A/n: ok here's where we find out more about Blanche's parents, and she gets
her 'real name', as Magneto puts it. So, well, read? Please! Keep smiling
=)
Instar
LONGING CHAPTER 4
I looked over at Logan, shivering slightly in my seat as I realised what it meant, that my parents had 'created' him as we knew him. Put those claws in his forearms. I wondered whether he knew this. I doubted he'd have made the connection even if he did know – what was there to link Dr Peter and Dr Helena Treamore to Blanche – the girl at Xavier's with no surname and no family.
If anyone noticed me looking shifty, they didn't mention it. I looked out beyond where Storm was directing the jet, and gasped at the expanse of White that lay everywhere, in such a pureness it almost hid the horrors that were going on under the surface, almost acting as a decoy. I sighed and sat back, wondering whether we would be going with them, or whether Rogue, Bobby, John and myself would be given the task of 'guarding the jet'. I wanted to go, and face my parents, see them reject me for what I was, and then reject them for their work. Somehow I doubted Jean and Storm would let me, and even so I tried.
"Will me saying no change your mind?" Jean asked, and I realised she'd been watching over my thoughts, asking herself whether to let me or not. I shook my head, and she took a deep breath, asking Bobby, Rogue and John whether they'd stay with me if I went inside the building. They nodded ferociously, knowing that it would be the only way of getting in on the mission.
"You go in and you find the others, is that understood?" Storm asked, and I nodded, asking whether I'd find my parents, dropping a silence on the jet in an unmistakeable shock from those that hadnt known. "Then you get the hell out of there."
I looked at them, and down at myself, and wondered whether it would be remotely possible to wear anything else. The navy 'X' training set was not exactly designed to escape the notice of others. Jean shook her head, and muttered that I'd have to try and act as inconspicuous as I could, dressed as I was. I nodded and looked out the main glass shield at the front of the jet, asking whether we were landing soon.
"Yeah, we're really close now, and we cant get much closer."
"Okay," I could feel a slight waver in my voice and I wished I didn't feel so scared or nervous, surely my parents wouldn't want to abandon me and reject me in such a dramatic fashion that I'd get hurt? Or worse still, if one of my friends got hurt. I couldn't bear for that to happen, especially if it was because of me.
As the jet drew to a stop, landing gently on the ground, I pushed my hair out my way, mentally twisting the hair into a braid, so it was kept there. Bobby, Rogue and John stood up, asking whether we were off.
"No, we're not in yet," Jean replied, and I shook my head, pointing to a small place on the map, saying that there was a door there where we could get in, and it would probably be better for us to go in where there were less soldiers, rather than them who were trying to make an impact on the base. "Okay. But remember, get the kids out and then back, any of your parents is not important." I nodded, not wanting to agree but knowing I could always lose myself if I wanted to, and 'accidentally' find them.
I hadnt seen them in twelve years. Twelve years and all I had were blurry pictures, if that. I wanted to know why they hated mutants so much I'd had to be taken away by strangers at age four. Were they scared of us? Or did they just hate us for being different? Surely that was no better than racism?
I didn't really know what to think anymore, when I thought about them. They'd created Logan, they could control mutants, make them do whatever they wanted them to. I saw Logan, his face set, and knew he was determined to find out about his past. I wondered secretly whether my parents would tell him even if he came across them. I doubted it, from what I had heard about my parents.
I looked up as we came in to land, and as the engine stopped, I stood up with everyone else, and we all looked towards the gangway, up at each other, and then walked down it as it lowered itself to the ground.
We knew, somehow, that we could die going in there, but everyone had something to do in there, and no one cared about the risks. All they cared about was making a difference.
..............................
I walked along next to Magneto, and he asked me whether Blanche was my real name. I looked round at him and he raised his eyebrows.
"Kinetica."
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a/n sorry its so short! Iv been on exams n partying when they were dun, and iv got my german exchange parttner over! Lol! But shud be updating soon, I want to explore her parents' involvement in Logan as much as u prob wanna no! lol! Oh yeah and I got stuk for a name so I just built summat round kinesis, might be good might not... oh well! Lol anyway please r/r! instar
LONGING CHAPTER 4
I looked over at Logan, shivering slightly in my seat as I realised what it meant, that my parents had 'created' him as we knew him. Put those claws in his forearms. I wondered whether he knew this. I doubted he'd have made the connection even if he did know – what was there to link Dr Peter and Dr Helena Treamore to Blanche – the girl at Xavier's with no surname and no family.
If anyone noticed me looking shifty, they didn't mention it. I looked out beyond where Storm was directing the jet, and gasped at the expanse of White that lay everywhere, in such a pureness it almost hid the horrors that were going on under the surface, almost acting as a decoy. I sighed and sat back, wondering whether we would be going with them, or whether Rogue, Bobby, John and myself would be given the task of 'guarding the jet'. I wanted to go, and face my parents, see them reject me for what I was, and then reject them for their work. Somehow I doubted Jean and Storm would let me, and even so I tried.
"Will me saying no change your mind?" Jean asked, and I realised she'd been watching over my thoughts, asking herself whether to let me or not. I shook my head, and she took a deep breath, asking Bobby, Rogue and John whether they'd stay with me if I went inside the building. They nodded ferociously, knowing that it would be the only way of getting in on the mission.
"You go in and you find the others, is that understood?" Storm asked, and I nodded, asking whether I'd find my parents, dropping a silence on the jet in an unmistakeable shock from those that hadnt known. "Then you get the hell out of there."
I looked at them, and down at myself, and wondered whether it would be remotely possible to wear anything else. The navy 'X' training set was not exactly designed to escape the notice of others. Jean shook her head, and muttered that I'd have to try and act as inconspicuous as I could, dressed as I was. I nodded and looked out the main glass shield at the front of the jet, asking whether we were landing soon.
"Yeah, we're really close now, and we cant get much closer."
"Okay," I could feel a slight waver in my voice and I wished I didn't feel so scared or nervous, surely my parents wouldn't want to abandon me and reject me in such a dramatic fashion that I'd get hurt? Or worse still, if one of my friends got hurt. I couldn't bear for that to happen, especially if it was because of me.
As the jet drew to a stop, landing gently on the ground, I pushed my hair out my way, mentally twisting the hair into a braid, so it was kept there. Bobby, Rogue and John stood up, asking whether we were off.
"No, we're not in yet," Jean replied, and I shook my head, pointing to a small place on the map, saying that there was a door there where we could get in, and it would probably be better for us to go in where there were less soldiers, rather than them who were trying to make an impact on the base. "Okay. But remember, get the kids out and then back, any of your parents is not important." I nodded, not wanting to agree but knowing I could always lose myself if I wanted to, and 'accidentally' find them.
I hadnt seen them in twelve years. Twelve years and all I had were blurry pictures, if that. I wanted to know why they hated mutants so much I'd had to be taken away by strangers at age four. Were they scared of us? Or did they just hate us for being different? Surely that was no better than racism?
I didn't really know what to think anymore, when I thought about them. They'd created Logan, they could control mutants, make them do whatever they wanted them to. I saw Logan, his face set, and knew he was determined to find out about his past. I wondered secretly whether my parents would tell him even if he came across them. I doubted it, from what I had heard about my parents.
I looked up as we came in to land, and as the engine stopped, I stood up with everyone else, and we all looked towards the gangway, up at each other, and then walked down it as it lowered itself to the ground.
We knew, somehow, that we could die going in there, but everyone had something to do in there, and no one cared about the risks. All they cared about was making a difference.
..............................
I walked along next to Magneto, and he asked me whether Blanche was my real name. I looked round at him and he raised his eyebrows.
"Kinetica."
................................................
a/n sorry its so short! Iv been on exams n partying when they were dun, and iv got my german exchange parttner over! Lol! But shud be updating soon, I want to explore her parents' involvement in Logan as much as u prob wanna no! lol! Oh yeah and I got stuk for a name so I just built summat round kinesis, might be good might not... oh well! Lol anyway please r/r! instar