Hindsight 1, Part One, Chapter One
I sit at my desk, tears still running down my face, because they still haven't found her.
The tears will never stop.
They never will find her.
So this is what I can do, this is all I can do.
Sit at my desk.
Cry.
And write.
By order of that horrid organization, I'm not even allowed to publish anything I write, except on random fan sites like these that get the stories even more mixed up, and where a lot of things are probably untrue. But please, don't be like everyone else in the unfair world, and please ignore the cheesiness of this overly hackneyed phrase that I beg you to obey:
Just believe it's true.
Italics mean either telepathy, thoughts, or something from the past past past. You can figure out which one's which.
Bold italics are still thoughts, opposing other thoughts.
Her story is told in sections.
She ran, the giant black house still looming above her. It seemed like it would always loom above her.
But finally, she escaped the long shadow that crept all the way to the tall, iron wrought fence that would have been an obstacle to anyone else, but not for her.
With her petite size and weight, and her hated abilities, she easily jumped over the fence, landing perfectly on the ground without making a noise.
The same way she had jumped out the window.
And jumped over the hedges.
And jumped over the many, many other barriers that had been put up to keep a petite little girl in.
And she was petite.
And a girl.
But she was not little.
Mentally, that is. Physically, she was very little, but that didn't seem to stop her. It more of assisted her.
And there was the Professor, sitting at Cerebro, like he does almost every single day. Everyone knows that he does.
But they don't know that on that particular day, he did find someone. Though nobody ever thought he did. Or acknowledged that he did. Because they didn't know that he did. Most people don't, and as I write this in a barely legible fashion, I'm the only real person (other than them) that knows it. But now you do. That's a start.
He found Odelia Sauvaginny* a several moments after her father practically lost her. And that my friends, is not only a good thing, but it's the very good thing that starts all the bad things that happen in this story. And so, it finally begins.
"What ya' got there, Chuck?" questioned the highly recognizable Wolverine. "I'm not very sure, Logan. There's not much information on this girl at all. All I can figure out is that her name is Odelia Sauvaginny, she is under the care of her very wealthy and protective father. She's showing signs of mutant ability, but she's only 10..." Professor Charles Xavier stated, with a perplexed tone of voice. "Her mother is also deceased."
"Great, more sad kids with confused pasts and dead parents. We definitely need more of that around here." Logan groaned, sarcastically, as he took a bite out of an apple. He was right, though. He'd met more than his share of people with depressing stories of the past, from Scott's parents dying in a tormenting plane crash to Kurt's tormented childhood filled with torment, where he was tormented for his demonic and tormenting appearance. And no, they didn't need anymore torment around. Nobody did. Unfortunately, torment was kinda' knocking on their door, and Xavier couldn't help but let her in.
"Logan, you know we can't turn anyone down. It just wouldn't..." "Yah, I get it. It's just that everyone is depressed enough already around here." Logan interrupted, looking away wistfully. "And then there's that situation with Jean and well..." he paused. "Oh, never mind. I gotta' go pack. It's only a few weeks until I leave," he sighed and started walking back to his room.
"You know, Rogue probably won't enjoy that," Xavier stated as his old friend walked down the narrow pathway that led to the hallway outside, as he picked up his helmet for Cerebro once again. "And why is that?" asked Wolverine.
As he put on his helmet, he sighed and quietly said, "Never mind, just remember that we're all worried that one day you'll leave and you won't come back."
~ o-O-o ~
Ororo, Kitty? Could you come here? I have a favor to ask of you.
Storm and Shadowcat walked to Cerebro quite curious as to what the Professor could be asking for.
"You think maybe he wants us to go on some, like, crazy mission?" Kitty pondered, twirling her brown locks. "I doubt it. I'm sure the Professor just wants us to buy some milk or something of the sort," Ororo assured Kitty, and in a way herself. She wasn't very sure what the Professor could want either, but she knew inside that she probably wasn't going to pick up some milk. Besides, they just opened a new carton this morning.
"You wanted to see us, Professor?" Kitty asked as they entered the room."Yes, Kitty I did. You see I want you to go meet this..."
That was when the door swung closed. And after 7 months, 2 weeks, 3 days, 12 hours, and 42 minutes, I am still disappointed to say that I was unable to gather any other information about their important meeting that day, except that as they left, everyone in the mansion (and perhaps the state) heard Kitty yelling, "I KNEW IT WASN'T MILK!" into Ororo's face.
~ o-O-o ~
Taking cover underneath the trees nearby her "house", she, and I mean she, was actually scared, and that fact has surprised many people, including herself later on. Looking back, she thought:
You can still turn back, you know.
No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm not chickening out of this one.
Nice pun. But can you really survive on your own?
I heard about some kid who survived poverty on the streets of New York for years.
Little boys are cute. They're over-achievers in begging. You're ugly.
Yah, but I don't think I'll have the courage to do this again... Or the chance.
You don't need another chance. Once you're all grown-up, then you can leave.
After what he said to Yolanda, I don't think I can wait until he says those things to me...
Turn back.
I cannot live here forever... But I guess today's not my day.
Good thinking.
Cowardly turning back, she sadly trudged back to the mansion. But today was actually her day, which she didn't know until much later, but she had a pretty good idea that today was going to be quite a day of some strange sort when she saw two strangers at her doorstep.
Oh god.
See what happens when you take chances?
Well, this never happened before.
It's happening now. You'll have to wait until they're gone to get in through the front door.
Nobody comes here unless to prosecute us.
That's probably why. And when he finds out you're not around to look cute, he's gonna' make 'em get you.
They don't look that mean. I'm sure that girl is just selling cookies or something.
Nobody comes to this bump anymore. Especially since Sarah moved.
Hiding behind the hedges that were ridiculously shaped, she naturally started eavesdropping on the conversation that was now between Calvin, the butler, and the two strangers.
"We sincerely mean no harm. May we please speak to her father? Please?" kindly pleaded the taller, darker skinned stranger with white hair.
"You must understand that Mr. Sauvaginny is a very busy man. You'll have to talk to her mother." Calvin replied.
Oh god.
"I thought she was dead," interrupted the younger looking stranger, which got her an elbow from the other.
"Oh well, you see... I well, I am..."
"We understand." the taller one said. "Just a simple slip of tongue, am I correct?"
"Yes, a slip of tongue, of course."
Thank God.
"Then, like, can.." started the shorter girl, until she got another elbow. Giving her a look, she started again, "MAY we speak to Odelia, then?"
"I'll go fetch her."
Oh god, Oh god, Oh god.
~ o-O-o ~
Calvin tramped up the stairs, close to hyper ventilation. Thankfully that inferior woman was too nice to figure things out because he was much smarter and slyer than her, of course.
I sure hope the master doesn't find out about that. That would be horrific. He's even worser than Devlin that time I broke his wicket ball trophy.
Having a little flashback, chuckling, he remembered his past. But then, his smile suddenly faded as he thought,
Stay in the present. No body's around to forgive you this time.
He soon neared the inferior little child's room, daughter of his inferior master. Sighing because he had to deal with such inferior beings, he slowly opened the inferior door to the little inferior room of the inferior girl who was inferiorly spoiled by her inferior parents who were absolutely inferior child caretakers.
And there was Odelia, sitting on her bed.
"Miss Sauvaginny, I'd request that you'd close that window. You know your father doesn't like the leaves from that tall oak that's so close to the house blowing in. We should really get that tree cut down before it grows even further into your window." Smiling as she looked at the tree she looked up from her book and said,
"Oh, hello Calvin. I was just a little hot in here. Can I keep it open?"
"You are of the queerest kind, with all due respect Miss Sauvaginny. It is the middle of winter. And why are you reading that book upside down? Oh, I almost forgot why I came up here. There are two women requesting your audience, miss."
"I'll be right there!" she said as sweetly as possible. As soon as Calvin's back was turned however, she pretended to puke.
And as soon as Odelia stopped listening, Calvin also puked and grumbled, "Inferior child..."
"What's that Calvin?"
"Nothing at all. Just a cough."
I hate that butler. He's always going on about his brother. Thank goodness that tree's there though.
Don't thank goodness, thank Sarah.
Odelia smiled and thought,
Yah.
But you know, you're not out of the woods yet, dear.
Yah, yah, yah. Can you shut up now?
Dear Charlotte,
Please use your wonderfullly convienient computer device to profreeed this documnt and publsh it. Excuse my speling, i am in quite a rush and was unabble to typpe thiss corectly. U dnt hav to publsh this letter, but if u mst, do so. Remember, thos slug buckets onlee leet me publish on tht inferior websit. O my, I'm starting to soud like Calvin. I hop u retrn froom ur buisness trip soon, Lulu misses u, and Martin kepes clawing the ruug.
Sincerely,
Cherokee Burlecho
PS: U kno i hat it when u don't prononce mi last nam Burr-lek-o. So pls rember tooo.
And there you go. Chapter 2 coming your way. If they don't stop me before I write it.