Disclaimer: My kingdom for X-men. But sadly I don't even own a kingdom so I
don't own X-men either. Poor me.
:
Drifters
:
Chapter 22: Lost and Found
:
If you were to ask one of the men or women in the small coffee shop who the mysterious person in the back booth was you would get two different answers. Young men would have said it was a young woman with flowing raven black hair, long legs dressed in a short skirt and a tight red turtleneck casually sipping her coffee and working on some important paper work for school or her job. Teenage girls and some young women would have seen a cute possibly single about early twenties perhaps young man, with a brown goatee and rustled hair dressed in a pair of baggy jeans and a sweat shirt sipping his coffee every so often writing down something on a yellow legal pad.
Jason Wyngard had been testing the full limits of his powers to see how far he could push his mutation and how many minds he could influence at once. He had found that he could make a little over a hundred people see one image he produced. And he began to grow board of it so he recently had been trying to make two different groups of people see two different things. It was no easy task that was for sure but he liked the challenge.
Jason had just taken another sip of his black coffee; no sugar or cream added he liked his coffee strong, when an elderly gentleman around his forties strolled in. It took all his will power to keep up his charade when he realized who it was he was looking at. His old friend you might say, Eric Lensherr.
Magnus walked into the small coffee shop dressed in his normal street cloths. It was nice every once and a while to go with out wearing that heavy armor, and helmet. Though it felt particularly odd to weight fifty pounds less then normal. He took a deep breath and inhaled the sweet sent of the coffee house. The smell of roasted coffee beans always seemed to relax him somehow.
Quietly and discreetly Jason began to pack up things. He didn't even dare to try and tamper with what Magnus saw him as because he knew the instant he entered his mind he would of known he was here. Or perhaps he already knew he was here? No he wouldn't Jason told himself he wasn't in his big bulky red armor. But even so if he were to have been spotted he wouldn't have gotten very far. Even with out his helmet Magnus still had incredibly strong mental walls.
Magnus didn't bother to look around this place. He knew what he would have seen. Humans. Normal humans that thought they were so much better them Mutants. And then he would see mutants hiding from the worthless humans. He had a sixth sense about him. He could sense mutants when they were close with out them showing their powers. It was just a feeling he got. Maybe it had something to do with his mutation or maybe it was just a feeling. But right at that moment he felt someone very familiar close by.
Trying to walk as normal as possible Jason made his way past a few tables and towards the door. Praying desperately that Magnus didn't notice him. The last job Magnus wanted him to do was brain wash his daughter and for his troubles he almost got killed and now walked with a limp in his right leg. Oh there was no way in heaven or hell he was going to do another job for Magneto.
A small chill ran down Eric's spine and a small smile crept up onto his lips. He was here. Jason was here and he was trying to escape. The fool. Eric decided to let him leave and then confront him. If he were to do it here then he would have a number of confrontations to deal with that he really didn't want to have right at the moment. Casually turning his back towards the door Eric carefully listened to hear Jason leave the coffee shop. It was pure luck that he had just decided to walk in here and as some sort of omen he found the object of his search.
Jason walked out of the coffee shop and took a deep breath as he released the minds he was holding. A huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. Before he quickly took off as far as he could away from Magnus, Jason checked his watch. 43 minutes. For 43 minutes he was able to hold up his charade. A new record for him. Knowing this he took off into the twilight. He was more accustomed to the dark of night but this would have to do. Just deciding to go with a simple disguise for once he made himself appear to be a young man about his twenties in a baggy blue sweat shirt and baggy jeans. It was actually the spitting image of himself when he was much younger.
Sensing that he was gone Magnus casually left the coffee shop that he had spent less then five minutes in. The streets looked almost desolate as he looked around for anyone that might be near by roaming the streets. By the looks of things this wasn't the safest of neighborhoods dumpsters and broken down cars scattered about the streets. The atmosphere was just fine with him, Magneto thought as he silently followed Jason's path. Hovering slightly above the ground so Jason didn't here him coming.
Taking a sharp turn around a corner into what looked like an empty alleyway a good seven blocks away from the coffee shop Jason took a quick look around the corner to see if he was being followed. Seeing that there was no one there he let out a sigh of relief then Jason took a long and deep breath. He made it. " I made it." Jason whispered under his breath with a small smile, the tension in his muscles slowly giving way.
" Not far enough I'm afraid Mr. Wyngard." A voice from behind said with out seeing the face of the voice Jason knew. He knew who it was and he froze instantly. He had been caught.
* * *
" GARCIA!" Trask yelled out in a blinding rage. " GARCIA!"
To say Trask was mad was a major understatement. Livid would have been a better word choice. " Private, Find me Captain Garcia." Trask yelled out to an unknown soldier. He stormed threw out the base camp they had set up in this pitifully small town and they had found no signs of any mutants what so ever. He had just looked over yesterday's reports and found something that sent his blood boiling. It would seem that two young teenagers one matching the description of one of the mutants they were after for years was let threw the security gates.
" Problem sir?" A cadet asked him as he walked by. Trask turned his head around abruptly and glared at the Cadet.
" Do I bloody look alright to you, Cadet?" Trask yelled out. It seemed that with this out burst the rest of the base seemed to freeze and watch what was going down.
Trembling the cadet shook his head. " No sir." He answered gulping down a lump deep in his throat.
" Then why bother asking." Trask growled threw his teeth. " Now find me Garcia." Trask ordered returning to his headquarters. The rest of the base stood still for a moment or two before returning to what they were doing before hand.
It had been nearly twenty minutes and Trask was all but fuming in his make shift office. Trying desperately not to lose his temper again. You know those sand stress balls that they sell almost everywhere now. Well Trask had so far broken two of them by over griping and was close to ruining the third when a tall blond man walked into Trask's office.
If possible Trask's frown deepened. " Where is Garcia?" Trask asked in an annoyed tone. The young blond solider looked terrified but stood tall with his arms at his side.
" Sir Captain Garcia was found dead in his tent a few minutes ago. It is so far unknown as to how he died but some of the men are estimating by the way his neck is bent it was broken. He was murdered sir." The young blond man informed him.
Trask gently set the blue stress ball down on the desk and stood up calmly. This was a surprise for him. Nothing ever surprised him; he always had the upper hand. The chair pushed away from the desk as he rose in all his evil glory and took a long deep breath for dramatic effect. " Tell the base to pack up. Were leaving."
" But sir." The nameless soldier tried to say.
" I want everyone who was on duty two nights ago at Post 4A to report to me after they have pack up. Understood?" Trask asked with a glare that dared the soldier to say anything but " Yes sir."
The soldier nodded then said, " Yes sir." And saluted Trask. Only after he did so did he realize his mistake when a sharp ice-cold sting came across his face.
" How many times must I inform you soldiers to never salute me?" Trask growled at the nitwit. He was never saluted and with good reason. He was head of the research department.
" Once sir." The solider answered in a loud militaristic tone.
" Then why must I repeat myself?" Trask asked with an infamous glare.
" Uh.I don't know sir." The soldier answered dumbly.
" That's why I'm in charge." Trask told him with a smirk. " Now get moving." Trask yelled out in a roaring voice. The soldier nodded and walked out of the office. Carefully rubbing his now red and burning cheek with the back of his hand.
" Jerk." He said under his breath as his blue eyes quickly flashed a bright yellow.
:
Authors Note: Hey I'm really sorry that this chapter took longer then I thought it would. But I ended up altering a few things around because it didn't exactly flow the way I wanted it too. So I did some cutting and pasting added in a few scenes and here we go. Hope everyone is doing a good job of coping with there first week back to school. At least I'm back to school this week. Hope you all liked the chapter.
:
Take Care, Rogue Star
:
Drifters
:
Chapter 22: Lost and Found
:
If you were to ask one of the men or women in the small coffee shop who the mysterious person in the back booth was you would get two different answers. Young men would have said it was a young woman with flowing raven black hair, long legs dressed in a short skirt and a tight red turtleneck casually sipping her coffee and working on some important paper work for school or her job. Teenage girls and some young women would have seen a cute possibly single about early twenties perhaps young man, with a brown goatee and rustled hair dressed in a pair of baggy jeans and a sweat shirt sipping his coffee every so often writing down something on a yellow legal pad.
Jason Wyngard had been testing the full limits of his powers to see how far he could push his mutation and how many minds he could influence at once. He had found that he could make a little over a hundred people see one image he produced. And he began to grow board of it so he recently had been trying to make two different groups of people see two different things. It was no easy task that was for sure but he liked the challenge.
Jason had just taken another sip of his black coffee; no sugar or cream added he liked his coffee strong, when an elderly gentleman around his forties strolled in. It took all his will power to keep up his charade when he realized who it was he was looking at. His old friend you might say, Eric Lensherr.
Magnus walked into the small coffee shop dressed in his normal street cloths. It was nice every once and a while to go with out wearing that heavy armor, and helmet. Though it felt particularly odd to weight fifty pounds less then normal. He took a deep breath and inhaled the sweet sent of the coffee house. The smell of roasted coffee beans always seemed to relax him somehow.
Quietly and discreetly Jason began to pack up things. He didn't even dare to try and tamper with what Magnus saw him as because he knew the instant he entered his mind he would of known he was here. Or perhaps he already knew he was here? No he wouldn't Jason told himself he wasn't in his big bulky red armor. But even so if he were to have been spotted he wouldn't have gotten very far. Even with out his helmet Magnus still had incredibly strong mental walls.
Magnus didn't bother to look around this place. He knew what he would have seen. Humans. Normal humans that thought they were so much better them Mutants. And then he would see mutants hiding from the worthless humans. He had a sixth sense about him. He could sense mutants when they were close with out them showing their powers. It was just a feeling he got. Maybe it had something to do with his mutation or maybe it was just a feeling. But right at that moment he felt someone very familiar close by.
Trying to walk as normal as possible Jason made his way past a few tables and towards the door. Praying desperately that Magnus didn't notice him. The last job Magnus wanted him to do was brain wash his daughter and for his troubles he almost got killed and now walked with a limp in his right leg. Oh there was no way in heaven or hell he was going to do another job for Magneto.
A small chill ran down Eric's spine and a small smile crept up onto his lips. He was here. Jason was here and he was trying to escape. The fool. Eric decided to let him leave and then confront him. If he were to do it here then he would have a number of confrontations to deal with that he really didn't want to have right at the moment. Casually turning his back towards the door Eric carefully listened to hear Jason leave the coffee shop. It was pure luck that he had just decided to walk in here and as some sort of omen he found the object of his search.
Jason walked out of the coffee shop and took a deep breath as he released the minds he was holding. A huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. Before he quickly took off as far as he could away from Magnus, Jason checked his watch. 43 minutes. For 43 minutes he was able to hold up his charade. A new record for him. Knowing this he took off into the twilight. He was more accustomed to the dark of night but this would have to do. Just deciding to go with a simple disguise for once he made himself appear to be a young man about his twenties in a baggy blue sweat shirt and baggy jeans. It was actually the spitting image of himself when he was much younger.
Sensing that he was gone Magnus casually left the coffee shop that he had spent less then five minutes in. The streets looked almost desolate as he looked around for anyone that might be near by roaming the streets. By the looks of things this wasn't the safest of neighborhoods dumpsters and broken down cars scattered about the streets. The atmosphere was just fine with him, Magneto thought as he silently followed Jason's path. Hovering slightly above the ground so Jason didn't here him coming.
Taking a sharp turn around a corner into what looked like an empty alleyway a good seven blocks away from the coffee shop Jason took a quick look around the corner to see if he was being followed. Seeing that there was no one there he let out a sigh of relief then Jason took a long and deep breath. He made it. " I made it." Jason whispered under his breath with a small smile, the tension in his muscles slowly giving way.
" Not far enough I'm afraid Mr. Wyngard." A voice from behind said with out seeing the face of the voice Jason knew. He knew who it was and he froze instantly. He had been caught.
* * *
" GARCIA!" Trask yelled out in a blinding rage. " GARCIA!"
To say Trask was mad was a major understatement. Livid would have been a better word choice. " Private, Find me Captain Garcia." Trask yelled out to an unknown soldier. He stormed threw out the base camp they had set up in this pitifully small town and they had found no signs of any mutants what so ever. He had just looked over yesterday's reports and found something that sent his blood boiling. It would seem that two young teenagers one matching the description of one of the mutants they were after for years was let threw the security gates.
" Problem sir?" A cadet asked him as he walked by. Trask turned his head around abruptly and glared at the Cadet.
" Do I bloody look alright to you, Cadet?" Trask yelled out. It seemed that with this out burst the rest of the base seemed to freeze and watch what was going down.
Trembling the cadet shook his head. " No sir." He answered gulping down a lump deep in his throat.
" Then why bother asking." Trask growled threw his teeth. " Now find me Garcia." Trask ordered returning to his headquarters. The rest of the base stood still for a moment or two before returning to what they were doing before hand.
It had been nearly twenty minutes and Trask was all but fuming in his make shift office. Trying desperately not to lose his temper again. You know those sand stress balls that they sell almost everywhere now. Well Trask had so far broken two of them by over griping and was close to ruining the third when a tall blond man walked into Trask's office.
If possible Trask's frown deepened. " Where is Garcia?" Trask asked in an annoyed tone. The young blond solider looked terrified but stood tall with his arms at his side.
" Sir Captain Garcia was found dead in his tent a few minutes ago. It is so far unknown as to how he died but some of the men are estimating by the way his neck is bent it was broken. He was murdered sir." The young blond man informed him.
Trask gently set the blue stress ball down on the desk and stood up calmly. This was a surprise for him. Nothing ever surprised him; he always had the upper hand. The chair pushed away from the desk as he rose in all his evil glory and took a long deep breath for dramatic effect. " Tell the base to pack up. Were leaving."
" But sir." The nameless soldier tried to say.
" I want everyone who was on duty two nights ago at Post 4A to report to me after they have pack up. Understood?" Trask asked with a glare that dared the soldier to say anything but " Yes sir."
The soldier nodded then said, " Yes sir." And saluted Trask. Only after he did so did he realize his mistake when a sharp ice-cold sting came across his face.
" How many times must I inform you soldiers to never salute me?" Trask growled at the nitwit. He was never saluted and with good reason. He was head of the research department.
" Once sir." The solider answered in a loud militaristic tone.
" Then why must I repeat myself?" Trask asked with an infamous glare.
" Uh.I don't know sir." The soldier answered dumbly.
" That's why I'm in charge." Trask told him with a smirk. " Now get moving." Trask yelled out in a roaring voice. The soldier nodded and walked out of the office. Carefully rubbing his now red and burning cheek with the back of his hand.
" Jerk." He said under his breath as his blue eyes quickly flashed a bright yellow.
:
Authors Note: Hey I'm really sorry that this chapter took longer then I thought it would. But I ended up altering a few things around because it didn't exactly flow the way I wanted it too. So I did some cutting and pasting added in a few scenes and here we go. Hope everyone is doing a good job of coping with there first week back to school. At least I'm back to school this week. Hope you all liked the chapter.
:
Take Care, Rogue Star