"Why would Emma be in Canada, crying about some fire on a rez nonetheless?" Storm thought aloud.
"Why don't you ask her" Logan pointed behind him with his thumb, as he had heard Emma open the door, however so quietly.
Storm and Beast looked behind their Canadian friend, and saw the blond leaning against the doorway.
"Emma, why…?" Storm started, but was cut off by Frost.
"The same reason you three looked it up." she said, keeping her airy aura about her. When there seem to be no light bulbs turning on, she raised her eyebrow.
"Because of those three. If you haven't figured it out yet, the three you saw today were triplets." She said, her British accent as snobby-sounding as ever.
There was a pause.
"But what does that have to do with you?" Hank asked. Emma sighed, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.
"They were my older sister's children. I was going to go visit them… and then I heard about the fire. You see, she had died a year before that… and they were all I had left of her. She gave up six years of her life to save me from Weapon X… and as we were escaping, she was shot… she died within the hour. I didn't even know she had been wounded, and she told me she would catch up, and that she needed to stay there, but I never saw her again."
"I'm so sorry, Emma." Hank said softly.
"They said it was an accident, the fire, caused by an oil leak, or something, but I know it wasn't. Their tribe didn't even have oil up there! An-and I could FEEL it, Sabretooth and Deadpool, and Agent Zero, they had been there. They kidnapped the three of them. I didn't know why, I mean, only Kassidy had developed any powers, and they were just minor little things… it was strange, but I knew they were gone. I doubt they survived this long though." Emma shuddered at the thoughts of being back in that cell on the Island.
"You were in Weapon X?" Wolverine asked, narrowing his eyes. Emma nodded, a little sickly looking.
"Can I see the boy? I want to know if this could possibly be the real Joseph Howlett." She asked, looking at Beast, for once, like she was pleading. The blue-furred mutant nodded, and led her out the door and down the hall to the infirmary, where the boy now laid on the bed, sound asleep. But before she stepped out of the lab, she glanced back at Wolverine, with a look of pity he didn't quite catch.
"This is interesting, I didn't know Emma would ever be like this. Or that, for any matter" Storm said, motioning back at the computer screen.
"Yeah, this is sure interestin'." Wolverine agreed.
Several miles back north, a young girl, about seventeen, sulked in her room. Dragging in deep breaths, she tore apart her curtains and posters decorating her wall. By the time she calmed down enough to stop, insulation was sticking out her walls at random intervals, and the yellow fluffs were littered over the floor and carpet. Retracting her strange claws into her fingers again, she looked around, noting she would need a new mattress, sheets, curtains, a door, and major wall repair… again. By the time she had shown up with her squad, Blood Sister had been pretty well drained of life, and there was no sign of Kassidy or the others. This little quest was become a bit more than annoying.
What life Kassidy thought she could have outside of this one. Ever since she was three, she's been trained to be a killer. They've experiments on her brain, enhanced all her powers, made her the ultimate killer, and what thanks do they get? She runs away. Blows half facility up in he process, nonetheless. She betrays her own cousin, her now ex-best friend! She's going to pay! I don't care how long it takes me to take my revenge, but I will!
Her thoughts were interrupted when she ran into her father. He didn't seem to be in much better of a mood either, but she doubted it was for the same reason.
"Eh pops, what's up with you?" she said, patting him on the shoulder.
"Deadpool. I was playin' cards with the slime-ball and he won. I lost fifty bucks on that! But I know the little runt was cheatin'." He snarled, showing his fangs. The girl rolled her eyes.
"Don't let ol' Wade get the best o' ya. We both know he's a straight out idiot. He'll prob'ly just go blow it on somethin' stupid, like a bunch o' explosives to make a chair outta. Now get some shuteye, we're gonna be huntin' down dem Howlett's the next couple weeks, and we gonna make 'em regret eva bein' born."
Sabretooth smirked down at his daughter and nodded. This was going to be fun.
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