Rebekah
While my healing factor may not be Wolverine standard (I can't regrow limbs or stuff like that), a broken bone is no real problem for me. What annoys me more is the punctured lung. When Spider-Man steps forward, I wave him back, then stagger over to the desk and start going through the files. Isaac's file is almost as thick as Nightcrawler's. Going through it is very interesting. Especially the psychological profile. Oooh…
Right, cross-references. Project Implosion looks interesting. I flick through the files and finally find it. Reading it is…interesting. Well, it is about us. But apparently Magneto is terribly worried about it all and thinks the only way to stop it is to kill one of us and dump our body in a black hole and hope it goes to a parallel reality. Apparently it's something to do with a link which was preceded by a terribly long word that I think even Beast might have trouble understanding. It include postnatal, so I haven't the foggiest. I've always regarded human reproduction with more than a dashing of distaste. I'm a physicist first and foremost, a chemist second. Biology I'm good at but my heart's in Physics. Always has been, always will be. And then I read the summary.
Whilst Thief's powers are much greater and of more use to the cause, as well as his allegiance to the fight for freedom, he should be the primary candidate for termination. He is more dangerous and Panthera's limits are as yet untapped. In the long-term, she could be more valuable or even a great threat.
Oh. Well. That's kinda niceto know that Maggie thinks I'm dangerous. Even if I'm not as great a threat as Isaac. I pick up the file, as well as both Isaac's and mine, then turn. My lung and rib are both healed. Isaac's still bundled up though. I grin.
"Right. Mr Spider-Man, since you appear to have webbed our partner in crime up, I'd quite like you to carry him. In the meantime, I do believe the X-Men are here."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, I think the alarms are a bit of a hint."
"What alarms…? OWWW!"
The alarm in the office finally sounds, just after all the other ones –that I'd been listening in to (enhanced hearing anyone?). I smile sweetly, which is really difficult to do with fangs.
"Those alarms."
He winces.
"You enjoy this, don't you?"
I nod, suddenly pensive.
"And that's why I have to get home. Why we have to get home. We shouldn't be like this."
"Why not?"
I blink, amazed.
"What?"
"Why can't you be like this?"
"Because we come from a world where you're all comic-book characters!"
I'm fed up of lying. I just want to go home and be normal, boring, bookish Bekah. I want to go home and spend my evenings reading bad fanfiction and making excuses to myself about why I should be doing it before my homework.
And then the doors are blasted open and the X-Men stand there, Cyclops looking thunderous, Wolverine looking like he's trying not to burst out laughing. Well, at least one X-Man isn't going to kill me…
Isaac
I'm grabbed roughly and bundled into the back of a plane. I saw Bekah following more slowly with a pile of papers. She was boxed in by a couple of X-men. I guess this was how it felt to be arrested.
"Spider-Man, you might as well be on your way," Cyclops said. He would have put cuffs on me for sure had I not been webbed up already.
"No thanks Cyclops. I like to stay." Spider-Man hopped into the back of the plane with me.
Bekah followed shortly along with the rest of the X-men and Magneto. It was cramped inside the plane. It was about half the size of the Blackbird and there were at least a dozen people including Spider-Man, me, Bekah, and Magneto.
"We discovered the smoldering heap of the Blackbird about ten kilometers from here. Cyclops almost had a heart attack. I assume you crashed it?" Logan said.
"No actually," Rebekah said. "Buckethead over there shot it down."
Logan smiled slightly. "And why is he here?" Logan said pointing to Spider-Man.
"Hello, I'm right here you know? I can answer for myself. I saw these two youngsters in trouble and I thought I could help them out, keep a lookout for them and stuff. These youngsters get themselves into a lot of trouble," Spider-Man answered.
"Isn't that the truth?" Logan said.
"So are we in trouble?" I asked. Everyone looked at me. "I was joking."
"Why did you lie to me?" Spider-Man asked.
"We didn't really lie to you. We just weren't a hundred percent honest."
"So where do you really come from?"
"Another dimension."
"And is it true that everyone's a comic book character?"
"Yes and yes we know your secret identity and yes we know an awful lot about you and no we won't tell you what we know," Bekah said.
"We're almost there," Cyclops informed everyone.
"Already?" Spider-Man asked.
"This things is easily faster than the speed of sound."
We arrived and we were all taken off the plane. They locked an inhibitor collar around my neck.
"It's just a precaution," Logan said. I growled.
Bekah grimaced and followed the X-men into the room with the files leaving me and Logan alone.
"What's happened to you?" He asked.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"When you arrived you were a normal boy and now you're a cruel maniac who doesn't seem to own a conscience."
"I don't want to talk about it," I said sullenly.
"What's happened to you? Tell me everything."
I don't know why, but I ended up pouring out my heart to him. He was like the father I hadn't seen in months. He listened without saying anything. When I was finished, Logan whistled slowly.
"You've got a lot of pent up emotions in you kid. You need to try and release it constructively."
"What do you do?" I asked.
Logan smiled grimly. "I usually dice something up."
"Sorry I asked."
I looked at the door and wondered what was going on. The X-men, along with Spider-Man, Bekah, and Magneto, were all sitting behind soundproof doors talking about something top secret that concerned me, while I sat outside with an inhibitor collar strapped around my neck. My hearing was advanced to superhuman levels but even I couldn't hear through soundproof doors. I really wish I knew what was going on!