Disclaimer: Don't own X-men. If I owned X-Men, then Scott would be killed off every episode, just like Kenny on South Park.
Ali, not having a car and deciding not to drive, ran to the high school as fast as her legs would carry her. Her gut instincts screamed for her to turn around and run back to the Institute where it was safe, or to have someone come with her, but she ignored the warnings. This person had answers. But to what, she didn't know. All she knew was that unspoken questions would be answered. And this person knew her. She needed to find out how.
The sky was already dark and the wind was slowly picking up. She tucked some hair behind her ear and looked around, cautiously walking towards the front doors of the school. Her eyes darted around, watching each and every shadow carefully. Her senses heightened, picking up every breath of wind and every moan of a waving tree branch. Ali's body tensed as she felt someone's eyes watching. She whirled around, expecting to see the person watching her with a smug grin on their face. But to her surprise, she found no one.
Someone behind her chuckled. Ali jumped and turned around again, her hair flying in the powerful gust of wind that had just come up. In front of her was a tall, muscular man wearing a black trench coat.
"Hey, Ali. Long time no see," he commented, a smirk on his shadowed face.
Ali backed up a step. "Who are you?" she asked, already clenching her fists and charging them with energy. Green eyes changed to blue again, her eyebrows furrowed together in concentration.
"No need to be so apprehensive. I am, after all, only your father," he replied, lifting his face so Ali could get a better look. His eyes were just the same as hers: emerald green.
Ali's eyes widened and the electricity coursing through her hands vanished. She took another step back. "No, it can't be. You're dead!" she cried in disbelief. How was if possible for him to be here if he was dead? It just wasn't possible. He couldn't be real.
"'Fraid not. I'm just as alive as you are," he replied, stepping forward each time Ali stepped back.
Ali suddenly backed into another solid object. She jumped forward and whirled around, coming face-to-face with a tall redhead, barely taller than her.
"Hello Ali," said the female, her blue eyes connecting with Ali's green ones.
Ali backed up a step. "You guys aren't real! You're dead! You disappeared eleven years ago! You can't be alive!" she yelled, stepping away from the two adults.
Her father shook his head. "No. You see, your mother and I knew that they were going to try and kill us. We escaped, though," he explained, a grin on his face. That smile though, was not comforting to Ali's eyes. It was scary, and made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
Ali shook her head. "You guys can't be here, you just can't!" she yelled.
Her mother smiled and stepped forward. For some reason, her mother's smile sent a shiver up Ali's spine. It wasn't a warm, comforting one that a mother gives to their child after they fall and scrape their knee or are woken up by a scary dream. It was scary, almost giving off an evil feeling. Something was different from the last time Ali had seen her mother, from the memories that she held so dear. This almost didn't seem like her mother at all. A small part of her had been willing to admit that this was her mother a moment ago, but not anymore. This wasn't her mother, or at least it didn't seem like it. That was what scared her.
"Are you just saying that because you're afraid that if you let down your guard you'll be hurt, or because you truly don't want to believe that we're alive?" she asked. Her eyes finally connected with Ali's, and she felt her senses and mind suddenly become dull. Calm down, whispered a soft voice in her mind soothingly. A calmness enveloped Ali's thoughts and mind, and she began to relax. Everything seemed all right now. She was about to close her eyes when suddenly her fiery personality shot to the surface. Don't fall asleep! They're trying to do something really bad to you, screamed the voice.
Ali's eyes snapped open and narrowed towards her parents. "What the hell were you trying to do to me?" she demanded, charging her fists once again.
Her mother frowned. "Your mind is stronger than I expected," she commented.
Ali was becoming impatient fast, as well as angry. "Tell me what the hell you were trying to do before I kill you!" she commanded, a surge of energy going through her body. She was more powerful than she had ever been, and the same went for her anger. They had deceived her, tried to trick her. They wouldn't get away with it.
"I was just trying to calm you down," her mother replied. "I was afraid that you would faint from all that was going on in your head."
Ali rolled her eyes. "Don't give me that crap!" she spat. "Tell me the truth!"
Her father was no longer smiling. "We're telling you the truth. What's wrong? Why can't you just accept that we're alive and here to take you home with us?"
The sirens in Ali's mind were now screaming full force. "I'm not leaving!" she yelled.
Her mother took a step forward. "We only want to try and be the parents that you need. We missed you," she replied, her voice pleading and her eyes holding the same look. But her eyes…there were something different in her eyes also. What it was, she didn't know, nor did she want to for that matter. Ali was afraid that if she did, then things would take a turn for the worse.
"If you missed me so much then why didn't you come and get me back in Britain?" she demanded. "Why didn't you come back then? Why did you decide to come and get me now, when I just started a new life and have friends I can relate to, who care about me and want to protect me?"
"Does it really matter when we came, rather then why we came?" asked her father, trying to steer away from the topic and change Ali's mind.
"Yes!" Ali screamed. "It matters! Now answer my question!"
Her father sighed. "We didn't know whether or not you had left," he replied.
"You had eleven years to look, and you didn't even check the first place that I had lived? How big of idiots can you be?" she yelled.
Her mother narrowed her eyes. "Don't talk to us in that tone of voice, young lady," she ordered. "You don't have the right."
"Oh, really?" Ali asked. "I think I have plenty because you guys didn't even try to look for me!"
"We did look for you, Ali," her father replied, taking a step forward and extending his hand.
"But not in the most obvious place in the world," she replied, reaching out and knocking away his hand. "Good job, Sherlock."
Her father was becoming frustrated. Why didn't Ali just believe him and come? Why did she have to make this so difficult? She was, after all, his child. She was supposed to obey him.
"Ali, listen to us: We've missed you for eleven years. We've finally found you, and you're refusing to listen and trust us," her mother said, hurt shining in her blue eyes.
Ali closed her eyes. "I went through a lot of grief because of you two," she said, her voice shaking. "I was alone for eleven years of my life. One day, you just show up expecting me to completely believe that you're real and wanting me to come back with you away from my friends. Do either of you realize how insane that sounds? And I can tell you one thing: I refuse to leave this place. And you two have got a lot of kissing up to do if you want me to even consider being your daughter."
Her father's eyes flashed with anger. "You are already my daughter," he hissed. "And you don't have a choice in the matter, because you're coming whether you like it or not."
At that moment, Ali's mother closed her eyes, her face becoming calm yet concentrated. Ali felt a calming sensation in her mind yet again, and she quickly began to fight it. Just calm down, whispered a voice. Everything's all right. No need to be so uptight. Just relax…
Ali groaned. "Leave me alone!" she yelled, clutching her head as she vainly tried to remove her mother's presence from her mind.
Her mother's eyebrow's furrowed together as she tapped into more of her power. Her hair rose up around her from the tension in the air. Her husband glanced back and forth between the two women. It was unclear who would win. His wife had never had to struggle very much with anyone, but his daughter was putting up a good fight.
Ali groaned, the pressure finally getting to her mind. She couldn't take this much longer. If someone didn't come, she didn't want to know what would happen. She didn't want to think about it, either. She only prayed that someone would come, and she would not be torn away from her friends.
"What the hell do you think you be doin' to de femme?" demanded a Cajun voice. Remy was pissed.
Her father looked up at Remy. "What do you want?" he spat, glaring at Remy.
"Nothing but fo' you to leave her alone," Remy replied. "And maybe to hurt you."
Ali's father laughed. "I'd like to see you try," he challenged.
Remy grinned. "Remy'll gladly accept the challenge," he replied. With that, he charged up three playing cards and threw two at Ali's father, who immediately did a back flip, evading the attack. That was when Remy threw his third card, hitting Ali's father right in the chest. He flew back from the attack, landing on his back. His eyes blazed with fire and he quickly stood, calling up water from the nearby fire hydrant. "You're going to wish you were never born, kid," he said, sending two jets of water at the younger mutant. Remy easily dodged both and threw more cards at him, which the older mutant easily dodged.
"You're good with your powers, but you're no match for me," commented her father.
Remy grinned. "Dat be true," agreed the Cajun smoothly. "Remy's better."
Ali's father glared at him. Behind him, Ali finally passed out, falling forward onto the ground. Her mother gave a sigh of relief. "I finally got it," she called, alerting her husband of her progress.
He nodded and turned to Remy. "We've got to be leaving, so I suggest you get out of my way," he suggested, his voice deadly calm.
Remy's eyes hardened. "Remy wouldn't count on you leaving. He be stopping you wit' all he got."
With that, Remy threw half a pack of cards flew at Ali's mother and father, which the two dodged.
"You can't defeat us, boy!" yelled Ali's mother. "We're too powerful for you alone!"
Remy nodded grimly. "But Remy ain't alone," he replied. He gave a short nod, and Ali reached out a weak hand, letting loose the energy that she had built up. It struck her mother in the back, and she convulsed painfully. Ali felt, strangely, no remorse for her actions. They had attempted to kidnap her and control her thoughts. She wouldn't forgive them. At least, not yet.
Ali's mother whirled around, her eyes flashing. "Ali! How dare you!" she yelled.
Ali reached into her pocket and pulled out her X-Men communicator. "I suggest you leave before Professor Xavier comes," she said. "He won't be happy that you attempted to kidnap me."
"That's not what we were trying to do, honest!" cried her mother.
"Then what do you call attempting to gain control over your daughters mind forcefully and then take her away?"
Her mother didn't answer. "Mike! Time to leave!" she yelled, and with that, the two fled, being carried away by Ali's mother. The husband and wife looked back once, longing for their daughter to be with them. But they kept going. She was lost to them for now. But she wouldn't be for long.
Remy ran over to Ali, helping her up. "Are you alright chere?" he asked, scanning her face.
Ali nodded. "Only my pride's been hurt," she muttered. "I never should have come."
Remy nodded. "Dat be true," he said. "But everyone makes mistakes. You just have to live wit' 'em."
Ali nodded. "Remy, don't tell anyone about this," she whispered.
Remy frowned. "Somebody's gotta know," he replied. "And if you won't tell, then it's Remy's job to."
"But Remy, I don't want them to know how easily I was defeated."
Remy shook his head. "You weren't that easy. Remy saw your mom. She was having a hard time wit' you."
Ali sighed. "I don't want anyone to know about my mistake."
"What, are you trying to give the impression that you're Wonder Woman?" he asked. "Dey all knows you aren't."
Ali sighed. "No matter what, you won't listen to me, will you?" she asked, a miserable tone in her voice.
Remy shook his head, giving her a toothy grin. "Nope."
Ali sighed. "Alright. Let's go then," she muttered.
Remy walked Ali back to the Institute, but when they arrived at the gate, Remy said that he wanted to go, too. "Remy has to talk to de professor," he explained.
Ali nodded, and the two walked side-by-side up to the front doors.
John had been watching and waiting for them, nervously pacing in front of the windows. Upon finally spotting Ali with Remy, he ran from the building and to his two friends.
"What happened?" he asked worriedly, scanning for Ali's face for any indication of any event that might have happened.
But Ali's face was stoic, and John finally gave up on finding anything. The three walked inside, only to find Professor Xavier waiting with the rest of the X-Men.
"Where did you go, Ali?" Scott asked. He had taken on his usual role of "Big Brother" once Ali had turned up missing and reappeared completely emotionless. He didn't drop it now, either.
Ali sighed. She knew that with Remy here, the story would come out whether she wanted it to or not. She took a deep breath and began, keeping her eyes to the ground.
"I got a phone call from someone I didn't know. They said that if I wanted to know who they were and more, then I needed to meet them at Bayville High at eight," she explained.
"What!" cried Scott. "Why did you go if you didn't know who they were?" he demanded.
Ali sighed and shrugged. "I don't know," she replied quietly. "Just let me finish."
Scott fell silent. He knew something was wrong. The only way that they would find out was by Ali telling them.
"It…it turned out to be…my parents," she whispered, barely loud enough for everyone to hear.
But they did. Shocked silence followed for a moment before the Professor finally spoke.
"Are you sure, Ali?" he asked.
Ali shook her head. "No. But they looked exactly like my parents, and knew me. They seemed different though. Almost cold," she explained.
The professor paled. "I don't like the looks of this," he explained.
Everyone nodded his or her agreement.
Wolverine suddenly seemed to notice Remy and growled. "What are you doing here?" he snarled.
Remy held up his hands to show that he meant no harm. "Remy saved Ali. Got a call by John to follow the femme. Saved her before her parents could kidnap her," he explained.
Wolverine's eyes got wide, and the girls in the group gasped.
"Unbelievable," muttered Professor Xavier.
Remy nodded. "Remy thinks it would be a good time to announce dat you have another ally," he added.
"Oh really?" Wolverine said. "Who?"
Remy smiled. "Me."
"Your help may be wanted by some, but not by me," Scott said.
Remy frowned. "Remy helped save her," he said, jerking a thumb towards Ali. "And her parents were strong. Remy wants to join and help."
The professor nodded. "Your help will be welcomed, Remy," he replied. "Something tells me that we will need it in the future."
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Well, what do you think? It's spring break, so I decided to post yet another chapter. I hope you guys like this one too.
Sweet. Made it to six pages. Haha. Good day.
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