Post by Admin on Jun 2, 2006 20:36:24 GMT -5
Name: Oralee Beacon
Codename(s): Echo
Affiliation: Restored
Age: 19
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 130
Hair Color: Dark Blonde, cut to shoulders.
Eye Color: Hazel
Appearance: Lee, as most people call her, is a tall, blonde, would-be bombshell if she had the money to keep appearances up. As it is she’s usually found in flip-flops, tank tops, and very short shorts (to show off those long tan legs). Appearances used to be everything to Lee, so it’s been a bit of a change for her to suddenly be forced out of Hollister and into Marshals. Not that there’s anything wrong with Marshals, she’d say, they have all the same clothes as any of those other stores, but she hates being seen in one anyways, and always tries to make it as short a trip as possible.
The sun is free, however, and is in plenty down south, so she always makes sure she lays out for long hours to keep that glowing tan. And makeup’s cheap too, especially at Wal-Mart, so you can never find her far from her mascara and lip-gloss.
Hazel eyes take in and judge within moments of meeting someone, and Lee’s mouth only knows extremes: she’s either got a wide smile or her lips pressed into a tight frown. She keeps her eyebrows plucked into neat lines, and uses them as often as possible to help her expressions (its left over from high school plays and talent shows – always be expressive! Jazz hands!). Lifting an eyebrow while frowning is probably her most notable expression these days.
Everything’s where it should be other than that – nose, check; boobs, check; long tan legs, check!
Personality: A bit of a drama queen, Lee is most famous for her “mutant moments” from Xavier’s. With a particularly loose mouth and a power based on spoken word, she often got into trouble at the school and threw a fit. In fact, the fits usually came before the trouble, which had a rather sobering effect. Especially that time with the bomb… yes, she also has a little bit of a temper.
Lee’s fun to be around though, if you’re her friend. She likes cracking jokes (usually at the expense of others) and takes a natural leadership role (often because she doesn’t like being told what to do). In high school, Lee was one of the popular, spoilt, brats who all the slightly less bitchy girls followed around and worshiped, so she naturally expects it elsewhere too. She’s always got ideas for something fun to do, and hates being bored.
Recently Lee has had a spurt of maturity despite all this, arriving at Xavier’s mansion just in time for Striker’s attack and helping to get the students to safety. She’s a think-outside-the-box person when it comes to problems, and so long as it doesn’t require speaking right away she weights most situations and considers them calmly and rationally before making decisions. Most of the time. She says what she thinks, and she says it straight, never BS-ing around the real issue.
Powers and Abilities: Echo makes wishes. Or rather, the wishes that Echo makes come true.
A form of telekinesis and mind-control, Lee can’t read thoughts, but can focus her own thoughts to make things happen and make people do things they wouldn’t otherwise do. Not having the ability to control things and people at will, she focuses the energy through the original way she learned how – by wishing for something to happen until it does. At this point, Lee can only focus energy through her words, which she unfortunately doesn’t always have a good grasp on. The words “I wish” get her mind into the unconscious state of gearing up to focus the energy, and the action after it puts the energy into motion. She still has a very low grasp on her abilities, however, so unless the wording is just right the focus isn’t there and the energy will take the literal form of whatever it was she wished for. (She once wished for “hair like golden honey” wanting it to be a golden color, and instead ended up with a sticky mess.) Once she has self-control over her own thoughts and words, she’ll have better control over her wish-making abilities as well. (Aren’t you glad she has to speak before it happens? Can you imagine thinking “I want this to happen” and it does… all the time? No hormonal teenage girl should have that ability, life would be hell for everyone around her ;P)
If she hadn’t been “cured” Echo would have eventually learned how to control the energy well enough to need no preliminary “I wish”, but she’s was still young and new to mutant-dom when they injected her.
Weaknesses: Echo’s wishes hardly ever came out as planned. Semantics played a part in each wish, and she had to be very careful that there could be no double meanings when she said it out loud. Her temper also makes her quick to speak, and often she wished before thinking it through, thus the bomb incident.
Echo also can’t wish back something. She can’t raise people from the dead, take a wish back, or turn back time. Kind of like the Genii in Aladdin.
History: Oralee grew up in an upper-class family in sunny Charleston, SC. Her house was a replica Rainbow Row on the marsh, her car was a jeep that was topless most days of the year, and her friends all had the newest Vera Bradley bags. Oralee had a whole set of Vera luggage. She was popular, she was smart, and she was the perfect daughter when you didn’t include the slight outbursts at her mother. Her little sister looked up to her, her father adored her, and her mother was proud of her hard work. And it wasn’t that hard to keep up the fairy-tale Southern Belle charmed life as she slowly discovered that most of her wishes came true.
At first it seemed like coincidence – or God – when her tests were all A’s, even after a night of no studying. Getting the leads in the school plays (all of them for three years straight) was purely from talent, and the perfect prom date always asked right away. Charmed.
When Oralee’s mother found out about her daughter’s “power” (or luck, as it may have been at that point) she forbade her from making wishes for fear that her daughter would be branded a mutant. That would ruin all hope of college and a good career (and even a good husband!) afterwards. Her daughter couldn’t risk that, and Mrs. Beacon was a strict mother.
Still, Lee’s friends pushed her to make wishes, to play jokes on people or help them with some problem. She often let them use her in order to keep her place in the popular group – otherwise they too would have called her a freak and her IN status would have sunk quicker than if she had worn the same Abercrombie outfit two days in a row. When one of the boys she had a crush on proposed stealing a teacher’s car for a quick ride around town, Lee promptly one-upped him, wishing for the car to fly them around town instead. Unfortunately, instead of flying as she had wished, the car skipped a couple times, flew over the roof of the school, and landed with a very large crash outside said teacher’s classroom window. Lee was horrified, and expelled.
Her equally horrified mother confronted her that night about her carelessness with her wishes, yelling at her that she would never get into a school now, that they were probably contacting the authorities right now to get her taken away to a facility where they could keep “her” safe. Scared, Lee screamed back, telling her mother that it wasn’t her fault, that everything would be fine.
“Sometimes I wish you’d act like the girl you used to be, and not the mutant you turned into,” her mother snapped at her.
“Yeah? Well sometimes I wish you were dead!” she screamed back.
Oralee’s mother died of a heart attack on the night that her daughter was expelled from school and kidnapped. Authorities found her lying on the floor where she fell in her kitchen, no trace of her daughter to be found. They’ve been searching for the mutant who kidnapped the girl ever since.
Lee, horrified at what she’d done and terrified of the authorities, ran from home, hitching rides with creepy truck drivers up the coast to VA Beach, where she bummed around for a month or so, stealing food, wishing for food, and making friends to get food. But the ocean reminded her too much of home, and the news of her kidnap had reached broadcasts in Virginia by then, so she continued north into the heart of Yankee territory, where she might finally escape the news reports and find a place either too busy or too out of the way to care who and what she was.
In a bar in upper New York, which she wished her way into, Oralee overheard a man talking about a nearby school – Xavier’s School for Talented Youngsters. Although obviously very far gone in his drink, he said something that hit a nerve with her. “Talented indeed,” he spat into his nearly drained cup, “talented freaks the lot of them! Mutants, I tell ya! It’s a safe-house for mutants, and I for one wont stand for it!” The man ended up promptly passing out at the bar, and Lee finally made a plan for her wandering course, showing up on the steps of the Xavier Mansion a few days later.
“What’s your name, kid?” the man who had answered the door asked her. Afraid the news reports may have reached even this backwoods joint, Lee immediately used the acoustics in the large foyer to her advantage. “Echo. My name is Echo.” The man smirked, but didn’t question her further.
Echo’s initial reaction to “mutant school” and controlling her power was to never make a wish in the first place, and thus never have to worry about the magic-hangovers. But in a fight with her roommate one night – a terribly irksome girl named Tabitha, who could make bombs in the palm of her hand – Echo wished for her to drop it. She had meant the subject, of course, but Tabitha dropped the bomb. It took months to restore that part of the mansion to its former glory.
Days progressed; Echo became more frustrated by the day with her power and its lack of cooperation in her life. When news of the cure hit, and after a long night talking over the pros and cons of it with Rogue, the two girls decided to go through with it and stood in the long line to be vaccinated against mutant powers and all the evil (and good) that came along with them. Although Rogue returned to the mansion, Lee started the long journey back home to reveal the truth to her father and sister, and tell them that she had been cured. But when she rang the bell, someone else answered – her family had moved. With a letter from Rogue in her pocket, telling her about her own abandoned house, Echo made the sober trip to join her friend at the Rogue’s Place to begin life anew for the third time.
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“I can’t believe this. How could you do this?!” The short, stocky woman paced the floor of the kitchen with a hand running through her graying hair and her daughter (who got all her height and build from her father) sitting in the chair, watching her nervously.
“It was an accident…”
“It sure as hell better be! I don’t like to think my daughter drives cars into walls on purpose!”
Lee swallowed; she thought now would not be a convenient time to correct her mother that she had actually flown the vehicle into the wall. “Well… I mean… of course it wasn’t on purpose! I’m not stupid.”
“I’m highly doubting that right now!”
Flinching back, Lee swallowed to reply, but her mother beat her to it. “Do you know what they could do to you Oralee? They could be calling the authorities right now! They will say you are a danger to society – they’ll call you a mutant! A freak! They can take you to a facility for treatment!” Her mother rested her hands on the counter of the sink, gripping it hard so she wouldn’t fall. “They’ll take you away…”
“Don’t be silly, mom, they won’t take me anywhere,” Lee replied lightly, almost condescendingly. “It’ll be fine. I’m only a year from graduation, and that school wasn’t the best anyways. I’d much rather go to West Ashley or Mt. Pleasant – they are so much nicer.”
Her mother looked up, a look of disbelief on her face as she starred at the teen. “You think West Ashley’s going to accept you with the mark of a mutant on your permanent record? Do you think ANYONE is going to accept you with that? This is it, Oralee Beacon! This is the end of it for you! No school will accept you now – no college will accept you even if you can manage to get your GED. You just ruined your life to impress a boy!”
“Oh,” Lee hadn’t thought of that. “But surely someone…”
“No!” her mother cut her off briskly, “no one! No one will want you now! Why didn’t you listen to me in the first place and just forget the wishes and the powers and impressing your silly boyfriends.” She began pacing again, up and down the floor, moaning and talking to herself softly.
“Well, it was just one wish…”
“Sometimes I wish you’d act like the girl you used to be, and not the mutant you turned into!” her mother snapped at her.
“Yeah? Well sometimes I wish you were dead!” Lee screamed back, fed up with her mother’s its-all-going-to-hell-and-its-your-fault attitude.
There was one comprehensive moment where their eyes locked and Lee gasped, realizing what she’d said. Then her mother’s eyes rolled back into her head and she fell limp to the floor.
“Mom! No! I didn’t mean it! I take it back!” Lee screamed as she jumped up from the chair and ran to her mother, checking for a pulse at her wrist. “No, mom! I didn’t mean it! I wish you were alive! I wish you were alive!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Wake up! I wish you would wake up! I wish you would be alive! I wish I could turn back time! I wish I could take it back!” Oralee tried every wish she could think of to reverse the situation, the words eventually mingling with her sobs and tears into incoherency. When all the warmth had left her mother’s already cold hand she sat rocking, fist to her mouth as she thought. She had to make it look like an accident – like a… like a kidnapping! She had to make it look like it was someone else’s fault! They couldn’t know it had been her. They couldn’t know it. She’d get into another school, and go to college, and marry a good man and be everything her mother had wanted her to but they couldn’t take her away.
Her eyes locking on the door that led to the backyard porch, Lee opened it and stepped outside. Wrapping her sweatshirt heavily around her fist, she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and punched the window as hard as she could. The glass shattered inward, leaving her arm slightly stunned from the blow but otherwise unharmed. With equal collection, she grabbed a large hunk of glass from the floor with her still-gloved hand and ripped it quickly across her left arm, gasping at the sudden pain. She shook her arm, letting blood splatter on the floor in random patterns before wiping off the glass and setting it back where she had found it. Stepping back she scrutinized – it certainly looked like there had been a struggle. Now she just needed to bleed out the front door and stop it at the curb.
Wrapping the yellow sweater around her arm to stop the bleeding, Lee looked back one last time at the house that resembled Rainbow Row and then walked up the street. The scene she left behind was that of an intruder, breaking into the kitchen, struggling with a high school girl, and eventually throwing her in a vehicle at the end of the drive. There would be no clues other than those she had willingly left – now she just had to get as far away as she could as fast as possible.
Oralee Beacon had been officially kidnapped by a mutant.
Codename(s): Echo
Affiliation: Restored
Age: 19
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 130
Hair Color: Dark Blonde, cut to shoulders.
Eye Color: Hazel
Appearance: Lee, as most people call her, is a tall, blonde, would-be bombshell if she had the money to keep appearances up. As it is she’s usually found in flip-flops, tank tops, and very short shorts (to show off those long tan legs). Appearances used to be everything to Lee, so it’s been a bit of a change for her to suddenly be forced out of Hollister and into Marshals. Not that there’s anything wrong with Marshals, she’d say, they have all the same clothes as any of those other stores, but she hates being seen in one anyways, and always tries to make it as short a trip as possible.
The sun is free, however, and is in plenty down south, so she always makes sure she lays out for long hours to keep that glowing tan. And makeup’s cheap too, especially at Wal-Mart, so you can never find her far from her mascara and lip-gloss.
Hazel eyes take in and judge within moments of meeting someone, and Lee’s mouth only knows extremes: she’s either got a wide smile or her lips pressed into a tight frown. She keeps her eyebrows plucked into neat lines, and uses them as often as possible to help her expressions (its left over from high school plays and talent shows – always be expressive! Jazz hands!). Lifting an eyebrow while frowning is probably her most notable expression these days.
Everything’s where it should be other than that – nose, check; boobs, check; long tan legs, check!
Personality: A bit of a drama queen, Lee is most famous for her “mutant moments” from Xavier’s. With a particularly loose mouth and a power based on spoken word, she often got into trouble at the school and threw a fit. In fact, the fits usually came before the trouble, which had a rather sobering effect. Especially that time with the bomb… yes, she also has a little bit of a temper.
Lee’s fun to be around though, if you’re her friend. She likes cracking jokes (usually at the expense of others) and takes a natural leadership role (often because she doesn’t like being told what to do). In high school, Lee was one of the popular, spoilt, brats who all the slightly less bitchy girls followed around and worshiped, so she naturally expects it elsewhere too. She’s always got ideas for something fun to do, and hates being bored.
Recently Lee has had a spurt of maturity despite all this, arriving at Xavier’s mansion just in time for Striker’s attack and helping to get the students to safety. She’s a think-outside-the-box person when it comes to problems, and so long as it doesn’t require speaking right away she weights most situations and considers them calmly and rationally before making decisions. Most of the time. She says what she thinks, and she says it straight, never BS-ing around the real issue.
Powers and Abilities: Echo makes wishes. Or rather, the wishes that Echo makes come true.
A form of telekinesis and mind-control, Lee can’t read thoughts, but can focus her own thoughts to make things happen and make people do things they wouldn’t otherwise do. Not having the ability to control things and people at will, she focuses the energy through the original way she learned how – by wishing for something to happen until it does. At this point, Lee can only focus energy through her words, which she unfortunately doesn’t always have a good grasp on. The words “I wish” get her mind into the unconscious state of gearing up to focus the energy, and the action after it puts the energy into motion. She still has a very low grasp on her abilities, however, so unless the wording is just right the focus isn’t there and the energy will take the literal form of whatever it was she wished for. (She once wished for “hair like golden honey” wanting it to be a golden color, and instead ended up with a sticky mess.) Once she has self-control over her own thoughts and words, she’ll have better control over her wish-making abilities as well. (Aren’t you glad she has to speak before it happens? Can you imagine thinking “I want this to happen” and it does… all the time? No hormonal teenage girl should have that ability, life would be hell for everyone around her ;P)
If she hadn’t been “cured” Echo would have eventually learned how to control the energy well enough to need no preliminary “I wish”, but she’s was still young and new to mutant-dom when they injected her.
Weaknesses: Echo’s wishes hardly ever came out as planned. Semantics played a part in each wish, and she had to be very careful that there could be no double meanings when she said it out loud. Her temper also makes her quick to speak, and often she wished before thinking it through, thus the bomb incident.
Echo also can’t wish back something. She can’t raise people from the dead, take a wish back, or turn back time. Kind of like the Genii in Aladdin.
History: Oralee grew up in an upper-class family in sunny Charleston, SC. Her house was a replica Rainbow Row on the marsh, her car was a jeep that was topless most days of the year, and her friends all had the newest Vera Bradley bags. Oralee had a whole set of Vera luggage. She was popular, she was smart, and she was the perfect daughter when you didn’t include the slight outbursts at her mother. Her little sister looked up to her, her father adored her, and her mother was proud of her hard work. And it wasn’t that hard to keep up the fairy-tale Southern Belle charmed life as she slowly discovered that most of her wishes came true.
At first it seemed like coincidence – or God – when her tests were all A’s, even after a night of no studying. Getting the leads in the school plays (all of them for three years straight) was purely from talent, and the perfect prom date always asked right away. Charmed.
When Oralee’s mother found out about her daughter’s “power” (or luck, as it may have been at that point) she forbade her from making wishes for fear that her daughter would be branded a mutant. That would ruin all hope of college and a good career (and even a good husband!) afterwards. Her daughter couldn’t risk that, and Mrs. Beacon was a strict mother.
Still, Lee’s friends pushed her to make wishes, to play jokes on people or help them with some problem. She often let them use her in order to keep her place in the popular group – otherwise they too would have called her a freak and her IN status would have sunk quicker than if she had worn the same Abercrombie outfit two days in a row. When one of the boys she had a crush on proposed stealing a teacher’s car for a quick ride around town, Lee promptly one-upped him, wishing for the car to fly them around town instead. Unfortunately, instead of flying as she had wished, the car skipped a couple times, flew over the roof of the school, and landed with a very large crash outside said teacher’s classroom window. Lee was horrified, and expelled.
Her equally horrified mother confronted her that night about her carelessness with her wishes, yelling at her that she would never get into a school now, that they were probably contacting the authorities right now to get her taken away to a facility where they could keep “her” safe. Scared, Lee screamed back, telling her mother that it wasn’t her fault, that everything would be fine.
“Sometimes I wish you’d act like the girl you used to be, and not the mutant you turned into,” her mother snapped at her.
“Yeah? Well sometimes I wish you were dead!” she screamed back.
Oralee’s mother died of a heart attack on the night that her daughter was expelled from school and kidnapped. Authorities found her lying on the floor where she fell in her kitchen, no trace of her daughter to be found. They’ve been searching for the mutant who kidnapped the girl ever since.
Lee, horrified at what she’d done and terrified of the authorities, ran from home, hitching rides with creepy truck drivers up the coast to VA Beach, where she bummed around for a month or so, stealing food, wishing for food, and making friends to get food. But the ocean reminded her too much of home, and the news of her kidnap had reached broadcasts in Virginia by then, so she continued north into the heart of Yankee territory, where she might finally escape the news reports and find a place either too busy or too out of the way to care who and what she was.
In a bar in upper New York, which she wished her way into, Oralee overheard a man talking about a nearby school – Xavier’s School for Talented Youngsters. Although obviously very far gone in his drink, he said something that hit a nerve with her. “Talented indeed,” he spat into his nearly drained cup, “talented freaks the lot of them! Mutants, I tell ya! It’s a safe-house for mutants, and I for one wont stand for it!” The man ended up promptly passing out at the bar, and Lee finally made a plan for her wandering course, showing up on the steps of the Xavier Mansion a few days later.
“What’s your name, kid?” the man who had answered the door asked her. Afraid the news reports may have reached even this backwoods joint, Lee immediately used the acoustics in the large foyer to her advantage. “Echo. My name is Echo.” The man smirked, but didn’t question her further.
Echo’s initial reaction to “mutant school” and controlling her power was to never make a wish in the first place, and thus never have to worry about the magic-hangovers. But in a fight with her roommate one night – a terribly irksome girl named Tabitha, who could make bombs in the palm of her hand – Echo wished for her to drop it. She had meant the subject, of course, but Tabitha dropped the bomb. It took months to restore that part of the mansion to its former glory.
Days progressed; Echo became more frustrated by the day with her power and its lack of cooperation in her life. When news of the cure hit, and after a long night talking over the pros and cons of it with Rogue, the two girls decided to go through with it and stood in the long line to be vaccinated against mutant powers and all the evil (and good) that came along with them. Although Rogue returned to the mansion, Lee started the long journey back home to reveal the truth to her father and sister, and tell them that she had been cured. But when she rang the bell, someone else answered – her family had moved. With a letter from Rogue in her pocket, telling her about her own abandoned house, Echo made the sober trip to join her friend at the Rogue’s Place to begin life anew for the third time.
Sample post:
“I can’t believe this. How could you do this?!” The short, stocky woman paced the floor of the kitchen with a hand running through her graying hair and her daughter (who got all her height and build from her father) sitting in the chair, watching her nervously.
“It was an accident…”
“It sure as hell better be! I don’t like to think my daughter drives cars into walls on purpose!”
Lee swallowed; she thought now would not be a convenient time to correct her mother that she had actually flown the vehicle into the wall. “Well… I mean… of course it wasn’t on purpose! I’m not stupid.”
“I’m highly doubting that right now!”
Flinching back, Lee swallowed to reply, but her mother beat her to it. “Do you know what they could do to you Oralee? They could be calling the authorities right now! They will say you are a danger to society – they’ll call you a mutant! A freak! They can take you to a facility for treatment!” Her mother rested her hands on the counter of the sink, gripping it hard so she wouldn’t fall. “They’ll take you away…”
“Don’t be silly, mom, they won’t take me anywhere,” Lee replied lightly, almost condescendingly. “It’ll be fine. I’m only a year from graduation, and that school wasn’t the best anyways. I’d much rather go to West Ashley or Mt. Pleasant – they are so much nicer.”
Her mother looked up, a look of disbelief on her face as she starred at the teen. “You think West Ashley’s going to accept you with the mark of a mutant on your permanent record? Do you think ANYONE is going to accept you with that? This is it, Oralee Beacon! This is the end of it for you! No school will accept you now – no college will accept you even if you can manage to get your GED. You just ruined your life to impress a boy!”
“Oh,” Lee hadn’t thought of that. “But surely someone…”
“No!” her mother cut her off briskly, “no one! No one will want you now! Why didn’t you listen to me in the first place and just forget the wishes and the powers and impressing your silly boyfriends.” She began pacing again, up and down the floor, moaning and talking to herself softly.
“Well, it was just one wish…”
“Sometimes I wish you’d act like the girl you used to be, and not the mutant you turned into!” her mother snapped at her.
“Yeah? Well sometimes I wish you were dead!” Lee screamed back, fed up with her mother’s its-all-going-to-hell-and-its-your-fault attitude.
There was one comprehensive moment where their eyes locked and Lee gasped, realizing what she’d said. Then her mother’s eyes rolled back into her head and she fell limp to the floor.
“Mom! No! I didn’t mean it! I take it back!” Lee screamed as she jumped up from the chair and ran to her mother, checking for a pulse at her wrist. “No, mom! I didn’t mean it! I wish you were alive! I wish you were alive!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Wake up! I wish you would wake up! I wish you would be alive! I wish I could turn back time! I wish I could take it back!” Oralee tried every wish she could think of to reverse the situation, the words eventually mingling with her sobs and tears into incoherency. When all the warmth had left her mother’s already cold hand she sat rocking, fist to her mouth as she thought. She had to make it look like an accident – like a… like a kidnapping! She had to make it look like it was someone else’s fault! They couldn’t know it had been her. They couldn’t know it. She’d get into another school, and go to college, and marry a good man and be everything her mother had wanted her to but they couldn’t take her away.
Her eyes locking on the door that led to the backyard porch, Lee opened it and stepped outside. Wrapping her sweatshirt heavily around her fist, she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and punched the window as hard as she could. The glass shattered inward, leaving her arm slightly stunned from the blow but otherwise unharmed. With equal collection, she grabbed a large hunk of glass from the floor with her still-gloved hand and ripped it quickly across her left arm, gasping at the sudden pain. She shook her arm, letting blood splatter on the floor in random patterns before wiping off the glass and setting it back where she had found it. Stepping back she scrutinized – it certainly looked like there had been a struggle. Now she just needed to bleed out the front door and stop it at the curb.
Wrapping the yellow sweater around her arm to stop the bleeding, Lee looked back one last time at the house that resembled Rainbow Row and then walked up the street. The scene she left behind was that of an intruder, breaking into the kitchen, struggling with a high school girl, and eventually throwing her in a vehicle at the end of the drive. There would be no clues other than those she had willingly left – now she just had to get as far away as she could as fast as possible.
Oralee Beacon had been officially kidnapped by a mutant.
