Malts shoulders shook from silent sobs. "F-Fox left" she said Logan stood up. "I need to go get her, she can't leave the mansion" Logan patted Malts shoulder "I'm coming too" Malt said simply and stood up. Logan marveled at her daring "Alright, we'll take a jet we need Storm." Logan went over to the wall and pressed a button. "Hello?" Storms voice sounded groggily over the intercom.
"Storm, Fox is gone Malt and I need a jet." There was a pause "I'll meet you two down there" Malt turned "Where's 'there'?" she asked. Logan broke into a grin and pressed a big red button. The wall hissed and opened before them, revealing a slide. Malt's jaw dropped "After you" Logan said pushing her forward. Malt yelled out as she slid down the chrome slide. There were many twists and sudden drops that Malt thought she was going to be sick.
She landed with an 'oof' on the floor. Logan came next and landed gracefully and show-offy on his feet. She kicked him down and stood on his wrists. "What the fuck was that and where are we??" Logan laughed. "Don't you ever show any other emotion, like crying or something?" Malt asked getting off his writs. "I never cry and I doubt a kid like you could ever make me" Malt crossed her arms, a door hissed open and Storm appeared in her uniform. "Wicked" Malt said glancing at it.
Malt buckled herself in firmly as Logan and Storm took the controls. "I got some coordinates from the professor. She didn't get that far. She hopped a train and is now in the southern part of Main." They took off into the sunset. Malt bounced with the jet as they rode in silence. Her mind began to drift
She heard her name being called and she groaned and sat up. She opened the door to her 'room'. It was the hall linen closet, she slept underneath the towels. She automatically went to the kitchen and turned on the stove. "MALT!!" someone screamed. She ran down the hall to Bertha's room. "Yes?" she asked sticking her head in. "Bring me my food and feed Bernie." She crossed over to the crib and lifted the baby boy out. Back in the kitchen she strapped him in to his chair. She pealed and cut him a banana. She smiled as he squealed in delight. Then, she opened the icebox and pulled out the bacon. She threw some onto the hot skillet and began making coffee. She began to hear a coughing; she whirled around and saw Bernie's face red. He was choking! She ran over and began to pat his back. An odd smell reached her nose, the bacon! She looked at Bernie's now purple face and the smoking stove.
She extended a hand and made the skillet rattle; it lifted up and moved toward her, stopping a few inches away. She stuck her finger down Bernie's throat and pulled out the hunk of banana. She hugged him as he returned to normal color. His pudgy, banana filled arms snaked up hers "Wuv 'Alt" he said. Her heart filled with glee. "Well, well' well" a voce said behind her. She saw what was wrong; she had left the pan floating. Bertha grabbed her hair and yanked her out of the kitchen. "What have I told you about displaying your freakiness in front of the baby?" she yelled. Malt didn't say anything, there was no point. The blows began at her face. "Huh? When I took you in out of the goodness of my heart, I didn't know you were a freak." Malt was on the ground now, Bertha still had her hair. "And now you want to scar my baby boy when you do that stuff?" Blows now were on her back. "You are a freak!" Her words were drowned out by the blood rushing in Malt's ears. The blows stopped. "Give him a bath, no funny business or I'll use the bard wire again. Malt winced; she still had tender cuts around her chest from the last time.
"Come on Big boy, so big." Malt said Bernie lifted his arms and she lifted his shirt off. She reached down and unlaced his shoes and then she turned to the counter to get his favorite bubble bath and toys. "Look, Malt Shoe swim!" he crowed happily prodding the drenched shoe. "Oh Bernie!" she said lifting it up. WACK! There was a hard blow across her face and she hit the ground. Bertha had come in and seen her holding the wet shoe. "You freak! Those were his new shoes." Blows began again but they were sharp, looking up she saw she was holding the meat tenderizer. "Malt?" she head in a whimper. Bernie kept saying her name like a chant "Malt, Malt, Malt"
The voice was deeper "Malt, Malt" She opened her eyes. She was on the floor. Logan and Storm stood over her. "I'm fine" we're the first words out of her mouth. "I must have dozed off." She started to sit up but Logan stopped her. "Dozed off? You we're screaming." Storms eyes we're filled with concern. "Logan, take her back to the bed, I need to talk to Jean." She put her head set on and shut the door that connected the cockpit to the rest of the jet. He lifted her up. "Hey I said I was fine" she said but she didn't struggle. He set her down and sat next to her.
More from me-pant pant pant Hope you like chaps wont always be this long, there is nothing to do today. R/R