***Chapter 8***

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Ten to fifteen police cars are spread out across the yard. All the policemen and woman are pointing their guns at us. "Robby." I tell Bobby and he nods. "Sir, please put down the knives." A police officer to the right of us shouts to Logan who's claws are out. "I can't." Logan says. He lifts his claws and the officer shoots him, square in the forehead. Rogue screams and we all listen and get on the ground, except John. "You know all those scary mutants you see on TV? I'm the worst one." He shouts and sends a flaming ball of fire towards the officer. "Yeah, right. You wish." I mutter. Bobby gives me a look that says, 'Stop him.' I huff dramatically and stand to my feet. "Why do I have to do everything around here?" I ask. I reach out and freeze Bobby's hands with my power. A surprisingly not dead Logan rises from the ground and cracks his neck. Just then a jet lands and we all scramble towards it. I look back and see my parents and Robby watching us through the window. I give them the bird and get aboard the jet. "Who's he?" Logan asks, staring at a quiet blue man. "Who's she?" A woman with olive colored skin and white hair asks, gesturing to me. "She's my sister." Bobby says. "No, I was your sister. There is a big difference." I correct him. "Can you please unfreeze my hands?" John cuts in. "Sure, but next time, keep your cool. No pun intended." I reply and take the ice from him and turn into snowflakes. "She's like me but with some more interesting powers." Bobby explains to the two woman. "Well, then, I'm Jean Grey." The red head introduces. "I am Storm." The white haired woman says. "Winter, Blizzard, call me what you like." I respond, forming an ice glass and drinking water from it. "Do you know where the Professor is?" Logan asks Storm. "Is the Professor a bald guy in a wheelchair?" I ask. Everyone turns to me and I continue drinking my water. "How do you know that?" Jean asks. "And why can't I read your mind?" She adds. "Ooh, you are a telepath. The man in a wheelchair was a telepath as well. The reason you nor he can read my mind is because I'm a class seven mutant, the first of my kind. I know who baldy is because he was my mission before this. Anyway, William Stryker has him. I overheard his talking, he said something like, "Get the allusion maker to Charles before he wakes up." The allusion maker a.k.a Jason Stryker is a class six mutant, and once he gets into your Professor's head, there is nothing to prevent him from drilling images into Xavier's mind." Once I'm finished talking I take another sip of my drink. "How do you know all this?" Jean questions. "Because I worked for the soulless asshole. Where do you think I was when Mr. I'm Perfect here was with the x-men? Yep, I was shipped off to Stryker's lair." I respond. "You worked for Stryker? How do we know we can trust you?" Storm inquires. "You don't, but I'd like to see you try to get anywhere Stryker is without me." Is my serious answer. "We can trust her, Storm. She may be smug and sarcastic, but she is my sister, she won't betray us." I meet his eye and give him a hint of a smile.

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