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Sunburst and Snowblind
Sunday, 8:38 PM.
Manhattan, the Morlock Tunnels
He still thinks of it as the Cathedral. He remembers it polished and gleaming, washed in golds and silvers by the reflected sun. The sight of its smashed beauty stings. The man called Cable looks down into the large cavern through a hole in he floor. He heard a scream. He knows he’s too late, even as he jumps down. Where are you? he shouts out, adding that he looked for her telepathically ten minutes ago and – He breaks off. He knew it was too late, but he had to pretend anyway. Storm, is all he says, as he sees a white-haired corpse with its head smashed in by debris.
Sunday, 9:20 AM.
Westchester, Xavier’s institute for Higher Learning.
Ororo Munroe is in a foul mood and everything in the woods knows it. The wildlife of the woodland surrounding the Institute senses the terrible aspect of her aura of power and run from the hurricane within the woman.
Logan? she calls out, as she follows a trail of small bones. Finding her friend, she reiterates once more that he should return to the mansion. He disagrees and adds that that’s got nothing to do with the bad vibe she’s been carrying all across the forest. What’s on her mind? Watching him chew on a bone, she coolly asks whether the local fauna has become part of his diet. Not unless Colonel Saunder is rustling in Westchester, he retorts, pointing to a fastfood container.
At a loss for words, Ororo stalls and asks him how he is. Wolverine tells her to cut to the chase. She’s a murderer, she simply states. He knows, Wolverine relies as curtly. How does it feel? Appalling, of course, Ororo replies, sorrowfully recalling the awful event. She was forced to cut out a young girl’s heart. Little Sarah, the Morlock girl, who grew up somehow too quickly into a terrorist. She cut out Marrow’s heart.
Because there was a bomb attached to it, Logan reminds her, impatiently. Marrow and her Gene Nation partners tried to commit mass murder. She doesn’t question that she had to do it, Ororo tries to explain, only why it came to that. Callisto said it was Storm’s mistakes that led them to it. She had to do it, Logan insists. It was kill one or let one kill all. She still feels like she let them down, Ororo admits, looking downwards in shame. Perhaps if she had been a stronger leader, the Morlocks would never have grown into Gene Nation.
(Storm’s memories)
She recalls the night Mikhail Rasputin flooded the Morlock tunnels, seemingly killing all Morlocks, and wonders why she didn’t look far enough ahead. Why did she not note Mikhail’s last act? He transferred a band of Morlocks out of the tunnels he had flooded and what was Storm doing? That band somehow grew into Gene Nation, suffused with hatred – and why didn’t she expect that?
(Present)
She is not a bad leader, Storm stubbornly insists. She knows it. But still she behaves like one half awake…
Sunday noon
Westchester:
In the Institute’s kitchen, Ororo admits to Cable that she doesn’t know how to say she’s sorry. While he doesn’t know the whole story, Cable points out, he’s not sure she has anything to apologize for. Besides, preoccupation is counter-productive to team leadership. Ororo agrees, but is still doubtful. So much of what she has done have been short-term fixes. She doesn’t seem to be able to take the long view … Long-termism tends to be a bit of a luxury in their line of evil, Cable retorts. Ororo gets to the point. She has heard from the others of a ritual he helped perform in the Morlock tunnels. It seemed a good way to … say goodbye … that she’s sorry.
Cable recalls the Ceremony of Light. The apparatus should still be down there. Storm asks him to teach her. Abruptly, he becomes aware of Storm’s scent. It’s not like a perfume, but a natural sandalwood, musky and uncomplicated. He never noticed it before. With a smile, he agrees and, using a notebook, he shows her the basic operation, describing the Morlocks’ idea of imitating daylight in the tunnel once a year. It reflects light from above into a certain area illuminating the whole place.
Sunday; 3 PM
Westchester, the comms suite
Storm is calling her lover, Forge, leader of X-Factor, who asks her what it is that’s keeping them apart. It’s not the physical distance. She’s always been hard to reach. Even more so since the Sarah incident. Why won’t she let him in? He never knows what she feels. Ororo muses if that has always been their problem. Perhaps it is her curse that she has never known how she truly feels. She tells him she will talk to him again soon and breaks off communications. Alone, she muses that theirs has been at best a unique affair of the heart. Perhaps it is time to wonder why.
Sunday 6.27 PM
Westchester
On the mansion grounds, Professor Xavier watches the spectacular sunset. Wolverine addresses him as “Charlie” and asks if he has seen anything of Ororo today. Twice, Xavier replies. The second time she was leaving the comms suite, evidently a little upset. Beautiful sunset. It’s the Morlock thing and all the unresolved stuff in her life right now, Logan reveals. Maybe one of Xavier’s fatherly words…?
Fatherhood has never been one of his stronger suits Xavier replies, thanking him for his concern.
Sunday; 7:20 PM
Manhattan, the Morlock Tunnels.
Dressed in her uniform and lighting the way ahead, Storm walks through the flooded tunnels. She concludes the episodes within her life with violence, but never with real finality. She kicks at doors to close them, but they never lock properly. The doors stand ajar and terrible things whisper from behind them. The ghosts of these tunnels. She almost sees them: little Sarah, whom she killed as the strangely adult Marrow. Brutal Callisto and mad Mikhail Rasputin, a mind full of broken glass behind a handsome mask …
She reaches the place Cable called “the Cathedral.” It’s not as she pictured it. So she attends to the edges of her vision, putting up mirrors and shards of glass, making it complete.
8.27 PM
Manhattan
Cable walks the streets. He’s a soldier by profession. He’s not used to distractions. Something’s nagging at him. It’s Storm. He barely knows the woman but something’s got her tied up in knots and he was no help at all. And that nags at him. She’d be in the Cathedral right about now… Curious, he pushes his telepathy into that direction.
8.26 PM
The Morlock Tunnels
The night stars of Manhattan, all the streetlight and headlamps and the glitter of the sky amplified through thick oddly drawn glass and reflected through broken mirror and polished chrome scrap illuminate the Cathedral. To Ororo, it feels like something huge and bright and forgiving has stooped over this poor place and breathed the pulse of life into it. Finally, she stammers out an apology and a good-bye. She turn to leave not noticing a flash of new alien light.
8.27 PM
She turns around hearing strange sounds. The air tears open. Everything begins to warp and swirl around the hole in the world. Adrenaline rushes from gut to brain, as her mutant talent ignites. A hand comes out of the hole grabbing her.
Above Cable senses something wrong and pronounces her name.
In the tunnels, heavy weather snaps from Ororo’s fingertips, charging the dead underground atmosphere. The swirl of the hole flings it back at her face and all around. The roof gets torn out and she brings the house violently down as debris rains down on her. Storm! Cable exclaims.
Sunday, 9.51 PM
Westchester
Storm’s dead, Cable announces to the X-Men gathered in the room. He begins to tell his story, adding that he could feel the horror in her mind when he touched it. And then… nothing. He asks Jean to try and scan for her. She isn’t there. He knows it sounds unbelievable, but there’s no psychic echo. She’s … gone…
Jean agrees that here’s no echo, but there could be a thousand reasons for that. Ororo’s closer to her than her own sister and she’s not willing to believe Ororo’s gone. She asks for his permission to scan him and points out that he didn’t see the corpse’s face, did he?
Then there’s still a chance, Cyclops agrees. Cable said the police won’t allow them to view the body till morning, right? The first thing in the morning will be to go there and do a DNA scan. They shouldn’t jump to conclusions until then.
Cable wonders what the chances of Storm being alive are when neither he, nor Xavier nor Jean can sense her. He’s the last person who wants to be right.
No-time
Lights, the swirls of a neon-vortex … reality being sucked out through a pin-prick in the skin of the world. Ororo opens her eyes. She’s seen that energy signature before. For a moment, it’s difficult to think, as if her body and mind were adjusting at a different speed and then it comes to her. She sees a horribly dead area around her, bones scattered everywhere and she remembers: when Mikhail Rasputin took his band of Morlocks from the tunnels, seconds before their lungs would have been filled with water. That’s when she last saw that energy effect. Ororo Munroe takes a deep breath, and the air sears her throat.


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The Ghost has no Home
Ororo Munroe is believed to be dead. Performing a ceremony of remembrance in the sewer system beneath Manhattan for the deformed outcast mutants who once dwelt there, something happened. Cable, her colleague found a faceless copse at the site that must have been Storm …
Ororo Munroe is not dead. At the climax of the ceremony, the air caught fire … and a hand reached out from the flames to grasp her. It released her …elsewhere. The air is thin and bitter, the earth dead and dry as a desert grave. The few fauna moving breathily across the dust are fat with stolen blood … their eyes mad and poisonous. And everything is on a slope. The entire place, she realizes, is one huge hill.
She starts to head up trying to get a feel for the place. First question: is there weather here?
She raises the aspect of the wind goddess, as her powers activate deep within her brain and the alien sky unlocks his secrets for her. She is too new to exert control, but she can see the weather systems of the hill. Horrendously damaged though it is, it still hangs full of unusual possibilities. But brittle white flocks of dead bird hang there also. Skeins of heat run through the sky… and clouds begin to gather more intently as she looks. Building into thunderheads heavy with poison moisture. A storm is growing.
Storm starts running. She needs cover because she has sensed the composition of the inevitable rain that will attend this storm. Acid rain. Sulfuric acid rain. The first drops that hit her are weak and itch. In moments, the rain will grow richer in menace and burn her to the bone …
Westchester, the Xavier Institute:
11:30 PM
Cable stands in a hallway, studying a portrait that depicts Storm in a traditional African dress and headdress. He never really knew her and she’s dead. And that bothers Cable a lot more than he ever expected it to. He takes a swallow of beer. It’s not like he’s never found corpses before. Is it different for him, Cyclops asks him. Having been a professional soldier for so long, is it different dealing with these types of situations? Seeing so much death, living with it… Has he developed a set of reflexes to deal with these times?
He thought he had, Cable states thoughtfully, before asking who painted the portrait. Peter Rasputin, Colossus, Cyclops answers. Storm always though he captured her essence in that painting. Peter has suffered so many losses… losing Ororo as well would be difficult for him. She was like family. But, Scott stresses that he’s still far from convinced Storm’s been killed.
Elsewhere
Storm refuses to run from the weather anymore. She is the storm. The air twists and begins to flow very quickly. The wind screams like sirens around her, presenting in its hurricane motion an almost solid surface to the terrible rain. The rain hisses, cheated as it slides over the shield of wind and away. And the wind goddess moves uphill.
The acid storm passes miserably. Rising, Storm enters a steel forest, screeching quietly to itself through speakers budding from its branches. This is the first sign resembling vegetation she has yet seen here. She kneels down to examine it. It indicates life, of a sort. She has her suspicions about the place but attempts to hold them at bay as she grasps a flower… a technological flower whose markings and complexity she recognizes. She exclaims that she must be wrong.
Looking around, she sees shabby settlements, built from the complex mechanical vegetation growing up this length of the hill. She hates the sight of them. The outcasts beneath Manhattan, the Morlocks were killed - all save a select few. Who were taken elsewhere and returned in fantastically complex armor, looking a lot like this vegetation. Time runs a lot faster in the place the elite Morlocks were removed to. Those who Storm knew as children returned within months as hard-eyed murderous adults.
Red energy comes from one of the huts felling Storm. Four bizarre beings come out of it, one of them telling the other not to plasma it anymore. They could sell a pretty corpse. Could buy another couple hundred yards uphill with it.
Ororo’s eyes begin to glow red. Nature is beauty, she tells them, but it also predation.
Energy crackles around her, as she grips the weather in an angry hand and squeezes. The possibilities are endless. She could cast down calcium arrows from the skeleton belt floating above the cloud layer. Glassine fragments hanging within the clouds could focus light from the invisible sun allowing her to fling ruby lasers from the sky. She poses maliciously for a moment, showing them the storm and then moves like an electric panther slashing towards them… disaster flashing in her eyes. She could kill them all. She settles for hitting them with lightning. She doesn’t have to kill.
She moves towards one of the mutants who isn’t unconscious, telling him she’s in a bad mood. What is this place and where is she, she demands. They call it the Hill, the Morlock whines, because that’s what it is. That’s what his daddy said before the guy half a mile up killed him. They’re all trying to get uphill, where the old father is. That’s all they’re trying to do. Just get uphill. Once they figure they get a fair way uphill, they top and have kids with whoever’s there. The kids will be tougher and be able to get further uphill and win.
Storm recognizes the mad Darwinist creed of Apocalypse. She knows who is at the top of the hill but will not admit it to herself.
Westchester, 12: 15 AM
Where do he and Jean get the certainty that Storm is still alive, Cable inquires of his father, Scott Summers. There is no psychic imprint he reminds them. They’ve all psi-scanned for her. Why can’t they admit she’s gone? It’s not like Scott has never had an X-Man die before. Thunderbird died on his first mission. He’ll admit it when he sees her body and not before, Scott replies. He’s aware of the casualties of their lifestyle. He’s lost people. He felt the pain and emptiness. When they thought Jean had died, he thought he’d die too. Maybe he isn’t willing to feel that again unless he absolutely has to. Maybe that makes him a coward in Cable’s eyes.
No, Cable explains. It’s just that he saw his wife die. He had to face the fact that she was gone. It was the only way he could keep her with him. He didn’t know Storm well, but she reminded him of Aliyah, The same kind of inner strength. Jean wants to tell him about Ororo’s strength. She and Cable would have a lot to talk about. They both had childhoods rougher than Jean could imagine.
(flashback to Storm’s past)
Storm came from East Harlem, but it wasn’t big enough to contain her parents’ dreams. In Egypt, she lost her parents to a bomb and was buried alive with her dead mother’s body. She carries the scars of that time in her severe claustrophobia. Alone, she lived off the streets of Cairo as a thief. Then, when her mutant-powers had only begun to manifest themselves, the Professor asked her to help him. Ororo didn’t know him or the X-Men, but threw away everything she knew to take a chance on a stranger. Few are that brave. Cable knows that she’s done so many things which were hard for her, but she’s done them because they were right.
(present)
Jean thinks Cable knows her better than he believes. He reminds Jean of Ororo.
The Hill:
Storm flies upwards, musing about Apocalypse’s insane doctrine of “survival of the fittest.” Seeing his madness applied to an entire society sickens her. She assumes the man who created this society is atop the hill. She hopes against hope it is not the man she expects.
Beneath her, she sees a pass on the Hill and two groups fighting for progressing. They do not even question the insanity of their lives anymore. They simply eat and breed and kill and walk uphill. Among the warriors she sees Callisto who shouts angrily that he may have thrown her back here, but her opponent isn’t keeping her here. Looking upwards, she catches a glimpse of Storm.
Storm surfaces through the cloud layer left with a film of oil on her skin in passing. The summit is attained. The fortress squatting on its peak attempt to look majestic, but succeeds only in being monstrous. She lands and strides towards its entrance, already expected by a hulking shape of a man. At last, he announces. He’d feared the transition had damaged her and that the ascension would be beyond her abilities. Does she remember him? Mikhail Rasputin, older and scarred, asks. It has been many years for him and he forgets how time passes in the other place.
Mikhail Rasputin. Killer of the Morlocks, Storm states. It was he who took her. Yes, Rasputin agrees. He still bears ties to her world. He always senses the performance of a Ceremony of Light, such as she enacted. He always opens a door there to see who’s doing it. And, seeing the leader of the X-Men, who also once led the Morlocks, he thought it only right to show her how her children have grown. Kneeling in front of Ororo and grasping her hand as if in mockery of a marriage proposal, Mikhail tells her that they learn well, her children … their children. He remains their guiding hand. But, as he is their hard and loving father, perhaps they yet need a mother.


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The Tinderbox of a Heart
Ororo Munroe is believed to be dead. Performing a ceremony in remembrance in the sewer system beneath Manhattan for the deformed outcast mutants who once dwelt there, something happened. Cable, her colleague, found a faceless copse at the site that must have been Storm.
Westchester, 1 AM.
Cable is restless. He is a soldier, leader of X-Force, the mutant guerrilla team, currently residing in the mansion home of the X-Men. When he fought in wars, he knew the people he fought with, knew them intimately. He barely knew Ororo Munroe and now she’s dead. He can’t sleep for thinking about her.
He tries to open the door to the communications room, swearing, as Hank McCoy always locks it at night. Telekinetically he opens the door. He is also a telepath. He heard Storm’s deathscreams. In his mind. His telekinesis flashes across the console and keyboards finding and dialing a number with angry thought The number of Storm’s lover. The leader of X-Factor, the govenrment sanctioned mutant strike force.
Forge’s face appears on the screen and he seems astonished that Cable would call him at this time of night. Why is Cable looking at him like that?
The Hill; no-time
A fortress stands upon the Hill. Before it, on the cliff, waits Mikhail Rasputin, a madman. He presides over a place existing in a dimension separate from our own – a hellworld of Darwinism gone mad, where its denizens must eternally scale the Hill that comprises the world or suffer. Come to me, my children, he calls out to the mutants who are close to reaching their goal. Show me your strength, my children and dwell with me, above the poison weather.
A purple mutant manages the final part of the climb, reaching the cliff upon which Mikhail stands. He is strong, Mikhail commends him and the Morlock smiles gratefully calling him father. His look of relief turns to one of horror a moment later as Mikhail brutally steps on his fingers. As he falls, Mikhail shouts after him that he must be stronger. Stronger than him even. And evolve better fingers. He gives orders to close the gate. Their chance for great ness is done for the day.
Time runs faster on the Hill than on Earth. And age has not improved Mikhail Rasputin.
On a cliff perched even higher, Storm stands having taken in the scene. She has been here for some hours considering her position. And remembering.
(flashback)
She’s brought out of her reverie violently as an arrow hits her in the shoulder. Below her, some Morlocks cheer and make faces at her. A line is attached to the arrow and one Morlock tries to pull her down with it, shouting if they can’t have the summit, neither can she.
Typical of this poisoned place, she thinks. Survival of the fittest means having to watch one’s back forever. They mean to drag her off the rampart and murder her, she realizes. She shouts out ‘no’ and lightning hits the Morlocks. Her mutant talent is inexorably tied to her emotional state. The vicious lightning rises with her anger, becoming a furious, lethal coruscation. Once, she was worshipped as a goddess. This is the terrible aspect of that goddess.
As Storm pulls the arrow out of her shoulder, Mikhail, having watched the display, asks her with an eager smile that she will show them what strength is and calls her mother. She is no one’s mother, Ororo protests. Her emotions got the better of her. She would not see those people dead. They’re not, Mikhail explains - nobody dies here except of old age. He tells her to look at her wound and Storm finds it has stopped bleeding. This is a world of eternal pain and struggle, Rasputin explains - death is too easy an end to the struggle. Something here heals their wounds. But they are left with honest scars.
Her internal struggle is pointless, he suddenly announces. They believe her to be dead in her world. And time moves in strange circles here. For a whole while, time here was faster. Now it’s slower. She has been dead for some years. All her friends may be deceased.
Why does he want her to believe him so desperately, she wonders, as he asks her inside telling her that her children would like to meet her again. She follows him inside, deciding that a good leader would look a the current crop of mutant terrorists this place has spawned.
Westchester, the comms-suite.
Forge still cannot quite believe what Cable has just told him. Storm’s dead? What is he saying? Cable elaborates. There was a kind of accident in the Morlock Tunnels. They’ll know more in the morning. But he just spoke with her, Forge muses. How could she be gone?
Out of nowhere he states that he thinks she wanted them to split up. What? Cable asks. Forge continues: Ororo told him their relationship just wasn’t going anywhere. She seemed preoccupied but she spoke of thinking in the short-term all the time. Like she was still on the streets of Cairo as a thief. Never thinking further than her next meal. She said she never looked ahead far enough and, when she tried to look ahead in their relationship, she didn’t see anything and now… neither does he.
He can make anything, he tells Cable. Why couldn’t he make her happy? Forge asks Cable to call him as soon as he has any more information and Cable promises to do so.
The Hill, no-time:
They descend into the guts of Rasputin’s castle. There is something magnetic about the man – his psychosis she supposes. She has read that serial killers are among the most charming of men. His eyes glitter like marbles. His mouth twitches into a brief chilling smile and then reverts to a deadly line. She sees how Mikhail Rasputin can inspire awe. And fear.
He asks her to enter one chamber, calling her ‘mother.’ Or may he know her as Ororo, he inquires. In there are the greatest of his children, the fittest to survive to punish the human guilty of Earth. He orders the motley, yet deadly-looking crew of young mutants to name themselves for their mother. Pain, Snow, Loss, Glass, Charm, the Morlocks monosyllabically reply. Their dull, heartless voices echo in the Dark Chamber. There is no life left in them. Their shark’s eyes have no light in them. To ascend to the summit of this world, they must carry only death; must think it, dream it, breathe it. This is Gene Nation.
They are preparing for a mission on Earth, a holy crusade of punishment, Rasputin raves. They are going to Virginia where they will plant a bomb. This device will destroy the X-Factor headquarters. So he has been the force behind Gene Nation, the murderers of innocent humans, Storm states calmly, and now he even turns against his own kind – mutants?
Yes, Mikhail concedes, X-Factor is a mutant organization and, of course, she romances their leader, Forge. However, they serve the human establishment. They kowtow to the “upworlders” – besides with the passage of time Forge is already dead of old age, but the statement of the bombing is the purpose.
The Hill; the ramparts. A gloved hand reaches for the summit.
Westchester, 2 AM Cable leaves the mansion.
Mikhail’s fortress.
Addressing the Gene Nationals directly, Storm asks why they are doing this. What is the point of this senseless destruction? The Morlocks she knew, their mothers and fathers, had respect for life. Really, Loss asks mockingly. They lived in sewers, “mother.” They will not be kept down. They will have a country of their own. They will kill the ones who would bury them and bury the ones they kill, Charm adds stupidly.
Another person closes in on their confrontation.
She will not let them do that, Storm announces. She is weak, Loss accuses her and throws a knife. She was a bad leader. Her decisions never addressed the Morlocks’ real concerns. Ororo catches the knife, while Loss still accuses her of having done nothing while the Morlocks died in their tunnels. She is no mother. She is nothing. Loss lifts her clawed hands, ordering Storm to defend herself to show them she deserves to live. Having to fight another Gene Nation child, Storm can’t help but think of Marrow.
Storm! An angry voice suddenly shouts, as Callisto has finally reached them. She has led the Morlocks before her, she had Rasputin before her, she rejected him before her.
Mikhail suddenly shouts out in pain, even though nobody touched him. As Ororo is distracted, Loss injures her in the back with her claws, stating derogatively that her death will be a worthless, cheap thing. Storm hits her upfront, ordering her to be silent. She doesn’t give orders here, Callisto announces, as she raises a gun. She saw her in the ramparts. She didn’t get cast down just to see Storm take her place with Rasputin.
Mikhail still screams and the lights of the transfer effect appear around him. It is involuntary, Storm realizes. Storm hits Callisto with a lightning bolt and pushes the Gene Nationals away with her winds. Rasputin said that he opened a gate when the Ceremony of Light is performed on Earth, but that may not have been the whole truth. She takes her knife and holds it to Rasputin’s throat, ordering him to transport her through the gate or she will saw through his windpipe. She is worthy, he announces, but this solves nothing. He could come for her again. The Gene Nationals will still kill.
Callisto threatens she will kill Mikhail should he transport Storm. Just like he killed Marilou in order to fake Storm’s corpse on Earth. Explain, Ororo demands with glowing eyes. Time passes more quickly here, Callisto states. Quickly enough that Rasputin had time to find someone of Storm’s sex, color and approximate height, put her in black clothes, killed her and threw her through the gate into the tunnels, just after he took Storm. Callisto complained and he cast her down for being weak. Her death is Storm’s fault, for entering their tunnels, Callisto announces.
Holding out the Bomb, Loss proclaims that their ’father’ would prove himself weak if he did what Storm asked. If he dares transport her and if Storm cuts his throat, they will still detonate the bomb.


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She Will Destroy You
Ororo Munroe is believed to be dead. Performing a ceremony in remembrance in the sewer system beneath Manhattan for the deformed outcast mutants who once dwelt there, something happened. Cable, her colleague, found a faceless copse at the site that must have been Storm.
Ororo Munroe is alive for the moment. She was displaced to a mad Darwinist otherworld, called the Hill, by the mutant powers of Mikhail Rasputin, whose throat now pulsates beneath Storm’s blade. She has just discovered that his talent of teleporting people between her world and this is somewhat involuntary, and, at the moment, a gate is opening on her home.
The Hill is a training ground for Gene Nation, the mutant terrorists descended from the Morlocks outcasts Mikhail ruled here. The new members of Gene Nation fully intend to detonate a bomb if their “father” Mikhail displaces Storm to Earth. Callisto, who trains her weapon on Storm, once led the Morlocks until Storm beat her in combat years ago. She is sick of Storm. In seconds, somebody will have to make a move. And that move will be lethal.
Storm is unsure. She has been plagued by doubts regarding her decision-making abilities. She makes short-term gains but, in the long view, only horror comes from her choices. She must do this right. Callisto urges her to make her move. The gate will close soon. The bomb is armed, the Gene National Loss announces. She can detonate or deactivate it in a second - depending on what Storm does.
Ororo asks Mikhail whether he has grown stronger in his mutant ability in all those years. Of course he has, he replies. Don’t they all? Storm orders him to extend his teleportational gate to encompass the entire Hill - or he will die here as failure. Callisto and the Gene Nationals react with surprise as Mikhail obeys Storm’s unusual order. The transfer effect bulges outwards and everything is reduced to sparks and emptiness.
The Sewers beneath Manhattan, 3: 00 AM:
Cable, leader of X-Force, could not mourn Storm’s death earlier this night because he never took the time to know her well enough. He has come to the Morlock tunnels where she died, to apologize. He enters the Cathedral, once a lovely place. The Morlocks would let the sun in once a year.
The glass and polished steel would magnify and reflect the light into here, making it a silvered place of holy beauty. Whoever killed Storm also destroyed the Cathedral.
He has come here to give Storm a private send-off, some kind of indication that he cared about her death. The means has occurred to him. He uses his telekinetic power to gather up all the broken pieces of the cathedral with his mind and spins them beneath the night sky revealed by the hole in the roof, all the stars and streetlights and headlamps…
Standing there in the wreckage of the Cathedral, Cable makes each element of his glittering cloud spin, to reflect and magnify the light from above… and the place is dappled with bright light. Alive again.
Something falls from Cable’s face, itself alive with sparkles. He says good-bye. And then he says: What in… The light of Rasputin’s transfer effect explodes around him as Rasputin, Storm and the Gene Nationals almost land on top of him, followed by even more.
Still holding the bomb, Loss rants that she’ll kill them all… a holy death… More and more mutants come through, as Mikhail teleports the entire population of the Hill inside the Tunnels. Keeping the knife at his throat, Storm orders him to keep the gate open or she will open his windpipe in front of his children.
Cable can’t believe what he’s seeing. One of the Gene Nationals lunges a him. Having no patience for this, Cable belts him, grabs Rasputin by the collar and demands to know what’s going on. Storm warns him to back off. She has to keep control of him. And one of the Gene Nationals has a bomb. Looking at the crowd Cable asks which one. Loss present herself, ranting that she will bring death to them.
Interrupting her rant, Cable telekinetically grabs the bomb, telling Storm that he might be able to contain the explosion telekinetically, though he isn’t sure. Storm orders him to release his grip on the bomb. She is in control! Hurricane winds rise through the sewer air, sweeping the bomb through the tunnels until it howls out of the ground, high into the Manhattan sky and the cheated bomb roars at the stars.
Right, Cable announces, as he grabs Rasputin. People have stopped falling through his special effect, so he’s coming to him. She is not going to cut his throat, Mikhail asks fearfully. That wouldn’t hurt enough, Cable decides, as he decks him. Storm is one of his people, he shouts, as he tosses Rasputin away, and you don’t touch his friends.
They thought she was dead, he announces stiffly, as Ororo hugs him in relief. Why didn’t they check the corpse to make certain it was her, she asks. Long story, he tells her. Changing the subject, Cable announces, pointing at the people that came though, what do the do about these people and who are they. Descendants of the Morlocks who survived the tunnel flooding, Ororo begins to explain only to be cut off by an angry Callisto, who announces that they are hers, as she raises her weapon at Storm. Life was hard, but she loved them. She led them with Mikhail until she cursed him for trying to steal Storm. She is sick of Storm ruining things for her!
Callisto has poisoned her life for years while she has tried to be kind to her throughout, Storm angrily shoots back, as she throws lightning at the gun. Hot jagged metal files up in Callisto’s face. She has crossed the line, Storm adds. She is finished.
Callisto howls in pain as she holds on to the wounds in her face. She has tried being her leader. She has tried being her friend. It never holds for long, Storm tells Cable. Being Callisto’s nightmare might work best in the long term. Her new scars should aid her memory this time. That’s colder that he would have expected, Cable admits. It was a command decision for the safety of the X-Men, she explains. And she has achieved it without murder. She asks him to call for assistance. Most of these people are dazed by the transfer, but they will pull themselves together sooner or later.
Westchester: Jean Grey suddenly sits up in bed, as Cable telepathically contacts her and tells her what’s going on. She turns to her husband, announcing that his son just shouted in her brains. Why is he only his son when he’s doing something bad, Scott asks sleepily. Jean happily reveals that Storm is alive.
Cable tells Storm he has alerted the X-Men. Hopefully, they’ll be quick. The natives are getting restless. Summoning lightning, Storm announces that she’s sure they can cope. Cable suddenly swears. Callisto’s made a run for it.
Half-blind with pain and her own blood, she thrashes through the rancid waters of the place that once was her home. She’s too old now. Too old to do anything but hate. A hand grasps hers and a voice offers help. Callisto looks up in disbelief… to see Marrow. She must be losing it. Storm killed the girl in single combat months ago.
She only tore her heart out, Marrow, explains. What need does a soldier of Gene Nation have for a heart? Besides… she has another. She’ll take care of Callisto.
The Cathedral.
The transfer effect starts again and Mikhail announces that he’s leaving. Storm orders him to power down. He must leave, Mikhail whines. He will be angry.
He who? Storm asks. This is his last warning. Rasputin begins to fade and Storm throws lightning at him, giving the young Morlocks the impression that she’s killed him. She is one of the strong, they grudgingly admit. The Gene Nationals are cowed. Time passes as Storm debates whether to mention that Mikhail vanished before her less-than-lethal attack struck.
 As the X-Men arrive, she gives her orders. The Gene Nationals are used to a harsh environment. It’s all they know. But they do no good in it. They maim and plot. She has a harsh environment for them: a village in Africa, gone to ruin through short-termism. They suffered in the famine and the aid they were given was useless. In the long run, they will starve again. The X-Men are going to take them there and there they will live. They will work the land, plant food in the dry soil and make the place live again. And the X-Men will be watching. Should they harm even one soul there, Storm will bring down her mighty wrath upon their head. Maybe one day… they will all grow up.
Somewhere, in the darkness, separated from the chaos and commotion squats the Dark Beast. He is deeply, deeply angry (except “angry” isn’t quite the word that instantly occurs to him). Mikhail Rasputin was working under his instructions. Gene Nation are his creatures. Another year would have given another generation of Gene Nationals, an elite strain of mutant warriors - his elite. And now he’s lost them. Just like that. Mikhail will suffer for this. And so will Ororo Munroe.
Westchester, the main kitchen of the Xavier Institute, midday
As Cable downs his umpteenth cup of coffee, Scott suggests setting him up with a dripfeed. Cable starts to argue but suddenly stops, smelling sandalwood. Storm is entering the kitchen, presenting a new look that surprises her friends. Her hair cut in stylish chin-length-bob apart from to strand in the front she has kept long, she now wears a more revealing uniform. She felt it was time for a change. Something that commands a little more attention. It does that, Cable enthusiastically agrees. With a smile, Storm thanks him.


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Somewhere in an African village. Standing on a low roof, three young teenagers are watching the people on the market below them, particularly a group of armed, white men, one of whom is dangling an expensive camera on his arm.
The boy asks one of the girls, with blue cat-eyes – if she wants the camera, since she is staring a it. She explains that it reminds her of her father, who took pictures. The boy suggests she take it, but she refuses. The men are big, after all. They are lazy, fat Americans, he scoffs. Ororo is getting too comfortable picking locks, he taunts. She earns her keep, she retorts defensively. She’s so American, he replies. She is African, she insists. But she s becoming lazy as the Americans, he states.
Another girl joins them. With a sneer, she claims that Ororo is afraid. She is not one of them. Ororo angrily insists that she picks lock. She does her share, doesn’t she? But can she outrun the white man? the other girl taunts. She can outrun her Ororo states. The other girl orders her to prove it by taking the camera and outrunning the fat, lazy Americans. Ororo refuses. The other girl calls her a chicken, adding that Ororo is not of Mother Africa. Her mother was an African princess! Ororo retorts. What was hers? Undaunted, the girl points out that Ororo was born in New York. She is a black American pretending to be African. Ororo insists she is better than the other girl, but she has to prove it.
Ororo stares at the camera. She remembers better days with her parents. Her decision is made as she climbs down over the boy’s protest. She grabs the camera and begins to run away from the men. The other urchins join her and the boy calls at her to run faster. When he suggests that he take the camera, she refuses. She pulls her own weight, she insists. As she keeps on running, Ororo’s short black wig begins to slip. The girl who taunted Ororo joins them, stating that Ororo is weak. The men should catch her. Maybe they will take her back to her precious America and teach her how to pick cotton. She trips Ororo. As she falls, her wig slips off, revealing her long white braid.
The armed men are now close to her as the locals, afraid of any hostility, draw back.  “Ororo’s “victim” draws his rifle intending to give her “the JFK special” as he puts it.
As he aims at the frightened girl, her eyes begin to glow and the sky goes dark. Suddenly, lighting strikes the ground close to them. The next moment, fog surrounds them. One of the men still fires. His friend, who wanted to kill her himself moments ago, tells him that he killed a child worth her weight in gold. He killed a thief, the man replies curtly.
However, when the fog evaporates, there is no body. Only Ororo’s wig is left. The men both saw Ororo’s eyes and how they changed. Also the white strand of hair they find within the wig has a follicle, meaning it is the real thing. She must be one of them. She seemed to control the weather. The weather forecast was clear that day. And Thor is hardly likely to hang around in Africa. She has been gifted with the power of the gods, one of them simply states. She will be worth a lot of money, he decides.
The other man, who tried to shoot, wonders about his friend’s camera. His father had given it to him before he died. And that little witch stole it, the first one agrees. His own fault. The other man had told him not to walk with it in his hand. Several times, the other man agrees smugly. The firs man points his rifle at him. Then, he gives the order that the other men are to find the one with the white hair and kill the rest. But they are children, one of them protests. The first man replies that they are thieves, cowards who steal and run. Again, he gives the orders to kill them and all who oppose him.
How will they find those bastards, the other man, Roland, asks. Ask, the first man, Claude, replies. These are their people. Aren’t they all like cousins? They have no loyalty he adds. Does Roland know the history how America acquired its slaves? From the Africans. They sold their enemies.
Ororo has finally reached their camp and angrily accuses the other girl of tripping her. The other girl tells her she was lucky and reminds Ororo that the slowest zebra becomes the lion’s dinner Ooro throws her a last angry look and then lets the others congratulate her on her success. The first girl glares at her, full of hatred.
Later, the teenagers are celebrating around the fire while Ororo, lost in thoughts, examines the camera.
Elsewhere, the men begin asking around. Doesn’t anybody speak English? Claude asks a native, showing him a Rolex. That could feed his family for a year, the native man replies. Now he speaks English, Claude mocks. He speaks seven languages, the man replies. Claude must be American – he only speaks one language. He explains that the kids hide in the woods high up the hills. Claude thanks him, then shoots him. One of his men just states that he lied to the poor man. Right, this a Timex, not a Rolex, Claude agrees.
At the camp, the boy, Chacha, wants to see Ororo’s prize. But she refuses. He might break it. It’s just a stupid camera, he replies defensively. Bad luck. It steals images and steals the soul.  Ororo says it does not. It captures memories. Things they don’t want to forget. Why is she so protective of the camera, he asks. Because, she simply replies and begins to walk away. She is such a mystery, he muses. Does she remember her childhood in America? She sees it in her dreams. Why did her parents leave America? he wonders. Because, she replies again.
Ororo stares at a kissing couple and reflects on the changes in her own maturing body. She desires to touch too, but she is afraid of getting close. Afraid of falling in love and losing that love again.
Chacha asks her to dance with him. Tomorrow, she replies evasively. He won’t have it. Tomorrow never comes. It is always today, he complains. One dance? Ororo looks at a heavily pregnant girl walking past them. ‘Dance with me’ means more than ‘dance with me’, she replies simply. One day she will regret not dancing with him, Chacha warns her. They are not meant to be alone, he calls after her. Sometimes it’s safer that way, she replies, as she disappears into the thicket, where she begins to cry. Staring at the camera, she begins to remember her childhood in New York.
(Ororo’s memories)
A picnic in Central Park, where her father snapped a picture of toddler Ororo and her mother, N’dare. Later, their being at home. She recalls her parents being happy and in love.
Later, they ran into a protest march – apparently pro-mutant – that quickly turned ugly as anti-mutant protesters attacked the other group.
Later, in the subway, N’dare insisted that it’s not safe here anymore. David countered that it’s not safe anywhere in the world. N’dare insists that they would hate Ororo and come for her. She wants to return hone to Africa. They offered David an excellent job in Cairo. David refuses to go. N’dare refuses to stay. David suggests moving to Connecticut or New Jersey. The hate would follow them, N’dare insists. David muses. He’s been offered good money and conditions in Cairo, but with all the civil unrest it isn’t exactly Club Med there either. N’dare asks him to consider it, reminding thim to consider what coud happen to their child.
Outside the subway, David tries to hail a cab but finds himself ignored by the driver in favor of a white couple. That’s another reasons she wants to leave, N’dare remarks. Over his protests, she continues that, in Africa, she is a queen. Here, she is just a nigger. He’s been called a nigger all his life, David points out. Is she supposed to get used to this treatment? she scoffs. He asks her not to talk like this in front of the child. She needs to hear because this will be her reality as well. Finally, she wins the argument and David agrees to take the Cairo job.
(present)
Ororo marvels about he way the weather seems to react to her feelings. Is she blessed by the gods or cursed by the devil? Someone sneaks in behind her unnoticed and touches her shoulder. As she is startled, lightning strikes nearby. It is witnessed by the young thieves, the men looking for them and not to far away by a solitary boy, sitting at a fire and playing the flute.
Ororo addresses the man who startled her as “teacher.” He reminds her that she missed her lesson today. She begins to explain that they went down to the village. He tells her not to give in to peer pressure. When she doesn’t seem convinced he tells her that she has to choose to be a leader or follower. He reminds her that she has to practice every day. She protests that she does practice. She does it while the others sleep. She is good. She must be better than good, then.  Before she came there, Achmed el-Gibar taught her well, she states. Achmed is a dear friend, the teacher says, but she lacks what he lacks. She has moderate skills but, like Achmed, she has no discipline. She is good, Ororo protests. Like him she has no patience, he continues undaunted.
As they reach the others, Ororo admits that she was the slowest runner today. That is not her skill, he replies. She chooses to focus on the wrong things. She explains that she was the weakest. She had to use… the wind came. Did they see? the teacher asks worried. Ororo calms him. The others had left before. She doesn’t want to be different. She is different, he stresses. She tells him she was scared. Not only wind came, but lightning and fog. She was terrified. Remarkable, he marvels. She is describing a storm.
Later, the children are practicing picking locks. The teacher leads Ororo to a kind of vault wall with different locks. He points towards three locks, describing them as the most difficult ones. What about the locks next to those? Ororo asks. No one can open those, not even he. He tells her to focus on the first three. Opening them will take time, so she must be patient. It might take a while, but she has to be able to work each one. How long did he need to open those difficult locks, she asks. Three hours for each one, he replies. He tells her he will return at sunrise to check on her progress.
There are a few clicking sounds. As he turns around again, all six locks are open. Can she go now, she asks. She has been practicing, he states. Can she go now, she asks again. He tells her that one day she will make it to level eight. She will unlock the right door and become rich. Her becoming rich will make someone else poor, she states. That’s the way of the world, he replies. Wealth creates poverty.
Tonight, she does not want to become rich, she states with a smile and hands him back the wallet she took. Not bad for a Kenyan with no discipline, she adds. Since she’s honest, she should take this, he replies and hands her back the pendant she wore until moments ago. What kind of thief would allow a thief to thieve him? he asks. One that needs … discipline, she admits. Achmed el-Gibar is good, but she will see why he is better, her teacher tells her.  Humbled, she promises to stay and practice. He tells her to go to sleep. The next day will be long.
Not too far away, Claude and the others are attacking a group of the youngsters. Claude demands to know where the white-haired thief is. The girl who dislikes Ororo joins them. They seek the one who has hair like a witch and the blue eyes of the devil. The one born in America and pretending to be of Mother Africa. The one the gods dislike. Who is she, Claude demands. ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend,’ she replies.


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(Six years earlier)
Cairo, a time of strife as bomber planes fly over the city. Ororo recalls her father claiming that they fought over land and oil, whereas her mother said they fought over God. David Munroe wondered why would a god need a man to fight for him? Man fights for the selfish needs of man. From below, soldiers turn their weapons on the plane. Not too far away in the rubble, David Munroe photographs the scene, not dismayed by the threatening looks of the soldiers.
Later, he joins his family at home. On Ororo’s wishes, they decide to eat at home, instead of going out, joking that Ororo is already running the house, as she will one day run the world.
Elsewhere, the soldiers finally manage to shoot down an enemy fighter plane. The plane falls and veers towards the Munroe’s house. N’dare who – along with David – is standing close to the window is the first to see the plane coming in. Panicked, she tries to reach for her daughter, but winds sweep the girl under a heavy wooden table. The horrified faces of her parents are the last things she sees as the plane crashes into the building.
Six-year-old Ororo awakes in darkness, buried, trapped as if in a coffin. She screams and screams until she is finally freed. Next to her, she sees the dead bodies of her parents. She shakes her mother’s corpse, begging her to wake up. Ororo finally takes the red pendant her mother is clutching. Helplessly, she turns to the children who freed her, who are looking at her with pity and tells them they won’t wake up.
(the present)
Twelve-year old Ororo wakes up from her dream, tears still in her eyes. The weather echoes her sadness with rain. She hates it when that happens.
Not too far away, the poachers marvel at the appearance of rain in the desert in a clear night. They realize that the weather is being manipulated and that they are near the prize, as the one who had his camera stolen by Ororo states. The prize that eluded his father and his father before him.
He never understood all of their civil wars, one of his companions states. That thing in Rwanda. Hutus…Tutsi… that Ethiopian-Eritrean thing… Sudan… And in America… America probably has the dumbest of it all. Dark-skinned don’t like light-skinned… never will understand that one.
Suddenly, something about a tree they pass seems strange to him. The first man suggests he read Willie Lynch – “The Making of a Slave.” Then, he will understand their mentality. Why they were bred to betray each other. That’s American doctrine, right? the second man asks. They are in Africa.  He sticks a knife in the tree trunk.
Truth is universal, his friend remarks. The second man disagrees. He believes that Africans and Americanized blacks are different and don’t have much in common. When Africans were shipped to the New World, slave owners divided the Africans, beat the culture out of them, stripped them naked. Very psychological approach. To further maximize it, slave owners took away the Africans’ gods. Stripped them of what bonded them, religion. Santeria, Candomble, Voudon. Gave them the God they believed in, the God they wanted them to have. Brainwashing 101.
And the point of his little sermon? the first man asks. He was just saying. He talks too damn much, the first man states derogatively. The second man stares at the thief girl that offered to sell Ororo out. L.A. face, East Oakland booty. Been so long since he saw a girl like that…
Suddenly, something grabs his attention. He sees his knife again. The girl’s been leading them in circles. The girl begins to run and scream Ororo! Loyava keeneck qwi! Their warning. “Trouble has come.”
Ororo is startled awake by her rival’s voice. The girl comes running towards her. Ororo grabs the camera and begins to run as well, the poachers after the two. The other girl stumbles and falls, the men almost upon her. The first man sees Ororo and calls her wind-rider, his “prize of all prizes.”
Ororo tries to drag the other girl to her feet. She just shouts at Ororo to run, not to be the slowest zebra. The poacher is pointing his gun at them. The girl shoves Ororo out of the way and is hit by the dart.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, the poacher repeats her words as he strides towards her. And you are the enemy, she snaps, struggling with the words, as the sedative is already staring to take effect. Nothing but a petty thief, he snarls. Calling him a “thief of nations,” the girl passes out. The other poacher who made the lewd comment about the girl before observes amused that she played him against the stereotype.
The other men leave, chasing Ororo, leaving only him behind with the unconscious girl.
He turns towards the girl, beginning to undo his belt. “Once you go black…” Suddenly, somebody touches his shoulder and he turns around.
A little later, a teenage boy, dressed only in a loincloth, leaves the unconscious man behind and carries the girl somewhere safe to sleep off the sedative. He begins to follow the other men’s trail.
Ororo is still running for her life, trying to evade the darts shot at her. Panicked, she thinks that she doesn’t want to die like this, a thief and not be able to see her parents on the other side. Then the winds lift her as a thunderstorm starts. Terrified, she flies, but loses concentration as another dart rushes past her.
The boy has reached the hunting party and takes out the last man. Ororo is finally hit in the back and falls hard. The first poacher picks up the camera she’d been clutching all the time and calls it a shame her being reduced to being a thief. He advises her not to fight the effect and go to sleep. She will be worth a fortune.
He tells his men to rope her. He plans to keep her tranquilized and, tomorrow, he will contact the Bull. He turns around, as his men don’t react. Instead of them, he finds the teenage boy staring at him. The poacher grabs his rifle, as he demands to know where his men are. The boy tells him to battle like a man. Undeterred, the poacher warns him and tells him to leave. Still, calm the boy taunts him, asking if he is terrified of an unarmed boy. The taunt is successful. He throws away his weapon.
Drowsy, fighting to stay conscious, Ororo watches the battle, admiring the boy’s panther-like grace. Even as a boy, he is already a warrior. The boy takes out the man and turns towards Ororo. As he gently lifts her up, she asks for his name. T’challa, he introduces himself. She thanks him before losing consciousness. Calling her “beautiful windrider,” he tells her sleeping form that she is welcome. Suddenly, he finds himself facing several armed young men.


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Led by the armed young thieves, T’Challa carries the unconscious Ororo into a hut, were the thieves’ teacher is already waiting for them. He introduces himself to T’Challa as simply Teacher. His students had run ahead of T’Challa. They saw him fight well. Many of them have been injured.
T’Challa explains that the two girls were shot with certain darts. Teacher examines them and realizes they are tranquilizers. As the two unconscious girls are put down, Teacher asks why T’Challa didn’t allow the others to kill the men. Because it wasn’t necessary, the boy replies simply. As he sits down beside the second girl who warned Ororo, Teacher lectures T’Challa that, one day, not killing the enemy may become his biggest mistake. Then he will understand. The girl moans.
T’Challa retorts that, in war, leaving a single enemy alive to tell the story allows fear to spread. So they say, so they say… Teacher half-agrees, as he examines the girl.
T’Challa, who sits beside Ororo, points out that the other girl didn’t get as much poison. Calling her “Zenja” and his child, Teacher agrees, but it was still too much. T’Challa insists he should pay more attention to Ororo, who took a full tranquilizer.
Angrily, Teachers asks again why he let those men live. Men who attack girls? Men who beat children? He is strong, but far from wise. He admonishes T’Challa to always kill his enemies. Kill their children. That is how you kill the snake, because children grow up to become your enemy renewed. T’Challa looks at him wordlessly.
Noticing the boy’s injuries, Teacher offers to tend to them. T’Challa admonishes him to tend to the ones who are hurt them most. Teacher keeps him back by gripping his shoulder. He is strong for an old man, T’Challa announces. He is not strong. The boy is weakened by the battle, the man retorts. T’Challa admits he may be right as he sits down.
Is he an escaped prisoner or a thief? Teacher asks. Neither, T’Challa replies. His father was a king. Of what land? asks Teacher. Wakanda. With that one word, everyone in the room stares at the boy in amazement. Wakanda, the land of the panther god, announces the excited Teacher as he sits down opposite T’Challa. He now identifies him as the son of T’Chaka, offspring of warriors supreme. T’Challa simply replies ‘yes’ each time. Always kill your enemies, T’Challa, Teacher repeats his lesson.
Not too far away, said enemies, the men, are out for revenge. Their leader tells them that, back at the truck, he will call his brother. He will have the wind rider. He will have the legend. As soon as they get to the truck, he will radio de Ruyter. They’ll tell him about the wind rider. Now he will believe. He hopes he has a plan B another man remarks wryly. The radio is smashed. They have to get to the city’s main bazaar to get a phone. They start walking.
Back among the thieves Teacher reminisces that, according to legend, T’Chaka defeated Captain America in hand-to-hand combat. It was not hand-to-hand, T’Challa corrects him, as he stares at the still sleeping Ororo. Captain America had a shield and his body was enhanced with serum that augmented his performance. His father’s abilities and strength were natural, of his own, not manufactured in a laboratory. But how could he possibly win then? Teacher stammers. Looking at his fists, T’Challa explains that a true warrior is taught to think two steps ahead of his enemies, three ahead of his friends. Which shall he become? Teacher asks. That is for you to decide, Teacher of thieves, T’Challa retorts.
He teaches the art of survival, Teacher points out. He saw that art in the village, T’Challa snaps. He was there as the urchins stole, as they picked pockets. He saw this one – he points at Ororo – steal a wig from a woman’s head, then take a camera at the urging of another boy. He heard what sparked this? Teacher asks. T’Challa explains that Ororo robbed the men who did this, at the challenge of that other girl. What else did he see? Teacher asks. Did he see Ororo… escape? His arms crossed, T’Challa announces that, in Wakanda, they teach honor and dignity. Teacher looks at him wordlessly.
A moment later, he remarks that legend has it that the Black Panther – the ruler of Wakanda – single-handedly defeated the Fantastic Four –
T’Challa cuts him off, asking why he is so concerned with the deeds of his ancestors. Teacher explains that it’s merely conversation, combined with an old man’s admiration. A foolish man’s enthusiasm. He has studied the legends of the truest warriors. He is sitting in the presence of one who carries the blood of a warrior supreme. The blood of warriors of Bahenga to T’Chaka run though T’Challa’s veins. Does that not excite him? He is a prince from one of the riches lands in the world, from a land that has never been conquered, one that has technology that is America’s rival, that has more vibranium than could ever be imagined, that sits on oil. Yes, he is in awe. If that awe offends T’Challa, he apologizes.
He teaches children to steal, T’Challa states matter-of-factly. Angrily, Teacher accuses him of insulting an elder in his own home. In an ironic tone, he calls the boy warrior from a land that sits both on Vibranium and oil, warrior who will never know a day of hunger, warrior who finds it so easy to be condescending when he should be humble, he teaches children who have no parents how to survive in a wretched world that couldn’t care less about them. He teaches children to steal, T’Challa repeats accusingly.
Teacher looks down, possibly in shame, before asking why a prince travels as a pauper. He is on his journey into manhood, the boy explains. His walkabout, Teacher adds, before reminiscing that he made a similar journey long ago. The Panther god willing hopefully he will see as many years as Teacher, T’Challa adds graciously. Addressing the boy as T’chaka’s son, Teacher announces that as an appreciator of both intellect and science he is honored to be in T’Challa’s presence.
Elsewhere, people are cheering a muscular shirtless man, the picture of a bull tattooed on his broad chest. He stands in a kind of arena opposite him a bull and is getting ready to fight. In the meantime, a servant has answered his phone, informing the other party that they have reached the phone of Andreas deRuyter. How can he be of help? A moment later he laughs when he learns that the other man was robbed by ignorant street urchins. He wants helicopters and guns to attack children? he asks incredulously. And who should he say is calling? he asks ironically. He changes his tune when he learns that the other man is DeRuyter’s younger brother and politely asks him to hold on… for the fight is beginning.
Andreas deRuyter is ordering his people to let the bull go. Furiously, the animal attacks. DeRuyter grabs him by the horns, but the bull shoves him to the ground. De Ruyter gets up again and punches the animal hard. It doesn’t get up again. Leaving the pen, DeRuyter curtly orders ice for his hand and knees and a cigar before he gets mad.
His servant hands him a telephone, informing him that his younger brother has said something about street urchins and a wind rider. Wind rider? De Ruyter repeats almost reverently.
Back among the thieves, Teacher assures himself that his daughter, Zenja, will be fine. Will the other girl recover as well? T’Challa asks. It is not for a warrior to worry, Teacher remarks. Even a warrior has a heart, the boy retorts. Teacher explains that Ororo will have to sleep. She took in more of the tranquilizer than his daughter.
T’Challa notices that her name is Kenyan. Yes, Teacher agrees. She is different… special in ways not even he can comprehend. She is special to the gods. Is Ororo his daughter as well? T’Challa inquires. He wishes she were, Teacher replies, but no, she is an orphan like the rest of them. They are all orphans.
T’Challa asks if it would offend Teacher were he to watch over Ororo a while? He would wait in the company of an old man who teaches children to steal? Teacher asks. That has to be below the Wakandan standard of morality. He’s sure there are no thieves in Wakanda. None at all. T’Challa stubbornly repeats his question. Teacher suggests that his presence would be of better use outside. T’Challa looks out of the window to see the young thieves stare at him reverently.
Teacher explains that they want to see the son of the legendary Black Panther. They want to see a man who has never had to steal in order to survive. A man whose country has never been conquered by any other ruling nation, T’Challa offers to talk with them, but not until he knows Ororo will be okay. As he wishes, Teacher replies. They are but simple thieves here. Not being able to feed your child is every parent’s nightmare, a problem foreign to T’Challa’s parents, he points out. He is right. He is but a teacher of thieves.
T’Challa sits down and waits. Outside, the hut the children have begun to dance, chanting his name. Ororo finally stirs and awakes, his name the first thing on her lips. T’Challa smiles.
Some time later outside, Ororo watches how all the other youngsters from Sudan, Rwanda, Ethiopa and so many other places come to bow before the boy and tell him their stories. One boy describes how he was separated from his family when he was five. Teacher saved him. The government is responsible. But no one seems aware of the crisis. No oil, no publicity, T’Challa realizes. Another boy describes how his brother died from a respiratory infection, his sister of diarrhea, other relatives of Malaria. All illnesses that could be prevented. Why doesn’t America help? He cannot speak for America, T’Challa points out.
Can he speak for Wakanda, another boy asks, a land richer than America? Can he speak for the Black Panther? Will he talk to him? Ask him if Wakanda could do more? T’Challa promises that, upon his return, he will give him a report of what he has seen and whom he has met.
Ororo watches as T’Challa tells the youngster that they have all survived hardships. That they are strong and have become warriors in their own right. She sees how the boys are in awe and the girls humble themselves the longest, crushing on the boy. Embarrassed by her own feelings, Ororo feels stupid for being attracted to him. All the other girls with a glance offer him paradise, while she decided that she would never bow before anyone but her husband as she’d expect him to bow before her, out of mutual respect. With a smile, she waves at T’Challa from a distance and thanks him, before she turns to walk away.
Teacher tells her to be back before dinner with their guest. Ororo walks away to a secret chest in the forest, where she hides her few treasures. Later at dinner, she has dressed up as well as she can. T’Challa sits a another table where Zenja is trying to come on to him, while Teacher asks T’Challa to tell them of his walkabout. Ororo asks another girl named Adai what a girl’s rite of passage to cross into womanhood is. The other girl replies that according to some it is when your cycle begins. Others say it can only be reached through the loins of a man. Sounds like the word of a man, Ororo spits back. She takes a look at two clearly pregnant girls at another table and wonders if this is the only way for a girl to reach womanhood. She watches Zenja flirting with T’Challa and gets up to walk away.
T’Challa hurries after her, asking where she is going. When she tells him she is out for a walk, to think, he offers his company. Sharply, she asks what mood he in. He replies he’d like some company. He has company, she retorts. They all want his ear. If it’s only for company, nothing more, he is welcome to join her. If it’s more than that, there are plenty of girls who are more than willing to accommodate his needs. Moving closer to her, he asks what are his needs. After a moment, they begin to walk together.
Having watched the scene, Zenja is clearly furious and feels humiliated for others to have sent that.
Ororo inquires what T’Challa wants to be when he is older. He wants to be King of Wakanda, he replies simply. Will he play his flute for her, she asks. Will she dance for him? he retorts. Is that what he needs? she asks. For now, the boy replies.


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A market in a small African village. Ororo and T’Challa make their way through the crowd. Suddenly, he addresses her and warns her that, if she doesn’t behave, he will make her clap her hands while she walks. She doesn’t understand and he explains that a thief can’t clap his hands and steal at the same time. She is incorrigible. In a huff, she retorts that, after two days together, he thinks he is the prince of Ororo, the king of Munroe. She is about to give him a piece of her own mind, but he doesn’t want to hear it at the moment.
While he gets some food, Ororo admires a stall that offers dresses and jewelry. The owner whispers to her that she and the boy look good together and suggests she let her hair down and wear those earring to impress him, then she will steal his heart as he has stolen hers. It shows? Ororo asks. The woman just smiles. After a moment, they both begin to laugh. Ororo admits that she loves the dress, but can’t afford the earrings. The woman gives them to her as a gift.
Back among the thieves, one boy notices that Teacher looks sad. The man just tells the boy to focus on his work and repeats his order when the boys asks where Ororo is and why she hasn’t shown up for two days. That moment, Teacher’s daughter, Zenja, joins them. Agitated, she asks him about the rumor that Ororo has left. Has she run away? Is that the reason her father looks so sad? He replies that, before they left, she came to him. They? Zenja asks. Who else is gone? She left with T’Challa, her father explains. The daughter of a priestess, blessed by the gods. The son of a legend, from the bloodline of warriors supreme. He gave them their blessing. He gave his blessings? Zenja repeats furiously.
Leaving the village, T’Challa asks if Ororo has ever been to her homeland. She muses that she was so young, that she can barely remember New York. She recalls her mother being afraid of America. Horrible things were happening there. He means her true homeland, T’Challa explains. No, Ororo replies, they lived in Cairo, but never went to Kenya. War killed her parents… before. Now she’s afraid to go there. Why? he asks. She explains that she is worried because of her blue eyes and her hair. What if they treat her badly? What if they welcome her with open arms? T’Challa points out. Nobody has ever welcomed her with open arms, she tells him.
T’Challa insists that one must travel to understand life, to understand oneself. One can’t stay in one place and grow. She retorts that his father is a king. He will always be welcomed with open arms. She is an orphan who steals. Big difference, doesn’t he think? What does he see when he looks at her? she asks. A beautiful white lioness, he tells her. With a smile, she asks how many women he has said that to. Only her, he insists.
They find a tranquil spot near a waterfall and set up camp there. Finding him studying her, she asks why he looks at her in that way. What does it mean when her eyes turn soft and she looks at him that way? he asks. Maybe she should ask him to clap his hands when he is around her, she jokes. What could he possibly steal from her? he asks. Her heart, she thinks to herself; her heart.
Back at the thieves’ camp, Zenja is arguing with her father. She demands to know why he favors Ororo over her. Why would he not want his daughter with the prince of Wakanda? Is he foolish or plain stupid? How could he rejoice in that half-breed leaving with the Prince of Wakanda? Fed up with her insolence, he stops her rant by slapping her. Demanding some respect, he reminds her that he is her father. Angrily, she reveals that she heard him when he thought that she was unconscious. She heard him tell T’Challa that he wished Ororo was his daughter. His pathetic wish saddens her. She should not have saved the slowest zebra, she announces, as she step out of the hut.
Elsewhere, T’Challa admires Ororo, telling her her skin is smooth all over. How would he know? she scoffs. He reminds her that he carried her to Teacher when she was injured. Right, he had his hands all over her, she scoffs. The shape of her face is beautiful, he tells her. She has a big head, she retorts. Her cheekbones and eyes are perfect. Refusing to look at him, she announces that she hates both. As he keeps on complimenting her, their faces move closer to each other.
Meanwhile, several helicopters are looking for Ororo. In one of them sit the deRuyter brothers. The younger one, who confronted Ororo and T’Challa before, looks outside and sees lightning. When his brother, the Bull, asks what is wrong, he replies ‘nothing.’ He tells everyone to be ready and warns the other men that the wind rider might be disguised again in a wig, so they should tranquilize all the women. With the exception of T’Challa, they are to kill all the male children. Him, he wants to kill himself.
Elsewhere, Ororo is frightened by the change in the weather, caused by her emotions. Why is this happening to her, she complains. They walk all day and it is fine. Then, at night, when they are alone, and he gets to close to her… Cupping her chin, T’Challa tells her to focus. It comes from inside her. It’s not fair, Ororo complains. He knows how she feels about him. She doesn’t know how he feels. He tells her to focus and they kiss. She tries to concentrate, not to let the weather reflect her emotions as they deepen the kiss. Then lightning strikes the tree under which they are sitting.
In the meantime, the deRuyter brothers and their men have reached the thieves’ camp and the massacre begins.
Looking at the destroyed tree, Ororo suggests that maybe they shouldn’t touch each other. The gods disapprove. T’Challa replies that she is gifted. Can she make this gift go away? she asks. Can she be normal like everybody else? T’Challa suggests she work with the gift not against it. She shouldn’t fight the energy within her but accept it and then control it, understand herself.
She turns away and he asks what is wrong. After some hesitation, Ororo asks how many fires he has stared. He doesn’t understand. She asks if he has been with many women? He admits to being with experience. Does that bother her? So he has loved many women? she asks. It’s not how many women a man can love, but how well can a man love one woman, he replies. She gathers some things and tells him she is going to bath. Away from him, she happily repeats the compliments he made her.
Back at the camp, the kids fight back and release some trained hyenas against the mercs. The Bull slays them, using only his hands and demands his brother hurry up finding the wind rider.
Elsewhere, Ororo has reached the river and it is raining. Almost pleadingly, she asks the rain to stop and it does. Excited, she allows the winds to lift her. As she sees T’Challa bathing downstream, she loses her concentration and drops. That was not cute at all, she decides.
Back at the camp, the younger deRyuter decides that Ororo cannot be here among them or the weather would have gone crazy by now. Holding his gun to a boy’s temple, he asks where she is. The boy replies that he doesn’t know, and if he did, he wouldn’t betray a friend. DeRuyter shoots him and asks if anyone’s memory is getting better?
Among the prisoners, he recognizes Zenja, who tricked him before. The enemy of my enemy… shall see God, he tells her as he presses the gun against her forehead. Teacher intervenes, begging him not to kill his daughter. He explains that Ororo has long gone. Zenja announces that she knows where Ororo went. Teacher tells her to hush. She retorts that he should be quiet. Is he willing to sacrifice himself, her, all of them, for her? Let the men have her and the boy she left with. He is nothing more that a traitor. The Bull repeats his question and Zenja reveals that Ororo left with a boy from Wakanda.
The Bull seems surprised at this and Zenja continues that the boy bragged that he was the son of T’Chaka, the Black Panther. Turning to Zenja, the Bull asks if he traveled with other men from Wakanda. No, only with her. The badly beaten teacher states that they are only children in a pleading tone. The younger de Ruyter brother sees a lightning bolt striking some distance away…
While Ororo is bathing, trying to become calmer, the deRuyters leave with Zenja and Teacher after having killed all the other children. Is he happy, Zenja asks her father. All of her friends dead. And they will die as well. All because of Ororo.
T’Challa is playing his flute at the campfire. Calmed by the music, Ororo enters, now wearing the revealing dress she bought at the stand, as well as the golden earrings the vendor gave her. Stroking T’Challa’s face, she asks him to give her music.
Back in the helicopter, the Bull announces that he doesn’t give a damn about the girl. He wants the son of T’Chaka, the son of his enemy. Still holding his daughter, Teacher remarks that, if he knows T’Chaka, the Bull should be wise. Fear should rule his heart. He fears no man, the Bull scoffs. Obviously, he has not met him, Teacher remarks.
Drawn out, the Bull replies that he dealt with T’Chaka in the name of Johannesburg. Arrogant man. He met him once on the outskirts of Wakanda. He refused the Bull entry. He offered him a fortune for Vibranium. T’Chaka spat in his face. Did he battle him? Teacher goads. Did he win? Where was he born? the Bull snaps. Wakanda, Teacher replies. Moments later, he is thrown out of the flying helicopter. Zenja screams hysterically and the Bull warns her to shut up or she will join him.
Was that necessary, the younger brother asks. The Bull replies, seething with rage, that Wakandans are selfish bastards. They own more vibranium than one could ever imagine but refuse to share that wealth with other Africans. The younger brother replies that he doesn’t care who kicked his butt or about Wakanda. He wants the boy dead by his own hands. The Bull warns him not to touch the boy or he will deal with him. He will not rob him of his vengeance. How badly did T’chaka beat him? he asks. The Bull warns him to settle for the wind-rider or open the door and get out of his helicopter. The younger brother gives in.
Elsewhere, the two youngster share an embrace and T’Challa tells Ororo she is in control. In what way, she asks. In all ways, he replies. Wondering if this is what love feels like, she undresses before him.
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The Bull’s helicopters fly above a small African village and finally land. Why didn’t they land closer, Andreas deRyuter aka the Bull asks his younger brother, as they and their men prep their weapons. The smaller man replies derisively that Andreas never was much of a hunter. The Bull retorts that his younger brother was never much of a warrior. “Fighting bulls, please!” the smaller man scoffs. Getting beaten and outsmarted by children, his elder brother reminds him. At least he attacks his prey head-on! A true hunter tracks his prey, the younger brother insists. When he sees a true hunter, he should call him, Anderas insults him. The younger brother returns the slight.
Before the argument escalates, another man asks how they can control the girl who manipulates the weather. The younger brother shows them a container made of Vibranium, already used by their father when he tracked a wind rider. He explains that their father theorized that, at the right frequency, Vibranium could neutralize a wind rider. He left it to him when he died. And does Andreas know why he left it to him and not Andreas? So he could become a terrorist like him, Andreas ventures, adding that their father was a deranged coward who believed in foolish things.
Another fight is about to break out, as the younger deRuyter challenges Andreas about his hatred of Wakanda. One of their men, the one who tried to rape Zneja before, goes back to the prisoner and admires the tied up girl, remarking she is beautiful and offering to protect her.
Looking at the curious villagers, the younger deRuyter refers to them as thieves and beggars and tells his men to make sure the natives don’t rip  them off.
Elsewhere, Ororo and T’Challa are still asleep, after having spent the night together. Rays of sunlight wake Ororo up and she says his name. T’Challa jumps up, instantly alert. Ororo demands to know if she looks different now, like a woman. Annoyed, he reminds her that she asked that several times last night. How often does he have to answer? She repeats the question. He asks if she feels like a woman now. Annoyed, he adds that she sounds like his mother, before moaning that he needs five minutes peace. This is why man goes on his walkabout alone.
Ticked off Ororo shouts that she hates him, causing him to mock that looking like a woman and acting like a woman are two different things.
Ororo takes her revenge by using her weather powers to start an isolated downpour on him and ignoring his orders to stop. He begins to chase her and, ,laughingly she runs off. However, T’Challa surprises her by somersaulting above and in front of her, managing to capture Ororo.
Angrily, she pounds against his chest, announcing that she hates him. Why? he asks. Because what he did last night was wicked, she replies. She didn’t like it, he asks. She admits that she had no idea that she could feel like that and kisses him. Again, she asks her question and he admits that she looks indeed like a woman. See how easy that was, she asks him, all he had to do was say it. Five minutes, he begs. Annoyed, she repeats his words in a mocking tone.
Later, they peacefully sit together. Ororo is combing her hair and T’Challa is stocking up their water supplies. She asks him what he is thinking. T’Challa admits that there is a responsibility when you are a woman’s first. There will be an unbreakable bond between them. Ororo points out that she wasn’t his first. He asks what she is thinking. Ororo turns away. She shouldn’t fantasize. He is a prince and she is a … She doesn’t say it and he finishes the sentence for her. “Thief.”
Does that disturb him? Ororo asks. He doesn’t reply. Hugging herself, Ororo explains that she stole to survive. Better to barter with this than to have to barter with her body. She knows girls who do. She isn’t like them. Her body is her temple. Bartering with the body taints the soul.
And she was taken in by street urchins, T’Challa adds. She was buried alive and was rescued, she explains. And then they found her. Thanks to them she has survived the six last years. Six hard years without a family. Is she still a thief? T’Challa asks. She is still poor, Ororo explains. She has no money, no family, no kingdom. She still has to survive. She berates herself for being a fool. She is no princess and what he said about responsibility, an unbreakable bond… she suggests they erase those words.
She ignores his protest. He has been sheltered. He doesn’t understand how hard it is for a girl to escape the horrors of this world. Ororo is one of the lucky ones. While he is in a castle, she lives among the poor and desperate. His walkabout takes him through these places, but these places are where she lives. He thinks it’s about stealing, but it’s about surviving. About not becoming somebody’s tramp and having babies. Determined, she gets up, announcing that she is filthy and has to bathe him off her skin. Mockingly, she adds he should wash the scent of a thief off his royal loins. Heaven forbid his parents ever found out…
He stops her rant, admitting she is right. Their worlds are different. That is why he is on his journey, to seek knowledge and wisdom. Maybe he can travel with her for a while. Maybe they can teach each other things. Mollified, she suggests he join her and they can talk about it. He asks her to wait so he can undress and bathe her. What makes him think she will allow him to do such things? he asks playfully. Is she always this difficult, he sighs. She’s a girl. She is supposed to be, she laughs.
Happily, she walks to the water, marveling that her emotions are now no longer reflected by the weather. Kneeling at the river, she has heard steps behind her and figures it is T’Challa. Too late, she sees the reflection of the younger deRuyter brother in the water. The next moment, a tranquilizer dart hits her. As she tries to crawl off, the man mockingly informs her that her teacher and all her thief friends from the village are dead. That’s what happens when people tick him off. She refuses to believe it and he asks how she thinks they found her. Now that they have her they can deal with her boyfriend. As they load her into the Vibranium coffin, she drowsily tries to shout a warning to T’Challa.
Another poacher worriedly asks the younger deRyuter if she can manipulate the weather from inside the coffin. A Kaffir woman inside a Vibranium coffin? the other man scoffs, before admitting that a wind rider has never been captured before. So they don’t know if it’ll work, the first man worries. DeRuyter just orders him to take her back to the helicopter and wait for him while he kills her boyfriend. The other man reminds him that his brother wanted T’Challa. As he walks away the younger deRuyter just replies that the Bull won’t rob him of his victory. Anyone who stands in his way shall see God. Within the coffin, Ororo tries to use her powers, shouting that T’Challa should run.
T’Challa is crouching over their camp, packing things. The Bull’s servant politely asks him if he is the son of T’Chaka. And if he is? T’Challa retorts. Shall he wait until he beats him within an inch of his life? the servant asks the Bull, who has just shown up. His boss replies he should keep his eye on the windrider. T’Challa assumes a fighting stance, announcing that he remembers him.
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A very small T’Challa sees the Bull lying, beaten in the dirt at the hands of his father, T’Chaka, who commands him to leave Wakanda now or be buried where he sits.
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Good, the Bull replies. Then he will understand this is war.
Back at the helicopter, the other poacher orders his servants to load the off in inside the helicopter, where the tied up Zenja is. While the man begins fondling her, Zenja asks if Ororo is inside that coffin. Is she dead? No, the man informs her.
Elsewhere, T’Challa evades the Bull’s blow. The man predicts that soon he will be the permanent guest of the Republic of South Africa. Soon, Wakandans will bow down every time they hear the Bull’s name. They will spit on his grave, T’Challa retorts.
The younger deRuyter witnesses the fight and takes aim with his rifle. T’Challa hits the Bull, who is impressed, admitting that few men have hit him so hard. T’Challa just wants to know where Ororo is. They’re not done, the Bull replies.
Inside the helicopter, Zenja slyly asks if they won’t butcher Ororo like they did her friends and her father. No, the other man replies. She is special. With a smile, Zenja announces she knows what he wants. If he is kind, she will welcome him. As he begins to clumsily kiss her, he tells her he has been to eight countries. No woman is as pretty as her.
Inside the coffin, Ororo relives the day her parents died and she was trapped in the rubble, helpless to do anything. She calls out for the gods, but they don’t answer. She is abandoned.
Does his touch scare her, the lecher asks Zenja. Tears in her eyes, she announces that she has survived more than he will ever imagine. He finds himself turned on by her feistiness. She remarks that the rope holding her arms up is too tight. If he lets her lie down, she offers to make it worth his while.
Elsewhere, T’Challa gives the Bull as good as he gets. Having momentarily beaten the Bull to the ground, he tries to run and find Ororo, but the Bull actually tosses a tree at him.
Before he can kill the boy, though, he is hit by tranquilizer darts, courtesy of his brother. The Bull begs him not to betray him. He reminds him of Wakanda’s mineralogical treasure trove. They can become rich kings.
The younger deRuyter just spits back that he disgraces the Republic of South Africa. He barely beat this young boy. He is old. Washed up. His career has been over for a decade. Now he should just sleep it off. With that he takes the unconscious boy and walks off.
Back at the helicopter, Zenja’s hands are still tied, but no longer forced above her head. Embracing the man, she asks if he will let her see Ororo. Knowing she has one friend alive would make her feel better. He refuses. Then he offers nothing for what he takes, Zenja points out. He promises to take her to Nelspruit with him and make her his mistress. In response, she bites his ear as hard as she can and then kicks him outside the helicopter. She jumps straight on his chest and then uses her tied hands to strangle him. Taking his knife, she frees herself. Knife in hand she looks at the Vibranium coffin, ominously repeating the word special…


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Zenja uses the knife she stole off the man she killed to begin prying the vibranium coffin open. She will get Ororo to feel her pain, she vows. Like her, she can open any lock. Within the coffin, Ororo screams and screams.
Elsewhere, the younger deRuyter brutally shoves T’Challa to the ground, ordering him to wake up, so he can beat him unconscious again – so he can beat him into his grave! T’Challa responds with a well-placed kick to where it hurts the most.
In the village, panicked villagers flee and some of them through carelessness cause a fire.
Having finally opened the coffin, Zenja slaps Ororo and disdainfully tosses her out of the helicopter. Ororo asks after teacher and the other thieves and Zenja angrily informs her that they are all dead, because she had to have that camera. She points to the body of one dead man, explaining that that one tried to rape her and father is dead, because … Why did Ororo come to their village?
Weakly, Ororo asks why the other girls hate her so. Because she is not special! Zenja screams. Clutching her knife, she orders Ororo to run, so she can slaughter the slowest zebra. For her father’s death… for every death she will pay. Ororo just stumbles and falls, causing Zenja to exclaim that she is pathetic. And to think her father wished Ororo were his child. He sacrificed all of them to protect her. That old fool. He only said one thing that ever made sense. Always kill your enemies.
The younger deRuyter lies on the ground, beaten. A shadow falls over him as the Bull’s servant informs him that his brother would like to have a word with him. Standing next to him, pumped full with tranq darts, yet still standing upright, is the Bull.
Elsewhere, Ororo finally desperately fights back by tossing lightning at Zenja. With the other girl stunned, Ororo becomes aware of the conflagration threatening to consume the village. Timidly, she asks for rain. Nothing happens, until suddenly the Bull tosses his unconscious brother next to her.
When deRuyter make a grab for her, Ororo panics and again channels lightning. Still standing, the Bull remarks how remarkable it is that she can do this at such a young age. When she is rested, she will be more powerful than the windrider that eluded their father.
T’Challa joins them. The Bul captures Ororo and grabs her by the throat. This is how he wins battles? T’Challa scoffs. By attacking a woman? No, the Bull retorts. This is how a weak man loses a battle. Because of a woman. T’Challa has no choice and the Bull’s servant chains them both. What about his brother? the servant inquires. The Bull chooses to leave him and to spare him. He is his brother, after all.
Later, T’Challa and Ororo find themselves chained prisoners in the back of DeRuyter’s helicopter. Why are the doing this? Ororo asks angrily. DeRuyter’s servant explains that her boyfriend is the key to Wakanda and therefore the key to Vibranium. Money, wealth, power. And she appears to have the ability to control the weather. If her emerging power can be harnessed, she could create lightning, hurricanes, monsoons, destroy enemies as well… All of that power and no need for a single silo to store a… He supposes he’d call it a weapon of mass destruction. And with Wakanda’s unlimited money and never dwindling resources, he who owns both her power and Wakanda’s technology could rule the world.
Around three decades ago, there was rumored to be another like her in the country, only the wind rider vanished after his employer’s father attempted to capture her. deRuyter orders him not to talk to her. She asked, the man replies. He didn’t want to be rude.
Ororo turns to T’Challa and wonders if she will always be hunted like some sort of animal. T’Challa repeats what the other man stated. They want to use her gifts and Wakanda’s natural resources to enslave the world. Will that be possible, Ororo asks fearfully. Where evil lives, anything is possible, he replies. Taking a hidded pin from her hair, she wonders if they will experiment on her, dissect her. Evil owns no boundaries,T’Challa replies. They want to make slaves of them, he adds.
With the men focused elsewhere, Ororo uses the pin to open the chains binding her and T’Challa. As he looks at her wonderingly, she points out with a smirk that she picks more than pockets. She owns the fire of a warrior, he admits admiringly. In her world, every day is war, she replies simply. He tells her to focus her gifts. She tries as her eyes begin to glow but slumps back in exhaustion.
Holding her, T’Challa tells her she is too weak. They will have to wait until they are closer to the ground… until they land. Ororo points out that then there will be more men like them. She will not become a slave to their wishes. She will not allow anyone else to die. He tells her that she is a strong woman. She replies that she will always remember that he made her a woman. She was already a strong woman when he met her, he replies.
From below the villagers and Zenja stare at the flying helicopter.
Was she? Ororo asks imploringly. They kiss and she feels no longer afraid. She knows that, if they fail, she will go to her parents a woman, a warrior, and not a thief.
Suddenly, another helicopter comes closer. It is deRuyter’s brother and he’s firing at them. That moment, T’Challa hits the Bull, telling him his brother is the least of his problem.
Storm hits the pilot in the face with the chain. All the while, the helicopter still being fired upon by the younger de Ruyter. In the chaos, Ororo attempts to electrocute the Bull and both he and T’Challa fall out of the helicopter. Ororo looks at them, trying to focus her powers, when the pilot swerves the chopper to break her concentration. He intends to give up to the younger deRuyter, who is still firing at them. Ororo focuses and hits deRuter with her lighning moments before the two helicopters collide. She dives after T’Challa.
The younger deRuyter falls in the wreckage, still intent on killing his brother. Ororo, in the meantime, focuses her gift. Finally, she stops asking it and demands the winds obey and manages to rescue T’Challa at the last moment.
Still in the air, the Bull reaches for them. Her eyes aglow, Ororo once more throws lightning bolts at him, while the winds brace her and T’Challa’s descent. They land amidst the horrified villagers. Seeing the conflagration around them, Ororo demands rain from the skies and gets it.
Zenja point at her with her blade, shouting Ororo is the devil. Instead of cowering, Ororo tosses a small lightning bolt at the puddle of water Zenja is standing in. She commands the other girl to run, repeating Zenja’s taunt not to be the slowest zebra.
Ororo looks at the people around her. A small girl finally walks up to her and addresses Ororo, asking if she is God. She came from Heaven. Is she God? Ororo is speechless. The girl points at the smirking T’Challa. Is he “Mr. God?” Finally, Ororo begins to laugh.
Grabbing a lockpick from her hair, she opens her chains. She and T’Challa watch, as the villagers carry the deRuyters and the servant away. Impossibly, the Bull is still alive, though with a broken back. T’Challa suggest that perhaps Teacher was right. Always kill your enemy… Ororo tells him to stop. She has seen too much death.
Later, Ororo and T’Challa pack their belongings. Ororo looks at the jewel she inherited from her mother, musing that the men had said that there was another wind rider before her. All her life, she had to prove herself worthy. She just wanted to be accepted for who she is, wanted someone to look at her normally. She takes T’Challa’s hand.
Later, the two of them are walking across a crowded market. Ororo looks at a tempting wallet and T’Challa automatically tells her to behave. With a smug grin, she asks him what she told her about talking to her like a child? She is a woman. He repeats his order, calling her “woman.” The two continue teasing each other and Ororo is sure that she has found what she was looking for. Her first true friend, her first love, the love that will outshine all the rest.