The Boy With The Red Sunglasses

Evelyn James is just an average teenage girl - clever, relatively popular, friendly. But after the unbelievable events of her prom night, she manages to fall into more and more trouble, and there is only one person who understands - the boy with the red sunglasses. *Basically, an X-Men fanfic set in present day, explaining Scott's first experiences with his mutation and the X-Men. I've been told it makes total sense even if you don't know anything about X-Men! So, please check it out. :)*


26. The Old Church

Who are you? What have you done with Scott?

My hands shake violently as I press 'send'. This can't be real. This isn't happening. It must be a joke. A sick, twisted joke. Please, someone tell me this is a joke?

Nothing. Yet. But if you don't comply with our demands, his pretty red sunglasses won't be intact much longer.

Oh my god. Someone actually has Scott! They have the boy I love! They're going to hurt him!

Don't touch him! What do you want?

I send the strong text, glad the receiver cannot see my sobbing face. If I act confident, maybe they'll let him go. Oh god. I feel sick. How could someone do this?

As we said. 1am. The old church. Alone.

I swallow hard. I have to do this. I have to save Scott! But none of this makes sense. How could someone capture Scott? Even without his mutation, he's an excellent fighter, and with it, he's practically unstoppable.
I slowly get dressed, keeping my mind off the task ahead of me. If I think about this too much, I'll almost certainly change my mind.
I stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes are swollen and red from crying, which just emphasizes the dark bags that remain there from exhaustion. My lower lip quivers slightly. I look weak and feeble. I don't appear at all like a hero, quite the opposite. I look like the one who needs the hero. The one who needs my Cyclops. I take a deep breath. I have to save him. I can't even consider leaving him. He would never do that to me!
I slip into some comfortable shoes and head out the front door. Another deep breath. This could be the last time I see my home, for all I know.
I begin walking down the familiar road, my whole body shaking, but pretty soon it develops into a jog. Then a run. Then a sprint. I can't get to Scott fast enough. He needs help, and I'm the only one that can provide it!
I arrive at the old church at about 00:45. Scott would be proud of my punctuality, I inappropriately think to myself.
The old church is a pretty self-explanatory building. It's a huge old church! It's been abandoned for years, and no one ever dares to enter it as it looks more than extremely fragile. Everyone is totally surprised it has not collapsed already. There are actually bets at school as to how long it'll last. I wonder momentarily why this place was chosen by Scott's kidnappers. But, of course, no one comes here.
I see a door swing open at the side of the building. The door is metal, and light streams through the door way. Someone has been working on the church! I walk slowly around to the open door, wary of every noise and movement.
Suddenly, two pairs of hands grab my arms and pull me into the building. I hear the door slam behind me and struggle to get free. It's no use.
"Evelyn, is it?" A male voice asks, too cheerfully. I look up to see a middle aged man with dark hair and glasses smiling down at me.
"Where's Scott? How do you know my name?" I spit, all fear gone and replaced with adrenaline and pure anger.
"It wasn't too difficult to figure out when you're dear boyfriend was constantly begging us. 'Oh, don't hurt Evelyn. Leave Evelyn out of this! Evelyn. Evelyn. Evelyn.'" He says in a high pitched voice, mocking Scott's speech.
"What have you done to him?" I shout and tug hard against the men who restrain me. Nothing.
"Why don't you see for yourself?" He smiles a disgusting smile that makes me feel nauseous, before nodding to the men that hold me. "Boys?"
I am dragged through the ruins of the old church, kicking and shouting against my capturers. We pass a wall and I gag at the sight before me.
Tied to four wooden chairs are the teens I'd spent the morning getting to know. The mutants that were slowly becoming my friends. Restrained and obviously hurt within the decrepit ruins before me are my fellow X-Men.

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