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Bellwether Chapter Fifty Four
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Storm
closed her eyes and spread her fingers wide, forcing her body and mind to be
still. It was all too much, the lost
girl in her deepest heart cried, sobbing and flinging herself at the walls. Too much sorrow, too much worry, too many
things going on at once… She wished
fervently, for one burning bright minute, that she was back in Africa. Life was
hard in her village but at least, Storm thought bitterly, it was simple. You survived and that was it. Plain and simple survival. Every action had a purpose, every day had a
significance. Here… she trailed off,
swallowing that thought like a horse pill.
That was unfair, she knew, to think that life at the Institute, that
life in her new home in general, had no meaning. A soft voice forced her to pay attention, to
open her eyes, and she sighed. “I’ll
contact Emma. She’s in Boston by now.”
“Storm,”
Beast’s voice quelled her burgeoning action swiftly. “You must not have heard any of what Warren just said. Theresa is back… she was left on the edge of
the property… Lance and Amara found her just under an hour ago.” He smiled tiredly at his friend and fellow
instructor. “Go lay down. I don’t think you’ve slept in two days or
more and I know that you haven’t been eating properly.”
She blinked
rapidly and tossed her hair over one shoulder, attempting a cool smile. Storm was suddenly very aware of the eyes of
the students on her, peering at her with a mixture of concern and morbid
fascination. She was not often ill much
less openly out of sorts, and she knew how she would feel if she were in their
place… “I am fine,” she lied,
straightening her spine and exuding an air of leadership, her demeanor queenly
as she fixed the nearest student with a hard look. “What is the plan?”
“There isn’t
one,” Scott said flatly. “Magneto called
from London. He’ll be here tomorrow night at the latest as
he has to fly standby. Theresa isn’t
talking about what happened except to say she needs to talk to Professor Xavier—Sean
isn’t allowed in to see her, by her request.”
He paused at Beast’s forceful throat clearing. Coloring only slightly, he continued, “They’re
searching for the Professor’s plane somewhere off the coast, past the shoals…
it wasn’t very far out, according to the flight plan and the tower’s last
communication with the pilot.”
“Who is ‘they’?”
Storm asked, meeting Kitty’s worried gaze past Scott’s shoulder. “Kitty, you look like you need to sit down
yourself.”
“I’m fine.” She smiled thinly and looked away,
unconsciously leaning closer to Kurt and his radiating warmth. Pete was waiting, ostensibly in the Professor’s
study. He had been admitted over an hour
and a half ago, right before all Hell broke loose. She
really needed to talk to him, sort out this muddle of feelings she was having
about him and Kurt and Jubilee and life in general. Tempting as it was to flee to Chicago and live with the
Aunts, she knew that would only make it worse.
She knew Kurt would come look for
her and Pete… well, he had her cell phone number and it was too much of a pain
in the neck to change it. Something Scott said triggered her attention
back to the fore and away from Pete for a moment, making her frown. “Wait… what do you mean ?”
Scott
sighed and rolled his eyes slightly in a typical fraternal gesture. “Just what I said… weird blips.”
“There’s no
weird blips on radar. It’s either a blip
or not,” Kitty countered, suddenly focused.
“Who told you this?”
“The search
party leader…”
“Where is
he?” Kitty was already striding towards
Scott, looking fit for murder, when a heavy hand fell on her shoulder.
“Half-pint,”
Logan’s tired
voice was rough with exhaustion and anger as he turned Kitty around to face him. An odd hush had fallen over the room, the
incessant buzzing of voices stilling at Logan’s
arrival. He was travel-worn and knew
that he looked like Death warmed over but he did not, in all honesty, give a
good damn about that. He had not had
time to go to his rooms yet, dealing with metaphorical fires between the hangar
and the front hall. This was, he
decided, the capper. “Let it be. You’re not gonna get involved with this,
capice?” She opened her mouth, whether
to protest or welcome him back, he was not sure because he kept talking. “Everyone, go on about your usual tasks and
we’ll keep you informed. Got it?” When no one replied, he repeated himself. “GOT
IT?” A chorus of startled yeses and
mmmhmmms met his near-shout as he let go of Kitty’s shoulder. “You’ve got chores and duties. Go do ‘em.”
Kitty
paused, not moving even as everyone else started to go. “Logan…”
She knew him too well to be afraid of him at that moment but she still could
not help the quiver of trepidation in her belly as he turned his hooded eyes on
her. “Logan, I…”
“Tell me
later, Half Pint… Right now I gotta talk to the Apple Dumpling Gang[1]
over there,” he jerked his thumb at Scott, Todd and Kurt, huddled in a loose
knot not many yards away. “Wait for me
in the kitchen?” She nodded and slunk
off slowly, obviously waiting to overhear something. He waited, though, making the three young men
wait, until she had gone from his sight.
“You three. Danger Room. Now. We got things to work through, don’t we
boys?”
[1] http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0072653/
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