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Warning
> This story deals with rape, violence, torture, sex and much
more. I don’t think people under the age of 18 should read
this. <Warning English
is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes. *mmmm
* is telepathically thoughts spoken in the mind. “ mmmmm ”
is spoken out loud.
Part
4: “They
have to be somewhere. Search again,” Alex Summers, Scott’s kid
brother, persisted as he and the rest of the mutants at Xavier’s
school searched for their friends. Somehow it had seemed natural that
Alex had taken over leadership now that all people over the age of 19
were missing. He was a Summers, a born leader and then he was the
oldest of the students left behind. “
I have checked the data four times already,” Kurt complained but did
as bid. “
Hon`, you’re driving them too hard,” Lorna said as she lay a
gentle hand on his shoulder. “
We need to find them and soon. Time is of the essence,” Alex
reminded her as he ran through TV broadcasts and other documentary
from the fight their friends had had with the anti-mutant group. Of
cause most of the TV stations told the story very differently, saying
that mutants had attacked humans and all that usual rubbish. “
I know. I worry too. We all do,” Lorna reminded him softly. “
I know,” he turned to a young, beautiful Chinese woman with a tattoo
on her face. “ Betsy, can you feel any of them?” “
No, it is as if their powers are…gone. They’re either unable to
use their powers, not on Earth or….dead,” Betsy answered, not
giving them much to work with. Earth was a big enough place to get
lost on. The whole universe was way too much for him to even consider
right now and death was not a option he would ever consider. “
Angel, do you have something?” Alex asked into the comlink which
connected them to Angel and all other students sent out in town to
find clues. “
I’m on the sight of the fight now. I have found pieces of their
uniforms and clothing, blood which Hank says matches theirs and such
but nothing to work on. We’ll keep to it,” Angel said,
anticipating Alex next sentence. “
Good. Alex out,” Alex
ran a hand through his golden hair. This was promising to be a long
day in a long month in a long year. But he wouldn’t rest, he
wouldn’t stop until he had found his brother, his only living
relative he had first met a few years ago, and the others. No matter
if he then had to search till the end of time or in the senate. He
would find them. He would. No matter what it took, he’ll be reunited
with his brother. |
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