[Virgins]

Chapter 4

He stepped out from the room, pulling along the knob behind him; shutting the door. His face looked fiery with the sneer and the frown. A bright beam shot his extremely white hair. He was smartly dressed in a black office tuxedo wear with a tie. He was the creator of the cures and gadgets, Warren Worthington Jr.; Warren's father. He traveled his eyes all over the office, side to side; looking at his flabbergasted workers. The workers could do nothing but sealed their lips. "Who stopped the sells of the cures?", he inquired. Not a person answered . "Answer me!", he exclaimed. "The mutants, sir", a voice of a man was heard. "From which side?"

"The X-Men, sir. The guards were cuffed by them"

He snorted in disgust, "Did you know... Each stores are guarded by securities with machine guns loaded by permanent bullet-cures", Worthington wandered around the office. Slowly, like taking his own sweet time. "When a bullet appears in a mutant's body, the bullet would disperse into a liquid that would attack their cells. And they're cured", he stopped his steps when he met the man who answered him earlier. "Why didn't they just shoot them?", he hit his palm, hard on the man's table. The sound echoed the whole floor. "T- They are powerful and fast, sir. The guards couldn't stop them", he replied him stuttered, fixing his big glasses. Worthington turned to look away, "They have no rights", he said under his breath.

The Blackbird's flat bridge stretched down to touch the land of Odesa. Warm air was blown in, running through the standing mutants' hair. The ray of light impacted their skin. Their eyes were sparkling, beautifully; showing their true iris colors beamed by the biggest star. Professor Xavier wheeled down, unhurriedly followed by his mutants. The weather was fine but the place was quiet. The bald man gazed around the city, appearing a deep frown in his brows. His mutants behind, were startled when they found not a person walking around. "What happened?", Moonstar blinked her eyes. It was hard for her to believe. Unexpectedly, they saw a young boy, parking his bicycle in front of a house with a wary expression clearly shown in his face. He wasn't that far from the X-Men and the Blackbird. An arm was seen stretched out from one of the house's windows, waving madly toward the boy. "Shvydko!", a woman's voice was heard from the house. The boy glared at the mutants before dashing in.

"Find Shaw", Professor Xavier demanded.

The metal door was knocked once. No one seemed to open the door. The metal door started to have dents everywhere. All of a sudden , the metal door transformed into a big metal ball. People in the office were stunned. They stood up and stared at it in awe. Later, the metal ball moves in forward rapidly, crashing through desks, computers and drawers. The floor was a chaos; Seeing people running, documents flying, papers lying on the ground. The ball finally ended its life when it went straight to the window glass and stumbled out through it.

An old man with a dark red colored helmet on, walked into the office together with his mutants behind. The helmeted man stretched an arm out toward an escaping worker. The worker's wristwatch was tightened, hard around his wrist. His hand was settled up high in the air then, his body was carried up, floating like underwater. The man groaned in pain at his wrist. "Where's Worthington Jr.?", the helmeted man asked him with a deep tone in his voice. "H-He walked out before you guys barged in", the worker winced. "Which way?", the old man inquired, impatiently. The worker pointed his index finger toward his left side and screamed as he heard his wrist bone cracked into a break. The cold sober faced man loosen the metal wristwatch, letting the worker fall harshly to the ground. "Mutants, get Worthington", he beseeched.

Alex Summers wandered around the silent city as his duty was to protect the place and won't let Ukrainians panic. Same went to Shadowcat and Cannonball. All these three were separated to guard the big city from harm.

He glanced all around him with a grim face. He made sure he won't miss a thing or trouble will be caused; which would be a huge mistake. He walked down the street, calmly with his eyes kept in view. He stopped his steps when he heard a boy grunting in pain. The boy kept babbling in Ukrainian and wouldn't stop wincing. Alex was sure that the noises came from the alley. Abruptly, a voice of a girl was heard, replying the boy with a worried tone. Alex jogged up to the alley an peered in. He saw a teenage boy was badly injured at his forearm. Blood kept bleeding out, furiously. Alex turned to look at the platinum blonde haired teenage girl who was kneeling next to the lying boy on the ground. She took the weak boy's arm, slowly and placed her palm on his wide cut at the forearm. A white bright glow appeared in her hand. Alex watched her intently, wondering what was she doing. She pulled away her hand and the cut was gone. His forearm was healed. The boy sat up, carefully and studied his forearm.

Alex stepped in without hesitation. He really knew the girl was a mutant. The boy narrowed his eyes at him, "Ne treba!", the boy stood up and urged the girl to run off. "No!", Alex tried to chase after her but was punched by the boy in the face. "Zalyshte", the boy stretched an arm out and a strong energy pushed Alex away out of the alley. The girl hid behind a garbage bin with terrified tears, watching her friend. She didn't want to leave him. She wished she could give him a help.

Alex was thrown and fell on his back, harshly. He groaned, "Listen, I know you're scared but I'm a good mutant, looking for mutants like you both", he rose up to his feet. The boy's eyebrows were curved into a deep frown, "Prove it", he said. His Ukrainian accent was clearly audible. Alex trapped his big round gadget on his suit. "Show me your power", he insisted. "My power? No, I can't, little guy. It's a powerful beam", Alex paused for a moment, stepping forward, "If I wasn't a mutant, why would I wear this such suit?", he continued, smirking. The boy looked at him up and down, just to make sure if there was a weapon. Alex fixed his eyes on the hiding girl, "Get her back here" The boy spun around and called her name. Slowly, she stood up. Her beautiful shoulder length-ed hair was blown by the cold wind, "Spravdi?", she asked, gazing at Alex with an uneasy feeling. "Spravdi", the boy nodded once, taking her hand as she came over. Alex gave them a warm smile, "This way", he made his way out from the alley followed by the teenagers. Alex looked back over his shoulder, "You've a pretty sister, by the way" "You mean, my girlfriend", the boy glimpsed at him with a grumpy face. "Oh...", Alex turned his head away. It took him a few seconds to answer, "Oops?", he snickered, tauntingly.

[To Be Continued...]

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