CH 26: Mutants?

"Are you guys ready?" Ragnar asked shouting after moving things they could still use from the house as he began to climb down the stairs.

"We're ready," Sicilia said as she got in the shack followed by Elliot who got a red slap print mark on his cheek.

"Did you bring my clothes, too? How sweet of you, honey," Sicilia whispered, her eyes widening at the sight of the neatly packed clothes on the floor. A sly smile spread across her lips as she leaned in and kissed Ragnar's cheek.

"Let's go. I'll sort it out later, but for now, we should get moving," Sicilia said, her voice filled with a newfound determination. She climbed the stairs, stepping out of the suitcase gracefully.

"I think so too!" Ragnar shouted, his voice echoing, as he hurried after his mother, ignoring his father's bitter glare.

"God damn brat," Elliot grumbled, shaking his head. He climbed the stairs, his knuckles rapping sharply against the ceiling, before stepping out of the suitcase.

"Let's go. I've informed Ajak that we'll be visiting," Elliot said, picking up the suitcase from the floor.

"Ajak?" Ragnar's eyes widened in confusion, his brow furrowed as he climbed down the stairs, his steps began to slow down.

"That's what you get if you didn't leave the house for three years, I wouldn't even think you'll have a single friend if it wasn't for Jean connected to you," Elliot said sarcastically as he followed Ragnar out the door.

"Hey!" Ragnar stopped on the porch as he looked at his father a bit offended, "I got friends, Luna, Sona, Huo Yuhao even Astrid if you don't count that she wants to beat me,"

"The Chat Group Members really?" Elliot asked as he raised a brow teasingly, "Do you think, they have a choice?"

Elliot smiled slyly as he saw his son being speechless, enjoying the silence that followed. "That's what you get..." His words were cut short as Sicilia's glare landed on him, a warning in her eyes.

"I'll put this on the RV first," Elliot coughed as he passed his wife walking in fast pace towards the RV park in front.

"They're the mother and daughter whose house was closest to us. She even visited when you were born," Sicilia explained to Ragnar, her eyes fixed on Elliot's retreating back.

"I think she's a mutant as well, probably the same for her daughter," Sicilia whispered as she remembered how Ajak healed her own wound one time they visited her house.

"They probably know we're mutants as well, but she just doesn't mention it, so we just pretend we don't know she's a mutant as well," Sicilia said as she turned around to face Ragnar.

"We'll just visit them shortly, tell them we're leaving so she knows that no one is living here if she needs help," Sicilia said, knowing that mutants could live more peacefully if they had support from others like them.

"Now go help your father, otherwise the RV might kick him out without you," Sicilia said as she fixed Ragnar's hair before turning around crossing her arms as she looked at the house reminiscing for a moment.

Ragnar nodded knowing it wasn't the right time to disturb his mother who was being emotional as he walked towards the RV the door automatically opened.

"I think this RV hates me!" Elliot shouted, his voice filled with exasperation as he was knocked down by a drawer that suddenly flew open.

"It's because you're a muggle," Ragnar chuckled, taking the driver's seat and the RV's engine suddenly started.

"A what?" Elliot asked, frowning as he placed the suitcase on the table.

Ragnar just shook his head, tapping the steering wheel, lost in thought. He tried to recall where he'd heard that word. 'Ajak? Is that a character?' Ragnar wondered, a sense of disorientation washing over him. He felt like he'd forgotten something crucial.

Before Ragnar could delve further into his thoughts, Sicilia entered the RV, the door automatically closing behind her.

"Have you said goodbye to your friend?" Sicilia asked, noticing the furrowed brow on Ragnar's face.

"Ah, yeah, I even told her I'd see her in person after we're done," Ragnar answered, pulling himself out of his thoughts as he smiled at his mother.

"That's good, but you know you can't break that promise, right?" Sicilia said, patting him on the shoulder. "That girl is probably already looking forward to that day."

"I know," Ragnar replied, looking at the rearview mirror as he gripped the steering wheel. "Shall we go?"

"Wait! Wait! You might be the owner of this RV, but you're too young to drive," Elliot said calmly, pulling Ragnar out of the driver's seat. 'I won't let you take away the experience of driving a magical flying vehicle from me!' he thought, grabbing the steering wheel with a gleam in his eye.

"Mom!" Ragnar yelled, knowing exactly what was going through his father's head.

"Well, your father is right about one thing," Sicilia said with a smile, pulling Ragnar back to the passenger seat. She looked at her husband with a helpless expression.

"Are you guys ready?!" Elliot exclaimed, about to step on the gas pedal.

"Press the button for invisibility! Otherwise, people are going to see a flying RV in the sky!" Ragnar shouted from the back, his voice laced with amusement.

"I know that!" Elliot snapped back, pressing the button on the front as a soft light illuminated the dashboard.

"I've always wanted to fly. Show me what you can do!" Elliot whispered, his eyes filled with excitement as he stepped on the pedal. But the RV didn't budge.

"Is this thing broken?" Elliot asked, pressing the gas pedal repeatedly as he glanced down.

"Hey, Ragnar, you– Oh, shit!" Elliot was about to complain when the RV suddenly lurched forward, accelerating rapidly before lifting off the ground, flying into the sky.

"What are you doing? Drive slowly!" Sicilia shrieked, her arms wrapping tightly around Ragnar as the RV tilted sharply.

"It's not me!" Elliot shouted, trying to slam on the brakes, but they wouldn't respond.

The RV, as if in silent protest, continued to speed up.

"Elliot! Get out of the seat!" Sicilia shouted her voice was a mixture of panic and exasperation.

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"Where are they?" Sprite asked, her gaze sweeping across the landscape. She couldn't even make out a silhouette of a vehicle in the distance. "Are they still coming?"

"They will," Ajak said, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she held Sprite's hand. "If not, then it only means we have more food to eat. Humans are a complicated bunch, but I don't think the Haddocks are rude."

Sprite released a sigh and stepped off the porch, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "How old should I make myself look now? Fifteen?" Her body began to change, her features morphing into a older version of herself.

"You don't need to," Ajak said, leaning against the porch railing, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"But they'll notice something is wrong with us," Sprite replied, knowing that they had to be careful not to reveal their true identities.

"They're mutants," Ajak said, her smile widening as she observed Sprite, who had stopped mid-transformation.

"That explains a lot," Sprite said, waving her hand and canceling her illusion. Mutants had people who had awakened their powers with bizarre appearances, more than she had.

"I just hope they won't disappoint you," Sprite said, her gaze fixed in the sky. Her brow furrowed as she saw something approaching in the distance.

"Is that a flying RV?" Sprite whispered, her eyes narrowed as the RV's invisibility was ineffective against her heightened senses.

Ajak saw Sprite's gaze and walked to her side, curiosity piqued. She followed Sprite's gaze, her eyes widening slightly.

"Now, that's something new," Ajak said, a hint of wonder in her voice. In her long life, Ajak had seen many wonders, but a flying RV was certainly a first.

"What are their powers to make something like that fly?" Sprite asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity as they watched the RV descend towards the ground.

"I don't know about Elliot, but Sicilia should be a psychic," Ajak said, her gaze fixed on the approaching vehicle.

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"Can they see us?" Elliot asked Ragnar as he held the top of the seat.

"I don't know," Ragnar said as he looked towards the invisibility and saw it wasn't turned off, so he looked towards Sprite and Ajak with doubt who was looking at them straight from the distance.

"If they do should we pretend nothing happened?" Elliot asked as he looked back at Sicilia.

"If they did, then just tell them it's magic, we're not going to see each other for a long time, it doesn't matter if they believe it or not," Sicilia said calmly as she began to fix her clothes.

"You heard your mother," Elliot said as he pat Ragnar on the shoulder before walking back as he took the gifts prepared for Ajak for their visit.

Ragnar just nodded as he began to park the RV as he tried to remember where he had seen Ajak and Sprite before.

"Eternals?" Ragnar muttered to himself, although he didn't watch the movie he still remembered the movie trailers he'd seen. 'That kid must be Sprite.' He had a vague recollection of a fanfic mentioning a young Eternal with illusions as her power.

"Let's hope they didn't see the RV flying, otherwise, it'll be troublesome to explain where we got this RV," Elliot sighed, stepping towards the door.

"Can you let it open, for crying out loud!" Elliot exclaimed, his voice laced with irritation as he stared at the door, which hadn't automatically opened.

"We'll be going first," Ragnar patted the steering wheel as he stood up from the driving seat as the door automatically opened.

As they stepped out of the RV, they saw Ajak and Sprite walking towards them. Elliot coughed, whispering, "Act normal."

"Ajak! We brought fruits," Elliot said, stepping forward with a smile as he raised the gift box in his hand. "We were going to bring wine, but I remember Sprite is still fifteen or fourteen."

"Not quite right, but close enough," Ajak said, a gentle smile curving her lips as she accepted the gift box. She then opened her arms towards Sicilia.

"You haven't aged a day," Sicilia said, rolling her eyes at Elliot before hugging Ajak warmly. As they broke apart, she looked toward Sprite, who was approaching Ragnar.

"Sprite hasn't really grown, either," Sicilia whispered, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"You're eleven?" Sprite asked, her eyes widening as she looked at Ragnar up and down, as his height was so tall, towering over her. "What did you eat?"

Ragnar's eyes met Sprite's, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's more like what you didn't eat," he chuckled. "God, you're small."

Ajak chuckled softly, watching the awkward exchange between Ragnar and Sprite with amusement. 'This going to be an interesting day.'

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