Mutant's International
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Chapter Three
How long had it been? Exile looked around her at her damp conditions. How long had it been since she sent out her distress call? Were they ever going to come?
Exile could see nothing of the outside world. Three meals per day. And always under guard. Pyro, that's the guy, She really was beginning to hate Pyro and rapidly working her way up to despising him. Why could her mutation be more useful than telepathy, the best she could do was scream in his head while eating chicken soup and then he only laughed at her. Showing off with his stupid lighter!
Every once in a while Magneto would either visit to comment on the bad news in the newspaper, only to yet again be told that she didn't trust the media and preferred to read the cartoons unless something caught her eye. Or Mystique with a device that helped her increase Exile's power. Which according to them was pretty powerful for a young girl. Exile's senses were taken to the edge of pain and she racked with convulsions from the thoughts. She was starting to resent humans and their thoughts just rubbish and it hurt her so much! No! No she would NOT resent humans that's what Magneto wants for her to resent humans and join him. She wasn't going to give him any satisfaction. How could she resent humans? When humans were put to their extremes they were both Powerful and Beautiful, they had protection instincts that showed how much they cared. How could she resent people like her mother? She could easily resent her father, but she wouldn't want to, even he deserved better than resentment.
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"Are you sure?" Storm looked at him with concern written over her features.
"Yes, There is a girl out there caught by Magneto and she's in trouble." Charles Xavier looked around at the team as they sat in the living room. All the children had decided to go "Rambling" in the surrounding private property.
"You heard a person asking for help at night, caughtn't it be some kind of trick? A ploy to get us out in the open?" Scott asked, clasping his hands as he sat next to Storm on the couch, with Logan in a corner leaning against it with a cigar in his mouth, thinking. Nightcrawler looking anxious from a chair the other side of the Professor.
"I'm sure it wasn't a ploy. This girl must be alone. Recently I have been hearing some of her thoughts more loudly than others. She's looking for someone like her. She can't control her power, she can't drown out peoples thoughts. We must find her."
"I agree, who knows what Magneto could be doing to her." Nightcrawler said, unexpectantly, the rest of the group stared at him.
"Thank you." The Professor smiled briefly. He turned to Logan.
"What do you think Logan?"
"I think it's a bit risky. I don't like it. Like Scott said it could be a ploy."
The Professor inclined his head, acknowledging the hesitation of his team. Storm sat on an edge of her seat.
"How old is she Professor?"
"I'd place her at 15..."
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Exile looked with veminous hate at the device that had been left in the room with her, She shuffled so that she was facing the bar that was attached to her handcuffs captifing her. She closed her eyes. It was morning. She hated mornings, even without the device. She would wake from joyous, silent sleep to the world assaulting her senses with thoughts and feelings. Visions of people rushed all over her eyes. The green eyes showed pain as Pyro came in. He smirked. Good, she was in pain, that was Good.
"It's not good!" Exile burst out.
"What's not good?" Pryo asked taken aback, she'd never invited conversation with him.
"It's not good that I'm in pain! I've been in pain ever since I was 12 and you're smirking because you're heightening that pain!!" She sat up a little straighter to relieve her of some pain in her spine, her head ached and there was no relief for that.
"Don't you ever get tired of defying us? Come on, join us. We can put a stop to your pain, all you have to say is yes!"
"No." Exile said quietly but definitely. She closed her eyes, and started up an chant. A Telepathic call of help, repeating over and over again.
::Help me, Please.::
::Help me, Please.::
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The voice was quieter than it had been the other night, but Charles Xavier still heard it. She was in great pain. She was helplessly asking for help. Like a small child. Because that was what she was, a small child, helpless and in pain.
"We must go for her." The Professor said, He looked around everyone. And they knew that he was right.
"Do you know where she is?"
"I'm afraid not. But we must find her. Help her."
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Bobby and Rogue looked around, they couldn't see the others. They where sure that the others had been following. The day was sunny and there were autumn leaves all over the forest floor and roof. Bobby smirked.
"You think it was too rough for them?"
"No, I'm sure they'll be here." Rogue smiled and looked around. England was beautiful. Just like those movies you saw. But she was learning fast that it wasn't completely like the movies.
She and Bobby found a fallen log and sat down. Waiting patiently for the others.
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Exile was left alone, silently keeping up her cry. She rocked silently back at forth. Her eyes shut tightly, she didn't want to open them. Every time she opened them, she was afraid that Mangeto or Mystique or Pyro were going to be there. She silently kept up her chant.
::Help me, Please.::
::Help me, Please.::
::Help me, Please.::
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