Part II
"Oh please there is no way Christian can be a mutant." I roll my eyes, "mutations manifest themselves during adolescence, and he is in his 30's"
His voice comes harsh over the phone "You know that the cases were mutations begin in full grown people have doubled in the past year."
"To three, so I guess you are right," I say sarcastically, "but then again I am the headmistress of the Xavier Institute and their primary telepath, meaning I am one of the only ones that can track and know when new mutants come into being. And also dear Winston these cases with "late bloomers" have come with families where no one else has shown mutant capabilities, dead genes if you will. And Christian comes from a family where his three siblings already are mutants or in Adrianne's case were."
My tone becomes cold, "So thank you for the information, I will look into it, oh and before I forget SIR, don't ever contact me again if I need anything else from you as far as information I will get in touch with you, Good Evening." I hang up the phone before he can say anything else. I bet he is cursing me at this moment, and it brings a smile to my face, still I better check this rumor about my brother.
I head down to the lower levels of the mansion. The underground complex is where the real base of the X-men is located. There is also where you can find Cerebra. It is a mutant tracking system. It amplifies a psychic's powers ten times. Only experienced telepaths are able to use it, since it can be quite deadly to an inexperienced mind. On the way there I pass my new star pupil, Rachel Grey. Rachel is Scott's daughter with Jean Grey from another timeline, long story. We did not really get along until recently now I see in her a future I could never see for me.
"Hello Emma, you seem in a hurry," she says to me.
"I am dear, sort of a personal mission," I reply.
I see a glimmer in her eye, "Anything I can help with?"
She means well but this is something I have to do alone, "No dear, just a little look around in Cerebra that's all"
Almost disappointed she tells me "Ok well good night."
I hate to lie to her. The progress we have made is amazing. Still it is better to keep things under wraps. After a quick retinal scan the door opens. I sit in the chair and put the helmet on my head. Scanning the area of Massachusetts, there are too many impressions; I will have to narrow my search to Snow Valley. Five mutant signatures are detected. That is a lot better. Two signals are coming from the same place, Snow Valley Pavilion, which is the Mental Asylum my brother was placed in. Ok let's see the identity of these darlings. One is a doctor and the other is blocked to me. That only happens when it is a strong telepath, in this machine only Xavier could block me, or in most cases when the mutants are siblings they are immune to each others powers. Simple I will just take over the body of someone not really using it…
I see through the eyes of some poor misguided soul who has been locked inside his own mind. Since his body is rather empty there was no problem doing that. His motor functions are a little harder to get a hold of. Ok we are finally walking, good thing I do not need to talk through him. Verbal function is a lot harder than people think. Alright if Cerebra is right he is just down the hall. How convenient the guard is asleep. Such great care they take of their patients. Fourth door on the right, opened lets step inside. What I see is a surprise. It is in fact Christian strapped to the bed. The shock is enough to knock me back into my own body. I realize that I have to go see him but I am too drained for that today.
I head back to my room. Scott is there, waiting for me.
"Where were you?" he asks worried.
"Just around my dear, do not worry about it. We will talk about it later I am just to tired right now." I tell him as I barely make it to the bed.
"Are you alright?" his voice sounds so concerned.
"Yes, I am fine just tire long day you know. By the way dear tomorrow I will be going to visit an old friend, I hope you don't mind." I tell him as I snuggle into his chest. I do not even hear his response I just gladly meet the emptiness of sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED…