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Eloi Chapter Fifty
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“Calm down!”
“How the
FUCK am I supposed to calm down?” Sam shouted, his face red with anger and frustration. “My baby sister is missing! She might die if
we don’t find her!” He took a deep,
gulping breath and fixed Emma with a hard glare. “You have no fucking idea what this is like.”
“I never
claimed to,” she said in a calm, almost cold, tone. “Do not yell at me again, not unless you want
to be silenced forcibly.”
“Emma,”
Sean said quietly at her side, “threatening him isn’t going to help.”
She turned
slightly, cutting Sean dead out of her conversation with Sam. “Listen to me well, Sam Guthrie… Your sister is safe. I can feel her, I can hear her… I just cannot
*find* her. Something is blocking me
from seeing her location. If you would
*shut the hell up* for ten seconds, I’ll find her!” The bustle of the hospital around them,
sprung to life in the light of the emergency situation, did not bother Emma
half so much as the pacing and shouting Sam was doing. “If you want to be useful, go with Sean to
call the Institute again.”
Sean
grabbed Sam’s elbow and pulled him away from Emma. He had seen the flare of rage in the young
man’s eyes and did not want to deal with what would happen when testosterone
and panic overrode common sense. “Come on,” he said gruffly. “You don’t want any part of that.”
“Let go of
me!” Sam demanded, wrenching free of Sean’s grasp. He had not called his family yet to tell them
of Paige’s disappearance. They knew she had been hurt, they knew she was in
critical but improving condition. His
mother had promised that they would be up there as soon as they could, refusing
his offer of money to help defray the costs.
They were driving up, he knew, and would not be there until late the
next afternoon. Oddly, the only thing he
could think of was who would feed the animals and clear
the back field while they were gone. “I’m
not gonna stand here,” he said, losing some of his steam, “and let her just
diddle around!”
Sean
frowned, positioning himself between Sam and Emma, his arms akimbo. “Sam, there’s no way you’ll believe me when I
say you need to calm down if you want things to go faster but I’m going to say
it anyway…CALM DOWN!” Sean had raised
his voice just enough to carry the threat of his powers, and it plunged the
hallway into stunned silence. A nurse
made a faint ‘eep’ noise somewhere behind him but
Sean paid her no mind. “Threatening us
is not going to find Paige any faster.
Now come with me. We’ll work on
this. The police will be called.”
Sam wavered
for the first time in a few hours. “The police? But…this
place is full of mutants!”
“I know,” Sean
replied. “But as far as they know, it’s
a looney bin.”
“They’ll
think my sister is insane?” Sam demanded, his voice ratcheting up again.
“Oh, for
the love of…” Emma did not even turn to
look at Sean as she sent her mental tendrils into his mind, the dull thud of
the tall teenager hitting the floor a satisfying punctuation for her mental
diatribe about his behavior. “Sean, take
him to one of the rooms. Get one of these useless nurses to help!” She strode away, turning sharply to duck into
the ward administrator’s office, shutting the door firmly behind her. Her temples were throbbing with more than
just exertion. _My kingdom for advances
in cryogenics, _ she thought bitterly.
_Freeze ‘em when they’re born then thaw them
when they’re twenty one. _ She sat heavily in
the leatherette desk chair that smelled of menthol cigarettes and a tad too
much hairspray, sighing wearily as she did so.
“Emma?”
She did not
look up as the soft knock fell on the door.
“Theresa, I’m a bit busy in here.
Go help your father.”
“Emma, it’s
important.”
The White
Queen looked up and glared at the door, wishing she could make it burst into
molten metal, the desire fleeting as it was mentally pleasant. “Fine,” she ground out between clenched
teeth. “Come in.”
The door
creaked open slowly, as if Theresa were afraid that she would have something
thrown at her. “You need to come see
this. She’s…well, just come on. Please?”
Emma
paused, her lips parted to deliver a scathing comment, but Theresa seemed very shaken. The
Irish teenager lacked her usual brash, nearly accusatory tone and she was paler
than usual, even down to her lips. “Fine,”
the older woman sighed. “Where are we going and why?”
“Just follow
me…don’t let them know!” Theresa added sotto voce. She led Emma down the hall she had just
vacated, past Sean and Sam huddled near the phone at the nurse’s desk, past the
gaggle of floor personnel, talking about Paige’s disappearance, and past
several doctors who seemed more stunned than any of the nurses even dreamed of
being. They reached the elevator alcove
in less than a minute, the relative seclusion of the space a balm to sore
nerves. Theresa pressed the “down”
button for one of the carriages and the door hissed open. “See?”
Emma did
see. A form, clad in white, huddled in
the brightly lit corner of the elevator, forehead pressed to knees, visibly
shaking. “Oh, my God… Paige?” Emma
forgot all sense of breeding and decorum, kneeling before the obviously scared
girl on the gritty plastic floor of the conveyance. “Paige, can you hear me?”
“No,”
Theresa sighed, “she can’t.”
Emma did
not even get the chance to respond before the booted foot slammed against the
back of her skull.
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