Mutants high

006

HOURS BEFORE ALAN  LUNCHED FOR ALAN 

UNKNOWN BASE

A dim, bluish glow filled the underground facility’s hallways. Hidden beneath the city, Mutant High pulsed with quiet energy home to those the world feared, and hunted.

Mr. Walter, the head of the facility, stood stiffly outside the infirmary, arms crossed, worry etched into every line on his face.

"She’s been like that since dawn," he muttered. "She won’t wake up."

His assistant offered a soft nod. "It’s Cherry. Her visions come like that sometimes. Give her time."

Before he could respond, a sudden gust of wind and a blur of motion swept through the hallway. MK ,Matthew King stood before them, breathing hard from a sprint.

"She’s awake," he said. "But... something’s wrong. You should see this."

They rushed into Cherry’s room. Her eyes were open but they glowed a pale, eerie white, her body trembling.

"Cherry!" Mr. Walter called, kneeling beside her.

She didn’t look at him. Instead, her voice came out low, repetitive, distant.

"We have to find him... before they do..."

MK exchanged looks with the others in the room.

Mr. Walter’s voice dropped to a whisper. "Who is “he”?"

But Cherry didn’t answer. Her vision had begun and the clock had started ticking.

“Follow me,” Mr. Walter said sharply, his voice clipped and urgent.

The secretary didn’t question it. He simply matched the older man’s stride as they exited Cherry’s room and moved swiftly through the stone corridor leading to the restricted meeting hall.

“What are we going to do now?” the secretary asked, almost breathless as he tried to keep pace.

“What else?” Mr. Walter snapped. “We’re going to try and find whoever Cherry saw. Summon all directors. We’re holding an emergency meeting now.”

His voice echoed against the cold, metallic walls, carrying both authority and tension. His steps were fast, purposeful but the secretary could see it.

The way Mr. Walter’s shoulders stiffened. The way he blinked too often, like holding back something. The way his hands trembled ever so slightly when clenched behind his back.

Outwardly, he looked composed. Inwardly?He was breaking.

Cherry was his daughter. His only family. And seeing her in that trance seeing her eyes roll white, speaking in riddles like a prophet had cracked something deep inside him. He wasn’t just a leader right now. He was a terrified father clinging to logic in a situation that made no sense.

The secretary slowed his pace for just a second, letting the moment settle in.

“Whatever’s coming… it’s bigger than all of us.“

*15 Minutes Later – MUTANT HIGH SECRET MEETING ROOM*

The dimly lit conference hall slowly filled with figures emerging from the shadows some in crisp suits, others in plain clothes. Tired eyes blinked behind glasses, fingers gripped onto warm coffee mugs, while quiet murmurs filled the air like static.

Each of these people held power. Directors, leaders, strategists. Guardians of the underground world of mutants.

But tonight, they looked uneasy.

“Thank you all for honoring my summon. Let’s get right to it.”

The voice echoed from a corner cloaked in shadows. All heads turned as Mr. Walter stepped forward, his figure gradually illuminated by the flickering lights. He adjusted his glasses, his expression grave. The weight of leadership sat heavy on his shoulders.

From the far left end of the long metal table, a man with a thick gut, balding head, and steaming cup of coffee took a casual sip and spoke without concern.

“So... I heard your daughter had another one of her visions.”

Mr. Walter’s jaw tightened. His face darkened. He hated how they always said it like it was some hallucination, a glitch. But Cherry’s visions weren’t illusions. They were warnings. Accurate, haunting, prophetic warnings.

As the words sank into the room, murmurs began to ripple through the group like a growing storm:

“Cherry had a vision?”

“Have we been discovered?”

“Is there another invasion?”

“Are we going to have to relocate again?”

BANG!

Mr. Walter slammed his palms down on the table. The sound reverberated through the metal, silencing the room instantly. Even his secretary beside him jumped.

“There’s no invasion. We haven’t been discovered,” he said firmly, eyes sweeping the table. “But… according to Cherry’s vision, a new mutant is about to awaken. And not just any mutant. Someone powerful so powerful that their existence could force the X-Mutants to move.”

The room froze.

The idea was terrifying.

The X-Mutants were ruthless, elite, and merciless. If this new being could shift their interest, it meant their power level was off the charts possibly dangerous, definitely rare.

And then another voice chimed in, filled with suspicion.

“If what you say is true… why hasn’t the Mutant Dictator detected their power wave?”

A new wave of whispers broke out.

“That’s a good point.”

“It doesn’t add up.”

“Cherry could be wrong this time.”

“But she’s never been wrong before…”

The room teetered on the edge of chaos again voices rising, logic clashing with fear.

But before Mr. Walter could respond, a calm, authoritative voice rose above the noise.

“This isn’t the time for doubt or arguments,” the voice said. A tall woman with silver-streaked hair stood from her seat. 

“If Cherry had a vision, we trust it. We prepare. Assemble our strongest students and send them. We find this mutant before anyone else does.”

The murmurs settled. Heads nodded. Even those with lingering doubts knew better than to ignore a warning from Cherry.

Mr. Walter inhaled deeply, regaining control of the floor.

“I’ve already begun compiling a list of candidates for the mission. Talented students, each one prepared for what lies ahead.”

He looked around the room into the eyes of those he trusted… and those he didn’t.

“The names are…”

“One final warning. Failure on this mission… may mean your  death. The surface isn’t safe. Mutants are hunted, watched, and betrayed. No non-mutant is your friend.”

 

That was the last words the hard before the were all dismissed