sirenspull_logs | A wolf scents the air...

Entry tags:

magneto,
wither

A wolf scents the air...

Who:

southernreaper
When: Feb 9th, 11pm
Where: Random abandoned warehouse in Sector 9
Summary: Kevin saw something and he's not sure what it was.
Warnings: Talk of human experimentation

Kevin had shown up here a couple hours ago. He wasn't taking the chance. He'd climbed up into the rafters and was sitting on a metal beam, his hands bare. He didn't want to run the risk of getting caught without his weapons open.

A shadow was in the doorway and he tensed, but it resolved into Dr. Xavier. Kevin took a moment to be quiet and watch, hoping he'd come alone like he'd been asked to.

Carefully, Kevin climbed down the metal girders, then he tucked his hands into his pockets.

"Dr. Xavier." He said quietly, his shoulders hunched forward. His hair fell into his face, hiding his eyes in the shadow.

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Magneto had shown up an hour before, scouting. He had been impressed, pleased to find Kevin already there, and making sure there were no bugs or others nearby, had settled comfortably on a perch nearby to wait. His hair was covered in a hat, which he removed inside. It had been a long day, and he wasn't entirely comfortable leaving the house.

"Kevin."

He studied the boy, making sure he himself wasn't harmed.

He didn't know what the hell he was doing. But he knew that Dr. Xavier was smart enough to maybe understand more of what he'd seen than he did.

"Ain't no one with ya?"

Kevin wasn't sure he fully trusted Dr. Xavier, but it was better him than... well, there wasn't anyone else, except Frau. And that wasn't a good choice. Besides, Frau wasn't a mutant and certain things only mutants understood the fear of.

He tapped his temple, a pantomime of telepathy. "Not even Emma."

Although that could change in the span of a thought.

"What's wrong?"

He was on edge yes, alert, aware, senses thrown wide, over the area, leaking back to the House, and it wasn't a strain, but it did make him tense.

Kevin took a deep breath, stuffing his hands even deeper into his pockets. "Ain't sure it's wrong." Kevin admitted. "Was workin' t'other day, an' walkin' 'long a hallway. Guy called me over, askin' me t'make sure some documents were destroyed." He shrugged. It wasn't a big deal and he did it a lot. However, he'd seen in the doorway, just briefly.

"Ain't rightly sure what I done saw." He shoved a hand through his hair, looking very, very young and uncertain. "But." His ears began turning an interesting color. "Sir, I'm from Georgia. I done seen all sorts o' thin's, with Christians claimin'..."

Kevin was a fifteen year old boy who wasn't very comfortable talking about things like this. "It looked like them pictures the protesters carry outside o' lady clinics. Bu' not. Ain't rightly sure what was different, but ya ever seen raw chicken wings?"

His ears were about to explode. He knew it.

"I have yes." SERO did experiments on humans. They grew Voids in a tube. He wasn't surprised at what Kevin had seen, though he was now kicking himself slightly for not warning him. Once again, his brain screamed at him that Kevin was just a boy.

"SERO is pretty well known for genetic experiments." It was soft, hollow. Something, some instinct was warning with his mind, some niggle he couldn't explain. He couldn't keep it out of his voice, too caught off guard. Those instincts had been what had kept him alive, he couldn't not listen now. His posture was changing slowly, sharpening to the moment, more alert.

Kevin snorted. He shook his head. "Ya think I'd be standin' out here in the cold, if'n it was jus' a genetic experiment?" Kevin wasn't an idiot. He knew exactly what he was getting into when he'd signed on with SERO.

He'd known that he might be called on to destroy... genetic material.

"Maybe it was." He shrugged. "But there ain't nothin' right 'bout this. Ain't no one talkin' 'bout it. These ain't Voids an'..." He shook his head again. "It's a gut feelin', Dr. Xavier. Somethin' ain't right."

"No, something is very wrong about it." He nodded. He'd worn gloves, thin black nitrite exam gloves, more about not leaving fingerprints than abut Kevin, but he reached over, patting Kevin's shoulder. "You have good instincts. Very good."

His face was drawn, jaw clenched. "Were was this?"

Kevin frowned. "Down in one o' the deeper labs. I only go down there once'r twice a month, if'n that." He shrugged. "Ya ever been in there? It's kinda a maze in some places."

He shoved his hands through his hair again. "Think they's just below the regular genetic labs. Ain't real sure, though. C'n lead ya in, bu' that's 'bout it."

He couldn't even draw a map.

"Yes, I've been down there."

He thought it over for a minute. Kevin, as of yet, didn't know he was working for SERO.

"You remember the image inducers from school?" He reached for his wallet, waiting on the answer.

He frowned. What did image inducers have to do with it? "'Course. Cess was always tryin' t'get one." They wouldn't let her have one though. Just as well. Kevin didn't think she needed one.

Of course, he'd love to have one himself, but that was for different reasons.

"Stark and I made a few, while he was here." From his wallet he removed a photo ID. The name read 'Jacó Ribiero' and it looked like it could, perhaps, be a very distant relative of Magneto. He looked older, still in his fifties but far less well aged. Instead of the slightly wavy thick white hair and grey-blue eyes, Jacó had thick dark brown curls that were almost bushy enough to be a Jewfro and his eyes were a dark bottle green. His frame is a good deal less bulky, the lean muscle of a man who engages in light to moderate exorcise, with a slight paunch of advancing age, and a straight nose.

"Ever noticed him around?" He'd noticed Kevin.

He frowned. "Maybe a couple times." Kevin kept his head down, and barely spoke to anyone at SERO. He said 'yes sir' and 'no sir' to a few people, but that was about it. The only reason he knew his neighbor in housing was because the guy's girlfriend was pushy and had adopted Kevin as her pet project.

He disliked that woman.

"There's a corridor off of C Wing, that ends in a staircase. Take it down, then take the first right then the third left. That's where I was." No harm in telling, was there?

"It's me. Jacó Ribiero - you can say hello, I won't bite. Emma knows that I'm there, and what I'm doing. I have other spies there too." Lucifer, Marrow, but he didn't say that.

"I can check it out. Do you know who is working on it?"

Kevin shrugged. He didn't talk to people. He liked the quiet. "No. Didn't recognize no one. But I don't work with the scientists a lot." Except when they wanted to test the extent of his powers. He did that willingly.

"All right. I'll do some poking."

He took a breath.

"Kevin. Lad. I'm going to ask something terribly unfair. Something I understand which will be very difficult for you. And I'm sorry, but I must. Understand?"

Kevin took a step back. The only reason he'd come here was because it hadn't seemed right. Something was off, and while he understood these weren't 'good' people, there came a point that even Kevin couldn't rationalize their actions away.

His hands slid from his pockets; his only weapons but deadly enough. He didn't trust Xavier, except Ms. Frost did, which was the reason he'd brought it to him, rather than her.

He tensed, ready to run.

"What's that?"

"Pay attention to that project. Any time they call you. Pay attention. Who is there, how many, hours, so on. Careful attention. See if you can remember faces, and project details."

He recognized Kevin was tense, and there wasn't much he could do about it. Getting Kevin to trust him was extremely difficult.

No. He'd done the biological weapon thing already. It'd been a promise; a way to control his powers... and then he'd had to destroy it, because he was the only one that could.

His jaw ticked and he looked away. He didn't want to be a hero. Not here. Not without the rest of the Hellions. He missed them. Julian, Soo, Cess... all of them were grounding for him and they understood each other.

But he was alone. It was just him trying to figure out how to deal with an alternate dimension that made no sense, where people hated him just as much as back home.

"Fine." He turned away. He'd help, but he sure as hell wasn't going to like it. He was going home.

"As I said. I know it's not fair." There was real sorrow to that. Because he didn't want to have to do this.

He wasn't going to ask Kevin to get involved, but whatever he would see any way? Yes he wanted him to pay attention. He needed that information.

Kevin turned back to Xavier, his face shadowed. "Ya don't know nothin' 'bout it." Why? Because he hadn't told anyone. No one knew how much he missed, just for an afternoon, being able to lay in the grass and not have to worry about killing everything. No one.

"I ain't lookin' fer fair. Stopped doin' that a long time ago." Kevin snapped. "I'll do ya dirty work, Xavier."

He turned away again and left the warehouse. He didn't have anything else to say.

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