"Hey kid, kid!" Someone was shouting although it seemed to be some distance away. The shouting got slowly louder as she came too. She could only have been out for an hour at the most. Head injuries tended to take a little longer to heal than anything else.
She opened her eyes to find about 2 people watching her, both of them cladded in black leather.
"Who are you?" She asked, pushing herself up.
"No, don't try and get up, you've been hurt," A white haired woman started to say.
"I'm fine, where's Jessica," She asked, standing up, leaning against the wall for a moment to gain her balance before looking around.
"Who?" A guy asked, obviously the one that had been shouting at her.
"My sister," She replied, looking back at the man as though he were insane.
"Sweetheart, there's no one else here," The blonde woman said, placing a hand on Callie's shoulder.
"Look kid, we were tracking a couple of men, one old guy and a gruff looking man as well, were they here?" The guy asked, a little worried about the erratic state of the young woman in front of him.
"They took Jess," Callie replied simply.
"You're sister, is she a mutant?" A guy with a visor asked, walking over to them having obviously been scouting out the area.
"No but there's a chance she will be," She replied, looking up at him, "why?"
"The man we were tracking, he was searching for a mutant. One that goes by the name of Mimic, to other mutants," He explained. As soon as Callie heard the name Mimic she leant on the wall and took a deep breath before letting herself slide to the floor.
"I take it you know who this Mimic is?" The first guy said to which she nodded.
She'd only ever used the name once having found a discussion group for lone mutants. Her parents had suggested it because she didn't know anyone who was going through the same thing. The name had also been their idea to protect her identity.
"He got the wrong one," Callie said simply, staring at the ground in front of her.
"The wrong one?" The blonde asked, bending down in front of her.
"I'm Mimic, not my sister. Me," She said, looking up at the woman in front of her.
"We'll get your sister back kid, but we are going to have to ask you to come with us. There's a possibility he will come back for you," The visor guy replied.
"Come with you where?" she asked, standing up and looking at the visor guy.
"We'll explain on the way," The blonde said simply before leading her out of the car park.
A few hours later Callie sat in a seat near the front of the huge black jet, talking to the others. She'd not only discovered their names, both mutant and real, but that they all came from a school for mutants. They were all, in fact, teachers. The blonde, Storm or Ororo, was a music teacher and a weather witch. The guy with the visor, Cyclops or Scott, taught combat and shot optical lasers from his eyes and the guy that kept calling her kid, much to her annoyance, was Logan or Wolverine. Logan intrigued her because not only did he have metal claws that popped out of his hands but he healed, like she did.
"So you're all from a school?" she asked to which they nodded. "You're not from Xavier's are you?" she asked afterwards causing Scott and Logan to turn to look at her.
"How do you know about it?" Ororo asked from her seat, at the controls where she was piloting the jet.
"Xavier came to my house when I was 14 I think. He offered me a place but I had my ability under control and I didn't want to leave my sister in case she developed it too," Callie explained to which Scott nodded.
"Your parents were okay with you being a mutant?" Logan asked, looking at her to which she smiled.
"They call it my unique talent," She said simply, making her smile a little before the smile dropped from her face, "my sister hasn't gotten one yet, if she's gonna get one at all. I promised I'd keep her safe."
"That's a big promise to make," Scott said before turning to her, "don't worry, the professor will be able to find her."
Callie simply nodded in reply before playing with a charm on her bracelet. It was an exact replica of Jessie's locket, with the same pictures and the same engraving.
"Stay lucky Jess," She muttered under her breath, looking at the picture that had been taken a few weeks ago.
Jessie came too in a pitch black room in which she appeared to be in the middle. Crawling to the side she felt her way to the corner and curled up in it, pulling her knees to her chest.
"Callie," she said in a quiet whisper to which came no response.
He hand immediately went to her locket as she whimpered a little in the dark. She'd never liked the dark as it was but in the cold room she was in it seemed much scarier, especially without her sister to comfort her.
The door opened, allowing light to spill in to the room around the silhouette of a man.
"Well hello there, and how do we feel?" He asked, walking in and over to Jessie who tried to shrink in to the corner.
"Where am I? Where's Callie?" She asked simply, her voice shaking.
"You're where you need to be. As for your sister, let's not worry about that," He said before turning and leaving the room again, allowing the darkness to encompass Jessie again.
"How is she?" The older man from earlier asked as the gruffer one walked back in.
"She's scared, she might show us something interesting soon," he replied, walking over to where the older man was, watching the girl huddled in the darkness through a camera link to the room.