[Fic] Individuality 9/?
- Right then. I think this was where I left off.
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Rating: PG (Mild swearing.)
What hath passed: After summoning Big Blue Mecha, D
gets dragged through most of the forest by Darren in
an effort to escape some JDF agents. Kevin and Sammie
having turned tail and ran, the two of them were alone
in the woods, with no idea where they were.
_This is italicized. Either emphasis, or thought._
*This is a telepathic message. In some cases, it's
++This is usually a written message or sign.++
-This is a sound.-
-=This is a very loud sound.=-
To sleep, perchance to dream.
Or maybe not.
Kitty helped Bobby up from the floor. The boy was
rubbing his derriere, while glaring reproachfully at
Kitty. "Do you mind?" he said irritably.
"D's not back yet," Kitty said, ignoring his tone of
voice. "The adults are all out looking." She corrected
herself. "Well, almost all. The professor is still
"Doesn't that _worry_ you?"
"Eh, D can take care of herself," Bobby said
nonchalantly. "Me, I'm going back to sleep. Wake me if
something _really_ important happens."
Kitty frowned. "What about that sound just now? That
"What about it?"
"D could be facing something really _dangerous_ right
"And that concerns me how? Let the big guys handle it.
If we go out there, we may get hurt."
"You mean you may get hurt." Kitty rapped him on the
head. "Jubilee's already dressed and ready to go. If
you don't want to come along, that's fine by us."
Bobby sat up in his bed. "You mean you're _serious_
about looking for her?"
"Count me in."
Kevin very carefully handed the cellphone back to
Neither of them spoke for a while. Both of them still
had a ringing in their ears, courtesy of the
Finally, Kevin sighed. "I guess it's back to work
"Uh-huh. And how do you propose we track a girl who
could be anywhere by now?"
Kevin opened the car door, and walked behind a tree.
"Turn around," he instructed, "and shut your eyes."
"Oh, all right." Sammie waited until a soft bark
signaled that it was safe to look again. She took the
bundle of clothes from the wolf's mouth, and dumped
them onto the back seat. "Well?"
The wolf gave her a reproachful look, and then loped
off through the night. Sammie extracted the tiny GPS
monitor from the glove compartment, and settled down
Darren and D had been walking for quite some time now.
It was very definitely past their bed-time.
"How did you come here?"
"I mean, how come you came to the Xavier institute all
alone? Usually kids come with their parents, or a
guardian, or at least somebody. You traveled from,
where, Tokyo, all the way here alone?"
Darren had the nagging feeling that it was all he was
going to get.
They walked on in silence. Long silences, however, had
a tendency to make the people hearing it want to fill
"I came from Denver," Darren said, half to himself.
"Nice home in the suburbs. Me, my sis, my parents.
Normal life, until I reached fourteen."
D was silent.
"It was AP English class," Darren continued. "The
teacher wanted us to visualize a character from a
book, and describe him or her. I visualized Macduff,
from Macbeth, and sorta imagined him to be standing
next to me. Just for fun, you know." He took a deep
breath. "Next thing I knew, everyone was screaming.
That's when I first heard the word." He paused.
"'Mutant'. Makes you sound like some sort of deformed
reject. I've seen some of the old B-movie 'mutants',
and all of them look like some sort of space alien.
Not even human."
"I had a good home in Tokyo," D said quietly.
There was a pause.
"She speaks," Darren said, in an effort to lighten the
mood. "Praise be."
There was a further pause.
"And I don't think aliens are that bad," D continued,
still not facing Darren.
Darren gaped at her, then decided to forgo any further
humour. "It wasn't anything, you see," he said. "It
was just... um... aw, heck. I'm sorry."
They walked on.
"Answer me something..."
"Assuming we get caught, how're we gonna explain
"We're not going to get caught, Bobby."
"We are out in the forest, in the middle of the night,
definitely past curfew, and you say we are not going
to get caught."
"What Jubilee means," Kitty said, "is that this is an
official search. Authorized by the professor."
"The prof told you to do this?"
"Why the hell would he want to do that?"
"The X-Men are busy taking care of the JDF agents,"
Jubilee said. "Besides, I think D would to feel much
better with her fellow students than with her
Bobby was silent for a while. Then he said, "I'm glad
that I've only gotta worry about the simple things,
like physics and stuff."
"Shut up, Bobby."
D turned to face him. "What is it?"
"I think I hear something."
D cocked her head to one side. There _was_ something,
a sound like voices on the edge of hearing. "Who are
"Friends, with any luck. Come on."
D reflected briefly on the fact that although Darren
couldn't find his way out of a dark closet, he was
still very good at homing in on things like sound and
sight. Maybe his lack of directional skill was due to
his tendency to daydream while walking.
The voices grew closer. It was just possible to make
"... so I sez, it didn't do that last night!"
There was the sound of laughter. It didn't sound like
any of the Xavier School students or faculty, not by
The two travellers froze. Nasty certainty
The voices stopped, which was much worse than if they
had continued. Shapes began moving in the darkness,
until they coalesced into beings just barely
recognizable as generic Men In Black.
One of them nudged his companion. "Is that her?"
"Green hair. It's her."
All of them drew weapons. While none of the weapons
looked like they came from outer space, all of them
looked as though they came from Earth, or more
specifically factories on Earth which specialized in
making guns that hurt people.
D took a step back. So did Darren.
The most senior-looking of the Men In Black nodded in
a vaguely friendly manner to the two teens. "FBI. If
the two of you would be so kind as to come along with
"Um," Darren said. "Do we have a choice?"
The FBI agent fingered his weapon. "Let's just say you
have a _kind_ of choice."
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