Chapter Sixteen
Everything went fine for a few days. Kitty came and went, and no others came into the boarding house. One night, when the discussion was Mimic and her past, the word Cerebro came up. No one expected Mimic to know what that was or that she was in the same room, but she did. In fact, she became very interested in the subject, and she had the most interesting proposal.
"Information for information! Tell me where Cerebro is, and I answer your questions!"
Mimic was on the table, and everyone was chittering over which question to ask her. Kitty wasn't that willing to give up the location, however. Mimic growled in frustration and retreated to a corner.
"What's your connection to Cerebro?"
Well, what could Mimic do? She wanted one simple answer, and she was willing to do just about anything to get it.
"He was my creator," she said softly.
Everyone went silent and stared at her. Kitty stood up. "But...that's impossible. Cerebro like can't create living beings."
Mimic laughed dumbfoundedly and shook her head. "So the cat's out of the bag. Not in your generation he can't."
Jim sat on the counter next to her. "So what time are you from then?"
Mimic's look demanded an explanation, so Jim continued.
"You haven't seen your brother in fourteen years, and you haven't changed one bit ever since you joined us. How old are you?"
She sighed. "We were created in the year 4263, and we were sent back here in the year 4932. You do the math."
Jim nodded his head. "That doesn't surprise me. So what does Snidva mean?"
Mimic shrugged. "I can't remember what that means. It was used rarely during my life, in the laboratory. I never remembered anything after it."
"We?"
"My twin brother and I. The reason we had to move is because he found us via television. He found me." Mimic held out her hands and interlocked her fingers. "We were part of something called the Chaos Three. We were sent back in time to this era in order to be used somehow by whom I can't recall. When we completed the time jump, myself, and the now deceased Element, had a change of heart. See, we used to be...the most dangerous weapon known in the history of man. The atomic bomb causes too much noise, supposedly, in the future. We were evil. When we came here, we lost our memories for a short while, gaining them after my brother came for us. He killed Element, who had resided for a while in Kentucky."
"Did he try to kill you?"
She shook her head. "He can't kill me. We are part of each other. I know what he's going to do. He knows what I'm going to do. Attacking each other would prove...nothing. But we are siblings, and we do care for each other. When I knew Element was dead, I left my adopted family in Florida and went to Vegas."
"Weapons? Time travel? How did you come here?"
"My most common power is the mimicing ability. Then, there's the power of moving forward or backward in time. However, I am not eager to get caught by my brother. If he sends for reinforcement to capture me, they will bring the tranqilizer that brings me down, to be discovered in this world in 3052. Developed a tolerance against that too, takes a lot of it to knock me out, but I'm not immune to that."
"Why do you want to get to Cerebro?"
"To destroy it," she said, staring at Kitty. "It's evil. It sent us here for some reason, but it was nothing but world domination."
"Well, if you destroy it, won't you destroy yourself?"
She nodded. "I have thought about that, but I have yet to find a way to save myself."
"What if we found your brother again. What if you went with him. He would know the people who wanted to use you as weapons wouldn't he?"
Mimic shruged. "You want to put the world on line. If I fall to this mind control, the world will most likely be destroyed."
"What makes you so sure?"
She laughed. "You don't send an assassin to do a gardener's job. I was a weapon, am a weapon, and will always be a weapon. Weapons are meant to be used. If they get me in their custody, the world is theirs, and people will have a reason to fear mutants."
Bobby strolled into the room, yawning. "Hey, guys."
He had been overly tired that evening, and a nap was in order. His wings had gotten a great deal larger. He could parachute down from high places, but they weren't large or strong enough to lift him off the ground.
Mimic nodded and jumped off the counter. "I will find a way to stay here, but Cerebro must be destroyed," she said simply, walking out of the kitchen.
Bobby shrugged and followed. Jim rubbed his hair and sighed.
"I knew she wasn't from this time. There were too many hints. I doubt she's even human."
"What should we do?" Kitty asked. "I don't want her to tear our house up!"
"Mimic's too professional to do that," Jim said, staring into the floor. "She would be in and out and there wouldn't be anybody there that would even notice."
"Mr. Logan would. The Professor too."
Jim looked up at her and wrinkled his forehead. "Nothing compared to the Mimic."
"I doubt she'd do it now," Lance said from his corner. "She wouldn't want to kill herself and leave us hanging. That's just not her."
"What would you know, Alvers?" Jim hissed. "You've just been here for a little under half a year."
"Yeah but I talked to her more than you ever did when she was still dormant."
"I had a lot of catching up time to do."
The house began to shake a little, but it wasn't the normal Lance earthquake. Jim's eyes narrowed.
"Remember, little boy, I can kill you with a wave of my hand."
"Stop it!" Kitty yelled.
Elizabeth stood up and so did Austin. "Look, we really don't have the space to be fighting like this. If you two want to go at it, leave."
Neither Lance nor Jim moved.
"The cable's out!" Todd yelled from the livingroom.
Jim rolled his eyes and walked to the nearest window. "Lilian, quit messing around with the wires! Fix the damn tv and be done with it!"
Mimic searched and researched the area that night. It was about five in the morning when she found the mansion that Cerebro was hidden under. She didn't follow Kitty home; she had been on the other side of town when Kitty left. Bobby had tagged along with her for no reason. She was perched in a tree, with Bobby trying to keep his wings under control and balance at the same time.
"There's a lot of mutants here. This is it. I can smell Kitty inside too."
Bobby nodded and took a long whiff of the air. "Yeah. Smell...oh...leftover pizza..."
"No pizza now. Stay here. I have to find it. At least find it!"
She began to move, but Bobby grabbed her tail. "Be careful and bring back pizza if you can."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bobby. Sure."
She flew over the yard and landed on one of the balconies. It was now seven o'clock. Inside, there was a boy in his bed. He didn't move when she opened the door, but his tail began to twitch as she soon saw. She was crawling across the floor slowly, heading towards the door. Upon the first turn of the knob, it was locked.
She sat on her legs and waited for a few minutes, staring at the sleeping mutant. She slid her tail in his direction and moved closer, touching the end of his tail. There was a surge of energy, and she knocked hard against the floor. She froze, her eyes wide.
The boy rolled over, however, and didn't awaken. Mimic searched through his power and smiled. Then she went back to tackle the door. She unlocked it quietly, then turned the knob. There was a small, sharp squeak when she opened the door, but she bounded out of it before he could wake up. She was in a hallway, with doors lining the wall. The sun was beginning to come up, and Mimic tried her hardest to keep in the shadows, but the light was already starting to affect her sight.
There were footsteps ahead of her, coming closer and trying to be silent. She ducked into another room. This door thankfully had no squeak. There was another boy in here, an older one. He was sleeping as well, and she found the strangest pair of goggles on his nightstand. There was a pool outside, so she just figured he liked to swim. The footsteps stopped moving, but there was someone standing outside the door.
Mimic left the room through the window and scaled the walls until she got to another window close by. There was a woman in it this time with reddish hair. This one woke up.
It was dark in this room, thankfully, and Mimic was hiding in the darkest shadow of all, ducking her head so her hair wouldn't be seen. The girl knew something was wrong.
"Who's there?"
Mimic didn't move, but she felt a sharp pain in her head, just behind her eyes. It began to grow, and she moved. The girl looked at her immediately and tried to scream. Mimic closed her mouth with her telekinesis and put her back in bed, facing away from the door. She opened the door again and walked out of the room, first checking both ways to see if the man had gone.
There were a lot of mutants here. Mimic began to feel a disturbing aura around her, then there was another sharp pain in her head, this one much, much stronger. She fell to her side and cried out, holding her head.
Telepathy. She didn't have that nor did she have protection from it.
The man that had heard her was on her in an instant. Mimic screamed, amplifying it until the glass shattered and the man released her. The pain stopped, but all the sleeping people were now in the hallway. Mimic backed against the wall and growled. The boy with a tail came out and stared at her with a strange emotion in his face. It wasn't fear or shock. It was more like awe. Kitty sprawled out of her room and rushed forward.
"Mimic! What are you doing here!?"
Mimic growled at her and climbed onto the wall.
"Mimic?"
"Keety, you know zat zing?"
"Scott, blast it!" Logan growled.
Scott let loose a smaller blast, but it didn't reach her. It bounced off of her shield and spun elsewhere. A woman with white hair came into the hallway, as well as a man in a wheelchair.
"Don't hurt her, Mr. Logan!"
"Kitty, you know this creature?"
"Yes, she won't hurt us if we don't hurt her. Mimic!"
The thin line of sunlight was scraping over the floor. She slid to the ground and rubbed her head.
"Mmmm..." she groaned, looking at Kitty.
Jean was suddenly pushed against a wall, as were the others. Mimic crawled past them and stopped at the line of light. She crashed through the window and flew off, breathing harder than normal.
Everything went fine for a few days. Kitty came and went, and no others came into the boarding house. One night, when the discussion was Mimic and her past, the word Cerebro came up. No one expected Mimic to know what that was or that she was in the same room, but she did. In fact, she became very interested in the subject, and she had the most interesting proposal.
"Information for information! Tell me where Cerebro is, and I answer your questions!"
Mimic was on the table, and everyone was chittering over which question to ask her. Kitty wasn't that willing to give up the location, however. Mimic growled in frustration and retreated to a corner.
"What's your connection to Cerebro?"
Well, what could Mimic do? She wanted one simple answer, and she was willing to do just about anything to get it.
"He was my creator," she said softly.
Everyone went silent and stared at her. Kitty stood up. "But...that's impossible. Cerebro like can't create living beings."
Mimic laughed dumbfoundedly and shook her head. "So the cat's out of the bag. Not in your generation he can't."
Jim sat on the counter next to her. "So what time are you from then?"
Mimic's look demanded an explanation, so Jim continued.
"You haven't seen your brother in fourteen years, and you haven't changed one bit ever since you joined us. How old are you?"
She sighed. "We were created in the year 4263, and we were sent back here in the year 4932. You do the math."
Jim nodded his head. "That doesn't surprise me. So what does Snidva mean?"
Mimic shrugged. "I can't remember what that means. It was used rarely during my life, in the laboratory. I never remembered anything after it."
"We?"
"My twin brother and I. The reason we had to move is because he found us via television. He found me." Mimic held out her hands and interlocked her fingers. "We were part of something called the Chaos Three. We were sent back in time to this era in order to be used somehow by whom I can't recall. When we completed the time jump, myself, and the now deceased Element, had a change of heart. See, we used to be...the most dangerous weapon known in the history of man. The atomic bomb causes too much noise, supposedly, in the future. We were evil. When we came here, we lost our memories for a short while, gaining them after my brother came for us. He killed Element, who had resided for a while in Kentucky."
"Did he try to kill you?"
She shook her head. "He can't kill me. We are part of each other. I know what he's going to do. He knows what I'm going to do. Attacking each other would prove...nothing. But we are siblings, and we do care for each other. When I knew Element was dead, I left my adopted family in Florida and went to Vegas."
"Weapons? Time travel? How did you come here?"
"My most common power is the mimicing ability. Then, there's the power of moving forward or backward in time. However, I am not eager to get caught by my brother. If he sends for reinforcement to capture me, they will bring the tranqilizer that brings me down, to be discovered in this world in 3052. Developed a tolerance against that too, takes a lot of it to knock me out, but I'm not immune to that."
"Why do you want to get to Cerebro?"
"To destroy it," she said, staring at Kitty. "It's evil. It sent us here for some reason, but it was nothing but world domination."
"Well, if you destroy it, won't you destroy yourself?"
She nodded. "I have thought about that, but I have yet to find a way to save myself."
"What if we found your brother again. What if you went with him. He would know the people who wanted to use you as weapons wouldn't he?"
Mimic shruged. "You want to put the world on line. If I fall to this mind control, the world will most likely be destroyed."
"What makes you so sure?"
She laughed. "You don't send an assassin to do a gardener's job. I was a weapon, am a weapon, and will always be a weapon. Weapons are meant to be used. If they get me in their custody, the world is theirs, and people will have a reason to fear mutants."
Bobby strolled into the room, yawning. "Hey, guys."
He had been overly tired that evening, and a nap was in order. His wings had gotten a great deal larger. He could parachute down from high places, but they weren't large or strong enough to lift him off the ground.
Mimic nodded and jumped off the counter. "I will find a way to stay here, but Cerebro must be destroyed," she said simply, walking out of the kitchen.
Bobby shrugged and followed. Jim rubbed his hair and sighed.
"I knew she wasn't from this time. There were too many hints. I doubt she's even human."
"What should we do?" Kitty asked. "I don't want her to tear our house up!"
"Mimic's too professional to do that," Jim said, staring into the floor. "She would be in and out and there wouldn't be anybody there that would even notice."
"Mr. Logan would. The Professor too."
Jim looked up at her and wrinkled his forehead. "Nothing compared to the Mimic."
"I doubt she'd do it now," Lance said from his corner. "She wouldn't want to kill herself and leave us hanging. That's just not her."
"What would you know, Alvers?" Jim hissed. "You've just been here for a little under half a year."
"Yeah but I talked to her more than you ever did when she was still dormant."
"I had a lot of catching up time to do."
The house began to shake a little, but it wasn't the normal Lance earthquake. Jim's eyes narrowed.
"Remember, little boy, I can kill you with a wave of my hand."
"Stop it!" Kitty yelled.
Elizabeth stood up and so did Austin. "Look, we really don't have the space to be fighting like this. If you two want to go at it, leave."
Neither Lance nor Jim moved.
"The cable's out!" Todd yelled from the livingroom.
Jim rolled his eyes and walked to the nearest window. "Lilian, quit messing around with the wires! Fix the damn tv and be done with it!"
Mimic searched and researched the area that night. It was about five in the morning when she found the mansion that Cerebro was hidden under. She didn't follow Kitty home; she had been on the other side of town when Kitty left. Bobby had tagged along with her for no reason. She was perched in a tree, with Bobby trying to keep his wings under control and balance at the same time.
"There's a lot of mutants here. This is it. I can smell Kitty inside too."
Bobby nodded and took a long whiff of the air. "Yeah. Smell...oh...leftover pizza..."
"No pizza now. Stay here. I have to find it. At least find it!"
She began to move, but Bobby grabbed her tail. "Be careful and bring back pizza if you can."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bobby. Sure."
She flew over the yard and landed on one of the balconies. It was now seven o'clock. Inside, there was a boy in his bed. He didn't move when she opened the door, but his tail began to twitch as she soon saw. She was crawling across the floor slowly, heading towards the door. Upon the first turn of the knob, it was locked.
She sat on her legs and waited for a few minutes, staring at the sleeping mutant. She slid her tail in his direction and moved closer, touching the end of his tail. There was a surge of energy, and she knocked hard against the floor. She froze, her eyes wide.
The boy rolled over, however, and didn't awaken. Mimic searched through his power and smiled. Then she went back to tackle the door. She unlocked it quietly, then turned the knob. There was a small, sharp squeak when she opened the door, but she bounded out of it before he could wake up. She was in a hallway, with doors lining the wall. The sun was beginning to come up, and Mimic tried her hardest to keep in the shadows, but the light was already starting to affect her sight.
There were footsteps ahead of her, coming closer and trying to be silent. She ducked into another room. This door thankfully had no squeak. There was another boy in here, an older one. He was sleeping as well, and she found the strangest pair of goggles on his nightstand. There was a pool outside, so she just figured he liked to swim. The footsteps stopped moving, but there was someone standing outside the door.
Mimic left the room through the window and scaled the walls until she got to another window close by. There was a woman in it this time with reddish hair. This one woke up.
It was dark in this room, thankfully, and Mimic was hiding in the darkest shadow of all, ducking her head so her hair wouldn't be seen. The girl knew something was wrong.
"Who's there?"
Mimic didn't move, but she felt a sharp pain in her head, just behind her eyes. It began to grow, and she moved. The girl looked at her immediately and tried to scream. Mimic closed her mouth with her telekinesis and put her back in bed, facing away from the door. She opened the door again and walked out of the room, first checking both ways to see if the man had gone.
There were a lot of mutants here. Mimic began to feel a disturbing aura around her, then there was another sharp pain in her head, this one much, much stronger. She fell to her side and cried out, holding her head.
Telepathy. She didn't have that nor did she have protection from it.
The man that had heard her was on her in an instant. Mimic screamed, amplifying it until the glass shattered and the man released her. The pain stopped, but all the sleeping people were now in the hallway. Mimic backed against the wall and growled. The boy with a tail came out and stared at her with a strange emotion in his face. It wasn't fear or shock. It was more like awe. Kitty sprawled out of her room and rushed forward.
"Mimic! What are you doing here!?"
Mimic growled at her and climbed onto the wall.
"Mimic?"
"Keety, you know zat zing?"
"Scott, blast it!" Logan growled.
Scott let loose a smaller blast, but it didn't reach her. It bounced off of her shield and spun elsewhere. A woman with white hair came into the hallway, as well as a man in a wheelchair.
"Don't hurt her, Mr. Logan!"
"Kitty, you know this creature?"
"Yes, she won't hurt us if we don't hurt her. Mimic!"
The thin line of sunlight was scraping over the floor. She slid to the ground and rubbed her head.
"Mmmm..." she groaned, looking at Kitty.
Jean was suddenly pushed against a wall, as were the others. Mimic crawled past them and stopped at the line of light. She crashed through the window and flew off, breathing harder than normal.