Angel In The Attic | By : fusedtwilight Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Angel in the Attic
Chapter 13 Fusedtwilight: Thanks to my beta lisa and thanks to AnaleaseTurner for her character Guardian, the last OC. "Alright guys, listen up," Warren said. "Today will be your first mission." "Awesome! Are we going to fight Magneto? The Sentinels? The Brood?" Devin asked. "No, we are going to retrieve a mutant," Rickard said. "Why us?" Angie asked. "Because I volunteered you for this mission," Warren replied. "But we have only been a team for a week," Wayne noted, looking tired. "Yes, but you will not be going alone. I will also be going, as will Logan and Kurt," Warren said. "So is this a simple grab 'em and enroll them or what?" Jacob asked. "Word has reached the Professor of Mutant Activity in Berlin, Germany. Cerebro has confirmed a mutant presence there," Warren informed them. "What kind of mutant are we dealing with?" Angie questioned. "We're not one hundred percent certain. We know it is a girl and she appears to be a psychic of some kind. There are reports of people claiming to having seen an angel and been blessed by her," Warren informed her. "Blessed?" Michael asked. "Yeah, apparently she heals them of mental scars. And as a psychic it would be easy for her to use her telepathy to heal their traumas." "Or make them think they are happy," Rickard said. "Exactly, which is why we need to find out if this mutant is doing more harm than good," Warren continued. "What do we do when we find her?" Angie asked. "Offer her a place at the school." "And if she is causing a problem and doesn't intend to stop?" Wayne asked. "We will cross that bridge when if and when we get there," Warren said."And so our heroes set off to a faraway land, will they find a new friend? Or a new foe?" "Devin, why are you speaking to yourself?" Angie asked. "I'm bored," Devin responded. They were in the X-jet flying to Berlin. It was going to take a few hours though. Some of them brought a book to read, or a portable game to play. Angie was reading a book about flowers and gardening, Michael was reading a bible, and Wayne was sleeping, with his wings wrapped around his body. Rickard was listening to his I-pod, and Jacob was playing his PSP. "Well you should have brought something to entertain yourself. Angie scolded. "Well, if I had known it was going to take this long I would have. Seriously I thought this thing could go faster," Devin said. "If you want to run there be my guest. I would be more than happy to toss you out," Logan laughed. "No, I am fine," Devin said quickly. "Thought so." "What are you reading?" Jacob asked Michael. "The Bible," Michael said. "You actually read that?" Jacob asked. "Well yeah. Don't you?" "I kind of skimmed it," Jacob admitted. "You should read it. A lot of people just assume stuff about God without even reading it. If they just took the time they would see it's not as complicated as they think," Michael told him. "Which part are you on?" "The part where God destroys Sodom and Gomorrah. They were these great cities but they were full of wicked sinners. But Abraham, a good man begged God to spare the city if he could find fifty good men, and for the sake of these righteous men God agreed. Sadly he could not find that many good men so he lowered the number more and more and God agreed each time. One day God sent two angels to Sodom and were met by Abraham's nephew Lot. Lot thought they were strangers and fearing for their safety offered them food and lodging at his home. However, the citizens saw them enter Lot's home and demanded that Lot and his family hand them over because they might steal from them...and possibly rape and kill them as well. Lot refused and they were about to harm him, but the angels robbed them of their sight. Since not even ten good men could be found, the angels told Lot and his family to flee the city and to not look back. As the family ran God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah with fire and brimstone. Lot's wife couldn't resist the temptation and turned back to look and then she was turned into a pillar of salt." "...That's kind of depressing," Jacob stated. "A little." "So why do you read it?" "To remind myself where evil and sin lead too. And when an angel tells you to do something, it is a good thing to listen to them," Michael said. "You really believe in all that God stuff?" Jacob inquired. "Of course, don't you?" "I don't know. I mean, there can be some messed up parts in The Bible, like Lot's wife. She is turned into salt because she looked at the cities being destroyed? That's messed up." "She saw something she was not meant to see. The wrath of God is a terrible thing, not meant to be seen by mortals," Michael said. "So you think the angels were just warning them so they wouldn't be killed?" Jacob asked. "Of course." "Okay, what about how The Bible bashes homosexuality?" Jacob continued with his questions. Rickard who had been removing his earphones heard what he said and listened in on the conversation. "Aren't sodomites named after the city of Sodom? And didn't they say that the city of Sodom was filled with men who were gay?" Jacob asked. "Yes, but God didn't just kill them because they were gay. He killed them because they committed many other wicked deeds. I think it wasn't so much that they laid with other men, as much as it was that they were willing to force themselves on other men for their own sick pleasure that did them in," Michael voiced. "So, you don't think God hates homos?" Jacob asked. "I don't think God hates anything or anyone. I don't think He hates evil people either." "Then how do you explain Hell?" "I think God can be kind and merciful, but He can also be severe and wrathful. A good parent must balance love and discipline after all. I think it hurts God to see the damned suffer, but He knows that evil acts cannot go unpunished. I mean, if God really does hate evil then He wouldn't have allowed us to redeem ourselves and He wouldn't have had Jesus die on the cross for us." "You really put some thought into this, huh?" Jacob noted. "Yeah, being locked up for six years in an attic gave me the time I needed to come to an understanding with the Lord," Michael said with a smile. "So you're really not bothered by homosexuals?" Jacob asked. "I am not bothered by a lot of things," Michael answered. "Boreas seemed to bother you," Jacob persisted. "Oh, well...he found my bad side," Michael agreed. "Remind me not to find your bad side," Jacob laughed. Rickard smiled and they all continued on to Berlin.
"And so our heroes arrived in Berlin to begin their epic quest on the way to becoming X-men," Devin narrated. "Are you always going to do this on every mission?" Angie asked. "Someone has to chronicle the epic adventures of the Champions," Devin said. "Wow, this place is amazing!" Michael exclaimed. They had landed the X-jet outside the city and had driven the rest of the way there. Thad had driven through numerous woodlands and passed many lakes before they reached the city. This was the first time everyone but Rickard had been overseas since he was from Sweden. The X-Men had traveled to many exotic locations before. Once they arrived in the city they stared out the windows at the buildings and landmarks they passed. Wayne had a book open about Berlin. "We have got to see the Brandenburg Gate! Oh, and the Charlottenburg Palace!" "We're not here for sightseeing, we are on a mission," Logan said. "Logan is right, vemust come up with a plan of action," Kurt commented. He wore an image inducer so he looked human. "What's to plan? We find the chick and find out if she is cool or psycho," Devin smirked. "We can't just go up to her. For all we know she is hiding her mutation," Angie argued. "Angie is right, not many people are aware of the supposed healer who can cleanse you of all your woes, though the papers are starting to quickly catch on," Warren said. "So what do we do?" "First we check out the church in question," Warren said.
They continued to drive through the city. They came to one of many churches. Michael was excited to go inside because he was a big fan of old style churches. The ones made from stone, with rose windows and filled with statues of saints and angels. They walked into the building, a few people were here, some were in prayers, and others were talking quietly to one another. At the altar a priest was talking to a nun. They both turned to look at the group as they entered. He said something to the nun and she turned and walked off. He walked up to the group, a friendly smile on his face. "Guten Tag, English?" "Yes, we speak English," Kurt said. The priest smiled. "I knew it; I am very good at spotting...Americans? But judging from your accent you are obviously German." "Except my two friends." Kurt waved his hand at Rickard and Logan. "The rest are American." "Yes, we get many tourists and architects who come looking to see the old churches. Is there anything I can help you with? Or were you just looking?" "We were hoping you could maybe answer some questions for us," Kurt began. "Certainly," the priest said. You guys go...look around, but don't get into any trouble," Warren said. He gave Devin and Wayne a long look when he said this. The Champions wondered off, to look around. Logan, Warren and Kurt stayed behind to talk to the priest. "So what can I do for you?" the priest asked. "Father, we ver vondering if maybe you could tell us reports of there being an angel in your church?" "All churches have angels," the priest responded. "We mean the one the papers are talking about?" Warren clarified. The priest chuckled. "Oh yes, that. I fear that is just the papers taking things to...an extreme. It is true, some have come to our church and in prayer had a revelation of an angel who helped heal them of their turmoil. If one prays enough and is pure enough God may bestow upon a vision to any of us." "So you really think it was a real angel?" Warren asked. "Of course. People still have visions of them. Sadly, in today's age, most people would think such claims as a hallucination or a testament to madness." "Could it be possible that this angel could actually be...a mutant?" Kurt wondered. Kurt knew how sensitive mutants were to church-going people. He had almost had a stake driven into his heart when a mob accused him of being a demon. "I know some vould rather believe a mutant then an angel, but I know that it is by the grace of God that people who come here and ask for relief may find it. Stay a while, pray to the altar, tell God you torment and I am sure you too may be visited," the priest said. He turned to walk away. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some duties to attend to." He left the trio alone. Once he was out of earshot Logan spoke. "He is blowing smoke up our asses." "Logan!" Kurt admonished, angry Logan would curse in a church. "Trust me, all my senses tell me he is keeping something from us," Logan retorted. "Maybe we should have just told him we are the X-men," Warren said. "Like that ever goes well," Logan stated.
The Champions were wandering around the church, taking in the sights. Angie walked with Michael, Skald walked with Wayne and Jacob walked with Devin. So far there wasn't anything unusual to see. No signs of mutant activity. "Man this sucks," Devin complained. "Patience is a virtue," Jacob said. "I am a speedster; I can just run around the church and check around before anyone can notice," Devin said. "Fine, go ahead," Jacob relented. Devin looked around to make sure no one was watching. Then in the blink of an eye he was gone, a small gust of wind blew as he ran away. A few seconds later there was another gust and he was back. "Nope, nothing," he commented. "Devin, for all we know the mutant could be someone who works in the church, they might even look human," Jake said. "So how are we going to find this mutant?" Devin asked. "I don't know. Maybe I can sniff him or her out?" "Are mutant scents different from human scents?" "Sometimes. It depends on the mutation. Animal mutants have a scent similar to the animal they mimic, others have unique scents do to their unique biology, others have no scent at all," Jacob answered. "Well, start sniffing then," Devin grinned. "Give me a moment, my Wendigo senses are not as strong when I am in human form," he said. Devin followed him as he walked around trying to catch any odd smells, but there was nothing. Wayne was trying to use his super-hearing to see if he could hear anything. "What you got?" Rickard asked. "I can't tell what they're saying, they speak German. I can't even pronounce half the-" Before he could finish the church bell began to ring. "Son of a bitch!" Wayne shrieked. He covered his ears and Rickard quickly used his power to make the sound waves around Wayne softer. "Damn it! What the hell was that!?" Wayne asked. "The church bell, I think they are about to begin a mass or something," Rickard responded. The doors opened and people began to walk in. The Champions all met up. "What do we do now?" Angie asked. "Where are Warren and the others?" Michael asked. "I don't see them," Jacob said. "Guys, maybe they are testing us. This is our first mission," Rickard reminded them. "So what should we do?" Devin asked. "I have an idea!" Michael exclaimed. "What?" Rickard asked. "We stay until mass is over." Everyone looked at him like he grew a second pair of wings. "Really?" Devin asked. "Think about it, it would give us a reason to stay longer and we might see something unusual," Michael explained. "But church is boring, and I have a feeling German church is even more boring," Devin griped. "What other choice do we have?" Michael asked. The Champions were at church. All but five of them were extremely bored. Guess which one was not. Michael paid close attention as the priest spoke. (Even though he had no idea what the priest was saying.) "God, kill me now," Angie groaned. "Angie!" Michael chastised. "Sorry, but I would do anything for something fun to happen." Just then the door slammed open and a group of men walked in. The men were wearing black robes with white crosses drawn on them. There was an air around them; something dangerous, and a religious fanaticism danced in their eyes. Michael looked at Angie. "Ask and ye shall receive." The men began to speak, and Rickard translated as he knew German. "My fellow Catholics! Lend me your ear!" the leader bellowed. "What is this? Why do you interrupt us?" the priest asked. "There is a demon amongst you all! A demon who masquerades as an angel!" the leader yelled. "Wait, aren't those the Purifiers?" Wayne asked. "Crap they are!" Angie hissed. The Purifiers were an anti-mutantgroup made up of extremely religious fanatics who thought killing mutants was what God wanted normal humans to do. They were known to go to extreme lengths to do such things, even if it meant normal humans got caught in the crossfire. What they were doing was God's will...or so they thought. "What nonsense do you speak?" the priest asked. "Brothers and sister, you have heard in the papers of an angel that cures people of their woes! This is a blasphemous outrage! It is no angel, but a mutant!" The purifier leader spat the word mutant like it was a dirty word. "We have come to weed out this abomination that would defile the Holy Lord's home in such a way!" The priest stepped down from the altar and walked towards the purifiers. "Should we do something?" Angie asked. "I say we take these jerks out!" Devin spat. "No wait a moment," Rickard spoke up. "This is a house of God; I will not have you sprouting such nonsense!" The leader waved his hand and two of the other purifiers grabbed the priest by his arms. "You sir are a false prophet! You use this demon to defile the minds of your parishes!" the purifier leader barked. "I do no such thing! Unhand me at once!" The people could do nothing but watch in horror at the growing escalation of the situation. The tension was rising though and the people were becoming more and more restless. They whispered to one another. Some wanted to learn more, others wished this would end. "You will tell us where the monster is so we may ferret it out!" the purifier leader exclaimed. "I will tell you nothing! Leave at once!" the priest yelled. "We will have knowledge of this monster, even if we must beat it out of you!" The one Purifier brought up his fist and slammed it into the old priest's gut. People screamed in shock and outrage at such an act. The Champions stood up and got ready to attack when a voice called out. "Stop!" All eyes turned towards the altar. Michael, and just about everyone else, gasped. There in front of the altar stood a girl in a white summer dress, wearing a pair of white opera gloves, a rosary and a veil that hid some of her face. She was about five foot three with pale skin and she was thin. But what was more startling was the fact she had a pair of white angel wings growing from her back. "It's an angel!" "Blessed be!" "We are saved!" "God be praised!" "What a babe!" Devin remarked with a smile. "Time and a place Devin," Angie admonished. "I am the one you want, leave these people alone!" the girl exclaimed. "There you are monster!" the Purifier leader yelled. "Show yourself!" The girl took of her veil. Her eyes were black and her long and pale blonde. There was a black swirly tattoo that went down to her cheekbones. "My name is Franziska. I am the Guardian of this place!" "Wow, this is getting good," Angie grinned. "She's like you Michael," Devin stated. "Think she has fire powers too?" Jacob asked. Just then all the Purifiers pulled out guns. People in the church cried out in fear. "You will come with us now and face divine judgment!" the leader growled. The priest fell to the ground when his captors let him go. He clutched his stomach and two brave people got up to help him. "Franziska! Run!" he screamed. Franziska did not seem fazed at all. She glared at the Purifiers with an icy look. "I am going nowhere with you. As I said, I am the Guardian of this place." "Fire!" the leader commanded. The Purifiers shot their guns, but Franziska just raised her hands and the bullets stopped before they reached her. They were held there by some unseen force. "It is a name I have for a reason." The bullets fell to the floor. She spread her wings and rose in the air. But her wings did not move at all; it was not her wings that kept her airborne. "Leave this place now!" she admonished. "It will take more than that to stop us!" the leader cried. "And that is our que," Rickard noted. The Champions got up and stood in the middle of the aisle. "You heard the lady!" Jacob yelled. "Stay out of this!" the leader roared. Michael took off his shirt and spread his wings. More people gasped at the sight of them. His angel fire covered his whole arms; from the tips of his fingers to the tops of his shoulders. "Leave now! You have no right to bring violence into God's house!" "See! More mutants! They're everywhere! The she-bitch has infected them all! Kill them all!" leader shrieked, his eyes filled with a manic light. The Purifiers began to aim their guns at the crowd. Devin ran around them, gathering their guns from their hands. He ran back to his teammates, dumping the guns on the ground. A cocky smile was on his face. "Miss Guardian, would you please open the door?" Michael asked. Franziska waved her hands and the doors to the church opened. Michael pointed his hands at the Purifiers. The fire struck; in a beam of light, fire and lightning ran right into the group. It was not strong enough to kill them, but it did send them flying out of the church. BAMF! Logan, Kurt and Warren appeared in a puff of smoke. They turned to look at the Champions. "We'll take it from here guys. Take care of the priest!" Warren ordered. The X-men ran out of the church, after the Purifiers and Franziska closed the doors. "Wow, we need to come to church more often," Devin stated.
A few hours later the X-men were talking to the priest and Franziska in his office. "She came to us many months ago," he explained. "I knew what she was right away, but I could not turn her away. She has no family to go to and I knew the dangers she faced. She told me how she could hear thoughts and move things with her mind. So, I began to help her learn to use her power. Eventually she learned how to heal those who carry mental trauma and she can heal them of it." "How do you do zhat?" Kurt asked Franziska. "I look into their minds; it is easy to see what weighs them down. It is usually at the forefront of their mind. Sometimes I take away memories that are too traumatic for them to handle. Those who are filled with loss and grief I fill their minds with the memories they have of those who they have lost. For those who have committed a crime I convince them to confess and turn themselves in," she explained. "With her power, she has been able to help people in a vay I could not," the priest commended. "By entering their minds and screwing with their thoughts?" Logan asked. "My intentions are good; all I want to do is help people. This gift helps me cure them of the thoughts that plague them. Only rarely do I have to alter their memories. I have saved people from committing suicide by helping them overcome their grief," Franziska assured him. "How do you fly?" Michael asked. She turned to look at him with a puzzled expression. "I noticed your wings didn't move," he said. "Yes, I am unable to fly. I can move my wings but they can't keep me airborne. I can use them to glide, however. I use my power to keep myself in the air though." "You're pretty powerful," Warren said in awe. "I have had much time to practice my skills thanks to Father Maxwell," she said. "I thank you for your help, obviously God wanted you here to stop those madmen," he said. "They will be back though, I am sure the news of a mutant living in a church has already spread to half the city," Warren grumbled. Father Maxwell sighed. "Yes, I fear you are right. Franziska, it is no longer safe here. She should go with you." "But father, I am needed here," Franziska cried, looking distraught at the idea of leaving. "You are a good girl Franziska, but it is too dangerous for you. You need a life of peace and safety, which I believe these people can give you. Just think of the things you could learn from them, think of how powerful you could become, think of how you could help people then," he said, trying to persuade her. Franziska looked like she still didn't want to go, but in the end she lowered her head. "I will go, but once I learn everything I need to, and I am strong enough to protect myself and the church then I will come back," she announced. Father Maxwell smiled. "I would hope you would also visit on occasion." "Of course I will," she said. She hugged Father Maxwell and he hugged her back.
"And so our heroes return home, successful in their first mission," Devin continued his narration. "Devin, I will strangle you I swear!" Angie muttered. "Well done guys, that went smoother than I expected it to," Warren said with a smile. Michael was talking to Franziska, telling her all about Xavier's. "I think you will like it, they teach you normal school things but also how to control your powers and use them in ways you can't imagine. There are a bunch of telepaths like Mrs. Summers, Miss Frost, Mr. Xavier, Miss Sage, the Stepford Cuckoos and a bunch more. And we also have a bunch more telekinetics. We got this room where we practice our powers and a gym and a pool." She cocked her head to the side. "Aren't you the one from the YouTube video?" Michael's smile vanished and a small blush appeared on his face. "I hate YouTube," he admitted. "I thought I recognized you when you shot that fire," she said. "Sorry you had to leave. I know you wanted to stay, but one day you will go back," Michael said. She smiled. "Thank you for being kind to me. Are there more at the school? Like you and me?" "Well there is Warren and one other student called Jay. But his wings are red not white." "Are there no more?" "Well there are plenty of students with wings, but they're not like ours. They're like bat wings or insect wings," Michael explained. "I am looking forward to going there," she said. "I think you will like it; everyone is friendly. Well, most of them. But I think you will get along well with everyone."
Time passed at Xavier's. Every once in a while the X-men were called to go on a mission or stop some mutant from destroying things, or stop some evil aliens from invading the planet. The Champions continued to train, getting closer as a team and as schoolmates. Franziska took a little while to adjust to being in the school. She had not been as sheltered as Michael had been so she was more aware of socializing with others then he was. She was also more up-to-date with the times than Michael had been. She made a few friends while she was there. She was also very bright; becoming one of the top students at the school. She, like Michael, joined a Christian group made up of students who were deeply religious. They would meet a few times a week to discuss God and other things. Franziska would tell people of her days in Berlin, helping the people find peace. But she never told anyone of her parents, or where she came from. She told no one of her past. And many knew that if a mutant wasn't ready to talk about their past, it was best not to ask because some mutants have too dark a history to share. Michael began to attend church; he would go there every Sunday morning for mass. Many of the students and teachers went there as well. It was the only church that allowed mutants. He enjoyed the prayer and the quiet. It let him think. In that time Michael's life was quiet and peaceful; no mutants came after him wanting to use him for his powers to create some death machine. Also, no new powers manifested. He had been talking to his family more frequently, except his father. Jay helped him make a Facebook account and Maya and Paxton were able to keep in touch with him online. Then came the night that Michael had been dreading for a while.
It was the night of the school play. Michael peeked from behind the curtain. He saw his family sitting down in the audience. They had all dressed up for the occasion. Michael had been surprised when his mother called and told him they would be coming. He closed the curtain and took a deep breath. He wore a white toga and a laurel crown; it made him look Greek. His skin had been powdered to make it look white to help him get into his role as Ariel. The school had been opened to the general public. Many parents had been invited to see their children perform. Michael was really nervous; he was having a bad case of stage fright. "You okay Michael?" Kurt asked noticing Michael looking a little edgy. "I am scared Kurt, what if I forget my lines?" he asked. "Don't vorry, you vill be fine, you did very vell in rehearsal," Kurt reminded him with a smile. "But that was before I had a monster crowd looking at me," he said. "It is just nerves, we all get them our first time," Kurt said. "Come, you need a little more powder on your face, would someone please powder Michael up a bit!" Kurt called. "I'll do it," Hope said. She started to walk forward, a compact in her hand. Then as if by magic Megan appeared, pushing her out of the way. "I got him." She walked up to him and opened up her own disk. "Let's put some more on your chest," she said with a smile. "But I don't need powder on my chest," Michael argued. "I think you do," she said with a determined look on her face.
After the play everyone stood on the stage and was bowing to the audience. He saw his family standing up and all applauding, even his dad was clapping, though he wasn't smiling. After that he went to go talk to his family. "You did wonderful sweetie," his mother gushed. "You were awesome Mich," Paxton agreed. "Better than the rest of them," his father muttered. Michael smiled pleased his father was having a reluctant good time. "Listen, I was thinking we should all go out to eat...as a family," his father said. "Really?" Michael asked. "Yes, we are staying in a motel tonight. I think we should go back and change, then I will come back and get you," his dad said. "That sounds wonderful!" his mother exclaimed. "Yeah, it really does," Michael agreed. In that moment Michael was truly happy. He saw this as a sign of good things to come. Too bad he really couldn't see the future.
Anna sat in the back row. She had gotten in easily because it was opening night and the gates were open for everyone. She still wore Michael's feather in her hair. Unlike the others who eventually tired of standing outside of the institute, she never lost faith. She wanted to meet Michael again, she wanted to get to know him a little better...and maybe kiss him again. All she could think about was the night he had saved her life. She had never been really religious before, but that night affirmed her beliefs. Michael looked amazing in his toga, his lines were perfect and he did a good job capturing the essence of Ariel; a wind spirit trapped in a tree for many years by an evil sorceress, only to be freed and forced to work for another gentler master. She did not know Michael was good at the part because he could understand how Ariel felt to be imprisoned when all he wanted to do was be free and fly. She made sure not to be seen, last thing she wanted was his friends to see her and toss her out. After the play was over she decided to leave but on her way out she ran into someone. "Sorry," she apologized. "It is okay," the girl said. She had a blindfold on and wore a black dress in a purple shroud. She had to be blind with the blindfold on yet she didn't have a stick and no one was with her. "Yes, it is okay. I meant to bump into you. No, I am not trying to be rude. We need to talk," the girl said. "I am sorry...do I-" "No, we have not met. And yes I know you should not be here. But I am not going to turn you in. Please, we must talk," she repeated. She turned and began to walk away. Anna looked around and saw no one was watching them. She followed the girl until they were out of the Theater Room and away from the rest of the people. The girl turned to face her. "You are drawn to Michael, yes?" she asked. Before Anna could speak the girl spoke again. "Yes, I know, he is rather beautiful. My name is Ruth, and I am here to tell you, you must follow him," she said. "Um...am I being punked?" Anna asked. "No, this is utterly serious. I see Michael is going to be led into trouble, and you have to be the one to save him. Just follow him tonight and follow your instincts. You will give him the time he needs to survive." Before Anna could ask what she meant Ruth turned and walked away. Anna didn't know what was going on, but something inside her told her to listen to Ruth and follow Michael.
Later, Michael and Warren sat on the front steps. "You did well tonight Michael," Warren praised. "Thanks Warren. You know, coming here was really the best thing for me," Michael said. "I made friends and I learned to control my powers. And now my family is finally seeing being a mutant isn't bad," Michael said. "I am glad things are turning out better for you," Warren said. "Yeah, I guess God heard my prayers after all," Michael smiled. They saw Michael's dad pulling into the driveway. "Well, I will be back later Warren," Michael said. "Have fun, if you need anything call," Warren said. He watched Michael get into the car and he and his father drove off. Warren went back inside, to help clean up the auditorium.
As Michael and his dad drove past the gates they did not notice another car following them. It had its lights off and was a black color, so it blended in with the night. Anna followed them, making sure to keep a distance. "It's okay Anna, you're only following the guy you are crushing on whom you have been stalking because some blind girl told you to...God I am more of a weirdo then my brother," she said to herself.
Michael and his dad they sat quietly in the car. Michael thought his dad looked a little tense but didn't inquire about it. "So, are we going to pick up the others?" Michael asked. "Yes. But I wanted us to talk before we do," his dad began. "Oh...okay," Michael said wearily. "There is something...your mother and I have kept from you and your siblings," he continued. "What?" Michael asked. "Mutation...runs in the family," he said. "What do you mean?" Michael asked. "My father...your grandfather was a mutant," his dad stated. "What?" Michael asked. Michael's grandparents were all dead. His mother's parents died in a car accident before he was born and his father's mother died of cancer when Michael was six. From what he could remember of his grandmother, she was a kind lady with a warm smile who loved to give out hugs. Nathan's father was never discussed. If Mya and Paxton asked about him, Nathan said he was gone and they left it at that. "He was like you. He had wings and could control love. Make people fall in love and stuff, was also able to make people love or feel a powerful attraction to him and he was able to hypnotize people with his voice, make them do what he wanted. He was a vigilante in the late sixties; his code name was Ardor. But he was killed by the Sentinels when they first started hunting mutants," Nathan explained. "But if your dad was a super hero...why do you hate mutants?" Michael asked. "Because he raped my mother, your grandmother," his dad replied. "What?" Michael asked horrified. "My parents...they grew up together. My father always had a thing for my mother but she just wasn't attracted to him in that way. She was set to marry another man when my father used his power to make her love him. She left her fiance on the day of her wedding and went off with my father. He used his power to keep her in love with him," Nathan went on to explain. "How...how do you know he did?" Michael asked. "Because after a while, without him whispering into her ear, his power began to fade. She realized what he had done; his power made her addicted to him, without him she began to fade. She wouldn't sleep, wouldn't eat and was almost catatonic. I had to take care of her. After a long time she snapped out of it and when I got older she told me the truth. That is why I hate your kind Michael, because my father hurt my mother. Even on her deathbed she still cried for him, still pined for him. It was why she never remarried. His power left a mark on her so she desired only him, even in death," his father concluded. "Oh...dad, I am so sorry," Michael said. "It wasn't just my dad. Your mother's brother was a mutant," his dad went on. "You mean the one we don't mention?" he asked. "We don't mention him for a reason. He had wings; only instead of two he had six. Nasty bastard, he started a cult. He fed on his follower's devotion; the more they believed he was a real angel the stronger he became. But he vanished one day and was never found." Michael was starting to understand why his parents had been so scared when he manifested his powers if that was what his uncle and grandfather were like. "So when your wings grew out of your back we were afraid you would be just like them," his father said. "But I am not them dad...I told you, I don't want to be a mutant. I just want to be a normal kid," Michael said sadly. His father pulled over and put on the brakes. "What if you could be normal?" he asked. "What do you mean?" Michael asked. His dad grabbed his hand, he looked so desperate. His face softened and became more gentle and pleading. "Michael, what if I had a way for you to become human again? Would you really be willing to give up the powers? To become a normal human again?" his dad asked. "Of course...I love my friends at Xavier's. But you're my father and I want you to love me again," Michael cried. Tears began to run down his face. Seeing the softness in his father's face after so long made him remember the good old days before he was a mutant. When his dad used to play with him and love him. "I always loved you Michael, even when I was a right bastard to you. I know I was harsh, and I hated doing it to you, but I thought if I could keep you from using your powers maybe they would go away. I prayed every night to God for your salvation and he heard my prayers!" "What do you mean?" Michael asked. "I met a man who claims he can cure you. I trust this man, he is a good man. Do you trust me Michael?" his father asked. "Yes, I do," Michael nodded his head. "Then let's go meet him now. He can cure you tonight!" "Tonight?" Michael asked. "Yes, right now. We can do it and by this time next week you can be back home with us!" Michael thought for a moment. He had grown attached to everyone at the institute. He had finally learned to master his powers. But temptation can be really difficult to refuse. "Okay," Michael said.
Anna watched as the car drove off again. "Okay, weird," she said to herself. She continued to drive after the car, being careful to remain hidden. They drove to the city and stopped at a church. The streets were empty and not a soul could be seen. Anna watched as Michael and his dad got out of the car and walked into the church. "Should I go in after them?" she spoke to herself. She had her hand on the handle and was about to get out when she saw a van pull up to the church. Then a group of men got out and she gasped. She recognized them from the TV. They were those religious nuts who hated mutants. "Purifiers!" she shouted.
Michael and his father walked into the church. No one was there and it was very quiet. "Dad, who are we meeting?" Michael asked. "Like I said, a good man Michael, he promised he can cure you," Nathan said. "And I did not lie," a voice spoke. Michael and Nathan turned to see Stryker walk from behind a pillar. "Stryker, I did it, I brought Michael .Can you cure him?" Nathan asked. Michael could have sworn he heard the name before; it struck a bad chord in his memory. Suddenly he had a bad feeling, like he just did something very stupid. "Oh yes, I will cure him," Stryker assured Nathan. Just then the doors opened and a large group of Purifiers walked in carrying guns. "All we have to do is rip those wings off and reclaim the power of God for the human race," Stryker explained. Fusedtwilight: Uh oh, Michael is in trouble, will the X-Men get to him in time? What does Stryker want with those wings?
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