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After a long ride — about an hour and a half — we finally arrived deep in the western part of Virginia.
As we came to a stop, Charles spoke, "We should do the rest of the journey on foot."
Erik and I nodded silently, stepping out of the car and following Charles into the open wilderness.
A few minutes in, we arrived at our destination.
Harpers Ferry.
Whoever this mutant is, I've got to give them credit — this place is perfect for laying low. It's quiet, lightly populated, and decades behind the rest of the country in tech. Still, considering it's the 1960s, I won't knock the locals. Development takes time.
The area reminded me of Smallville — all farmlands and rustic charm. As we walked past some wooden homes, a few of the townsfolk gave us curious looks, but none of them approached. Probably not too friendly with outsiders.
As we headed toward the woods, I finally asked the question nagging me since we left the car.
"How do you know where this person is?"
"I marked her," Charles replied.
I raised an eyebrow. "Marked?"
"A telepathic signature," he clarified.
Ah… so like how animals mark their territory, I thought dryly. I nodded in understanding.
Wait… Her?
There weren't many girls I remembered from the film. Raven, sure. And that insect girl — but she's based in New York, right?
Before I could piece it together, Charles suddenly stopped.
"She should be here… somewhere around—" he began, scanning the area.
We were standing in front of a rusted-out railyard building, half-swallowed by vines and time.
But then—
Movement.
Out of the corner of my eye.
Instinct kicked in.
I didn't hesitate.
Black and blue fur erupted across my skin as my frame leaned and shifted, fins slicing through fabric at my limbs. My belt adjusted to my size as I transformed.
"Fasttrack!" I shouted, and time immediately slowed.
Everything became syrupy — sound dropped into muffled tones — and I dashed forward, grabbing Charles and yanking him out of the way.
A second later, a blur slashed through the spot he'd been standing.
To everyone else, it probably looked like a gust of wind and a blur. To me? It took maybe seven seconds — four to transform, two to move, and one to breathe.
As time snapped back to normal, I turned toward the attacker.
And that's when I saw her.
She was perched in the shadows, scarf wrapped over the lower half of her face, piercing eyes locked onto mine. Her tank top clung to her toned frame, exposing defined abs and a bare midriff. Over it hung a tattered, oversized military jacket — old, faded, and clawed at the edges. She wore black cargo pants tucked into worn, mismatched combat boots.
Even with half of her face concealed, I sensed her deadly glare piercing through me. However, initially, I believe I noticed a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
Who the hell…?
Just as I opened my mouth to speak, she crouched, spreading her arms in a low, defensive stance. Familiar. Animalistic.
And then, bone-like claws slowly extended from between her fingers.
Like a damn sabretooth.
Or a certain angry Canadian uncle with a cigar problem.
What the hell?
Who the fuck is she?
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