Divine Source

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Chapter 16

Taylor gave Magneto and his comrades an apologetic smile. She sat up inside her circle, grateful for the protection the crystals offered her, and looked around. She was trapped. She looked back to Magneto and the others, with her smile still in place.

"I don't suppose you guys want to forget about what happened at the lake, do you?" she looked to them hopefully. Magneto didn't respond to the smile and neither did Mystique or Pyro. Taylor's smile faded and she took in Mystique's appearance for the first time.

The blue woman was sporting a bad burn on her inner right thigh and right arm. She glared heavily at Taylor, showing that she didn't forgive the young witch for her transgressions.

"Uh, that can be fixed with a little mandrake root," Taylor offered. "Mix it with a pinch of sesame seeds and soy milk and BAM!" the blue woman jumped and Taylor tried not to laugh. "You've got yourself a healing balm." Taylor looked back to Magneto. "What can I do for you?" Magneto smiled.

"You're going to take me to the underworld." Taylor snorted.

"Oh no I'm not," she told him with a short shake of her head. "Why would I want to introduce you to demons?" Magneto smiled as the firelight reflected in his black eyes.

'Black,' Taylor thought as her eyes widened. 'That's not Magneto.'

"What the hell is taking so long?" Logan growled. Scott and the professor were waiting by the window. Storm had been informed and went off to tell the rest of the team. Chris sat in on the couch in Xavier's office with his eyes closed. The younger man had told them that he would need to sense Taylor before her could orb to her. So far an hour had passed and Chris showed no signs of opening his eyes anytime soon.

"Shh!" Chris said urgently, his eyes still closed.

"Well, if she's so damn powerful, why can't you get a lock on her?" Logan hissed.

"It takes time. I have to sort her voice out."

"Sort her voice out?" Scott asked from his spot beside the professor.

"Long story," Chris said shortly. "I'll explain it when she's home safe." Scott nodded and turned back to the professor. Logan sneered and turned his back to Chris. He stalked over to the Professor's desk and leaned against it.

'I haven't been this worried about anyone in a long time,' Logan sighed mentally. 'This is a bunch of shit. I can't take this waiting. She's gotta know how worried we are about her.' Logan turned, startled, at the sudden sound of Chris moving. The younger man breathed deeply before snapping his eyes open with intense determination written all over his features.

"I've found her."

"And?" Scott asked stepping closer to Chris.

"She's in trouble. Whatever team you've got, get them together."

"The Woogy," Taylor whispered breathlessly. The disbelief written so plainly over her features seemed to amuse the Woogy and its new host.

"How did you know?" he asked with a mocking smile. Taylor sensed his amusement and decided to play along.

"Dude, the black eyes were a dead giveaway." The Woogy smiled.

"I'll remember that."

"You should. Now, tell me again why I'm taking you to the underworld?"

"You're going to help me become the next Source." Taylor shook her head, wearing a look of disappointment on her face.

"Now, now," she said in a placating tone. "We all know," she threw a look to Pyro and Mystique. "Okay," she said turning back to Magneto/the Woogy. "We both know that the Source has an exceedingly short lifespan." The Woogy frowned.

"And why is that?"

"Why do you think you silly goose?" Taylor laughed. She stopped abruptly and continued to smile at the Woogy. "Because I keep killing him."