Scanning the room Ororo's eyes stooped on Mr. Toler's desk. For a moment she felt her mind wander back to all the horrors that had taken place on it all those years ago and despite herself the woman felt herself shiver. Slowly she approached moving as if a single false move would lead the wooden necessity to attack her. "Of course" she felt herself whisper as she saw the lock on the furniture's side drawer.
Pulling a pin from her hair Storm got to her knees an inserted it into the locks key hole and set to work picking at the tools insides the one thing she was glad her life in Africa had taught her. Hearing the sound of a click she felt her lips twitch into a quick smile as she removed the iron oval tossing it aside. Looking inside she felt her present sense of accomplishment quickly fade as her eyes made contact with the containers contents. A small pile of pictures laid within, on the top of which were several snapshots of a white haired teen who's wide eyes and paled brown skin screamed terror all without saying a single word.
Beneath her own pictures were picture of several other girls, at least five with one particular student catching her eye. She was a frail, slip of a child with big brown eyes and Spanish mocha skin, the only sign of her mutant heritage being a strange green tint to her wild hair. Only one picture of her had been taken. "Fuzz" she whispered.
Four years Mr. Toler had tortured her and for fifteen years Storm had tried to burn it from her memory. Fifteen years during which her silence only paved the way for the misery of these children in the pictures before her. A thought that made her eyes burn with guilt.
If Ororo had not been so distracted by the pictures she would have heard the door open behind her, hear it close and lock just before the figure reached her. But such a luxury would not be provided for her that day. Seconds later she found a large hand being clamped tightly over her mouth as her body was forced up against the hard mass behind her. Opening her lips she gagged at the salty taste that met her tongue freezing as she heard the voice of her attacker. "My how you've grown, I almost didn't recognize you, what with the hair an all". Mr. Toler. "You can only imagine my delight when Rachel told me that I had a guest, I have to say Ms. Monroe this really is a treat".
Lifting her legs against the desk in front of her Storm pushed off hard enough to force the man to let go of her in order to maintain balance. She fell to the floor hard but felt nothing as her adrenaline kicked in and she tried to focus on the task at hand. She was quick but the man was quicker. "Your not going anywhere" he hissed. Grabbing her hair Toler lifted Storm from the floor and back into the position they had been in before careful to pull her more than legs length from her only leverage. "Oh now don't hurt my feelings" he mocked. "You went through all this work to see me, let me make it worth your trip".
Moving a hand to cup her breast the man smiled into Ororo's shoulder as she thrashed about against him to no avail. "You're a big girl now" her attacker chuckled. "Far more feisty than I remember" he continued. "but you know what" he said bringing his nose to smell the woman's hair. "I like it". Keeping his arm tightly wrapped around Storm's struggling arms the man trailed the fingers of his free hand from Ororo's breast and down her stomach slipping them into the rim of her jeans. The woman gasped in response as she felt his rough digits slide over her sex and she shuddered in disgust as he began to rub her. "Now there's a place I've missed touching" he whispered as he slipped a finger inside. "There's something else I've missed doing there too" he said.
"Stop it…let go of me" Storm whimpered squirming in the mans embrace. Don't" she pleaded. . "Oh this does bring back memories" he laughed. Storm shook her heard so hard she felt the room spin around her. The built up tears flowed freely now as every emotion the woman had suppressed the past two months made its way into mind. Fear, sorrow, anger, all fighting to be released. No it wasn't going to happen again. She wouldn't let it. She couldn't let it.