The Lost and Found

Chapter 1

HARPER'S POV

It was cold. It was always cold. I huddled in a corner rubbing my hands together, trying to get a bit of warmth. It's been 20 years since they took me but it feels like I've been in this hell hole for my whole life. I've always been alone but never this isolated. I lost everything and everyone I've ever loved and yet I couldn't find the strength to escape. It was futile anyways. The person I loved the most left me like I'm nothing. I didn't see the use of trying to escape. Peter. Peter , my beautiful baby, would be a ashamed of me. It was better to leave him with his aunt. If he found who or what I am, it would crush me.

I heard commotion upstairs. It wasn't unusual but this seemed to be different. There was gunfire. Then everything went dark. I could here screaming and cries of pain. The door of my cellar suddenly opened. The floor was littered with dead bodies. I cautiously step out and study the dead bodies. Claw marks. That was very strange. I wondered around the prison, when suddenly you heard a voice "Well you got your war plane; now let's go to war". I didn't get time to see their faces because I was afraid they might see me.

Instead after I heard the rumble of the engine, I decided to survey the area. It was a big aeroplane hanger and from the right of the door, there was this closet filled with suits. I decided to wear one but first I needed a quick shower. I saw a bathroom icon on one corner of the hanger. I rushed to it quickly and hurriedly took a shower and put on the suit. When I left the hanger I saw an opening.

I stepped out and breathed in the fresh air. I felt a sharp pain pierce in my heart. There was something wrong with the world. Something big is about to happen and I can feel the earth shaking. And then sudden I saw all the horrible things that have occurred since I was in jail. Cuba. Washington. Erik. Destruction. I fell to my knees. I don't know what's happening. It's all to much. Where's Peter? Where's my son? Then I saw him in my mind. He was heading towards the end.

PETER'S POV

We were flying when I suddenly inhaled painfully as I felt a stabbing pain. I could feel a presence. It was like searching for me. Then I heard a woman's voice "Peter, my son". What was that. Kurt nudged me and asked me if I was alright. I just nodded my head and try to concentrate on the voice. But it was gone. And I felt a longing to hear that voice again.

BACK TO HARPER'S POV

I had to save my son. I could see the future vaguely. Peter was going to get hurt and that cannot happen to my baby. I've never been there for him but now I am willing to risk my life for him. There was something else in the back of my mind. Erik. I can feel his powers in the earth. It hurt me to know what he has done. And I felt his rage as the earth shook.

I saw all his pain. Past and present. The death of his mother and his family. Family. It hurts to know he never even checked on me or Peter. He never consider us as family. He left once he knew I was pregnant. He said it was a mistake and he only stayed with me to get details on Shaw. He hurt me so much. But I still love him. And I'm disgusted with myself because of it. But I know if he got in the way of protecting my son, I will not hesitate to harm him.