Gene had been in a helicopter for multiple hours. She was strung out and unhappy with the bland, northern surroundings that were now to be called her home. She was terribly surprised she hadn’t been allowed to take her jet here, but then again was not going to engage with her father over something so trivial. It was evident his reasoning behind stuffing her into a black, nameless helicopter to Portwood. The Grimaldi’s had recently been on another anti-mutant up roar and her arrival into Monaco notoriety would have been poorly timed if her fathers jet had been reported anywhere near this school.  She had not been allowed a single cigar nor cigarette the entire journey. 

The helicopter landed in a clearing in the middle of a dense alpine forest. It was the first time Gene had ever smelt the ever-greens in real life. She had to admit that their natural scent was much more appealing than the yankee candle rendition. The force of the air that the propellers emitted caused her burqa to flutter violently as she quickly light up a cigarette while inspecting her employees handling of her very expensive luggage. She took slow drags of her cigarette, the nicotine relieving some of the pain that her withdrawal struck her with. 


The car that was going to transport her to Portwood was clearly school property. The driver’s suit held the school’s logo on his left breast pocket. She turned her head, inspecting the helicopter crew as the black fabric that uncovered her twisted and turned in the torrent of wind. Genevieve pulled down the fabric that hid her face, viperous eyes scanning her father’s crew to find her mark. Faint hisses could be heard from under the 800 thread Egyptian cotton burqa as her pythons clearly personified the stress of the withdrawal. 

“Matheo.” she coldly demanded, yellow eyes narrowing in on a character who’s occupation seemed to be more with getting off the helicopter than back on. He was clearly taking his time and Gene was clearly aware of why he was so languid with the task. His head reared with a sense of fear as she spoke his name. She, currently, held the potential to make or break his life. 

“Matheo, my love, come here….” She murmured, the mouthing of the words apparently vivid enough for the terrified man to hesitantly approach her. 


Together they walked a several meters from the helicopter. The mighty winds that the machine blew phazed the content of their conversation out from the others that continued with their task. She had roughly 34 different bags, excluding shoe and hat containers. She was glad the school had sent a van. 

It would have been insulting to send a smaller vehicle in her opinion. 


“Matheo, you want to join your family here, no?” She rhetorically asked, the silhouette of her figure become distorted as her babies began to hiss and curl underneath the sheet. Matheo’s eyes were paralyzed in a sort of fear. He had been her servant for many years and was aware of how calously erratic her temper could be. The withdrawal only added more danger to her mood swings. 

“Yes, mam” he replied in French, eyes locking with the woman’s own. 

She smiled at the man, turning her head to admire his shaking jaw structure as a cold hand brushed the side of his face. She reached into a small clutch on the side of her body and pulled out a yellow envelope. “Your documents, my love.”She purred

“I-I have everything you need. Transported 19 kilos of cocaine and 5 kilos of herion. My men have opened up a free trading port to the states as well to perpetuate the supply.”

“I am so glad you understand your citizenship ends when my supply does!” She complimented, smiling with a cynical brightness as the man’s eyes failed to reach her’s. “Here, take this. There is a cellphone in the envelope as well. The second you disappoint me, the second your entire family gets deported. Understand, my love?”

“Yes, mam” He nodded, grabbing the package like a starved animal at a bite of flesh. 


She gave him a kiss on the mouth, brushing away an suspicious ideas with that of an affair and calmly walking away from the fellow who scuttled after her to aid her into the car. 

The ride was long but she was tired, she slept the throughout the entire route. 

she arrived at the meeting spot first. there was no one else but her. She removed her burqa to reveal a 2016 summer season Moschino dress and a pair of name brand heels that cost more than the helicopter she rode in on. 


As the hours past, more and more students arrived. She did not care for their present and she found their banter as trivial as that of the servants who use to crowd her mansion.

Towards the end, a figure approached. She inferred by his strikingly angular jaw that her was clearly european, his casual, yet fashionable dressed implied he was an artistic fellow with more to offer than his meek manner suggested. He asked for a light. 

She heard a scoff. Her snakes reared their heads towards a tiny man and his violently, her viperous eyes glaring at the fellow as she laughed under her breath. “Oh, for such a tiny excuse for a man, you have such an unneedingly loud opinion.” She scoffed, abrasively brushing past him as she pulled an expo from her pocket, and held it closely to his smoke but a young girl quickly replaced the need for her tool.

“I guess we have our very own organic expo, here.” she shrugged, giving a little golf clap to the brunette who had just done all the “heavy” lifting for her. Consequently, she light her own cigarette next to the two, silently offering the human-lighter a cigarette as she exhaled a cancerous drag from her own. 

“That’s a cute party trick, mon aime” she chimed in, a tad condescendingly but all in good humour.