See The Light
“It’s a common scenario.”
“You don’t know what I’m risking here! Erik—just hold my hand!”
There’s an unspoken, unuttered, undeclared rule that is well-known to these mutants who are rushing their way to the morgue department. Everyone knows this since they were all children threatened to be exterminated the moment they manifested: never use your gifts in vain or violence unless in necessary measures. Like for self-defense or on the verge of death. But in this same manner, do these people who made the rules themselves, know what’s the limit with all of the actions they are making?
A common scenario may count as a necessary measure.
Common scenario, defined by Scott Summers is a code red. Ironically labeled with the vision he has after he turned 10, it is a combination of human ignorance to comprehension and defending it’s out of their spectrum of coherency leaving them doing the dirty work. If he’s only able to show his eye roll whenever someone states their indifference to necessary things at hand.
Actually, he admits he doesn’t even know what’s bound for them to discover, as always. Yet that thrills him, with the relevance of his race added in the equation hypothetically. Why would someone shoot a woman with a special kind of bullet that dilutes when entering a biological organism?
How come he came up with that hypothesis again? He had been through a lot, thanks to Emma.
Scott meant Superintendent Frost. He really should focus on what’s now.
“What a common scenario.” He utters with ease after the telepath they are with, Nurse Charles Xavier, pushed the swing door and sent a mental message to keep quiet until they have reached the storage room. Once his eyes met the receptionist jotting down records and encoding them one by one he commands.
“Go on a break.”
Erik responded “Ugh, I’m so turned on right now.”
“Not helpful, Erik.”
The laugh will be expressed later on after their walk to the hall filled with tension arising from their shoulders. On their side there are bodies on standby, some are on their way to the pool further down the basement and others are to be delivered to the police station for the forensics.
“Outgoing specimens.” Charles said referring to Pietro peeking over the exposed wrists with tags of serial codes for encoded bodies and particular names. “Do you like it here? Cause I think you do.”
“Is this the new kid?” Charles scowled at Erik and he nodded with a smirk to Pietro leaving him with a frowning face.
Scott said. “Where are we going now?”
“Since she’s being sent to the pool, I think we can look… here!” Pointing to the 4th door they almost passed by. At the window of the door, he peeked and glanced to his husband to open the doors without any fingerprints to leave. Erik has been having the time of his life trying to manipulate every metal he senses just to hinder detection, like locking the whole morgue department for example. State the obvious.
As the door opened, the stench welcomed them. Kurt immediately teleported a meter away from his location and others backed out, and the only one who remained was Charles who grabbed the M-95 masks for their cover.
“I sincerely apologize for this. Since…most of you are new to this.”
Pietro replied while coughing before wearing the mask. “You had been doing this Scott?”
“We do, but we never asked Kurt to come or anyone else.”
Kurt replied. “Help these bodies and have mercy upon them.”
Logan needed the mask most, and didn’t speak for the whole time until he received it. Complaining ain’t going to work in this kind of environment so he has to tolerate as ever.
Erik stepped in the room and looked for the steel table where they could find the body but that’s out of his capabilities as of the moment until they find it, Charles stands up beside him and asked. “Do you want me to find in the records?”
“Someone has been here. Logan, can you detect another smell?”
Logan sniffed and wondered how much does his mask filter can handle it, but he could…smell another scent vanishing. “I could.”
Pietro rushed to the computer table and saw that the transformer of the computer was on, waiting for someone to push the buttons of the CPU case. His hands. Although he hesitates when Kurt held his wrist, an inch away from the force tempting him to do so. Then the one holding him hand slips to the monitor where when he pressed the power button and encoded files flashed on the screen.
“That’s so bright.” Pietro said, and Kurt laughs.
“You don’t know computers?”
“I just thought it was turned off.”
“I tried my best to help.”
Scott approached the computer and sat at the office table. “Can I? Charles?”
Charles faced him after mumbling arguments to his husband who was ever calm in situations he shouldn’t be. “What, Mr. Summers?”
“Can I look for the body here?”
“You’ll need to log in with credentials.”
Logan dug his hands on his pockets where all of the important things in his life are located like his keys and tobacco kit. When he pulled it out he handed an old identification card with a specific code to type for access and he doesn’t care who it came from anymore. Sides, it was a hook up from one of his lavish encounters he doesn’t want to know.
How did he know?
Scott never wanted to know. He gawked through the screen with Pietro who was skimming over the folders he picked up across the table while Kurt scrolls all through the records with only three fingers on the mouse, and that doesn’t limit him since he had been thrown in and out of the typing pool out of no reason. The keyboard specialist doesn’t even bother the noise he makes with his fingers for his ears had accommodated finding pleasure over typing itself. He has to hate it at one point, Logan persisted to him but he thinks it’s his second mutation: to love something eventually, since what fate can be given from Above is not a blessing? Everything is, he believes.
He laid back with his arms on his head and said. “Found it.”
“What code?” the Deputy Chief lightened up over the blind windows illuminating his eyes after an observation to a body with a familiar serial number, remembering the loathed tattoo on his forearm, and this doesn’t go unnoticed with the telepath who held his arm where it was before permitting him to scan to the room for what they needed for.
Scott ran beside him and Pietro’s eyes narrowed and found the code at the end of the table, next to DOA. “9327-831-928” Then rushed his way next where the others cleaned up their traces, turning off the computer and on the clock for the door.
“Do you want me to turn on the lights, Erik?”
“No, Charles. I think we found it.”
Scott mumbled with his hands holding his waist, head titled to the left and glancing towards the both men with identical face feature. “A woman named Gaby was shot on site at North Salem School in Westchester County out of...”
Erik replied. “Nothing. There’s no bullet… right?”
“Logan said it diluted.”
“But that doesn’t eliminate the fact that perhaps, the bullet’s still inside her head.”
Pietro parallel to the head of the body grabbed the edge of the blanket and before he reveals it he utters. “Let’s find out.”