LostMuse13: Is Ray Park really signed up to do x3!?!?!?! Or is this something you just said to give me a major heart attack and send me to the hospital for the next week to have a heart transplat and my exploded kidneys removed?

6. Water and Ice

"I should have read his mind," said the professor.

"He wouldn't have let you, even if you said please," I replied. The professor was very shaken by what Remy had said. He would be heading to cerebrum soon to see what he could find.

"Marina, can't you ask him for more?"

I put a frustrated hand to my forehead. "No Charles I can't. Remy is already heading back too...wherever he wants to go."

"But 'Rina, he will do all you ask of him. You are respected."

"Yes I am respected, but that doesn't mean he'll do everything I ask."

My working for the less ' respected' parts of society in my younger years made me a senior today. I may be a leader, but people only follow what's within their comfort zone, the Professor didn't understand that.

"Sarah, I know what happened to Marcus has made you hard, but you must help us."

"I don't have to do anything!" I snapped. Talking about my past was hard enough, but the professor was going to far. "You should get some rest. Good night." I turned and walked quickly out of the office.

It was when I was walking down a dark hall that the ghosts of the past caught up with me. I slumped down against a wall and listened to them, remembering all that happened 'that' night.

A fourteen-year-old boy walked quietly through the halls of a concrete building. He had blonde hair and a very pale face. He was dressed all in gray, and had a brown bag slung around his shoulder.

He walked up to a door with a code lock. He typed in the code and walked through. Inside the room were a bunch of computers sitting on desks. He walked up to one and turned it on. He worked quickly, finding the information he wanted and coping it on to a disk.

When he was done, he popped the disk into is bag and headed out the door. He was half way down the hall when two guards walked in and saw him.

" Hey! You there, freeze!" screamed one of the guards.

The teen didn't have to freeze, he hadn't moved at all since the guards had entered.

"There is a man with a gun in the next room, you better go get him." He said flatly.

"I don't believe you." Snapped the guard, raising his gun.

"Oh but you should, and you are going too."

Both men's eyes seemed to glaze over and in a trance they walked into the next room. As soon as they were out of sight, the boy dashed out of the building. He grabbed his bike that was parked in a bush and biked quickly to a near by diner.

Inside it was smoky and noisy, but he didn't care, he was looking for some one.

He then saw her, sitting in a corner booth, a blue sweatshirt on, the hood covering her face. The teen walked over and sat down.

"Hello Sarah."

"Its Marina."

"As you wish. Did you get it?" asked Marcus.

"Yeah I got it. Everything went smoothly. Tell Patrick I'm free if he has need of me." Said Marina, hading a white envelope to the teen, who put it in his bag.

"How'd it go for you Marc?"

"It went alright, a few guards showed up, nothing I couldn't handle. I have to go."

"Marcus, we deserve more, lets take what's ours." Marina swept the hood off her and looked the younger boy in the face.

Marcus looked her in the eye. He loved her so much, even if she was four years older. One day he would be an adult, and then he would marry her.

"Lets do it then."

Marina pulled her hood back up and together they walked out to her car. She was after all eighteen, and eligible to drive; they would pick up Marcus' bike later.

She drove her car to an old building. It was used mostly for creating machinery, but its back rooms had other uses.

Together they walked quietly down a hall. Marcus left Marina out side the door, and entered into one of those back rooms where three men were sitting.

"Hello freak," said an ugly red headed man.

"I'm not a freak Patrick, I'm your cousin."

"You're a freak," said Patrick decisively.

"Do you have the stuff for us?" asked another man.

"Yes."

"Well give it here."

"No. I want to be paid more."

" You shouldn't be paid at all you mutant scum, now give the bag over."

Marcus looked slowly into the face of every man.

"No money, no discs." Marcus turned and ran quickly out of the room.

"Get him!" screamed one of the men.

Marcus ran down a hallway the three men chasing after him.

"Hey you!" screamed Marina, jumping up. Two of the men turned and screamed as Marina shot blasts of water from her hands.

Marcus ran into a room. It was filled with many pieces of machinery, used for making more machinery. Marcus was standing fifteen feet above all this on a metal surveillance platform.

Patrick banged into the room, with teeth clenched and anger burning through him. "Give the bag over, you little twit.

Marcus looked nervously over at Patrick, and began to back away. He read his cousins mind only when it was to late. Patrick lunged forward and yanked the bag from the teenage. Unfortunately, Marcus was standing so close to the edge that he fell over the safety railing.

Marcus Brown, with wide eyes fell to the metal ground. Patrick swore, and ran out of the room, clutching the bag to his chest. The three men re-grouped and ran from the building as quickly as possible.

Marina stayed above, staring down at her friend for a long time. Silent tears fell down her cheeks, but she immediately absorbed them again. Finally she turned, and walked out of the building.

It wasn't until two days later, did some one find the broken, dead body of a pale boy, blood soaked into his gray clothing.

I don't know why I was awake again tonight. Last night was hard enough, but two nights in a row was torture. I was about to pour myself a drink, when I heard a splash from the pool.

I quickly set my glass down and ran out back to where the pool was, surrounded by outdoor lights.There was defiantly some one underneath the water.

"Hey!" I called. I really didn't jump in the water, some times I accidentally froze it when I was swimming, I didn't want that to happen.

The person in the water surfaced. It was Marina. When she saw me she smiled and put her arms on the edge of the pool.

"Hey, what are you doing up?" she asked.

"I was going to ask you the same thing." I said. What kind of person would go for a swim at two in the morning?

" Water doesn't sleep." She said sadly.

"And I suppose you are water?"

"That I am my boy, that I am." She said with a swell of pride.

Her head disappeared under the water, and swam to the other end of the pool and back, not coming up for air. When she appeared again, I thought she would gasp for air, but she just smiled at me again.

"So Bobby, tell me about yourself." She said. It felt almost like a command. I couldn't think of much to say so I just shrugged. "I'm an ice mutant."

"Awesome, Ice is made of water you know. That's why you knew I was in the classroom this morning. Ice and Water have strong connections."

I nodded. That was why I felt that way around her. "So are you going to join the classes?" I asked, hoping she would.

"I'm not that young. If anything, I'll be teaching classes."

"Why? How old are you?"

Marina giggled and dunked under water. "Thirty-one," she said, when surfacing.

"How do you look so young?" I asked. I would never have thought she was even in here twenties.

"I'll tell you once I get out of here. Help me out please." Marina stuck her arms out for me to pull. I walked over and grabbed both hands, tugging her out of the water.

To my amazement, when I got her out, she had a full mermaids tail from her waist down. Her tail was a bluey grin colour, which matched her blue tank top.

"Didn't expect to see that did you now," she asked, grinning at my look of astonishment. There before my eyes, here tail disappeared, and was replaced with the pair of blue jeans she had been wearing before. Not only that, but she was completely dry, not a drop of water on her.

She winked at me and stood up, pulling on a blue sweater that had been sitting on a lawn chair. We walked into the kitchen and I poured myself a drink.

"So Bobby, when did you first realize you were a mutant?"

"When I was fourteen. I accidentally froze some of the water when I was in the bath."

"That's good." Replied Marina.

This made me angry. "How can becoming a mutant be 'good'?"

"What I mean was, that it was good you discovered it in private. I was fourteen when I discover my mutation as well, but it was in public. I had to go through life the extra hard way because of it." Marina hadn't said this harshly, but I sensed she didn't want to talk about the subject anymore.

We talked about small things for the next to ours, and suddenly I felt tired, and yawned.

"Alright, go to bed now. I'll see you in the morning." Marina kissed me on the forehead and sat back down. I had nothing to do but follow her command, and go back to my bed.