Hey readers! Sorry, it took me longer than expected with this chapter. It was getting too long for my liking so I decided to split the whole thing into three smaller chapters. When it was just the one huge chapter all the events taking place just seemed too rushed. Any how, for all Erik lovers out there, he will be appearing in . . . chapter six? Possibly. It all depends. Also I'm debating about writing an Azazel/OC story. I'm still into the whole Mystique sister thing. So maybe they both were separated while escaping from their family ( cause its obvious that Ravens real family kicked her out or threatened her or something!) and ended up on different sides of the whole good and evil thing. Let me know if any of you are interested in that. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I only own Amelia
Amelia sat perched on top of a filing cabinet in the Head Quarters of the CIA. She had argued with Charles on letting her attended the meeting with Raven and himself. It took hours and Raven was no help considering she was still in a foul mood after the incident with Moira MacTaggert. But Amelia being the determined person that she was had won the rights to come.
"The advent of a nuclear age may have accelerated the mutation progress." Amelia examined her dark green nails while listening to Charles give his presentation to the agents in the room. The lizard girl may've not been able to attend school like Raven but she could tell that if Biology was anything like Charles' presentation, it was easy to say she would have failed the subject. "Individuals with extraordinary abilities may already be among us. Thank you very much." Charles fixed his tie while nodding to the occupants of the room then sat down. No weak sounds of clapping or even an acknowledgement of the presentation were given.
Well isn't that rude, thought Amelia.
"MacTaggert," The stern voice of a, grey haired, male agent said. "You really think some crack-pot scientist is gonna make me believe in sparkly dames and vanishing men?" The agent gave her a smug look. As if this was the key to finally prove she wasn't made to handle being an agent. "You just bought yourself a one-way ticket back to the typing pool." Moira's expression changed to one of dismay. Amelia watched the event wide-eyed. "This meeting is over." The humans began cleaning away their business papers into briefcases and shoving remaining donuts into mouths. The defeated Moira slid her chair away from the desk. Amelia felt sorry for the woman. It was clear that these men didn't think she could handle having such a high-up job because she was female.
Charles, Amelia pleaded. The man in question held a hand towards her, signalling her to wait.
As the defeated Moira lifted herself off the chair, Charles spoke. "Please sit down Agent MacTaggert." The agent gave him a puzzled look, but sat back down. Raven turned to Charles and gave him a worried expression.
"I didn't really expect you to believe me." Charles told the smug man at the head of the table. "Given that all you could think about during my presentation is what sort of pie is being served in the commissary." The man's express changed to bewilderment. Charles drummed his fingers against the wooden table. "It's Apple Pecan." He drawled. Amelia gave a cheeky grin. Charles made eye contact with Moira who seemed utterly confused at the whole situation. "I haven't been entirely honest with you love, I'm sorry." He truthfully told MacTaggert. Charles then focused on the rude man again. "You see one of the many spectacular things my mutation allows me to do is that I can read your mind."
A white haired agent then leaned over the table. "I've seen this before in a magic show." The man informed the room. "Are you gonna ask us to think of a number between one and ten now?" He mocked. A pompous laugh left his throat and the greying haired agent copied his response to Charles' statement.
Charles joined in before replying. "No Agent Stryker," He shook his head. "Although," He voiced. "I could ask you about your son, William, who you're thinking about, which is very nice." The agents all glanced at each other and looked at the shocked Agent Stryker. How could a stranger possibly know about that? "But I think I'd rather ask you about the Jupiter missiles America are currently placing in Turkey." Charles quickly finished.
"He's a spy." The head agent concluded. "You brought a god damn spy!" He shouted at Moira. Horror etched onto MacTaggert's face at his accusation. "I would never!" She responded. Then all hell broke loose.
The greying haired agent picked up a phone, while Agent Stryker shouted abuse at the so called 'spy'. Some agents bickered amongst themselves; others were telling MacTaggert how they blamed her. Papers were scattered and pens were thrown. Amelia finally had enough when a pencil hit her in the face. With a huff Amelia dropped down from the cabinet. She walked over and stood behind the seat that Charles was occupying. Gingerly she placed a hand on his shoulder.
It's time; Charles could hear a voice in his head. It was Amelia's way of telling him the events that would unfold if she became visible. Charles placed his hand on top of hers, giving it a tight squeeze. Only if you're ready, the mind-reader responded. Amelia took a deep breath. If they wanted a magic trick, she'd give them one. The invisible scales twitched.
Every pair of human eyes were now fixed on the green creature. Silence seeped through the walls and began to chock the humans and mutants. One agent even spilled his coffee but made no move to clean it up. Amelia lifted her chin higher. I am not afraid, she chanted. Raven followed her twins' example and morphed into Agent Stryker's double. One man looked so close to fainting while others resembled cartoon characters with their large saucer eyes and hanging jaws. As more time passed, the more Amelia noticed that some men started staring at specific areas. She began to feel uncomfortable under there intense gazes. Amelia felt her stomach twist and the longer the men stared, the sicker she felt.
Charles could feel Amelia's green fingers dig into his jacket. The grip was strong enough to make him wince. Her nails embedded themselves into his clothes like a hawk would a mouse. His face suddenly twisted into disgust. It was as if a foul smell had been placed under his nose. Seconds ticked by and the expression grew more disgusted. Sometimes Charles hated hearing people's inner thoughts. He could block them out quite well but some seemed to shout at him. As if they were begging him to hear. Charles' jaw tightened and his hands became fists with white knuckles.
It was the first time in many years that Amelia felt uncomfortable being nude. She couldn't help it though. Unlike Raven, who could use her power on her clothing as well, Amelia couldn't. Only Amelia would disappear not her clothes. The easier and quicker she could hide from humans, the better. So she never wore any items of clothing apart from the occasional dressing gown. She was never worried about it until she hit puberty. This was around the time she discovered that it was considered indecent not to wear clothes. Amelia at a young age knew that her body was different from other girls. She did have scales after all. Raven and Amelia seemed to share similar patterns of scale formations on their skin. So she didn't find it particular odd that her physical form looked different to other human girls until Raven came home with Charles after receiving the dreaded 'talk' with the school nurse.
It took Amelia awhile to become comfortable in just her skin again. And by a while she meant four years. She would constantly lock herself away in her room when Charles wanted to talk to her. Raven had to inform the confused male about the problem after he became worried that he had done something to upset Amelia.
He spent days afterwards just sitting outside her door and telling her that her mutation was an amazing thing and just because she couldn't wear clothes didn't mean it was indecent of her.
Charles knew. He knew how insecure and anguish his friend felt at this moment in time. He didn't need to be a telepath to know. If looks could kill, all the male agents gawking at Amelia would have been six feet under. Charles left his seat, pulled off his jacket and placed it around Amelia. The green girl muttered a thank you. Charles stared into Amelia's eyes for what seemed like an eternity before clearing his throat and broke eye contact. He turned to face the gawking audience then placed his hand on Amelia's leg and gently pushed her behind him.
Raven looked at the exchange between Charles and her twin. Watching as Charles blushed and Amelia mumbled like a fool. Envy seemed to crawl from the darker corners of her mind and hungrily feasted on her insecurities. Raven shifted in to her true form causing the agents to widen their eyes further.
Charles focused his venomous stare on Agent Stryker. "How's that for a magic trick?" His question seemed to echo. The agent didn't reply. Instead a stocky man with thick rimmed glasses answered instead.
"Best I've ever seen." Amelia turned to look at the man with curiosity. The large man waved chunky fingers at the green mutant with a silly smile on his face. Amelia gave a tiny smile and wiggled her fingers in return. Charles moved further in front of Amelia trying to conceal her from the smiling man.
"At least he isn't staring at other parts of me Charles" She whispered into his ear. The barrier between the agents and Amelia didn't move. Like hell am I going to let these people stare at you like meat Amelia, Charles projected into her mind.
"I want them out of here." The grey haired agent finally said. He pointed at the mutants in the room. "On lock down until I've figured out what to do." He finished. Amelia tensed and shared a concerned look with her twin.
"My facility's off site." Spoke the stocky agent. The agents surrounding the long table turned to face him. He appeared to be trying to mask his excitement but was miserably failing. "I'll take them." He told the room. The head agent hesitated before giving the stocky agent the go ahead. Amelia's mouth twitched upwards at the child like glee of the agent as his wish was granted. I like him, she thought to Charles. The man twisted his head round to meet hers. "As do I." He spoke. The giddy agent sprang from his chair and beckoned the mutants to follow him.
Charles placed his hand on Amelia's waist and hurried her through the door and away from the sight of the goggling agents. Raven switched into her blond disguise and followed.
"Charles." Raven spoke, grabbing his wrist and pulling him away from Amelia and the little agent. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" She pondered. Charles stopped walking and placed his hands on her shoulders. "It's a chance to find more people like us. It's a chance to help them like we helped each other." He grinned. Raven pulled a displeased look. "That's not-" Suddenly she was interrupted by a horrified scream. Both mutants snapped their heads to the sound down the corridor. Standing and screaming at Amelia was a woman. The little agent was trying to calm her down and was being unsuccessful.
"Monster!" She screamed. Amelia was scrambling away from the banshee and back down the corridor. Before she was at a safe distance more people appeared in the hall and saw Amelia. The green girl tried saying soothing words to the shocked crowd but this only triggered shouts and curses to be direct towards the poor girl. Amelia in her distressed statue quickly tried to make her mutation useful and tried to vanish from sight. But her scales wouldn't cooperate and began shifting different colours. The small group of workers shouted more insulting words. One male worker advanced towards the lizard creature causing her to stumble backwards and fall. The small agent ran in front of Amelia and pushed the worker away. Amelia then finally became invisible.
A hand was covering Ravens face as she witnessed the sight before her. Her sister forgot about the jacket causing curses and cries of "Freak!" to be fired at her. Tears began spilling from the shape-shifters eyes. Charles stared at the scene in complete shock. "Charles." Raven chocked. The dazed man made no response. "CHARLES!" She shouted. The man blinked then the crowd froze. The lack of noise made the sound of Amelia's sobbing audible. Raven rushed over to the whimpering hovering jacket and crouched down beside it. "Amelia. It's okay I've got you." She wrapped her arms around her twin. Charles remained fixed to his spot. Fingers pressed to his temple, he began erasing the last few moments in the hallway from the humans minds.
"Raven," He croaked. "Take Amelia to the bathroom, just down the hall, to the left, until she calms down." Amelia's sobbing had turned to shaky breathing and sniffs. Raven soothingly stroked her sister's invisible hair.
"Charles," Protested Raven. "She-" The shape-shifter was cut off.
"Now, Raven." Her brothers' voice sternly said. "I'll meet you both there soon." Raven hesitated before slowly helping her invisible sister up off the floor. Just as the pair turned into another corridor Raven turned and gave Charles a look.
Do you think this is still a good idea? Raven seemed to spit at Charles' mind. Charles kept his gaze on Raven and Amelia until they disappeared from his sight. The mind-reader exhaled a shaky breath then unfroze the humans.