Storm flew back to the mansion puzzled. She went to the airport, but there wasn't anyone there. She was just about to call the mansion when a military jet came up next to her. "Unidentified aircraft, you are ordered to lower your altitude to two thousand feet and come with us to the New York City International Airport. If you do not comply, we will use force."
Storm, still puzzled by this, followed orders. After about twenty minutes, she landed the jet slowly and smoothly. Then she got off the jet to see two official looking people standing by an SUV. "Are you Ororo Munroe?" One of them asked. "Also known as Storm?"
"Y-yes," Storm replied, she was starting to feel really uncomfortable. "You need to come with us please," One of them said grabbing her arm. Before Storm could refuse, something was shot into her neck, and she became unconscious.
X
Hawk put down her Harry Potter book and looked at her clock. 8:00 pm. Where the heck was she?
Marking her spot and turning off 'Jesus take the wheel' by Carrie Underwood, Hawk went downstairs. She saw Logan coming up from the Danger Room with Rogue and walked up to them. "Hey, Logan," she said, coming in step with them. "Any word from Storm?"
"She hasn't come back yet?" Logan asked, concern filling his voice.
Hawk shook her head. "She also hasn't called."
Logan stopped short and turned to face her. "She hasn't?"
"Well," she added hastily. "Not since she arrived."
For of all of a split second, a surprising emotion came over Logan's face. Fear. Hawk gave him an inquisitive look, but by the time she did, his face was back to being hard. As if the emotion never appeared on his face. "Should we tell the others?" Rogue asked.
"No," Logan said. "It's bad enough that Sabretooth is on the loose. We don't need any more chaos than what we've already got."
"Alright, Logan," Hawk said. She went back to her room and started to get changed for bed. She hit the 'Play' button and 'Whispers in the Dark' by Skillet started.
Before she slipped into bed, though, she went to the window and stared outside.
No!
John Cooper, the lead singer of Skillet, sang.
You'll never be alone!
When darkness comes
You know I'm never far
Whispers in the dark
This was one of her favorite parts; but tonight, she didn't find comfort in them. "Where are you, Storm?" she whispered.
X
Logan walked by Hawk's as one of her favorite rock bands was playing. He suddenly stopped when he heard the last part of the first verse.
I'll be the one that's going to hold you
I'll be the one that you can run to
My love is
A burnin'
Consuming fire
He continued on as the chorus began. Although, he couldn't get those words out of his head. Hawk had always said that if you looked hard enough and listened to a song enough times, you can always find more than one meaning or a story behind the it that the artist put in. Hawk said that she also considered it a love song because of the lyrics themselves.
Then his thoughts drifted to Storm and the night before. How he had wanted her to run to him and hold her. For her to confide in him. But that was only concern for a colleague, he told himself. Concern for a friend. Nothing else. Period. There was nothing else. Was there?
"Of course not," he said firmly. "It was just a courtesy, that's all."
But as he went to sleep that night, he couldn't help but think that there might be something more.
X
Storm sat in a chair, shackled and cuffed. She didn't know where she was exactly, only that she was back in Africa, somewhere. She knew that this was not a good situation. She'd heard rumors about the government shipping people off to parts of Africa like Afghanistan, to be tortured. But she had thought that that was all they were. Rumors. Apparently she was wrong.
But why was she here? She hadn't broken any laws. Well... not since she was a child struggling to survive in Cairo anyway. But that was a long time ago. Why was she here now? She had answered all of their questions honestly. Even though it was only one question. "What do you know about al-Qaeda?"
She had said that she didn't know anything about al-Qaeda. After awhile, they had put her on a jet- knocked out and with a sack over her head- and brought her here. Finally, two people came in. One was tall, attractive, and had jet-black hair with a mustache. His skin tone was similar to Hawk's, tan, although it looked as if it was slightly darker. The other was obviously an American, he was tall with an athletic build that probably helped him in football season, he also had blond hair. "What do you want with me? Why am I here?" she asked. When no one responded, she spoke directly to the native. "Wat wil jy met me? Hoekem is ek hier?"
Again, no response. Either the native didn't speak English or African, or he just didn't feel like answering her questions. She repeated her question in Swahili, with more intensity this time.
"You are Ororo Munroe. Yes?" the native asked. He spoke English with a heavy accent.
Storm remained silent. He repeated the question, this time with more intensity. "Yes," she replied.
"Egyptian?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"You were raised in Egypt."
"That's where you're wrong," Storm said darkly.
"Verskoon my?"
"I wasn't raised in Egypt," she continued. "I grew up on the streets of Cairo. I had no parents. I was born in New York, and my family moved down here when I was a year old. They were killed five years later."
"What do you know about al-Qaeda?" he asked, as if she had never spoken.
"I don't."
"We have contact information saying you do," The American said. "Records."
"Then it's a mistake." Storm said. "Look, I'm the headmistress and history teacher of a school for crying out loud."
"Then why do we have information and records from a source that say otherwise?" American demanded. "Have you ever made a bomb?"
"No."
"Have you ever blown something up?"
"Not on purpose."
"So that's a yes then."
Storm was about to say something else, but American didn't give her the chance. "I'm going to ask you one more time. Where's al-Qaeda? What are they planning?"
"I told you, I don't know."
"Liar!" Native screamed, slapping her across the face. Storm's head snapped to the right, and she spat out blood that came out of the corner of her mouth. Her interrogators stared at her for a moment. "Sit haar in die gat."
X
A large man with blond hair stood in the shadows of the room, and watched as the Goddess was forced into a small tight space in the wall. It looked like a cylinder on it's side. He'd been waiting for this day. The day when she would be treated like some criminal, and know how it felt.
"When do you think she'll talk?" the American asked.
"In a few days," the native replied.
"I can make it sooner," Sabretooth said, coming out of the shadows. There was a sudden scream, and a bolt of lightning. Sabretooth smiled in that sadistic way of his. If he could have her alone for five minutes, he'd make her talk. He turned to the others and explained his plan.
X
Storm woke up in her small "hole," as they called it. After they had shut the door, her claustrophobia had overwhelmed her, and she had gone under- what Hawk liked to call- a power overload. She started to hyperventilate, than thought about, for some unknown reason, the second verse to 'Whisper in the Dark'.
You feel so lonely and ragged
You lay here broken and naked
Well, that couldn't have been farther from the truth. The only thing that she really had to cover with was a ragged cloth that was supposed to be a gown. It made her look like a sack of potatoes, in her opinion.
My love is
Just waitin'
To cloth you in crimson roses
I'll be the one that's gonna find you
I'll be the one that's gonna guide you
My love is
A burnin'
Consuming fire
No
You'll never be alone
When Darkness comes I'll light the night with stars
Hear the Whispers in the Dark
No
You'll never be alone
When Darkness comes you know I'm never far
Hear the Whispers in the Dark
She thought about Logan, and Hawk, and the others. Right now she felt alone, without anyone to help her. She thought how Hawk must be, somehow, speaking to her telepathically, since she didn't usually think about Skillet when it came to music. That was mainly a Hawk, Rogue, and Dazzler thing. But right now, those words were the only things that she had to cling on to for hope.
X
Fear, pain, anger...Darkness. Walls enclosing her, and coming in ever so closer. A blood-piercing scream...
Hawk bolted up. Isis, her white wolf, growled and whimpered.
"It's alright girl," Hawk assured the wolf. "It was just a dream." Not, she thought silently to herself. Hawk was not claustrophobic. She would probably last a few days in a tight spot before she ever would be. And that scream wasn't hers. She paused another one of her favorites by Skillet, Live Free or Let Me Die, and went to her window. Nothing was going on outside. She reached out and sensed that everyone in the mansion was asleep.
It was then that she realized that it wasn't just some stray dream from someone. It was what Storm was going through. And she knew that Storm wasn't going to last long.
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I have absolutely no disrespect for people who live in or respect the countries mentioned. This story is somewhat based off of the movie Rendition, so I only mention events similar to that in the movie. If I messed up the translations, please let me know. I use google and found out it's not the best for any other language except Spanish. So please correct me.
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