Tate Callahan has known Lorna and John for as long as she can remember. They're her family and she's theirs. It all started when she met Lorna. Tate, being diagnosed as a psychotic, for assault of a federal officer was put into Lakeview mental hospi...
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Four years later...
John puts a hand to the ground, attempting to pinpoint the location of a mutant girl, sentinel services are after. This is what the three of us have been up to for the past few years. We take in mutants who aren't accepted...make them apart of the mutant underground; a place where they feel like they belong.
"You getting anything?" Marcos: Lorna's boyfriend, and someone the three of us have come to love, asks from a few feet away. He's definitely the heart of our little gang...I knew when we met him that our trio would shortly become a quartet.
"I'm working on it." John replies.
"You seriously think she's here man? I mean she was just two miles away." Marcos asks, and I sigh, looking to my best friend who just runs her fingers through her damp green hair, keeping quiet.
"She's close." John looks up and over to the three of us.
"Closer than the last time she was close?" Marcos asks sarcastically, causing Lorna and I to crack a smile.
"She's moving strangely." John stands up, completely disregarding Marcos' jokes.
"I'm pretty sure he just likes keeping us out in the cold." Lorna says, crossing her arms.
Marcos lifts a hand, emitting a ball of light. "Look." He says gaining our attention. "There." He points to a broken police light.
"Well, that's interesting." I say sarcastically.
"Told you." John walks in front of us and over to the broken light.
"Hey, you all right? Want me to warm you up?" Marcos asks, pulling Lorna close.
"I'm okay, you can warm me up later though." Lorna smirks, trailing her hand up his jacket.
"Jesus." I roll my eyes, walking over to John, not wanting to hear nor see any more of their public displays of affection.
"She's there. Inside." He points to an abandoned workshop. The four of us walk over to the building, and John breaks off the lock, before pushing the door open. He signals for Lorna and Marcos to search one way, while he and I search another. Flashing red and blue lights catch my eye, and I look out of a broken window to see sentinel service trucks pulling into the area.
"You've got to be kidding me." I whisper to myself, while rolling my eyes.
"What is it, Tate?" John walks over, peering out of the window as well.
"Trouble." I sigh, as the two of us abandon the window in search of Lorna and Marcos. I walk into one of the smaller rooms, just in time to see a coffee pot being hurled at Marcos' head. I turn my attention to the opposite side of the room, my eyes landing on a girl about my age with a head full of wavy lavender hair, and big green eyes. Nonetheless pretty.
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