The next morning there was a loud banging on the door, for both Twist and for the scared students of the mansion.
For the residents of the institute the guest at the door was Connor, the friend of the girl they were all so worried about. For Twist, it was Blaze, yelling at her to wake up and dress in borrowed clothes.
Chiara answered the door, seeing Connor and stopped. A few moments of forced conversation entailed, before Connor was allowed inside. The institute was scarily quiet whilst Chiara led him into the kitchen where a dishevelled Silence sat, staring at an empty mug. Chiara coughed and promptly disappeared, looking upset.
"Umn...Are you alright?" Connor asked, dumping his bag on the floor. The blond didn't move for a few moments, before moving his gaze to the kitchen clock, then sliding it over to Connor.
"No." he said quietly, trying to keep himself from hurting something.
Connor frowned, glanced at the clock. "I came to visit my friend...She's called Twist, you wouldn't happen to know where I found her, would you?" he asked, feeling it would be best to find Twist quickly.
The other guys' eyes flared, glaring at him. "Don't talk about her!!" he half shouted and then regretted it. A deafening silence filled the room, and then he spoke again, more subdued this time. "I'm sorry...Are you her friend, Connor?"
Somewhat taken aback, Connor swallowed and nodded. "That I am. Who're you and what's wrong with Twist?" he asked, immediately worried something had happened.
Silence's body cringed as he heard her name. "I'm Silence Michaels..." he mumbled, then took a deep breath. "Feannan was taken from us...From me." he murmured, choking on the words almost. "She was asleep in my room...When I woke up she'd disappeared...Magneto took her." he crumbled again.
"Why?" Connor asked, hoarse. He didn't even want to know why Twist was in this guy's room. Silence blinked.
"I don't know!! I just want her back!" Connor cringed and backed away.
"I'll leave you to it, then..."
Twist was much the same, the illusion of last night having worn off. She was cold and lonely now, wanting Silence. Even though Blaze had banged on her door, she'd already been awake and thinking about how to get out of there.
Blaze burst in, talking rapidly at her, throwing a bunch of black and red clothes her way. "Are you listening?!"
"When do I get to go home?" Twist asked quietly, raising her eyes to look at Blaze's violent red hair and tanned skin.
Blaze rolled her eyes. "You have to talk to Magneto about that one I'm afraid." she said, motioning towards the clothes. "Get dressed. We're going somewhere."
The door clanged shut, making Twist feel even more imprisoned. Slowly, she got up and put on dark red trousers, and a thin, low cut shirt. She shoved her feet into the boots that appeared in her room over night, along with the jacket she pulled over her arms.
She forced the door open and walked down the corridor to where she could hear voices.
"Ah. Twist," Shivering, she folded her arms over her chest, glaring at Magneto.
"When do I get to go home?" she asked, not liking the people staring at her.
There was silence in the room and Twist shivered again, freezing in Blaze's clothes.
"Soon enough," Magneto told her, sounding calm. He cast a glance to the people standing in the room. Twist looked at them briefly and frowned, her gaze lingering who seemed the youngest, a guy with dark hair leaning against a wall, flicking a lighter.
"You're lying. Let me go," Twist told him, her eyes matching her shirt, now. Pyro stopped the flicking, watching her.
"I hardly think you're the one to make demands here, Twist," Magneto told her, lowering his piercing gaze to hers. She frowned. "Now, as soon as you've done a few things for me, then you can go home."
Note: Sorry it took me a while, hope you like it...I don't. Next chapter soonish...I hope. Lol.