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Sep 10 2017, 03:27 PM
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Despite having visited a couple of times by now, Lorna still felt a sense of awkwardness when she visited her father here. Probably because she was not a student. Although she was Erik's daughter so she had family here. But it was still a bit odd. However she was glad that Charles had no issue with her visiting and she tried not to turn up too often in case she was an inconvenience. Not to mention she actually had a job to go to and a doctorate to complete as well. But Lorna had always been the type to worry about being considerate. It had been half the trouble with her issues in the past - sometimes she was too considerate. The Danes often joked about her being that way.<p>

Anyway today she had decided that it'd been a while since she visited her dad. She was dressed in a smart black suit. Something that contrasted her bright green hair. Dying it didn't work which was one of the only nuisances with her physical mutation but work weren't too bad about it and a lot of people said that it suited her. Plus it was growing on her.<p>

She did feel a tad overdressed as she approached the house, seeing so many of the students dressed so casually.

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The first thing she felt when she began to stir was that her head felt broken. Cracked, like someone had splintered it and then messed with it. The pain, although sharp, was already beginning to subside as her consciousness returned. Still, her brain felt heavy and foggy and everything around her was distorted as though she was looking at the world through cloudy glass. Everything was a blur of grey, shapeless and senseless. The more seconds that passed with the world like that, the more Lorna felt her pulse race.<p>

What happened to me? Where am I? What am I doing here?<p>

These were just a few of the many questions that flew into Lorna's waking mind. She tried to reach out to her memories, to remember how she got here, why she was here but it was like pushing against a locked door. A little flicker of pain hit her again and she grimaced.<p>

Other sensations were beginning to return. She was aware of lying on something hard and whatever it was, it was a little damp. Bathroom floor maybe. Had she passed out there? Had she been drinking last night?<p>

The world was coming into clear focus and Lorna could see that she was in a large white room. Completely white. No markings to define wallpaper, no paintings or photos. Completely lifeless and clinical. Like she was in hospital. Maybe I was in an accident? she thought to herself. I must be in hospital. That would explain the sore head. Lorna lay still as she considered this. She must have been. Somewhere on the way to-<p>

That was it, she remembered. She'd been on the way to the airport to fly home for Christmas. It was the first time she would have flown on a plane since the accident but things with her biological father had been going so well at that school of Charles' had been going so well and she'd left a lot of ghosts behind. She'd decided to conquer her fear and fly home. But she hadn't made it to the airport. In fact, she wasn't sure where the accident took place. She couldn't even remember it happening. I must have really smacked my head...<p>

The words snapped her back into focus. No, she remembered. It hadn't been an accident. She remembered now. She'd gone into a quiet street in Brooklyn to get some things that her adoptive mother loved. Little trinkets from a European antique store. She'd been coming out, heading to where her car had been parked on a very quiet, narrow road. She'd been opening the door and then... Lorna felt sick as she remembered something altering her senses and then she'd lost consciousness.<p>

She blinked some more as she looked around the room. There were no windows in any of the walls and the door was the only way in or out. It was a darkened room and there was a smell to it that made her gag. A clinical smell but much more intense and absolutely vile. She might have thrown up if there was anything to throw up. She'd avoided food that morning, knowing she was going to be flying today. Instead she slowly picked herself up with the help of the bed and moved to the wall, looking around the room.<p>

In the corner of the ceiling there looked to be four shower heads in the corner. Why would a cell have four shower heads? Was that a joke? Lorna had thought before chasing those thoughts away and trying to focus on the immediate problem that someone had taken her from the streets and brought her here. Why? What did they want? Had they meant to get her? What were they going to do to her?She had rubbed her head and looked towards the nearest door.<p>

A part of her had known when she tried it, that it would be locked but it hadn't stopped her banging and screaming on it, giving full rein to her fear and panic as all the unknown variables of this situation hit her. Why she was here? Who'd done this? What they were going to do? How long she would be here? If anyone knew she was gone? So many questions had taken over her, inflaming her panic that she had been completely consumed by it.<p>

Her head hurt as she tried to remember what happened next. She closed her eyes and began to sit up. There was suddenly a rush of air, brushing over her skin. Like there was nothing shielding her skin from it. Looking down, Lorna realised that that was because there wasn't. She wasn't wearing anything. She looked around for something to cover herself with but there was nothing.<p>

Lorna crawled backwards, retreating to the furthest corner of the room, breathing hard. "Oh god..." she murmured. There was no sound of anyone outside the room. No footsteps, no chatter. But Lorna tried anyway. "Hello!?" she called. "Hello?! I don't know who you are or... why you're doing this but... but please... let me go! I.... I don't know what you want! But I... I won't say anything if you just let me go. Please... please stop this." A wall of silence met her words and Lorna swallowed back a sudden rise of tears to her eyes.<p>

I won't make it back for Christmas. Heck she didn't even know if she was going to come out of this alive. Lorna wrapped her arms around her knees, covering herself up as best as she could as the reality of her situation sunk in. But still... she couldn't just take it.<p>

"HELP!" she screamed. "SOMEBODY HELP ME! HELP!" she screamed like she'd never screamed before.<p>

That was when she heard a noise. It was soft, like the flick of a switch. And suddenly there were four hissing noises, going off one after the other. Like the release of gas in a chemistry lab. Lorna began to pick herself up. Forgetting her lack of clothes for a moment, she stepped forward and then it caught her eye. The four shower heads were releasing gas rapidly into the room. Panicking, Lorna raced towards the door and began to bang on it hard.<p>

"LET ME OUT! PLEASE, LET ME OUT!" she screamed. "PLEASE, I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST LET ME OUT. PLEASE!" she kicked and punched at the door, a spike in adrenaline pushing past the pain. She didn't want to die, she realised with a sharpness that cut right into her heart. She thought she'd accepted it as her penance for the plane crash but now it was about to happen, she realised that it wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to live. She wanted to live for her parents, all three of them. She wanted to live for her friends and for everything else. This couldn't be the end.<p>

"No, please!" Lorna sobbed but already she was breathing the gas in and her throat was closing up. "Please..." she began to repeat over and over and over until it became little more than a rasp as the gas began to infiltrate her brain. Her vision began to go and everything began to be washed away like pebbles in the sand. Lorna felt herself fall but by the time she did, she had blacked out.<p>

She didn't expect to wake up but when she did her head was relatively clearer, if a bit murky and there was a brightness to the walls that made Lorna squint. She flinched at the whiteness and rolled over instinctively. She felt something soft beneath her. Well, softer than the floor anyway and there was a sheet covering her. Clutching the sheet, she sat up blearily, using the back of her hand to rub the blurriness from her eyes.<p>

If she had believed in heaven, she might have supposed this place to be it. But it had the same clinical smell as the last room. It just looked a bit cleaner. Lorna's chest clenched as she looked around. If that gas hadn't meant to kill her then what exactly had it done to her.<p>

Across the floor from the bed she appeared to be lying on was a pile of clothes, grey and simple. Not her own but she wasn't about to start getting fussy. Once she felt able to, she climbed out of bed and grabbed the clothes, changing into them. She noticed that there was no wire in the bra provided. Well that was odd. Once she'd changed, Lorna turned back to the bed and noticed that it was made of plastic. In fact, as she looked towards the bathroom facilities too, there wasn't a single piece of metal in this room. Lorna sank onto the bed, holding her head for a moment.<p>

This person knew what she was.

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Lorna sent Stephen a quick text in the cab ride over towards the Sanctorum, apologising for being late for their date night. A colleague had called up asking about swapping two shifts for next month. Normally Lorna didn't like to try and work out what she was doing in relation to work that far in advance but her colleage, Jinna, had sounded so much like a lost puppy that Lorna would have had to have had a heart of stone to say no. And Lorna did not have a heart of stone.<p>

Lately it felt like her heart was made of sponge. Between the incident at the bus station and meeting her biological father through it, Lorna's defenses had been lowered of late. Maybe that wasn't so much of a bad thing. She and Erik had had a long and surprisingly moving talk for their first time meeting as father and daughter. She hadn't given much thought to how meeting her biological father might happen, through the years. In fact the only thoughts she had really spared him had been of the 'who is he?' and 'where is he?' variety. But she was glad that their talk had been so thorough and meaningful. It chased away some of the awkwardness at least. Lorna had been surprised by how much she'd opened up to Erik.<p>

It was nothing she hadn't told Stephen though. Once they'd started getting serious, she had told Stephen about the accident where her powers caused her parents' deaths in a plane crash and her own guilt for years after that. It had taken her a few months but she'd trusted him to understand why she had these nightmares, why she was sometimes consumed with tortured angst when thinking about her parents. But like with her adoptive parents, it was easier to move forward with those she cared about especially Stephen.<p>

Six months on and Lorna felt just as deeply in love with him as ever. She hadn't anticipated falling for someone like him but now that their relationship had happened, she couldn't imagine being with anyone else.<p>

Lorna had already decided she would tell him about Erik later on in the evening. For a while she wanted things to be easy and casual between them.<p>

The cab pulled up outside the Sanctorum and Lorna climbed out of it. She'd dressed in some black, glittery jeans and a shining sapphire top, trimmed around the neckline with fake sapphires and diamonds. She wore a long black coat over the top with a blue scarf. It was bitterly cold as she stood outside the door, knocking against it, waiting to be let in.<p>

When the door finally opened, she smiled broadly. "Hi."

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The nightmares were back again. Lorna had been sure that they wouldn't return for a while. Usually they only cropped up now and again, bothered her for a handful of nights on and off and then left. But in the past week she'd woken up once, sometimes twice a night with the nightmares in the back of her mind, choking on the vivid images of the plane ripping itself apart and her parents disappearing into the atmosphere. Just thinking about the images made her feel nauseated and dizzy. Like she was still up in that plane.<p>

She woke up feeling ill ready to throw up, following a night where the dream had kept her in its clutches no matter how many times she woke up and drifted back off. She washed her face with cold water but she could still smell metal and oil in the back of her throat. The windows in her apartment were closed yet she could feel the manic rush of atmosphere and wind around her face. The natural light pouring in from her bathroom made her grimace. She shut the curtain and closed her eyes.<p>

Go away, go away... she told herself. Tears stung at her eyes. Please just go away. She silently begged herself. Enough was enough. She just wanted these dreams gone. Gone so she could sleep. Gone... Gone forever? A voice in her mind whispered. You could go to that Charles guy. There is still that option. It was a thought she had frequently each morning and as usual she turned away and ignored it.<p>

She opened her wardrobe to get dressed for work and immediately decided she was going to call in sick to work. Her gut told her that she needed to do it. That she couldn't go on as she was. That, finally, she should put an end to this pain. Even if it did have consequences she wasn't entirely comfortable with. She didn't know she would be at the end of it but she would hopefully be able to sleep and live with herself easier.<p>

She made the call to work and then changed into black jeans and a hoodie. Even looking at her hair, which she'd recently stripped back to its mutated emerald, made her feel a bit queasy which was a shame because she actually preferred her hair this way. Hopefully she could walk it off. She grabbed her bag and the notepad with the address on it and headed for the bus station.<p>

A couple of hours later thanks to traffic and a long walk, she turned up at the gates of Xavier's Institute. She pressed the buzzer.

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Lorna fingered the already worn and yellowing paper corners of the letter that lay on the table in front of her. A half drunk cup of coffee sat beside it, already cooling and a half eaten apple on a small plate beside that. As Lorna's eyes drank in the contents of the letter again, her appetite began to evaporate.<p>

Dear Lorna,<br>
I don't know if you will ever get to read this letter or whether I will get to tell you all of this myself. I hope that I can. It would be better, but bravery hasn't always been my strong suit and I'm sure you will know that more than ever once you read this. But it needs to be told and however old you are, I hope you can trust that this never changed the way that I adored you, my angel. I hope you can forgive me for deceiving you.<p>

Your father, Arnold Rowland, is not your biological father. But he is your dad in every way that matters. I suspected this might be the case when you were born. That you might be the result of an affair I had about eight months earlier. I had hoped you were born on time but the nurses said you were a few weeks early. So I knew there was a chance. But I did not love you any the less, I promise you.<p>

It was a short affair and I do feel guilt about betraying Arnold. But I don't regret having you. I have thought about coming clean, trying to make a fresh start as a family. But I don't want to do anything that risks what we have. If keeping this a secret is to be my burden then it's right that I do. But I think you have a right to know. If you have any questions then I can tell you right now, who your biological father is.<p>

His name is Erik Lehnsherr.
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The letter was unfinished, Lorna noted as she turned away from it. Her mother must have decided not to tell her. Lorna's insides squeezed painfully. It was often painful to think of her mother and her step father, not just because of what had happened but because they were just gone. But now reading the truth in black and white, well it brought it all back.<p>

If she closed her eyes she could still feel the racing heart of the stressed out little girl, begging for her parents to stop arguing while all the time the plane began to rip apart around her...<p>

No. Lorna told herself as she rose to her feet. I'm not dwelling on this, she thought as she shoved the letter in her handbag. She emptied her coffee in the sink and chucked her apple away. Sliding her jacket on, she grabbed her bag and keys and left the apartment she was staying in.<p>

She had the day off today so she was going to head out the city for the day. To do what, she didn't know but she wanted to go somewhere, somewhere different, clear her head. The anniversary of the crash was coming up and this letter... this ill-timed extremely late delivery from her mother's solicitor, had come at a terrible timing.<p>

She took a cab to the bus depot and bought her tickets. In the outside waiting area, near her stand, she could read a news screen on one of the televisions. The screen had a map of Europe at the back of it with a small window of a camera focused on something that was black and burning through the air. As Lorna squinted, she saw that the news beneath it read about the mystery cause of a France-Romania flight crash.<p>

Lorna began to whiten. She looked away with a jerk but it made no difference. She was already seeing something entirely different.<p>

She was securely strapped in to one of the comfortable leather seats at the back of the private jet. She held a small games console in her hand, a nearby book lay abandoned. Although she was looking at the screen, she wasn't concentrating... wasn't caring. All she could hear was vicious screaming and snapping coming from the cockpit.<p>

The door was closed but Lorna didn't need to know that her parents were having one of their nastiest rows yet. She couldn't make out what they were saying. But tears trickled down her cheeks and her skin began to heat up. Her head ached as pain twisted inside her stomach and chest. Why did they have to scream like that? Why wouldn't they stop? She just wanted them to stop... Why did they sound like they hated each other?<p>

The more she thought about it, the more she cried. She didn't notice the shudder of the airplane around her.
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Nor did Lorna see the bus behind her that had already been loaded with passengers, begin to rise into the air.

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