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Bellwether	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 4549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Bellwether
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- 53-54
- 54-Epilogue
- 55-Epilogue
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Bellwether Chapter Thirty Three

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Paige�s throat was dry to the point of being painful but she did not reach for the bottle of water she had tucked into the center console. She was afraid to take her hands off the wheel as she drove seemingly aimlessly through the streets around Saint Dymphna�s, following Evan�s muttered directions. �Evan,� she finally said, her voice barely a whisper, �what are you doing? I thought you didn�t want anything to do with the Institute anymore�� She barely knew him, just in passing and from word of mouth. Not nearly enough to number him among her friends. She had no idea, she realized faintly, if he were even stable.
�Shut up,� he breathed, pressing his fingers to his eyelids. �Just�go left.� He forced himself to breathe slowly and evenly, tamping down the wave of nausea threatening to overtake him. �Just Jono and Rahne are in the tunnels?� he asked suddenly, his eyes still obscured. He heard her sharp intake of breath but did not question it, knowing how he must look in the slices of light skipping across the car from the street lights. The bony spikes that had once come and gone, mostly against his will, were always out now, always protruding from his skin. He was dirty, hungry and tired, days of hiding in the tunnels doing nothing for his already pallid skin, the product of months underground�literally underground.
�Yes,� she said, realizing that her silence had gone on for so long as to be excruciatingly uncomfortable. �Evan, what are we doing?� Paige slowed the car as they reached Saint Dymphna�s again, having made a lopsided circle through the streets to regain the front door of the building. �What�s going on?� The fear roiling in her belly was settling into a vague nausea and annoyance. So far, Evan had not tried to hurt her and only seemed to be snappish and in need of help. �Jono and Rahne are down there, I don�t know why. All she told me is that she needed to help a friend�� She glanced in the rearview mirror, the car thrumming almost unobtrusively as they sat, parked, in front of the hospital. �Evan, did you contact her?�
�Yessssss�� He dropped his hands to his lap and met Paige�s eyes in the rearview mirror. She was too pretty, he thought. One of the Eloi, one of the golden children who received favor while he was scarred, ugly, forced to live in shadows� No, he thought in a blaze of heated irritation, not forced. Chose. Chose to live in shadows.
�Evan,� she tried again when he did not offer any more information, �why did you contact Rahne?�
�They�re dying,� he blurted, sounding so much like his old self that it hurt him to hear his own voice. �Dozens of them in the past month� murdered� Rahne can get in and out fastest, won�t ask questions like Logan would or Kurt�� He inhaled deeply, forcing down incipient tears. �Callisto is gone, running after someone. Marrow�� he paused. Marrow and he did not, to say the least, get along, but she was the only other one who could lead a group as diverse as the Morlocks, as angry and spoiling for a fight as the Morlocks�
�Marrow? Who�s Marrow?� Paige shifted around in her seat to face him and winced as she saw how deeply some of his spikes had gouged the old vinyl of the seats. �Evan� is Rahne safe? Is Jono safe?� The slight edge of panic to her voice gave lie to her feelings. �Evan!�
His gaze slid away for a moment, skimming over the darkened front of the temporarily abandoned hospital with it�s construction scaffolding. The mutant patients had been moved to another safe location, not a hospital but a safe house, and the doctors and nurses were scurrying from one place to the other, trying to keep secrets hidden away. Forcing himself to face Paige again, he admitted the truth. �I don�t know. I don�t know what�s safe anymore. They need to find it, need to see� No one will believe a tunnel rat!�
She flinched at the accusation in his voice but did not back down. �I�m going in after them,� she said decisively, surprised to hear the words coming from her own mouth. Paige turned the key, shutting off the engine, and reached for the seatbelt latch before Evan�s hand closed over her shoulder, squeezing tightly. �OW!�
�No, don�t go!� He took a deep breath and seemed to force the words out of his throat. �Don�t leave me here��
�Evan!� Paige shook off his grasp but did not move away from him. She knew fear when she saw it; she had been present at too many farm accidents not to know the wild-eyed look in a person�s eyes and what it meant. �Evan, is this a trap?� she demanded suddenly, a sick new thought crossing her mind. �Did you send them down there to die?� Her voice had ratcheted up to new levels of shrill but she did not care. �TELL ME!�

�No!� he roared back at her. �But he�ll KILL ME if he knows!� He grabbed for her again but missed as she skinned away, a sheet of flesh husking away in his hand as she squirmed out of his reach.
�WHO?� she demanded. �Who�ll kill you?� She did not trust him, not completely. Something was off, something not ringing true. �Evan, I swear, if you don�t tell me right now��
�Essex� he�s been down in the tunnels the past month or so, talking to us, asking all sorts of questions,� the words came out in a rush. �Taking blood samples, touching and feeling�� He sniffed hard and turned his face away from her steady, troubled gaze.
�Okay��
�You don�t get it, do you?� he sighed mournfully. �He�s testing us. Culling. You know what culling is?�
�When they kill off the weak of the litter,� she murmured, sick to her stomach. It was an abhorrent practice that made her want to choke the perpetrators but some people swore by it. �Why��
�It doesn�t matter,� he said firmly. �They�ll find the room, find the beds. It�ll start.�
�What will?�
�The end.�
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