Escape
by Starsinger
aka That Elephant sitting in the living room (thank you Amokitty). What if all the Rasputin children didn't die in the Sentinel concentration camp? Nope, still don't own them.
The mansion was on fire. Kate and Peter hurriedly rounded the kids up. Getting them out the door wasn't the hard part. The smoke was thick and Peter powered up, carrying many of the kids himself. The fire and smoke wouldn't touch him. Jennifer whimpered in her mother's arms. Andrei had managed to grab Rachael on the way out. Gunfire could be heard in the distance.
Kate glanced around, suddenly realizing that not everyone had made it out. "Peter!" she screamed, "Michael, Moira, Yana, and Stasia! They're not here!" Kate started toward the school and stopped, men surrounded them, guns aimed at them. Helplessly, they watched as the school collapsed under the weight of the fire.
Peter watched as she collapsed to the ground, unable to do anything but watch, the children around them being their primary concern. That and the guns being pointed right at them. "All right, mutant scum!" barked one of them. "Don't resist and no one will be hurt!"
Kate glared at them as they clamped inhibitor collars around her neck, tears streamed down her face as she glared at him, "No more lies, sergeant, my children are in there."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am," several others were visibly shaken by her words. They rounded them up and marched them into a waiting truck.
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I remember that day well, Ilyana Rasputin, middle child of Kate and Peter Rasputin, would recall much later. Mother woke us up. My twin sister, Moira, and I had just turned fourteen. Our brothers, Michael and Andrei, and sisters Anastasia and Jennifer were asleep as well. There was smoke everywhere, the school was on fire. The sprinklers weren't working, nor were the fire alarm. In the chaos Moira, Michael, Stasia and I were separated from our parents and cornered by a fire. Five students were trapped with us. I discovered my mutant power that night.
They were cornered, the fire flared up around them, men in masks appeared outside. Stasia started crying, they were dead.
I got so mad, those mutant haters were winning, it wasn't right. Suddenly, a bright light appeared around us and we were no longer in New York. In fact, it was very cold and we were in our pajamas.
"Mama! Mama! I saw a bright light!" a young voice announced.
"Don't make things up, Ilyana," an older female voice answered, opening the door. She gasped as she saw ten young people sprawled outside in the snow. "Nikolai, there are children out here!"
Our parents had taught us Russian, so we communicated easily with them. In my panic, I suddenly realized, I had used my newly manifested mutant power to teleport us as far away from home I could think of, Siberia. We would be safe, for now. They took us in and we collapsed, we all wondered what had happened to our family.
This will be either brilliant, or complete ship wreck, let me know what you think!
