Mutant's International

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men characters or plots, I am just a Fan Fiction writer. Any coincidence of plots that I have not yet seen in the movies is regretted. Please, Please, Please forgive my spelling, I did my best. I've just come up with an idea that might work for the Telepathy speak. I know this isn't an original Idea, I'm going to do my best.

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Chapter Two.

After a few minutes of watching the other teens Exile sighed. Now she knew, but for now she was going to keep her distance and watch them quietly. She got of the swing, and started to walk off in the direction of her home. She was by no means a slow walker, but she wasn't jogging, or doing a fast walk for her. She decided she'd take a scenic route home. She didn't notice a rather average man follow her. An average man that's eyes momentarily flash yellow.

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The Professor frowned. He seemed to concentrate on something other than the conversation he was having with Kitty and Nightcrawler.

"Professor?" Kitty asked. Looking at him concerned.

"Um...oh sorry Kitty my mind was somewhere else, what did you say?"

"I was asking what you thought of having a party on Saturday."

"Well..."

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Exile was about half way to her home in a bit of a secluded part. She had been aware of the man following her. She speeded up her walk slightly. The man mirrored. She stooped and did her shoe lace. The man slowed. That was it all she needed, she'd got a stalker. They were common in this area, and she didn't know whether she should be flattered. Or whether she should run for her life. The latter was usually suggested, but she was rubbish at running. She thought she'd faked with her shoelace long enough the man and caught up with her, she stood up slowly and quickly swerved round ready to hit the man with a chop on his shoulder.

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"Nightcrawler, Your tails showing!" Bobby hissed as he and the rest made their way for a 'school-type' bus. Nightcrawler looked round and quickly got his tail under his coat.

"Thank you." He whispered his voice laced with his German accent. He climbed aboard the bus and sat down on a free bench, Bobby walked up and plonked down next to Rogue, giving her a cheerful grin.

Logan started the bus. And with the aid of Storm map reading he edged the bus back toward the Professor's friend's house. The Professor, with the help of Scott was seated next to Nightcrawler, as his wheelchair was put on a storage space, so it didn't get in the way.

Nightcrawler, Kurt Wagner, was a bit distant. Maybe a little more so than usual. The Professor looked sideways at his bench companion. And his eyes surveyed the worried expression on what you could see of Kurt's face. Nightcrawler was wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, a long coat, boot and trousers that came over them, he also wore some gloves, even though it was a hot day, Nightcrawler as was usual, had covered up as much as possible of his skin.

"Something is troubling you?" Xavier asked. He put on a look of the right amount of sympathy.

"Someone was watching us." Nightcrawler said turning his head as if afraid they were still watching.

"I think lots of people saw us."

"No I mean someone was paying direct attention to us."

"You mean the girl?"

"Yes, it was a girl. On a swing."

"Yes, I know." The Professor smiled. Nightcralwer looked at him surprised.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because, Things are fitting together."

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Exile woke up in a dark warehouse like place. Her hands where tied and she was on the floor. Her jaw hurt very badly, as far as she could recall the man had turned into a woman, a blue woman with yellow eyes. The shock had stalled her from hitting them, and before she knew it the woman knocked her out. Exile began to struggle against her bonds.

"I wouldn't try to do that if I where you." A teenage male voice called out. Or at least the voice belonging to someone that was either a late teen or early twenties male. As he stepped into view Exile could see him probably. He was much taller than she was, but then again, so many where.

"Why wouldn't you? Is it what kidnapped people do? Try to escape?" Exile snarled. She'd met this person all of 5 seconds and already didn't like them.

"Well, That is what they do, but Mystique went to so much trouble to tie you." The boy's voice was laced with sarcasm.

"Well, either you or her, or any other people are quite welcome to untie me, before I get really annoyed." Exile said, in a sickly sweet voice as her fingers undid one of the knots.

"I wouldn't do that if I where you either." A different voice joined them and an elder man walked into light, followed by what Exile guessed to be Mystique. The elder man was wearing a, helmet. Somekind of helmet that stopped her telepathic powers, for she was reading nothing from him.

Mystique came behind her and locked on some handcuffs good and tight. GREAT! Now she was never going to get out of it.

"Exile is it?" Magneto asked, sneering a little as he pulled up a chair and sat down.

Exile stared at him as if trying to 'suss' him out. "What's it to you?" she asked in a clear crisp voice.

"Well, it would be terrible if we got the wrong person, and of course it matters as we want you to join us."

"I don't join maniacs, especially maniacs that I don't know the names of, and recruit via kidnapping." Exile retorted. She snapped shut her jaw, it was extremely painful, but she wasn't going to give them the benefaction of seeing her in pain.

"Ah do forgive me. I am Magneto, the young man here is Pyro. And I believe you have already met Mystique."

Exile didn't answer she just nodded her head as if granting them permission to continue.

"We'd like you to join us in our course. To help all the people of our kind, Mutants."

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Logan drove the bus up the lane to the Professor's friend's house. He parked the bus and went to help get the Professor in his chair and down onto the pavement of his friend's front garden.

Cheerily the children chattered about the park trip and got of, various members of the teens that had had to wear something to keep from showing there mutation in the park, shed the extra bit of surplus clothing they wouldn't normally wear. Nightcrawler got out after the Professor, took off his coat, hat, gloves and shades. Followed everyone into the house. However in the back of his mind, he could sense that there was something wrong terribly wrong. With that girl in the park.

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Exile listened with patience to Magneto's story and with each part told, she grew more and more hateful of him. Pyro seemed to enjoy watching her squirm. Just as soon as Magneto had finished, she looked at him with grave eyes.

"I don't think I'll join thank you, and if you'd release me I'll be on my way."

"Oh, but we can't do that."

"Can't do what?"

"We can't release you."

"Why not?"

"Because then you'd know were we are." Magneto got up to go and he and the others retreated into the shadows. Some cold air got in and settled onto Exile. She shivered. And thought back to the children in the park. If they were like her, one of them had to be Telepathic!

::PLEASE HELP ME, I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED BY MAGNETO!:: Exile closed her eyes and sent the message screaming to the people she'd seen that afternoon.

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::PLEASE HELP ME, I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED BY MAGNETO!::

Professor Charles Xavier sat bolt upright in his bed. The scream repeated itself, someone was calling for help...

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I know, two chapters in one day, what can I say I was motivated!

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