Sororum

Had I done the right thing? I had always warned myself about misusing my powers and I knew that I had no right to control my sister’s life. Then again, this was all for the greater good. Maybe now she wasn’t worrying about my whereabouts, she could concentrate on learning how to control her power. She could grow up and be normal, have children that hopefully won’t have to follow our path. I decided to stop thinking like this and instead carried on my journey inside magneto’s crib.

The smell of metal was everywhere and in all honesty, it became quite revolting after a while. I didn’t complain however, knowing that I should be grateful that the metal manipulator had allowed me to stay here anyway.

Right now I was trying to locate the man himself, Eric Magnus Lehnsherr, so far I had only managed to find Raven and she was too busy marvelling at herself to help me locate the man. So I just explored further, not realizing just how large this underground palace was. It soon became a maze and I’d had enough, then I would realize that I didn’t even know where my room was. How did they live here without getting lost every ten seconds?

I found some stairs that led further in to the underground surely we would be reaching the earth’s core by now. Finally I entered a room that looked only to those who withheld millions of pounds, you could see that it was scattered in millions of kinds of metals. Other than that it was filled with riches I could only ever dream of possessing, the walls were decorated with a number of bright paintings and a pin ball machine themed by some rock band was placed in the corner beside a book case. My hands stroked each hard back, the books all smelt the same, and it was truly glorious.

I pulled out a plain black book, opening in it to find most of it was written with added pictures. Was this Erik’s journal? “This room is private for a reason.” A voice spoke from behind me, a cold breathe brushing against the skin of my neck. I jumped high in to the air and swiftly pushed the book back in to its place, it was safe to say that the man behind me had scared the feces out of me.

“Erik.” I nodded curtly, trying to regain any confidence I had left in this man’s presence. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” I decided to start with that, knowing full well I’d have to get on the conversation of what I had done to my sister. My flesh and blood.

I turned around to find him so close to my body; he has no idea what personal space is does he? He graced my presence with a beautiful smile and then walked back to his desk. Just falling in to it and then clasping his hands together while throwing both legs on top of the desk. “No sister?” For a second I thought he looked kind of concerned, then he went back to the whole ‘professional and brave’ face he acted up all the time.

I let out my own quiet sigh and placed myself on the metal chair across from his desk, “no.” I wanted to talk more, spill out my guts of guilt and the deepening loneliness that surrounded me. But, I just couldn’t. It was Fera who was better at confessing stuff, I was always the shoulder to cry on. I just couldn’t seem to make myself change. “So what’s next in your plan?”

If I wasn’t able to change then I might as well stick with the curious mind I was stuck with 24/7.
He leaned in to the chair, the cogs in his brain churning, my best bet being that he was probably discussing with himself on whether he should trust me enough with his plans. Then a sudden realization seemed to adorn his face, he looked kind of cute with the dumfounded expression on his face. “You’re staying?”

“Well, yeah… this is kind of the only place I belong at the moment…” It was hard to admit, it just made me remember the fact that I no longer had a sister. “So, the plan?” I was finished talking about me. It wasn’t exactly fun, talking about how alone and homeless you are on a planet with over 7 billion people/mutants on.

“Well if you’re staying, you might as well re-pack your bag. We’re all going to Dallas.” He removed himself from the desk and made his way over to the door.

I stood up along with him, walking up to the door until I stood in front of him. “Wait, isn’t that where JFK is going today?” The sudden realization worried me, I wasn’t that stupid. He obviously didn’t want to go there just so he can watch the president wave majestically to a crowd.

He gave a defeated look, like I‘d just found out some elaborate plan that he was trying to keep close to the chest. That’s when I couldn’t help it anymore the curious personality of mine suddenly became very dominating and my power began to search through his brain. In only a few seconds I had all the information I needed about his plan, and I was scared shit-less. “You can’t be serious?” A sudden rage built up inside of me, how stupid could he be such an idiot?

“We have everything set up, there’s nothing at all to worry about.” He tried to reassure me, placing his right hand on my shoulder. Tapping it lightly and sending me a gleaming smile.

I quickly pushed his arm of me shoulder with a serious expression, “everything sorted? You’re killing the president! What if you’re seen, you’d be put in to prison for eternity! Heck, you might even fucking die for all we know. Could you be any more stupid?” I went on to rant about all the problems that could be caused by this preposterous plan.

He took no notice however, instead he did the whole ‘invade personal space’ thing he enjoys doing and took a step closer, raising an eye-brow with the memorable Cheshire cat grin marvelling his face. “You sound like you’re worried about me?”

“Okay, so you’re going to get a lifetime in prison and all you care about is if a girl cares about you.” I summed up the situation and sighed. “Fine, but it’s your funeral.” I sighed lazily and went to pack my stuff.

All I packed was spare clothes and a toothbrush. Going with us were Raven and Hatzazel. This of course helped with travelling because we just had Hatzazel teleport us to some ramshackle motel room. The walls were damp and the room had rats crawling around everywhere, good old Dallas.
I’m unsure on whether they know, but this is actually my home town. I think me and Fera once stayed here actually when we were hiding out from our parents. “Are you okay, Animus?” Erik questioned with what seemed like a concerned face. I answered with a simple nod, not feeling like talking much now I had all these memories playing through my head.

The problem with my power is that I’m kind of unsure on whether half these memories are actually mine or someone else’s. That’s why I needed to stop taking people’s memories; it always came with a price. Half my childhood was missing, except all the dark stuff, those memories I would forever be stuck with.

“Okay, so the plan is: JFK will be coming around in approximately an hour; I want you all to go to your stations.” Magneto pulled out a map which had different markings on, I was going to be put near Erik’s station, where a bullet should be thrown in to his head by Erik’s ability.

I was first to leave the building, desperate to get this day over with so I can leave Dallas. I didn’t like my home town at all, what if I got recognised? It was always different for Fera, she loved it here. Every day for 5 months after we left she would constantly ask when we would be going back. The ache in my heart increased at the thought of her.

It was kind of funny; I thought I just saw her enter a café with Charles. Of course they were in New York at the school though, and Charles is her teacher so they wouldn’t dare go all the way to Texas. Unless he whisked her away like some knight on a horse, all the way to Texas…. No, I needed to stop because the more I thought about it, the more real it seemed to get. This was utterly preposterous…. Maybe one look couldn’t hurt.

I crossed the road to look inside of a café and that’s when I saw them. What the hell were they doing here? Did they know about the plan?

I wanted to go inside and question their presence, but that might trigger some of the memories inside her head… I wonder if she felt different, like if she was forgetting something.