and Twilight looked forward to the only time she could be herself without getting ridiculed and set apart from everyone.
One night, however, she appeared in the dining room with Rogue and Kitty to find only Bobby sitting at the table.
He looked up as they entered and, looking grim, half-stood, "I've been waiting for you guys. The professor called a meeting with Storm and the rest. He said it's urgent.and that we should.uh." He glanced from Twilight to the older girls, and raised his eyebrows.
Rogue nodded, "I get it, Bobby. Ok. So, Twilight, should we start with War, Black Jack, or Go Fish?"
"What'd the professor say?" Twilight asked, her blood beginning to run cold; this had never happened to her before, and she could taste the tension in the room and sense the danger ahead, "Where are they? What happened?"
Kitty placed a reassuring hand on Twilight's shoulder, "It's ok. I'm sure everything's fine.they probably just needed to talk about.mutant and human relationships."
"Now?" Twilight burst out, panic starting to sweep through her, "But.but this never happens! Something's wrong! We gotta find out! We gotta-"
Rogue grabbed her arm as she turned to run out, "Twilight don't-"
"Lemme go!" Twilight shrieked, and she herself was surprised at how much terror she felt, "Something's wrong, Rogue! Please lemme go! I need to find Storm!"
"She's with the professor, Darlin', please clam down.don't be scared.we're here.we'll just wait for 'em."
"Rogue, something's wrong! The professor never does this! Even you know it! I can tell!"
Rogue's grip loosened slightly, and she bit her lip, "I know, Hun.but we need to just stay cool an' wait for them to come back. They'll tell us if it's anything serious. Ok? Now please.come sit with us."
Twilight stood for a while, breathing heavily, looking around and Kitty and Bobby, who were forcing welcoming smiles.
Finally, she hesitantly stumbled over to a chair and collapsed into it.
Swallowing, she picked up a handful of cards and, with glazed eyes, muttered, "Who goes first?"
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Ororo Munroe was a woman of extreme intelligence and utmost courage.
Her mind was intricate and tenacious, as was her spirit, and she was known to be a very worthy leader in hard times.
At the same time, though, she was respectful and a good listener to those above her.
At the moment, she sat with one leg crossed over the other, her hands on her knees, her eye glued on the screen on which Xavier was motioning.
"This is where I believe they are," he was saying, "and if my thoughts are correct, they have more than few ways to return to land and find there way here."
"What are we so worried for?" Kurt asked, shrugging, "Twilight has an entire school watching out for her!"
"The Brotherhood are a worthy foe to be dealt with, and if their scheme is as impressive as I believe, there is no way we can stop them."
"Bet me," Logan snarled, cracking his knuckles angrily, "They can just try an' get through me."
"It will take more than physical strength to overcome them, Logan," Charles stated, his dark eyes resting upon his wild companion, "and I strongly urge you all to realize just how serious a danger this is."
"She's changed so much from when she was younger, though," Scott objected, "How would they know it was her? It could be any pretty fifteen year old here."
"All the more to consider dangerous, Scott," Xavier replied, "They will stop at nothing to snatch Twilight away, and if they need to take every teenage girl in this school, so be it."
"So what are we supposed to do?" Ororo asked, standing and holding her hands out in defeat, "It seems as if you think defeat is undeniable!"
She wasn't angry at all; she was more worried, and feeling extremely protective of 'her Twilight'.
Kurt nodded in agreement, "Yes. What are we supposed to do? Just accept that our Amme* is going to be taken from us soon?"
"That would be the worst thing we could do," Xavier responded promptly, lacing his fingers together, and resting his chin on them, "We've faced off against the Brotherhood before. We simply must be alert for whatever they have planned.and maybe keep a much closer eye on Twilight. Storm, perhaps you could move her into your room at night? And Logan, when she goes outside, stay nearby. We must never let her be without one of us."
Everyone nodded and stretched, knowing that the meeting was coming to an end.
"And one last thing," Xavier added, joining the X-Men on the way to the door, "Do not speak to Twilight of this. It will only frighten her more. We must keep her calm and feeling secure. Otherwise, defeat will indeed be undeniable."
The male members of the X-Men were as different as night and day.
Of course the three of them had their similarities, but up to the fact that they all ate endlessly, their comparison came to an abrupt end.
Logan was a Wildman, with a temper like a raging fire and hardly any ability to control it. His heart and soul were oftentimes thirsty for enemy blood, and he was willing to go through anyone to get what he needed. He was very vengeful, and he held grudges tighter then most could think possible. It was hard for him to forgive people, and he never apologized. The kids at Xavier's knew to be wary of him; he would never physically hurt them, but no one wanted to get a 'stern talking-to' from him, either.
On the other end, Kurt was a sweet and quiet man, oftentimes found walking through halls praying softly. He stayed out of the way usually, but was always willing to help someone in need. Very rarely would he fight anyone, even if they had hurt him, as he believed strongly that God would justify those who went against him.
In between the two 'extremes' was Scott, who was basically a pretty normal guy. He was stern but nice, a little lacking on the humor side of things, but a superb leader. More times then he could count he had led the X-Men to their next location, with his faithful lover Jean Grey at his side. He still missed Jean to that day. He couldn't help it; she was just too wonderful not to miss. However, time had helped heal all things, and it didn't hurt to the point of agony when he thought of her anymore. He was grateful for that.
It was quite a show when all three of the X-Men males were in the same room, especially when they were having a heated argument, as they were after the meeting in Xavier's office.
Just as soon as they went through the door, Storm could tell they were going to start up. "I'm going to get Amme," she said lightly, and then she turned and high- tailed it out of there.
Logan watched her go, and then growled, "I say we should march right up to that isle o' jerks and tear it apart!"
"Why, though?" Kurt asked, shrugging, "It would only cause them more anger and us wasted time!"
"At least they'd know not to mess with us," Logan grumbled as they walked down the hall.
"It would take too much time and planning, though," Scott stated, shaking his head, "We just don't have the time-"
"There's plenty o' time!" Logan snarled, turning and staring at Scott, "I say we just do it. No questions asked. You wanna talk 'bout wasting time? Do what you do!"
Scott's brows creased, "Logan, use your head for once."
"Perhaps they won't ever come?" Kurt suggested mildly, "Their plan cannot be all that well though out."
"You'd be surprised," Scott replied, "The Brotherhood has had a lot of time to think things through. And they're already worthy opponents."
"Worthy," scoffed Logan, rolling his eyes, "That's about the worst word to use to describe 'em. How 'bout sons of b-"
"In any event," Kurt interrupted loudly, frowning at Logan, "it isn't our decision, anyway, The professor has made it clear that we're simply to guard to Twilight."
"That's true, Kurt. But I can't help but to feel at least a little worried."
"I ain't worried," Logan stated defiantly as they continued down the hall, "I'm just ready to gut 'em."
"Hi Guys!"
The men stopped as Twilight came flying down the hall, halting before them, grinning, "Storm said since she missed the card game, she'll take me downtown to go shopping tomorrow! Isn't that cool?"
"Oh yea," Logan replied, and even though it was sarcastic, he said it gently, "Sounds just terrific."
Storm walked up and placed a hand on Twilight's shoulder, smiling, "You boys all done fighting?"
"We were discussing, fraulhein," Kurt replied promptly, "Not fighting."
"I see."
"You guys wanna come? We're going to lunch, and the bookstore, and the museum, and lots of other places. It'll be cool!" Twilight said, grinning.
"Thanks Kid, but I think you should just have this time with Storm," Logan answered for them all, "Maybe next week I can take you for a ride on my bike-"
"My bike," Scott interrupted.
"Yea. His."
Storm arched her eyebrows, clearly displeased.
"Course, you'll wear a helmet," Logan added, rolling his eyes.
Twilight laughed, "I know. Storm'd never let me go for a ride without it, right Storm?"
Ororo nodded, "Over my dead body."
"So what was the meeting about? Is everything ok?" Twilight asked, looking around at all of them.
The men looked supremely uncomfortable, even Logan, but Storm coolly replied, "Everything's fine, Hun. The professor just wanted to go over a few things."
"Like what?"
Storm shook her head smiling, "Some things are better left unsaid, Amme. I'll just say that everything's going to be fine."
Twilight scowled for a second, looking irritated, but she brightened up when she said goodnight. She hugged each of the boys and stopped at Logan, "You're too rough," she scolded lightly, "You should lighten up."
"I'll, work on it," Logan laughed, like he did every night.
Twilight kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly, "Night, Logan. You're my favorite adamantium-laced mutant ever!"
Logan grinned and kissed her head, "Thanks, Kid. You're not too bad either."
The boys watched her go quietly, but once she was gone, Kurt and Scott turned to Logan, laughing, "Not worried huh? Yea right. She's got you totally wrapped around her finger."
Logan rolled his eyes, but the teasing continued all the way up the stairs, "The great Wolverine! Taken down by a little girl!"
Logan knew it was true.and that was ok with him, somehow.
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Regan Wyndgarde did not belong to some mutant 'group'.
She was not teamed with the Brotherhood or the X-Men, nor did she wish to side with either cause.
She belonged to no one.
However, she did agree with a few things that the Brotherhood did.
Maybe that was why she was meeting Magneto and Mystique in this nice café, where she could hopefully aid to what she wanted and receive protection from those who hated her.
Yes, she was a convicted criminal.
She never did say what for, but Magneto never asked; he only needed her for her power, and only needed him-his people-for protection.
It was a considerably good deal.
Regan sat in a far corner of the room, sipping her coffee, eyes staring at the entrance doors as more people came in.
Her gaze flickered to the clock on the wall; it was almost nine at night.
They would be here soon.
Regan was a stunning woman, one of those drop-dead gorgeous females who could walk down the street and attract looks like a magnet does metal. She was tall and slender, with a clear, slightly pale complexion and ice blue eyes. Her hair tumbled down to her shoulders in a cascade of gold, swaying with every movement of her head.
She held her chin in her hands, her scarlet lips twisting into a smile; there they were.
A middle-aged woman with sleek black hair and emerald eyes had just sauntered in, followed by a teenage boy.
As soon as the woman caught sight of Regan, she moved fluidly to where she sat and slid into a chair, followed by the boy.
"Regan Wyngarde?"
"Raven Darkholme. Good evening."
Raven nodded, "Thank you. I hope you haven't been waiting long?"
Regan shook her head, "Only a few moments."
The teenager leaned forward slightly, smiling icily, "I'm John."
Regan smirked, eyes traveling up and down his skinny form, "Is this the great Magneto? It seems almost impossible that such a.young man could succeed at so much."
John's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing.
"Eric could not make it," Raven replied, "He sent John mostly as a messenger."
John seemed more than slightly agitated as being referred to as a 'messenger', but all he did was lean back and cross his arms, looking bored.
"Let's cut to the chase," Regan said, leaning back as she held her cup to her lips, "You want me to help you kidnap some little girl."
"And you want protection from the authorities," Raven replied coolly, arching an eyebrow and smiling, eyes flashing yellow for a split second.
Regan nodded, "Yes. I'm afraid I've left my trails a little too.messy."
Raven's scarlet lips parted, reveling pearl white teeth, "You're entitled. I've heard that you've been busy lately."
"Which mutant isn't nowadays?" Regan asked softly, truthfully.
John nodded in agreement, but kept his mouth shut; he somehow felt as if he was a little boy listening in on 'adult' conversation.
"Eric is completely willing to give you the protection and hiding you need," Raven stated slowly, "but only if you give him what he needs."
"The kid," Regan snickered, shaking her head, "He wants a kid. I don't see why he's so picky about which one, but I know what he wants. And he'll get her."
Raven's none-too-kind smile widened, "He'll be pleased to hear that."
"I'm glad. As long as I'm given what I need, my services to him will continue."
"Excellent."
Raven turned to John and nodded, "Go outside and tell Eric that everything worked out."
John rolled his eyes, mostly to show Raven she wasn't the boss of him, but he slid from his seat and plodded away, grumbling.
Raven looked back at her comrade and inquired, "You are aware of where she resides?"
"Of course. At this point, I know everything from her address to her shoe size."
Raven chuckled darkly, "Eric will be very satisfied with you, Regan. Only yesterday we spoke with you and already you've started work."
"Consider it overtime."
The women continued chatting for a few moments longer, trying not too look too conspicuous, and when John returned, they said their farewells and departed.
It seemed like any other meeting in the busy café.
But it was more unusual and dangerous than anyone suspected.
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New York City is one of the very best places to go on a shopping spree.
There are thousands and thousands of stores all lined together down the busy streets, here and there divided by pizza places and cafes.
The sidewalks are flooded with tens of thousands of people almost constantly, and the air is filled with the smells of sizzling food and the chattering of people.
However, as much fun as it is, it is also undoubtedly dangerous.
It is very easy to get lost in the throng of excited New Yorkers, and the constant traffic jam of angry businessmen is something to be reckoned with.
Perhaps that was why Ororo Munroe felt so anxious as she followed Twilight down the street.
For the last hour or so they'd been picking their way through the city, hopping here and there on buses and taxis until they made it to the bookstore Twilight so often begged to be taken to.
Now Ororo was struggling to keep up with the ecstatic teenager, a horribly chilling feeling sliding through her skin.
As they reached the doors to the bookstore, Ororo took Twilight's hand and pulled her back, looking worriedly around.
Twilight looked up at her, confused, "What is it?"
Storm's eyes clouded, "Something's wrong here."
Twilight frowned, "What? What's wrong?"
Ororo remained silent as she scanned the packed bookstore, heart starting to speed up and breath coming sharply.
She saw dozens of people all browsing the shelves, chatting, and generally being normal.
She saw how anxiously Twilight's head turned towards the teenage interest section.
She shook her head as a chill raced through her body, "Sorry. I'm just.I must have not gotten much sleep. I'm just being silly."
She loosened her grip on Twilight's hand and smiled as the girl anxiously exploded over to the books, shouting a hurried, "Bye!" over her shoulder.
Ororo headed over to the magazines, forcing the thoughts of worry form her mind; this place was perfectly safe.
What was there to worry about?
Still, when she couldn't shake her anxiety, she picked up a few magazines and walked silently over to the teenage section, sitting down in a chair overlooking the area Twilight was in.
Of course nothing happened for the entire hour they were there.
Twilight picked a few comics and sat down with Storm, and there was a fight between a customer and cashier about the price of a book, but other than that there was nothing.
As they left, Twilight grinned up at her 'foster' mother, playfully jeering, "You're losing it, Storm. You think the giant Hotdog Hank's mascot is a mass murderer or something?"
Storm laughed, "No, no. I just got a bad feeling. It's ok now."
Twilight shrugged, "Ok. Can we go to the pool now?"
Ororo shook her head, chuckling, "So nice to see you're so concerned about my anxiety."
"What?" Twilight asked innocently, raising her hands up, "You said you're ok. I decided I could trust you."
"Well that's good to know. After all these years of proving myself to you, you finally trust me."
"Figured I had to someday, Mom," Twilight replied.
Storm stopped dead in her tracks, her heart starting to melt at ther sound of that word.
Twilight, slightly confused, stopped as well, ;looking at Storm, "You OK?"
Ororo smiled, blinking back tears; it felt wonderful to be called 'mom'. She nodded and took a deep breath, "Everything's great, Amme."
Twilight grinned and took Storm's hand, pulling her to the side of the road.
Ororo had soon flagged down a taxi and she and Twilight got into the car, headed for the pool.
Neither of them noticed the blonde-haired woman standing in the nearby shadows, smiling slightly as she watched them.
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Scott Summers did not like to lose.
In fact, he'd almost prefer being torn apart slowly to losing.
Whenever he lost, his brain screamed that he was a failure, that everything he did was worthless.that he was worthless.
Winning was now one of the top priorities of his life; maybe if he kept winning, he could forget about how much he'd failed Jean.
Maybe that was why, as he sat at the table playing poker with Logan and Bobby, he was very tense and irritated.
"I'm out," Bobby grumbled, tossing his losing cards on the table, "what about you guys?"
Scott glanced at his cards; straight in hearts. That was pretty darn good.
He licked his lips and glanced at Logan, who arched his eyebrow and sneered, "Come on, Pretty Boy. Play."
Scott's face burned and he clenched his teeth as he threw his cards on the table, "Straight."
Logan's grin widened and Scott felt his heart sink; he watched with growing anger as Logan let his winning hand lower to the table; a royal flush.
Bobby slapped a hand to his face, "Man! Some guys get all the luck!"
"Yea, yea, yea. Just be glad you're lucky enough to not be of bettin age, Kid," Logan replied, "You'd be dirt poor, begging for food from the ants."
Scott shook his head, scowling, "Which would almost be as bad as you, right Logan?"
Logan's smirk only grew, "You know it, Scotty."
"Don't call me Sc-"
Their growing argument stopped quickly as a urgent, loud voice entered their heads: "X-Men! Come to me at once! It is of the utmost importance!"
Scott was smart enough to leap out of his chair and take order instantly, "Ok, let's go! Professor X needs us! Bobby, make sure everyone else heard him! Logan, run and get Storm from downtown! I'll tell the professor we're coming!"
"Righto," Logan quipped, "And how am I gettin all the way down town?" Scott shrugged hurriedly as he and Bobby raced out, "You've stolen my bike before. Do it again!"
Logan grinned, rubbing his hands together, "All right. Permission to steal pretty boy's bike."
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Storm was sitting at the edge of the pool, dangling her feet in the water and chatting with Twilight, when the professor's voice hit her like a bolt of electricity: "Storm! We need to talk. Get to a phone and call into the mansion at once!"
Storm felt an overwhelming wave of terror crash over her; she'd never heard the professor so scared before.
"I'll be there soon," she telepathically replied, and then stood, grabbing a towel form the nearby chairs.
"Where ya goin?" Twilight asked, leaning her arms on the pool's sides, "I thought you said you'd get in this time!"
"I'm sorry, Amme," Storm said mournfully, "I need to make a very important call the mansion. The professor said he needs to talk to me."
Twilight's eyes reflected fear, "Is.is everything ok?"
"It'll all be fine," Storm said, and forced a smile to try to prove it.
Twilight was not convinced, "Ororo.what'd he say?"
"He just needs to talk to me, Honey. I'll be right back. Practice your laps," Storm called back as she hurried from the empty room, clutching a towel around her waist.
Twilight sighed, pushing her body back form the edge and closing her eyes, forcing herself to calm down.
The pool was surprisingly empty except for her, and for a while she enjoyed the clear water and the way it flowed like silk over her slim body.
She had always enjoyed swimming; it gave her a sense of freedom and of flying. Logan had taught her how when she was seven, and after learning remarkably quickly, she swam freely at the school's pool daily.
After a few laps she pulled herself out of the water and sat down, skimming her bare feet on the pool's top.
She leaned back, holding her body up with her hands as she stared up at the ceiling, listening to the water lapping at the tiled floor and letting the overwhelming smell of chlorine drift through her mind.
There was some unknown emotion tangling her soul, and she was busy trying to figure out what it could be. It was something like fear, only not quite as strong. It wasn't a good feeling for certain. It was something that evaded anything she'd ever thought of feelings, and yet seemed so obvious it hurt.
Twilight bit her lip, looking out over the clear, blue-tinted water, pushing her drenched hair from her face.
Something moved in the water.
Twilight blinked and started slightly, frowning as she looked a little closer into the water.
There was nothing there.
She swallowed, starting to feel uneasy, and drew her legs quickly out of the water.
Biting her lip, she leaned forward slightly, staring down into the pool's depths, eyes sharp and focused.
There it was again!
The slightest shadow of movement.
What was it?
She was completely enthralled, face a mask of curiosity, hands holding her up above the water.
She saw it again, and this time her mind registered an animalistic shape.
"What is it?" she whispered, squinting her eyes to try to see it again.
Then, very suddenly, something leapt out of the water and wrapped strong arms around her, pulling her back into the pool as it fell back down.
Twilight's scream was cut off the second she hit the water.
The thing wouldn't let her go, just continued sinking down to the depths of the pool.
Twilight struggled against the creature's strong grip, panic starting to settle inside her, eyes squeezed shut against the water. She was thrashing madly, trying desperately to remember not to breathe in, becoming more and more terrified with every passing second. She kicked her legs furiously, pushing against her captor's arms, her entire body poised for defense.
God, pleas let Storm come in! she thought desperately, PLEASE!
Her lungs were starting to ache from lack of oxygen, and all of her muscles screamed in horror, fighting frantically for freedom.
For an instant, she felt the arms around her loosen their grip, and she shoved them away, pumping her legs to get to the top and to breathe in deeply the sweet oxygen she so desperately needed.
A hand closed around her wrist and jerked her sharply back down, and in shock she screamed, allowing a stream of precious air bubbles to float to the surface.
In only a moment, her lungs were on fire, and her heart was trembling against her ribs. I'm going to die, she thought, terrified, I'm going to die and everyone in the world will join me!
Then, just as her mind began to fog, and just as her last breath escaped forpm her lips, the creature let go of her, and her head broke the surface.
Gasping for breath, she drank the air in, blinking hurriedly, scrambling to the pool's edge and clasping onto it, tears of relief streaming down her face.
Weak and exhausted, she attempted to hoist herself out of the pool, but stopped as a shadow fell across her.
She looked up slowly, arms shaking with fatigue, teeth chattering form a mixture of shock and cold.
Before her stood a middle-aged woman, and the chilling smirk she had on her scarlet lips told Twilight all she needed to know: She was not a nice lady.
Twilight opened her mouth to scream, but found her throat blocked, and as she watched in horror, the woman chuckled slightly, sliding down to her knees and taking Twilight's chin in a gloved hand, "Have a nice swim, Sweetness?"
Twilight, unable to scream or fight back at all, allowed her mind to wander into the older female's. Her name was Regan Wyndgarde. She was a very powerful mutant, known as Lady Mastermind, and she could put into her prey's mind whatever she wished.and they would believe it. She was selfish and conniving, and most definitely not someone you would want to be against.
"Really, Sweetheart, I could have told you all that," Regan said as Twilight recoiled from her, "All you had to do was ask."
It was then that she grabbed Twilight's arms and started to pull her out of the water, when they both heard the door to the pool open.
For an instant, Regan and Twilight's eyes locked, and Regan smiled sweetly, "Don't worry, Pretty One. I'll find you again."
Then she was gone, and Twilight fell back into the water; from a mixture of shock and fatigue, she couldn't fight to stay afloat.
In an instant, her mind became foggy once more, her lungs became blocked, and she fell into impenetrable darkness.
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Ororo entered the room just in time to see Twilight lying at the bottom of the pool, unconscious.
With a gasp of fear and her heart pumping terror through her veins, she rushed forward and dove into the water, her mind reeling.
In what seemed forever she reached Twilight and snatched her up, holding her to her chest as she hurriedly propelled to the surface.
As she carried the girl in her arms, she felt tears already starting to sting her eyes, "Don't die.please don't die."
Logan had entered the room moments before, and now he was at the pool's edge, kneeling on the wet tile, eyes wide with shock and arms ready to pull Twilight out of the water.
Storm made it to him and pushed Twilight up, hoisting herself out when she was certain Logan had a good grip on her.
Logan slid Twilight away from the pool, a deep fear like none he'd ever felt before settling in his chest; Twilight couldn't die.
She couldn't.
Ororo was by his side in an instant, placing her fingers on the pale child's throat, feeling for a pulse, eyes lighting up when she found one.
"Is she breathing?" she asked Logan.
Logan felt sweet relief rush through him as he saw her chest moving weakly up and down, "Yea. She's.she's breathing."
Storm collapsed with relief, holding Twilight's limp form in her arms, letting tears run freely down her face as Logan regained his composure and stood, smiling weakly as Twilight's eyes fluttered open and she looked wearily around at him.
"Welcome back," he said softly, and she managed the slightest of grins as he lifted her into his arms and carried her out to the bike, followed closely by Ororo.
* Amme is a made-up word that the X-Men use. It means 'Pretty One'.