Fatal Attractions [Charles Xavier | Book One]

Chapter 5: Sebastian Shaw

       Kat lost track of the hours she spent on that bench contemplating the events of the last couple days. There were so many things, so many plans happening around them that she knew their kind were involved in but excluded from knowing. Raven clearly knew things that others didn't; that was clear. But Kat wouldn't dare dive into her mind. She still wasn't sure she could control it if she did, but so far she had kept control. Besides, Raven surely didn't know everything that Kat wanted to know. All Kat could really think about were the things the CIA might really want to do with them: their so-called "mutant division."

        When her thoughts came to Charles, she seemed to relax. Charles was the real telepath and apparently an advocate for their kind, so there was no way he would let anyone do wrong by them, right? Even if what Raven said was true—and she had certainly believed it as she'd said it—Charles most certainly wouldn't let anything happen to his sister, especially.

        It wasn't until later that evening when the sky turned to pink as the sun set that Raven found Kat in the exact same spot she'd left her in. She came to stand in front of Kat so that the last of the sun's light was behind her, illuminating her with almost a halo of light. She looked cheerful, happy from having most likely spent the day with Hank.

        Raven smiled down at her, appearing even more angelic. "If you've had your fix of nature, you can come with me to hang out with the others. They've placed us in another room across the facility if you want to walk with me to go meet them?"

        "Yeah." Kat looked up at her and offered a smile in return, pushing herself up off the bench. "I think I've spent enough time being alone." And she truly had. So many years of it.

        It became increasingly clear to Kat how lucky she was when they arrived to find that everyone was still in good spirits despite the closing of their previous night together. Of course, no one jumped or flew around the room as they had the night before; instead, the most of them were seated around on the couches chatting while Alex and Darwin played with a pinball machine in the corner, the two of them in competition between themselves.

         Kat followed Raven around one of the couches to sit between her and Angel. She felt increasingly liberated and free to be herself among them as none of them stared at her ears or tail; that was one thing she enjoyed about their company. Unfortunately, she didn't get to make much of conversation before they were interrupted by two men in black suits who deliberately stopped outside their room's window as large as the one in their previous room had been.

        The agents stood and gawked outside the room's large window.

        "Woah, I didn't know the circus was in town!" The one standing closest to the window announced, a mocking grin and dark eyes going to Angel. "Hey, come on, honey. Give us a little, uh—" He made flapping motions with his arms, waving his hands like they were wings to make his painfully inaccurate impression while making a flapping sound.

        Angel glared and shook her head. 

        "No?" The agent asked and pretended to look hurt. His friend, however, looked to Kat.

        "Hey, come here, pussycat," the second man called, beckoning her with his fingers. He then meowed at her. Only then did Kat flattened her ears against her head, her tail curling around her waist once more to settle in her lap. She'd been mocked by men before but never about her mutation; she had hidden it too well. This was something else entirely. 

        "Come on, let's see the foot!" The first agent tried Hank this time, raising his own leg and tapping at his polished black shoe.

        Hank didn't say anything; he just stood.