Sorry it took me so long to update. I had the idea, just not the drive to write it down. As we read, I'm cracking down on my next idea. Enjoy, tiny chipmunks. Enjoy and review.
One a.m. The phone rang and Erik Lensherr compulsively picked it up.
"Magnus, baby," a slick female voice chided. "Seen the news lately, darling?"
"Yes," he responded, recognizing the voice. "Little fight between some mutants and the Friend of Humanity. The mutants were a few of Charles' new acquisitions and two of his regulars."
"Did you hear about the collateral damage? Crumpled wrought iron furniture? That's a pretty powerful telekinetic you let slip through your grasp." The woman on the other end was subtly mocking him.
"It wasn't my choice to let her go. I struck a deal and I won't go back on my word."
The woman clicked her tongue. "Seems to me that you would have his loyalty if you just kept her close."
"And force her to attack her uncle?" Erik scoffed, glaring at the receiver. "I refuse to sink that low."
"Whatever you say hot stuff. But when the storm rolls around, you're going to wish you had all of those girls on your side and not just three."
"What do you have planned?" He was supremely curious.
She laughed. "Oh, it's not what I have planned but what the world will finally do to those so loyal to it. Their people will reject them and I just wish that they had somewhere safe to go."
"I don't understand why you keep contacting me," he replied, bewildered and sinking into a high backed chair.
"Because you alone have gained the sight to see them. That Professor doesn't have a clue for all his great power and prowess. Of the two of you, only you can see what's going on. Look for the sign on the horizon, the burning symbol of the pain that mortals have inflicted on us. Don't forget." The phone clicked off and all he heard was a dull tone declaring the line dead. Reaching out, he flicked on the TV just to hear the report reiterated by the same reporter.
"And again, there has been a conflict between a group of mutants and humans at the Bayville Mall tonight," a pretty blonde reporter declared. "Several bystanders described that the human group seemed normal enough, but the mutant group had several distinguishing features. The tallest female wore a sleeveless white trench-coat and was said to be the perpetrator behind some wrecked property. One other female had white streaks in her hair that many teenagers present said that 'she looked familiar but they couldn't name her.' Bayville police are on the look for these teens for questioning. That's the latest at the latest. I'm Trish Tillby, signing off."
He turned of the TV and shook his head muttering, "The sign on the horizon..."
Element of mystery. And plot. This actually ties into my plot. JOY!!