control // control one-shots

meet.

meeting in newt's POV

"I think he's the most powerful we've seen in a while."

"And I think he needs our help, take the car, go pick him up."

Newt's head snapped around as he heard Hank and the Professor talking outside his room. He instantly got off his bed and pressed his ear to the door.

"WICKED is on him right now," Hank said, his voice quivering slightly.

"That means we need to get to him fast, go I'll help from here."

Newt could hear footsteps then there was silence. He removed himself from sight as he slowly pushed his bedroom door open. A new mutant, they were going to pick up a new mutant and Newt was intrigued...or maybe he was just bored. Whatever it was, something pulled him out of his room and he slowly creeped down the hall, clicking the door shut behind him. No one could see him but sadly he didn't have noise cancelling powers too which in reality kinda sucked.

He went as fast as he dared down the hallway, internally cheering when he saw Hank. He followed closely behind him, being extra careful not to be heard.

He watched Hank grab the car keys, sighing hard as he pulled on his jacket and hurried out of the mansion. Newt slipped out the door before it closed, smiling as how well this was going so far. Hankie would never even know he'd been there.

When they got to the car, Hank opened the back door, tossing a bag into the backseat which Newt jumped in with. Hank slammed the door so fast it almost clipped his leg and Newt bit his lip to keep himself from gasping. He sat behind the driver's seat, making sure to keep to himself and not touch anything that would be noticable. He felt his heart racing slightly and the adrenaline in his blood. He hadn't been on a mission since...well since he was kicked off the X-Men and he was going stir crazy in the school. He, Minho and the girls could only play truth or dare so many times until it got boring.
Hank was driving faster than ever before. He assumed X was still in contact with him because at random times Hank would say "which way now?" then jerk the wheel harsly in a direction which almost sent Newt tumbling over the seat.

Newt knew they were close when he heard the screams. It was definitely a boy and it sounded so pained that it actually sent shivers down Newt's spine.

Hank slammed on the breaks so hard that Newt's face actually smashed against the back of the seat that time, thankfully Hank didn't notice.

When Newt looked out the window he realized why Hank didn't notice the small bump on the back of his seat, whatever was going on in the street was way more attention grabbing.

There was a stick skinny boy with a mess of dark brown hair standing in front of a heap of unmoving WICKED soldiers which actually wasn't even the creepy part, the creepy part was the way his veins seemingly ran black. Newt suddenly regretting coming, he wanted to be back in his room, not looking at this demon boy.

"Wait who-who's talkin?" the boy suddenly asked as he staggered towards the stop sign. Newt thought he was going to fall and when he caught a glimpse of his face he wanted to rush over and help him. He didn't look scary when his face was visible, he just looked fucking scared.

The boy smacked his temple. "Get out of my head whoever you are."

The boy's head rolled like it was weightless. He mumbled softly as he stumbled a bit. "I'm tired."

"Come on kid!" Hank spat quietly. He was probably about a hundred feet away, he just needed to keep walking before more WICKED-

There was a loud skidding noise as three trucks came tearing onto the street. Newt felt goosebumps raise on his arms as he saw the white letters WICKED printed on the side of the truck.