Memories and a Friend Resurface

All eyes are on me now. I focus on the green eyes of the boy in front of me. He's tall, almost as tall as Corey, and he smiles at me. The expression on his face is that of someone whose seeing a long lost friend for the first time in years.

"You've gotten older, Lydia," he says.

"How do you know her?" Claire asks, cocking her head to him, "And just where did you come from?"

"He appeared out of nowhere. Just out of thin air, right in front of her and that Houdini kid," Corey told her.

Busted.

"Who's Houdini?" Tate asked.

"Another guy who seemed to know her," Corey responds.

I sigh, "I have no idea what's going on. Who are you, Elliot?"

"It's a lot to explain. I'm sorry, this is going to be most uncomfortable, but I have to do it," he tells me.

"What do you have to do?"

He doesn't respond. He steps forward, closer to me, and puts his hands on my head, closing his eyes. I wait for a minute, and at first nothing happens. Then, my eyes roll into the back of my head and everything is dark for a while.

I'm in a hospital room, seeing through someone else's eyes. There's a blonde haired woman, my mother, and she's holding a baby in a pink blanket. The baby, I realize, is me. I see my dark curls, and my eyes are shut as I rest on her. I look so happy, so at peace. The woman was smiling fondly at her, then the door opens and a male doctor walks in the room.

"Mrs. Claymore, I'm sorry to inform you but your daughter possesses the X gene."

Claymore?

"What do you mean? I don't have the X gene," she says.

"It appears that the father has a history with it in his family."

"What does this mean for her?"

"Well," he says, curtly, "no laws have been passed yet, so she is free to live and go. Raise her well, Myra. I don't want her to become something like the ones we see on the news."

"What about her brother?" she asks.

The scene shifts, forcing me to look at a meadow.

There's a little girl, a toddler, with dark curly hair. She's running around in the meadow, giggling to herself. As she runs, her eyes close and she trips over an overgrown tree root. She screams while she falls down, her ankle snapping. She starts sobbing loudly, holding her injured ankle. I glance around, noticing that the nearest building is miles away. She was scared, hurt, and alone. It's like I could feel what she was feeling. She was wishing someone was there to help her, almost pleading in her mind. Suddenly, two small boys her age appeared in front of her. They both had dark hair, and green eyes. They were kneeling down in front of her, one holding onto her shoulder and the other looked at her ankle.

"Are you okay, Miss?" the first boy asked. I noticed they were twins and they were both dressed in black.

"I-I hurt my ankle and I can't move it," she sobs.

They both combine their strength and picked her up, carrying her along.

"Don't worry," the other boy says, "we'll get you home."

"What are your names?" she asks them.

"What do you want them to be?" he asks.

"Elliot and Ethan." she says, after a moment of thinking.

"Well," he says, "I'm Elliot."

"And I guess that makes me Ethan," the other says.

The scene shifts again, showing the same girl.

She looks older now, maybe around eight years old. She sits in a room with the two boys, also older now, and another boy who looks like her. The four of them were giggling.

"Kids, time for dinner!" her mom yells.

All four of them giggle and race down the stairs, sitting at the table.

"Shh," the boy whispers.

"Are the other twins here?" her mom asks, "Come on sweetie, its okay. Show me."

The little girl smiles and suddenly, her mom can see the twins.

"Mrs. Clark are you okay?" Ethan asks, concerned.

"No," she says, "there's something I need to tell you. Your dad won't be coming home. He got hurt really bad."

The little boy cries and the girl looks down.

"He wanted you to have these, Lyd." she says, producing a pair of dog tags similar to the set the boy has.

As the girl put them around her neck, tears in her eyes, a similar pair appeared around the twins' necks.

The scene shifts, again.

She's still the same age, and she's playing soccer with her brother. The twins are sitting under a tree, watching them play. The ball rolls out into the road and she runs to it.

"I got it!" she said happily.

She reaches the ball, trying to grasp it. It's slippery and she struggles to grab it. A car is approaching her, but she doesn't notice.

"Lydia!" the other boy yells.

"Hold on, I almost got it, Lucas!" she says.

The horn from the car blares out and she stands still, staring at it. She's paralyzed with fear.

"Lydia!" Ethan screams.

He materializes out of thin air, grabbing her and throwing her out of the way. The car runs him over and he dies on impact. The little girl screams and her eyes roll into the back of her head as she passes out.

The scene shifts again.

The boy and girl are both tied down to separate beds, and Elliot is watching them.

"Lydia, I am so sorry. Lucas, I hope you understand," the woman, my mother, says.

She was wearing her lab coat. She held a syringe in her hand with a needle. She injected the needle into Lucas' arm and he screamed before passing out. Their mother turns to her and she begins screaming and crying. She held Elliot's eyes as he went to lunge for the needle, but it was too late. She was injected with the needle, and her eyes rolled back. Elliot disappeared instantly.

My eyes open and they land on Elliot. The jet was now parked in it's building back at the school, but everyone was still with us. I hadn't noticed, but I was crying. I touched my cheek, wiping away at the tears.

"You disappeared? You had a brother? I-I had a brother?" I ask, crying harder, "I had a brother?"

"I did. I did. You do," he responds, softly.

"How did you disappear?" I ask.

"You were really young back then, and you weren't that strong yet. After Elliot died, you had nightmares. You'd taken every bit of pain he had when he was dying and it didn't help. You became super co-dependent on Lucas and me. Sleeping in Lucas' bed was the only way you could sleep without having a nightmare. It's part of his ability. After the pain you went through, your mom thought your abilities were too strong for you to handle. She injected you with a suppressant and erased your memories. Neither of you even remembered being mutants, but the suppressant wore off and you needed me, so here I am."

"Your brother? He's gone? I created both of you, couldn't I just bring him back?" I ask.

"Yeah," he said, "you could. It would be incredibly painful, though."

"I want to do it." I say.

"You can't be serious." Corey says.

"No, I have to. He died protecting me, I have to bring him back. How do I do it?"

"Just focus on the memories you had with him, and urge him to be back here. It's like summoning us, but with him being dead it's going to take a lot more out of you."

I nod. I think about how I summoned Elliot and close my eyes. I envision Ethan this time, willing him to be here with me. I feel a tug in my chest, my senses fading out. The only thing I hear is my heartbeat, the blood rushing my ears. This is how it felt when I called for Elliot. Only, now, my body began to hurt. Everything was burning in my body. My intestines hurt the most. I could hear myself screaming, only vaguely, and my body was burning up. I was sweating.

I had to keep pushing. I urged him to come to me, more. I heard him screaming. His screams were mixed in with mine and my chest hurt so bad. All I could think about was the pain I was feeling.

I woke up in the infirmary, lying in the arms of an elf like human creature with green eyes. I reach up, grabbing his dog tags and read his name, Ethan. I relax. I did it.

"Hello, Lydia," he smiles.

He looked so much like Elliot, but I could just tell he was different. It's like I could feel who he was. I look around the room, finding Logan and my friends. Elliot was smiling at us.

"He's been holding you for the past two days while you recovered. You kept us in our physical forms while you were out, I'm impressed." he says.

"I was out for two days?" I ask.

"Yeah, bringing him back to life took a lot out of you, Princess." Tate said.

"Oh," Logan said, "I like that one. Princess. Mutant ability, creating servant like creatures."

"We're actually the protector class. She could make servants and soldiers, if she chooses, but we're here for the sole reason of looking out for her and making sure nothing happens to her," Elliot says.

"Oh. Interesting. How many can she make?" Logan asks.

"She has a strong mind. She can make as many as she can think of, as long as her body can handle all of them at once. She's already so impressive, able to hold both of us here while passed out. We won't know the limit of her ability until she's reached it," Ethan says.

"Cool."

"Her abilities also go passed that. She can do most of the things we can do as well, like teleportation and invisibility. We can also tell when someone's lying, therefor she can tell as well because our minds are connected." Elliot says.

"Wow," Tate says, his eyes widening, "I can feel it. I can feel all of her power, it's just oozing off of her."

"That's so gross." I say.

"So how are we going to train you?" Logan asks.

"I don't know." I respond.

Lydia, a voice calls.

The twin boys perk up with me and we all stand still.

"Someone's here." Elliot says, Ethan immediately tightening his hold on me.

"Who?" Corey asks.

"That kid from earlier, Houdini," Elliot responds.

Lydia, he says, they're here to kill you. Run.