Hey hey all!
I know, I know it's officially been forever since I started this project I won't, however,make any excuses. I guess I just lost track of this thing.
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Anyways, here I come, fresh for my second try at this, hope you enjoy!
The professor twirled his thumbs idly, a traquil smile splayed across his features.
They would be arriving in
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"Gah professor! Do you, like, know how long I had to search for her?" A distressed Kitty informed her benefactor.
"I totally had to go looking, like, everywhere and I even missed a call from Lance!"
"I'm sorry Kathrine, I hope I won't be an inconvenience to you again in the future."
The professor spoke evenly, but Rahne could see the glint of humor in his eyes.
"Well, just so it doesn't become a habit…"
"You are dismissed."
He waved Kitty out of the room and the peppy valley-girl dissappeared with a huff.
"Well, now that we are alone I believe we have some business to attend to,"
the professor's straightforward manner never ceased to amaze Rahne, but she assumed that with this many children to care for one could not waste time.
"I have just gotten off the phone with a good friend of yours, Ms. Moira McTaggart. I be-
The professor, however, was cut off mid-sentence. For when Moira's name was mentioned, Rahn went balistic.
"Yer sayin' that woman called 'ere 'an the lass din' even wanna speak ta meh? What she be wantin'? Do ya know how she be doin'? Somthin' be wrong wit 'er?"
When Rahne took a moment to breathe, the professor, smile hidden, quickly calmed her fears.
"She was far to busy to speak with you, she did, however, sent her love…and a warning to stay out of trouble,"
Rahne received this news with a role of her eyes and a slight huff.
"Moira is fine," the professor went on, "she is in excellent physical condition, her news though, is another story."
The professor was silent for a moment, a look of slight indecision on his face.
He needed the right words to say and for what felt like an eternity to Rahne, he sought them.
"Just tell meh already professor!" Her wolfish impatience showing.
"Its not that simple, you see," all former traces of his laughter were replaced by a graveness that Rahne did not recognize. She knew this was important.
"Moira told me something that you may not wish to hear, but it is for your own good. You need to be wary. In your homeland of Scotland there is a revolution stirring."
"Anti-mutant activists are being led by a mysterious man who calls himself "The Devil." He and his band of ruffians are stiring riots all over the country and looking for a new leadership, one that will crack down on mutants everywhere."
"The most disturbing element, however is a note that Moira received yesterday from the preverbial devilhimself."
"It reads,
In the dark, in the light, everywhere you are
The devil lives, the devil moves seeking who you are
You once were hunted, almost killed but saved you were by chance
There's something of value you have, and I want it, so let me now advance
You may choose to release it, you may choose to keep it, but know this loud and clear
I will haunt the every step you walk, your every wish and fear
It's what I want, and what I need, so let you ne'er forget
Its time to settle our old score, you will soon pay your debt."
Shivers ran up and down Rahne's spine, It's jus a poem lass, the wolf inside her growled, we can 'andle this, we've been through enough ta know wha' we be dealin' with.
Even though she felt like throwing up, Rahne raised her head to meet the professor's eyes.
"I guess 'is means I won't be goin' no where fer awhile."
"I'm afraid so," the professor let out a long sigh and rubbed his temples. "I know you won't like it, but this is the safest place to be. Good thing for you its summer, or else I would have to pull you out of school."
Rahne, grasping the gravity of the situation, suddenly realized something.
"Professor," she started, "does 'is mean ah can't ya know…"
"Yes," he replied sadly, "I'm afraid you will not be allowed outdoors alone until I hear the o.k. from Moira. You may roam the grounds, but only with Logan or Storm and only for short periods of time."
Rahne felt like screaming.
Like running until she fell and couldn't get back up, the forest was her life, she couldn't give that up.
It was the only place she could fully transform and not feel even a little bit like a freak. She could be one with her inner wolf, they could be free.
Keeping her cooped up would only agitate the animal within her, there would be trouble, she could feel it.
The professor must have noticed her ashen face, for he spoke softly, taking one of her hands in his.
"Rahne, I know this will be hard, but you must try, it's for your own safety,"
For meh own safety meh arse the wolf grumbled, but Rahne quickly ignored her.
"Maybe you should get some rest, this is a lot to think about. I'll tell Logan not to expect you in the danger room this evening."
"Yes sir," she answered numbly and rose to leave.
"Oh and Rahne," the professor called one last time, "If you ever need to talk, I'm just a thought away."
Rahne thanked him deeply and went straight to her room. She crashed onto her bed and fell into a fitful sleep.
The professor was right, she did have a lot to think about, for not one minute of her sleep was peaceful.
It was filled with the screams of pain, torture, and death.
ScotlandA nervous figure in a hooded cloak tentivly rapped on the wooden door of the pub.
A thin slit of wood slid back and two beady eyes appeared, seeming to stare through the figure's skull.
"Password"
"bàsaich" the word was spoken without confidence, but the door soon swung open and the hooded male was roughly shoved inside. He slowly turned to the deepest corner of the pub where HE was waiting.
Seated at a large table was a tall man with the same black cloak, the shadows covering his face.
He sat very still, his long white fingers slowly tapping the hard wood. They looked as if a hard enough tap could break them.
But this is how "the devil" always looked; frail, as if the wind could knock him over, but with a gaze that send daggers to your stomach.
His confidence and foreboding evil oozed into a room causing fear to seep into the hearts of even the bravest.
"Well," The devil spoke imatiently, "do you have it or not?"
"seadh" The other figure nodded quickly, withdrew a folder, and quickly placed it on the table, glad to be rid of it.
"hummm," those long white fingers slowly turned the pages, dancing gently on the picture of a certain red-head with freckles and the codename: wolfsbane.
"I believe this will be enough for your services," the devil threw a large bag of coins onto the table and they landed with a lound CHINK.
The hooded figure greedily grabbed the bag, his former fear swalowed up in his greed.
"I will contact you when I see fit, for now, get out of my sight." The sentence was said softly, but the cloaked man knew he had one minute to leave, they all did.
All those who made their living working for the devil. It was a well-paying job, but not one for the weak stomached or the soft minded.
The devil demanded a lot and if you came up short the price was high.
The door slammed behind the man the the devil slowly traced the picture of Rahne with his finger.
"I bet you don't remember me," he spoke softly, " no matter, I will soon have you remember…"
Gaelic for "fear"
Gaelic for "yes"
Hope you all enjoyed! I tried to make it a little longer for you all! No fluff in here, sorry but I had to get all this out of the way.
Major Rahm alert headed your way, I promise!
Please review!
Oh, I almost forgot, special thanks to Mattb3671 for motivative me to continue this dealio!