My fingers skim over the blueprint of the pentagon as the jolt of the car rattles the page, so much security...and sadly, they won't see a single thing coming. I glance up, looking into the rearview mirror, and for a second, Hank's eyes match mine before I turn down once more.
These two think they can send me away, and then I'll just walk back to help them...at least Hank wrote; his letters were friendly, although I could practically feel the frustration in the penmanship. Squinting, I look to the measurements "How many floors beneath?"
"Hundred...about." gulps Hank.
"Well, it's either it is a hundred or isn't."
"It is," states Logan giving me a look that says not to push myself. "Fine, least I can do for getting me new clothes."
Just some yoga pants, sneakers, and a t-shirt, so nothing fancy. Flipping the plans over, I reread them, "All made out of concrete and sand, but the prison itself is glass." I wonder aloud. Logan takes this as a good sign.
"It's possible to get in?"
I nod. "In? Yes. Out?" trailing these words, I point to the shaft "Elevators the key. We can empty the kitchen with a diversion easily, but there will be guards along the hall ready to shoot at any second, but you can surely walk us down there and freeze everyone?" I question, boring my eyes into the back of Charles's head.
Clearing his throat, he dismisses this idea, "I-I can't...use my powers."
Huh?
"So that Charles could walk again, the serum also takes away his powers," Hank explains; after hearing this I snort a laugh. Catching it, Charles turns back. "What?"
Smirking, I don't look at him. "Just a thought, I mean, since you got no powers, why don't we have Hank send you to boarding school?" I hint. Slamming his hands on the dashboard, Charles shouts back, "That was-!!! I did not!!!-"
"Oh, So the last six years, they apparently don't exist, huh!"
"Listen to me!!!-"
"No, you listen to me!!!" I scream, causing him to go quiet as I continue, "I'm not doing diddly-squat for you unless you do something for me!" demanding this, Charles shakes his head. "What do you want?"
Really just like that?
I knew what I wanted, and I don't care how long it takes for the serum to wear off he's going to take them.
"For my memories of you to be taken away," I remark, leaving way for silence to overcome at atmosphere before continuing, "To do this, we're gonna need someone who can either control the guards or get past them with Erik."
Logan nods. "I know a guy. He'd be about your age now," he reveals, so another mutant, not that there's nothing wrong, of course. I guess I'm just annoyed that after I told everyone what I wanted, I didn't even get a reaction out of Charles.
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"Here, here, here." points Logan as the car comes to a stop. It seems like your regular friendly street, lovely house, big lawn. Logan and I are the first out of the car as we step past the mailbox.
Maximoff?
"So this guy, you know him...well, older him?" I question following Logan up the few stairs.
"All of us know him Triston; guess I'm just introducing you all a little early." he jokes as his knocks resound on the door. Not even a little later, a woman opens the door with a sigh, "What's he done now?"
That's cutting it to chase if ever heard it. Glancing down at the welcome mat, I notice it have a black mark down the middle, worn down and flattened.
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FanfictionStudies show that mutant powers are inherited from fathers, so just imagine my father's face when I had none. I'm Triston, sadly too normal for my dad so he makes a school in which he can flood with kids who have abilities. But the whole world chang...
