Storm looked over the mess she knew as the X-men. When Gambit's head hit the wall as they were thrown across the room, he knocked him out cold. Wolverine looked somewhat disgruntled, snarling and growling and going on. Rogue was rubbing a bruise on her forehead, Iceman was tending to his arm, which had twisted wrong, Shadowcat was trying to see if she could go through the shield the one girl was projecting. It wasn't working. Nightcrawler was trying to teleport through it… and he did, but the girl gave him a nasty look and he teleported back (he's easily intimidated).
So now, we just have to wait until they (hopefully) let us out. All the while we've been working to get out, the older girl (with the crazy knife thingy trick) has been talking with these three men, that Storm hadn't even noticed till a second ago. But before she could understand what was going on (the shield seemed to be sound proof) the three men left, replaced by a young teenage girl with dark brown hair and brown eyes.
Now the rest of the X-men seemed to being standing up then, blocking Storm's view of what was happening on the other side of the shield. Leaning against the wall, she stood up, and felt the after math of having her back shoved against the wall, telekinetically nonetheless.
She peaked over Wolverine's head, just in time to see the black haired girl fall to the ground (knife in chest and all) and the brunette press a gun to the boy's forehead.
"Wolverine, we must do something!" Storm whispered to the Canadian.
"Why? We don't know which side we're supposed to be on, anyway." The man shrugged gruffly, and turned back to watch. Storm scowled, and also looked back. From the corner of her eye, she saw movement from the black haired girl, she seemed to reaching for the knife currently impaling her chest. With a shaky hand, she grasped it, and pulled it out. She sat up, and the hole in her chest was visible to the entire audience. But just as they saw it, it disappeared, completely healed. She stood up, quietly so as not to be noticed by the brunette. She pulled another knife out of her arm, and snuck up behind the brunette, who was still talking to the boy, gun to his head. She plunged her hand forward, and impaled the girl, who immediately dropped the gun she was holding to clutch at the hole in her chest. Falling to the ground, she seemed to whisper something to the boy, before falling limp.
He looked from Misty, lifeless on the ground, to Kassidy.
"Dude, you just killed Misty! I can't believe you!" what should've come out as a tone of disgust fell short as his eyes suddenly grew larger, and he clutched where the girl now lying on the floor had shot him moments ago. It had healed completely, but the two of them knew what happened to him last time he absorbed adamantium. His hand suddenly broke out in hives, and a sheet of sweat appeared on his forehead, and just like that, he was unconscious on the ground, Kassidy's eyes found the other girls, both speechless.
"You can let the shield down, Melinda." Kassidy said, still looking concerned for the boy, but not really looking at him. The girl nodded and let down the fluctuating transparent wall, releasing the X-men from the small confinement.
She ran to the boy's side, looking up at the other girl from her kneeling position beside him, looking for help.
"There's nothing we can do, Melinda. Come one, we got other business to finish up, elsewhere. We can't wait." Kassidy said, giving the X-men a scrutinizing glare, and turning towards the front door, motioning to the girl to come with her. With one last look down at the boy, she stood and followed Kassidy out the door. The X-men watched them go, and Storm rushed to the boy now lying unconscious on the floor.
"I don't see how they could just leave him like that." Wolverine snarled.
"That does not matter right now, this boy needs some serious medical attention." Storm said in her regal tone, checking the boy's temperature with the back of her hand.
"Hey, can I have a little help over here?" came a little plea from Iceman, who was currently trying to move an unconscious Gambit off of him. Rogue rolled her eyes and pushed the Cajun off, and turned her eyes again to the black haired mystery boy the girls had just ditched.
"Wolverine, can you carry him back to the Blackbird? Hank will need to take a look at him, and once he awakes, he will have some questions to answer. In the meantime, Rogue, will you carry Gambit?"
The southern belle rolled her eyes, but nodded, turning to Gumbo, muttering something like, 'you better not be fakin', Swamprat.'
Soon, they were back in the X-mansion, and the young mutant boy was down in the lab. Hank had already done an x-ray, DNA sampling, and background check on him, and discovered that he has a skeleton of metal, mixed and matched; some parts copper, other titanium, others just random junk metal, and even some gold. His DNA also had some metal in it, aside from the normal iron. The background checks couldn't have been less disappointing though. He had looked up the name 'Joseph Howlett' and found that he was supposedly a young boy who had died in a fire near the Rocky Mountains in northern Canada.
"Try looking up a Kassidy Howlett" Storm suggested, guessing the two were siblings.
"Okay, let's see… nope. Says here she died in a fire too." Hank said, typing in the name, and finding it too, was a dead end.
"This is very intriguing. Fury had said that five mutants that had been in with those three had been in Weapon X… but I can't find anything about them." Hank whispered, turning his swivel-chair around to face Storm.
"That's just how they work. Don't leave a trace of who they had been behind. Look up a report on that fire in Canada." Wolverine snarled as he walked through the threshold into the lab. Hank nodded and swiveled back to face the computer.
"Says here that it started in a small Native American community in the mountains. The Chieftain of the Native American tribe was found badly bruised, and slightly maniacal. They think, while he was trying to escape the fire, he hit his head on something, or fell somewhere, causing bruises and brain damage. That's all it really says. Here's some links to videos about it. Do you wish to look at some of those, Logan?" Hank said, scrolling down to a list of videos.
"Try that one." Logan pointed to the second one down as he sat down beside Hank in the lab. Hank obliged, and clicked on it, then paused it, letting it load.
"Why are you suddenly so interested, Logan?" Storm asked, standing behind the two men at their seats.
"I don't know, I just- knowing what Weapon X did to me, I just don't want that kind of thing to happen to a bunch of kids. And anyway, I don't know about you two, but I didn't understand one thing that happened back there. Seems like those three made a break for it and ran away from the Weapon X facility, now the other Weapon X's are trying to either kill 'em, or bring 'em back. And trust me, I know how that works. Now play the video"
Hank nodded, and clicked the mouse, not wanting to push such a subject with Logan.
It started out with a man and woman sitting at a desk, talking about the weather, or something, then the man shuffled his papers around, and said, "today, July fifth, nineteen ninety-four, a devastating fire has taken out a whole Native American community in the Rockies. Five log cabins have been burned beyond repair, and two have been heavily damaged. Most of the residents got out uninjured, but as many as six youths have yet to be found, along with several missing adults. Here's Mary Anderson, with an on sight report. Here you go Mary."
Now, the scenery cut to a young woman with long brown hair standing in front of several singed wood cabins nestled in tall evergreens. Closer to the cabins in the background, a young woman was crying, no doubt over her losses in the fire.
"Thank you, Richard. It was early this afternoon when an oil leak started a fire, awakening the residents of this peaceful community. As the fire ripped through these wooden homes, the locals ran from their homes, but a few did not make it. As you can imagine, people mourn those lost today."
The camera began to roam over the people standing there; women wrapped closely in hand-woven blankets, their black hair plaited into two braids, or left to flow down to their shoulders. Men held their families close, or dug about in the rubble left from the fire, trying to find possessions or missing loved ones.
"Several adults and children have been confirmed deceased, but several are still missing. Three of those were orphaned triplets named Melinda, Kassidy, and Joseph Howlett. They were three years old."
The camera continued to roll around the people surrounded the sight of the fire.
"Wait, pause it." Wolverine said, looking at the people on the computer screen.
"Look, is that…?" Storm pointed to a woman on her knees, crying, her blonde hair and pale hands covering her face.
"It is. It's Emma Frost."
A/N Thanks for reading! I 3 u! I know it's probably confusing so far, but I'll explain everything later!
And for those of you who were wondering, Misty's power is to be able to absorb and copy DNA (powers) of whoever's blood she absorbs (she absorbs blood through her skin)
Before they sent her against the three other OC's you've seen so far, they wiped her memory and had her absorb some of Mystique's blood.
So yeah.
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