The New Boy

The Rain Whispers SeriesAme age 5

The alarms in the mansion were running wild.  The sensors had picked up a new mutant signature on the property—one that had been previously registered as enemy.

“It’s Vertigo.” Cyclops said, reading the computer panel.

The X-Men had been attending their morning Danger Room sessions when the ruckus began.

“What about the other Marauder’s?” Bobby asked.

“I’m not picking up any of them.  There is another mutant with her though.  Unidentifiable.”

“Then we’ll make short work of him too.”  Logan growled. “Where are they?”

Scott looked oddly at the control panel.  “They’re walking up the front driveway.”

“Kinda bold, even for a Marauder, ain’t it?” Rogue said as the team headed up.

“It’s gotta be some kind of set up.  Watch your backs people.”

The X-Men split up and emerged from different ports.  Some came directly from the house.  Others rose up from access ports in the lawn.  Vertigo was surrounded in seconds.

“Hold it right there lady!” Wolverine barked.

Vertigo released the hand of the small figure she had been holding and raised both arms in the air.

“I surrender!” she yelled and sank to her knees.  “Don’t attack!  I surrender!”

“Where’s you’re backup?”

“They’re not here.  No one knows I’m here.”

“Right.”

“Wolverine, wait.” Jean said.  “What are you doing here Vertigo?  What do you want?”

“An’ choose your words carefully, femme.” Remy added, three glowing cards in his hand.

“I come here in peace.  I need your help.”

“You need our help?  A likely story!”

“Not for myself.” She said, she slowly reached over and removed the sweater hood from the small figure and then his baseball cap.  “For my son.” She finished.

A frightened boy of about eight or nine, stood close to Vertigo and looked around quite terrified.

“So you got a kid.  Big deal.  Doesn’t explain what you’re doin’ here.”

“Sinister has recalled us.  All of us.  I don’t know what he has planned but it will be for a long endurance.”

“Recalled you?”

“Since our last—confrontation, Sinister let us go off on our own ways, as he often does in down time.  We are free to do whatever we want until he recalls us.”  She looked at the boy.  It’s been almost a decade since I’ve heard from him.  I was beginning to hope I never would.  But he wants us to rejoin him… tonight.”

“Where and when?” Cyclops asked.

“…I can’t say.  That isn’t what I’m here for.”

“You got about three seconds to tell—”

“Logan…”

Professor Xavier accompanied by a still recovering Storm came out of the house.  Several of the team instinctively moved a step closer in his direction.  The head of the family must always be protected.

“What is it you have come here to ask us child?” he continued.

“As far as I know,” Vertigo said in a shaky voice, “Mr. Sinister and the others are not aware of Darren.” She nodded towards the boy.  “I have never told any of them about him.”

‘Oh, I don’ like where dis be goin’.’ Gambit thought.

“In everyway you could imagine, I belong to Sinister.  My son does not… and I intend to keep it that way.”

The X-Men fell oddly silent.  Even Logan, who had been even more aggressive than usual during this, was quiet.  Fighting an enemy on a battlefield was one thing.  But when they walk up to your front door… with the children only a few feet away….

“I am asking… I am begging you to please show some of that compassion you are always professing to have and keep my son.”

“What?!” Rogue exclaimed.

“You gotta be outta your damn mind!” Marrow hissed.

The team was in an uproar.  The young boy grabbed his mother about her shoulders and buried his face in her neck.

“X-Men!  Calm yourselves!” the Professor commanded into their minds.

“Please,” Vertigo implored.  “Darren is innocent.  He has never done anything to offend anyone.   I have tried to raise him as normally as possible.  To teach him right from wrong.  His only sin is being born to a mother who is an enemy.  Would you condemn him for that?  How many of you have parents to whom you would not want to be judged by?”

A few of the team were shamefully taken aback by that question.  They tried to hide their discomfort.

“If Sinister finds out about Darren, one of two things will happen.  Either he’ll use him as a subject of experimentation, or he will be trained to be a Marauder.  Would you really wish the next generation to face a Marauder who has been trained by that man from such a young age?  Would you allow a child to by torn apart to advance scientific curiosity?  Is that what the X-Men do?  Do you only help those whom you deem worthy?  As I recall,” she said looking directly at Gambit. “Some of you have come from less than perfect pasts.”

Gambit merely narrowed his eyes.

“Where is the child’s father?” Ororo asked.

“Dead.  Before Darren was born.  Before I even knew I was pregnant.”

Storm’s hand tightened on the back of the Professor’s chair.

“The last time I ran into Scalphunter, he decided he didn’t like the way Darren’s father looked at him.  He crushed his sku—he killed him right there.”

“And now you’re going back to work with the guy.”

“I don’t have any choice.”

“There’s always a choice.” Scott said.

“Maybe the original Vertigo did.  Or even the second, or the third.  But I’m too far down the cloning line.  Sinister has made too many personal adjustments to my genetic code.  I’m certain he could destroy me this instant if he really wanted to.”

“And if this recall is a plan for the Marauder’s to attack us?”

“Then I will do so.  I told you, I don’t have a choice.”

“And if you win and we are defeated, what then?”

Vertigo looked down at her lap for a moment.

“There is a… counter of sorts to my mutant ability.”  She looked up. “When and if you next face me… hold your breath.”

“What?” Hank asked.

“My powers are visually based, yes.  But I’m sure you’ve noticed that closing your eyes does little to dissuade my powers.”

Logan clenched his teeth.

“That is because my abilities are tri-based.  Visual, sound… and smell.  It’s the smell the smell caused a great deal of the disorientation.”

“I never noticed no smell.” Logan said through his teeth.

“That was because your visual and nasal senses were also being thrown off.  You weren’t able to notice.”

“Why us, Vertigo?” Rogue asked.  You gotta know someone else.”

“Because, if Sinister finds out about Darren, or if already knows and someday decides he wants him… I know that you’re the only ones who can protect him.”

There was another silence.

“He’s just a child…” Vertigo said in a sad strained voice.  It sounded as though it were the last argument she could give.

Charles adjusted his position in his chair.

“…Go.  We will care for him.”

The tone in the Professor’s voice silenced the mouths of the X-Men who were opening theirs to comment.  He had made his decision and there would be no further discussion… at least not at this time.

They were then met with another surprise when Vertigo suddenly broke down into tears.

“Thank you.  Thank you, so very much.” She sobbed.  It was the first time the X-Men had ever seen any Marauder display any emotion other than wicked content or anger.

She collected herself somewhat and turned to Darren smoothing his blond hair back.

“Honey, these are the people I told you about.  They’re going to take care of you until mommy can come back.”

“But I wanna go with you!”

“Darren, we talked about this… you know it’s impossible.”

Darren dropped his head.

“You see this nice man in the chair?” She continued, pointing to Charles.  “This is Professor Xavier.  Remember I told you about him.  Now, you listen carefully.  I want you to do everything the Professor tells you to.  You obey everything he says.  Help when you can, and best behavior at all times.  I don’t want to hear that you’ve been a bad boy, understand?”

Darren nodded and sniffed.

She adjusted his small backpack, then wrapped him in a tight hug.

“I love you.  Please, always remember how much I love you.” She said softly.

Rogue was surprised to find the beginnings of a lump growing in her throat.

Vertigo finally released the hug and stood up.  She turned Darren to face the Professor’s direction and gave him a soft push.

“Go on.” She said softly, then wiped the tears from her cheeks with the sleeve of her jacket.

She waited until Darren had reached the bottom step of the porch.

“Please care for him.” She said to no one in particular.  And before anyone could react, Vertigo touched a button on her belt buckle and vanished.

Darren had looked in time only to see the last faint image of her disappear.  He looked back to the Professor.

Charles cupped the young boy’s chin in his hand and smiled warmly.  It was the same smile each of the X-Men had been comforted in at one time or another.  The one that told them they were part of a family… and would never be alone.

Darren’s chin began to tremble.  He threw his arms around Xavier and began crying.

Jean, at Scott’s request had mentally summoned the rest of the team to return to the Danger Room.  They slowly began doing so.  If the Marauders were back, they would be needing to step up their training.

Charles pulled the boy up onto his lap and looked up at Ororo.

“He is only a child.” He told her mentally.

“I know.” She replied.  “There was nothing else you could do, Professor.”

He looked down at the quietly sobbing child in his arms.

“I have done this before.” He continued.  “I just pray that this turns out to be one of the more positive decisions I have made.  And that I… or more importantly… any of you live to regret.  I am only a man.  I make mistakes.  Too often I have wondered why you all still follow me.”

“It is because of acts like this,” she said motioning to Darren with her hand.  “that we follow you.  Your compassion and your kindness.  That is what we follow.  That is who we believe in.  Mistakes or no, you are our inspiration.”

Charles reddened slightly at the complement.  “You should be cautious about placing me so high.  I have fallen before.”

“That, dear Charles, is why angels have wings.” Ororo thought to him as she turned and walked back into the house.

Charles looked down at Darren again.  The boy still had his arms wrapped around Xavier’s neck but was on longer crying.  Only sniffling.

Charles smoothed the hair down on the boy’s head, then turned his hover chair, and brought the new boy into their home.

 

The End

 

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