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A Place in this World
There was a vigorous knocking on the door.
Hank looked up from the latest National Geographic
and propped his glasses up on his head, looking towards Storm.
In return, she lifted a regal brow and went to answer the
"Good evening, ma'am," A young man bowed slightly
before the X-woman politely. "My name is Gedrick, and
I'm from the local P.D."
Storm cocked her head in curiosity as she checked his badge
out, and asked, "Yes, how might I help? Perhaps you might
want to step inside?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hank disappearing into
the other room.
"Yes, thank you, ma'am. It is quite cold out here."
Gedrick shuffled into the warm building, followed by three
other men dressed in police colours. "We're here about
a young woman, uhm, about twenty? She has quite a unique appearance?"
The woman looked as if she were deep in thought.
"Do you have a picture, Detective?"
"Well, yes, I do. It's quite an old one, but I believe
her eyes are green and she has a strange white streak running
through her hair?"
Storm looked at the picture of a girl of about twelve, crossed
her arms and said, "Hmm, yes, very interesting features.
But she could have dyed her hair and put on coloured contacts.
I cannot see her face very well in this picture. You would
be looking for her because...?"
"She's gone missing, ma'am. Ran away from home. Her
folks are really quite worried about her. She's always been
in trouble with the law and such."
"Sabine O'Connor, ma'am."
Gedrick was getting quite impatient. Hopefully, they'd be
able to leave quietly with the girl, but the woman shook her
"Well, I'd love to help, Mr Gedrick, but I haven't seen
a young woman fitting that description...But I will most certainly
inform you of anything that comes up?"
He fought a frown, and gave a quick smile instead and handed
his dud calling card over to the woman, thanked her, then
The door closed behind him and his men as they walked out.
"Damn!" he hissed under his breath.
"What now, boss?"
"Well, if they won't give, then we'll just have to take..."
Askin' questions and pokin' your nose where it don't belong,
Ah looked darkly at the one they called Storm. She'd been
tellin' the others of who ah might be.
Don't think ah can't play possum while lyin' here in this
recovery room. Ah don't care what ya think. Ah ain't never
"Sabine O'Connor, he said." Storm recalled.
The X-men that were present in the mansion stood around in
a circle, discussing about the identity of their new visitor.
"But I ran a check, the Senator's wife and child are
dead," Hank pointed out.
Remy let out a snigger.
"De political world ain't dat simple, Henri. She might
be de love-child dat he be tryin' t'hide."
"Might he have been abusive? After all, we know that
she broke into the mansion without a stitch of clothing on
her back, she stole Remy's clothing,"
"I think," said Jean as she walked into the living
room. "What we should do know is to at least get her
to come down and have a good and full proper meal. I have
dinner ready on the table. Remy, if you will?"
"I go get her." Just as he stood to leave, there
was a loud ruckus from the basement below, where the medlab
was. All those present came alive and decided to go down and
get their visitor after all.
The medlab was...In serious need of a new interior designer,
not to mention a renovation.
The Cajun tread carefully over shattered pieces of glass
and what used to be med-equipment that were strewn over the
floor of the immediate corridor, followed by Storm and Jean.
Hank bounded over suddenly, knocking all of them over before
they could enter, and scrambled for the door hatch, shutting
the entrance of the medlab securely.
"Dieu! What de fuck goin' on, Henri!" Gambit pulled
himself out from under the furry doctor's leg.
"Your little friend Sabine has gone quite berserk!"
he snapped in response. "She's wrecking my haven!"
Jean grimaced as she heard another loud crash from behind
the reinforced doors. Telepathically reaching out, briefly
touching the girl's mind, she discovered the reason for their
"Her powers-they're morphing again, and it's driving
her crazy...It's more than her body can contain," she
explained to the other disgruntled X-men.
Hank said, "Her mutant DNA is very unique...And highly
volatile. The last scan I did on her DNA revealed that her
powers are still developing, and changing. There's no expecting
what she'll acquire next. In theory, her active X-factor will
settle down and her true power will surface eventually."
"I would think my question is, when?" Storm commented
"Alors, at dis rate, we not gonna have rooms t'sleep
in pretty soon!"
Suddenly, Jean put her hand out to silence their conversation.
All had gone quiet.
"I think we should go in and take a look now,"
Gambit peered in cautiously as the doors slid open, ready
for any attempts of attack. His gaze softened as he found
Sabine slumped on the floor, shivering and petrified. As he
tended to the girl's bloody nose and various gashes, Hank
clasped an inhibitor collar around her neck.
"She not respondin' much," Remy noticed the lost
stare in her green eyes.
Hank shone his little torchlight into his patient's eyes,
and checked her vitals. "She's in shock, but other than
that, some bruises, cuts...And another slight concussion."
Jean smoothed Sabine's hair back gently, looked up at Hank
with concern and said, "She can't go on this way. We
need some answers."
Continued in Chapter
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