Chapter 5: The Offer
"I can help you find Breeze."
Wolverine never expected those words from a young boy that stood calmly before the X-Men.
"How can we be sure you know where she is?" Bobby asked suspiciously.
"I'm her cousin."
Wolverine did a double take at the boy in front of him. They did not look alike at all. He had short brown hair and brown eyes, while Breeze had greyish white hair and blue green eyes. Breeze was muscular and toned, while the boy was plain skinny. However, the air and manner that surrounded the boy seemed to contain a small essence of Breeze's own confidence and perfection.
"Her cousin?" Wolverine repeated, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "What is your name?"
"Galahad."
"Galahad, wasn't he one of Arthur's Knights? The Knights of the Round Table?"
Galahad shot Bobby a dirty look. "Yes, I was named after him." He replied bitterly. He was silent for only a moment. "So, do you guys want my help or not?"
"Well, we don't' know where else to go..." Bobby whispered thoughtfully to Wolverine.
"You know Breeze?!" Cyclops suddenly yelled, snapping out of his previous trance-like state. Grabbing Galahad by the shoulders, he shook him vigorously. "Where is she?" A split second later, Cyclops collapsed on the ground and began to cry.
"Cyclops, are you alright?" Rogue cried as she and Bobby helped to pick him up. "Uh...sorry about that Galahad, it's..."
"It's alright." Galahad interrupted. "He isn't the first person she's saved. They all have, similar reactions. Now, I shall be glad to take you to Breeze, if you'd be so kind to give me and my bike a ride."
"Here we are." Galahad said cheerfully as the car pulled off the main road and onto a narrow gravel road. "Home sweet home."
"You live with Breeze?" Wolverine raised an eyebrow as he unloaded the bicycle from the trunk.
"With our grandmother." Galahad said simply as he took the bicycle. "Excuse me, I'm going to put my bike back into the shed and let my grandma know you're here." With that, the boy rode around the corner of the house and disappeared.
Cyclops survived the house, being the last to get out of the car. Now matter how hard he tried he still could not shake the memory of himself coming back from the dead. The first thing he had seen was Breeze standing over him, part of her face hiding in shadow, her silvery hair glittering in the afternoon sun. She had looked like an angel. Cyclops certainly didn't expect her to be living in a place like the house he faced now. It looked so—ordinary. Sure, the pretty little white house looked old but well-kept, but it certainly didn't seem like a house that Breeze would live in.
Screams and shouts could be heard from inside the house. There were two voices—one was unmistakably Galahad, the other voice belonged to a lady.
"I'm guessing they're arguing about us." Bobby said as he and Rogue followed Cyclops and Wolverine onto the wooden front porch.
As if on cue, the door opened a crack. "Get out." The elderly woman barked. "I don't know why you're here, or what you want with me and my grandchildren, but I want you off my property. Now."
"But grandma!" Galahad tried to protest.
Cyclops started to speak. "We're actually friends of Breeze, sort of uh..Mrs...uh..."
"Chan."
"Mrs. Chan." Cyclops continued. "My name is uh, Scott. We are the—"
"No!" Mrs. Chan interrupted. "I told you before, I want you off my property!"
Wolverine put his foot into the path of the closing door. "Look lady, we came here because Galahad invited us. He knows..."
"I told you before, get out, GET OUT!" Mrs. Chan's eyes burned with hatred. "I know who you are, go away before I call the police."
A sharp voice echoed throughout the house. "Grandma!"
The door stopped moving, along with Cyclop's heart.
"Let them in Grandma." It was Breeze.
"But my dear..."
"Let them in Grandma. They are friends."
With no other choice, Mrs. Chan reluctantly took a step back and flung open the door, revealing the girl standing on the stairs.
Cyclops felt his heart skip a beat. Wolverine felt a lump in his throat. Bobby and Rogue felt nothing but numbness and confusion.
The girl on the staircase wasn't Breeze. Or was she?
Author's Note: I apologize for not writing in AGES. I've probably lost all of my readers now, but to those of you still reading this, thank you! I plan to finish this fanfic, even if it takes me ten years. Hope that you will continue reading and commenting on my work. Thank you!