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Raven Darkholme
01-28-2008, 06:53 PM
Raven Darkholme sat on the sofa with her feet curled up underneath her. She was wearing just a T-shirt and bikini pants and had the window opens. She hated air-conditioning, and even on the hottest nights she preferred to rely on the fan mounted in the ceiling to keep her cool and the netting across the windows to keep the mosquitoes out. Nid and Sancy were sprawled on the floor, tongues lolling out of the sides of their mouths as they panted. She had chosen them because of their bute strength, their energy. But they had unexpectedly grown on her. Occasionally Nid would raise his head off his paws in a silent plea for her to switch on the air-conditioner but Raven pretended not to notice. Both were natives of Hong Kong, but she had spoiled them.

The television was on but she had the sound muted. She flicked through the cable channels with the remote control, only half-watching. She was hoping to find a decent movie, but all she could find were typical Miami soap operas, sports events and cartoons, par for the course; it wasn't a city where people regarded an evening in front of the television as decent entertainment.

Suddenly she saw something that grabbed her attention. She sat bolt upright. The dogs realised something was wrong and they sat up, ears erect. Raven fumbled with the remote. She missed the volume control with her thumb and accidentally switched channels. Cursing this unwanted expression of nervousness, she frantically tried to find the original channel: a football match; a music video by Britney; Robert Kelly, appearantly at a press conference, flanked by two other men which she didn't recognise immeadiately. She looked down at the remote, this time making sure she pressed the volume button. An American voice was saying that "today, the United States of America took a large step forward towards protecting itself from another mutant incident. With Congress leading the way on the Registration Act, a presidential signature should soon follow, and once again, people will feel safe on their streets again.? Raven's mouth fell open. "What?" she said, out loud.

Nid growled. The reporter went on to say that "previous incarnations of the Mutant Registration Act ? all authored by Senator Kelly ? have been unsuccessful in the past, unable to acquire a majority vote due to questions about their constitutionality. However, political strategists believe that most congressmen approached the bill from a different standpoint in this vote, believing that some citizens having to give up some privacy rights in order to protect the country was a small price to pay in order to save lives.? As the reporter finished his message, the screen changed to a talkshow-like room. A presentator, flanked by two men, welcomed his guests: Charles Xavier and... The camera went in close on Graydon Creed. Raven slid down off the sofa and crawled over to the television until she was only a few feet away from the screen. He looked quite terrible, his eyes were ringed with dark patches as if he hadn't slept and his hair was in disarray. The resemblance with his father was closer than she'd thought was possible. "Creed?" she whispered.

Sancy padded over to Mystique and licked her face. Raven pushed the dog away, her eyes fixed on the screen. The tirade of her son against mutants and in support of the mutant registration act was quite familiar to her, as far as she knew him. Creed had never had anything to do with his 'family'. The feeling was mutual. She sat back on her heels. The news broadcoast went on to a commercial after a heated discussion with between the two men. She tapped the remote control against her cheek as her mind raced. Both the mutant registration act and Graydon Creed meant trouble. She had no doubt that Xavier had made a terrible mistake in engaging in this discussion with Creed. Scum like this required other measures.
She got to her feet and went over to the phone. She tapped in a number and muted the television volume as she waited for the phone to be answered. It took three rings. " 'Daddy' ", she said, her voice devoid of any emotion, "I take it you've followed the news about our son?"