Ok ok, so this is the first story I started "officially" working on, but it's not the first one I've posted. I would REALLY APPRECIATE REVIEWS! (PLEASE!)
I don't own any of the original characters, the mansion, or the places written about --well, most of them, I do rule a select portion of the world discretely... WAHAHAH!—that are used in this story. The character Mari, also, belongs to AKA: Amara Lewis.
As always, I apologize for grammatical/spelling errors.
Professor Charles Xavier sighed and sat back in his wheelchair. What to do, what to do? He removed the helmet, cutting off his connection with cerebro. The patterns of the mutant, or mutants he'd been following had been erratic, and now he could find no trace of them.
He'd been first checking on Storm's location when he couldn't reach her cell phone while she was away for a few weeks, when he'd sensed, or rather came in contact with, the two. Their power was shockingly immense, and he almost mistook them for ones of the brotherhood before he'd realized that the two were female.
He'd been tracking them for several weeks now, and their sudden disappearance disturbed him. Could Eric Lehnsherr, otherwise known as Magneto, have gotten a hold of them?
He exited the enormous gray circular room with an uneasy sense of dread. He wasn't sure why, but he felt as if he should find them. Not a greedy or haughty man by nature, he had no intension of using them, if they were willing to at least talk with him, but he felt as if he should reach them before Eric had, for Charles knew all too clearly what his intensions for the duo were.
"Are you ok, Professor?" Ororo asked when she saw him. He realized that his anxiety over the pair was showing on his face. He smiled at her.
"Yes, I'm quite fine, thank you Ororo." She gave him a warm smile and continued down the hallway to her room. The school was warm, the constant clamor and talk of the students seemed to calm him and make him in the end believe that everything would be all right. Students passed him with greetings and smiles. He knew everyone as personally as he was able, keeping the firm belief that the more that he stayed connected to the children, the easier it was to reach them, not to mention convey the lessons he taught.
He did have a long day, filled with many unexpected, but anticipated events. You would be severely wrong and mighty naive if you thought everything ran smoothly at an institute for mutant children, most just learning how to harness their abilities. Many had been runaways and outcasts, and the school the only place they were accepted. Running away or thrown out of their homes out of fear from their friends and family, the government on some of their heels. This is why he created this school, to see that the kids were safe and at home.
He decided that he shouldn't worry about this today, and talk to the others tomorrow. The kids were getting ready for bed, and so were they.
"What's the matter?" Jean asked, coming into the room, Logan behind her. There was a slight hint of curiosity in her voice, as if she anticipated something. Logan just looked annoyed.
"Sit down," the Professor gestured to them to take a seat at one of the green couches situated in his office. They sat. Jean obviously took the spot next to her fiancé, Logan stood.
"I've come in contact with two very powerful mutants a few weeks ago while using Cerebro, and I'm afraid of what might happen to them," he started.
"What do you mean?" asked Storm, sitting delicately on the relatively overstuffed couch near the window, by a silent Kurt.
"It means that if Eric happens to stumble upon these two, then he would no doubt do anything in his power to get them on his side. We, I feel, have to reach them beforehand." The professor looked grave.
"Where are the mutants now?" asked Logan, who usually stayed content listening but often joined in when he felt he should, or if there was an argument going on.
They all turned to look at him, then the Professor.
"That's what worries me, I can't find them, I fear that they're already in the hands of Magneto." The professor put on a grave face. "I would like Jean, Storm, Kurt and Scott to try to find them. Last I checked, they were somewhere in Indiana, I think in a little town called Greenfield, near Indianapolis."
"What do we do if or when we find them? Will they be willing to cooperate?" asked Scott seriously.
"I don't know, but they are extremely powerful, be careful. If they know you're looking for them, they might do something rash that could endanger you, them, others, or bring them to Magneto's attention. Be careful and good luck."
The four departed. Logan looked thoughtfully after them.
"Why don't I ever get to go on these kinds of missions?"
"Because," the Professor answered truthfully, "I'm afraid you might make the situation worse. As all of us are aware, your people skills are a little less than first-rate."
With that witticism on the matter, Charles wheeled out of the room with a slight smile as Logan let out a bark of laughter.
Two figures stood in stony silence, black umbrellas sheltering them from the pouring rain. The flowers resting on the grave plaque in front of them were being bombarded with droplets the size of quarters as thunder rolled in the near distance. The echoing shish of the rain was the only other thing to be head.
One girl, barely making 5'1" in height turned away and headed back to the ford explorer several hundred meters away. Her waist long wavy dark brown hair was damp and clung to well defined and high cheekbones under large and incredibly deep and expressive pure emerald eyes that could tell, or in the instance now, hide so much. She had high arched eyebrows and a straight and pointed nose that came close to looking too long for her face. Her beautifully sculpted lips were full and so distinct in their own color and her naturally dark tanned completion so smooth that there was hardly need for any type of makeup. Her figure was a rare thing, so close to perfect for one her size. She had, in her standards, fairly long legs that diminished all hint of stockiness; as the woman walked, she seemed to glide.
The other woman, well over a head taller than her companion turned to look at her before following. Her long legs soon closed the distance between the two. She was a tad lanky, but that only added to her graceful gate. She was as beautiful as a sunrise; for that's what one could mistake her as the personification of such a stunning sight. Her natural radiance seemed to pervade and demean the rain and dreariness around her. She had a Greek look about her, which stood out in her face, lush lips, again with perfect shade and upturned eyes that slightly resembled those of a cat's with the amber hue to them. She brushed her bright orange, shoulder length feathered hair from her face as she slid into the driver's seat.
"Kara, you ok?" the orange haired woman asked.
The other looked up. "Yeah." She said quietly. "Let's get out of here."
The Explorer slowly made its way down the gravely path.
"Do ya wan ta talk 'bout it?" the orange-haired woman asked.
"No sense in re-living the past, Mari." Kara said, a statement that served its purpose to effectively end the conversation.
Mari continued to drive, and the pressing silence remained. She hated silence, so she effectively solved the problem by turning on the radio. Flipping through the channels, she soon found a channel she liked. Martina McBride sang at her fullest one of her greatest hits on the countdown. Mari smiled and broke into song as the chorus came. She well outmatched Martina in vocal ability, but chose not to use it to become famous but rather to attract men at the many bars she and Kara visited on girls' nights out all over the country. As she didn't have the stunning talent to dance like a goddess, Kara's side, she sure could sing like one. At the bars the two took favor to and frequented, they had nicknames, Mari rightfully earning her title of Angel, which many said suited her for her sweet personality and great humor. She took confidence in the fact that she could make anyone smile, and her generous nature earned her plenty of free drinks. She was a woman who knew what she wanted out of life, and was well on her way to getting it. Her charm and negotiating skills she had developed ever since teaming up with her friend, seemed to get her ( and Kara, who usually caused it,) out of any trouble.
Kara had affected herself the name Dragon, due to her fiery temper and ironic sense of wit. She was outspoken and defiant and wasn't afraid of telling people what she thought, she was a master of sarcasm, and therefore didn't get along well with many, only Mari's driving patience with the woman kept her from losing it. On the other hand, Kara could be unbelievingly patient, like a sniper, waiting endlessly for the right time to strike, usually on the tactics she set up. She was one of cunning, plans, strategy, and manipulative maneuvering, which most often resulted in them getting the best of the outcome, such as money, without anyone suspecting them. Some would call them criminals, Kara just called it fun.
State Road 9 was surprisingly empty for the middle of the afternoon, though it was kind of hard to see that anyone could drive in this type of weather. The windshield wipers were on full blast, whipping from side to side as fast as they could go. Vision was minimum, but the two drove anyway.
Thunder cracked and they saw the flash of lightning through the blur. The rain seemed to pound harder that Mari thought, with critical humor, that it would be fairly amusing if it dented the hood of the car. The radio started to break up, and soon all they heard was static. Kara put an end to the distasteful noise. Suddenly there was something in front of them, Mari swerved to avoid a head on collision, but the slippery roads allowed them no slack, the brakes gave out and they went skidding toward the guard rail.
They were thrown to the left as the car came to an abrupt halt. A moment of stillness passed before both straightened in their seats, Kara uttered a curse word and Mari shook her head to clear it. The two were very confused and understood nothing of what was going on.
"The airbags didn't go off... shows just how faulty this thing is, I knew that rental guy cheated us out of our money," observed Mari. She was one to regain composition quick. Kara, checking herself for unnoticed injuries, responded "Well then why did you take it?"
"No idea." Mari replied truthfully.
Kara looked out the window. They were in the middle of the road. That was odd; they stopped so suddenly she was certain that they had hit the protective barrier. Something caught her eye through the watery haze, a figure, no, two... though that was all she could make out. Was that what they had swerved for? She tried to unbuckle her seatbelt, but it was stuck. Another curse word escaped her lips as she struggled with it. The day just seemed to get worse and worse.
There was the sound of constricting metal as the car was lifted off the ground. The girls were completely still.
Kara reached out wither mind and touched the first figure, not enough to be noticed, but just to tell what was going on and if this form was causing the unnatural levitation of the car. She skimmed the fringes of the psyche: contempt, a feeling of power over the ones in the car, yes; the man was certainly causing this. She jumped as the man seemed to sense that she was there and put up impenetrable blocks. She dared not antagonize the person, lest he drop the car, which was now about twenty feet in the air.
The car was lowered and Kara fumbled with her seatbelt again, this time getting it loose. She opened the door and jumped out of the car. Mari followed suit.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Kara shouted over the drizzle of rain.
I hope this has in the least spiked a hint of attention or curiosity. If not, than I have failed miserably as a writer... but! I will not know yet until you review! Please? Make my day?
