Quiet Before the Storm
"Now tell me" Professor Xavier looked at Antalya as she sat, clean and free of blood, across his desk, "Why did that happen?"
"I don't know." She was still tired and defeated form the match and scared form what happened to Maverick, "I'm related to Victor and Logan so that might have ruined it."
"Did anything happen to you when you were younger?" He asked. She glared at him.
"Why don't you find out on your own?" she asked sharply holding a finger to her head. He blinked at her and nodded.
"I needed to get permission first." He nodded and moved her to a chaise lounge on the other side of room. "Lay down and relax there is nothing to be afraid of."
"Promise?" She asked her voice quiet like a younger Antalya.
"I promise." He smiled and put a hand over her eyes. "Now relax…"
Relax Antalya Dawn Silverfox Howlett. I'm going into your memories… Deep into your memories.
The Storm
"Momma!" a small voice called through the house in the woods of North Dakota.
"Momma's not here right now, Antalya. "A tall young man with long brown hair and deep brown eyes smiled at her picking her up and placing her on his hip, "Uncle Remy is here while Aunt Emma is shopping."
"Uncal Memy." The little pitch black haired girl blinked up at the man, "Play?"
"Cards again?" He smiled and at down with her on his lap pulling out a deck of cards. "Okay but don't tell Momma or she'll have my head."
Held a card flat on his hand and it floated with a pinkish purple aura. The little girl giggled and poked the card as it exploded brightly with a soft pop.
"Remy LeBeau!" a female voice shouted from the door, "Are you doing your tricks again?"
"Sorry Emma Frost." He scoffed and the little girl giggled.
"Ema Fost!" She shouted and the tall blond girl in the doorway smiled a bag in hand.
"Two years old already." She sighed, "She's growing so fast."
"Don't they all." He sighed as the door and windows burst in.
"Remy!" Emma shouted as they took her arms and gagged her, "Take Antalya!"
"Ant Ema?" She called as Remy picked her up and blasted away the closed group of men and running out into the forest. "Memy where going?"
"We're going into the forest." He said as he ran with her on his hip. The little girl blinked at the forest and the man carrying her. A fist hit his head and he fell to the ground eyes closed.
"Uncal Memy?" she crawled over to the man and poked his side, "Up Up!"
"Uncle Remy is going to sleep for a while. "A voice came above her and she looked up as a grey haired man picked her up. "Uncle Stryker is here to help.