In which the meeting goes predictably wrong and Richard Deeds has his own plans.

Even with all her experiences. She'd hated speedsters. Speedsters typically had one plan.
"Take out the Telepath or the Mystic!"
Seeing as how the ability to control one's actions and or mind can change a battle.
They were targeted a lot.
In regards to Psylocke whenever she went up against a Speedster, she always had a Colossus or a Captain Britain to stand between her and the foe.

She had no such help this day. The boy was fast, and she couldn't calm him fast enough to
save herself. He leaped into the air brandishing his mini-bat at the taller, heavier woman.
Psylocke attempted to step back and arched her back to avoid being struck in the face.
But he was simply too quick. Although his blows were too weak to penetrate her costume.
He struck her so often and with such rapidness that she became staggered by the many blows.
She cried out and collapsed to the carpeted floor. Too stunned and shaken to do anything.

"Wimp!" Richard stated smiling looking down at his handy work.
"RICHARD! What did you do?" His mother asked.
"Dammit boy, why did you attack her? She came here to help you." His father managed.
"I don't need her! I barely need you! But you have a house, and I'm still a kid." he retorted.

Richards father looked at the barely conscious woman and was about to make his way to her.
"Leave her be. She'll be fine. Just a Lil shook up is all." The tween said glaring at his parents.
That's when his father noticed something in his son's eyes.
Richard hadn't always been a little barmy. He'd been a good kid, even after he discovered his
powers a few months ago. He wasn't a warpie kid, but an actual mutant.

"Somethings wrong with Richard!" he whispered to his wife. "Something in his eyes. E's not right..."
She looked at the prone form of the dazed heroine at her son. There was something off about. before she could blame herself for not noticing it earlier. Psylocke began to moan and stir.

She placed a hand on her head.
"ohhh.. my head. What hit me?" She said groggily.
"Psylocke! Somethings not right with him. He's got something going on. I can't say what it is!"
His father called out."
"Shut up! There's nothing wrong with me. I just don't want HER here." He said pointing the bat at Psylocke.

Psylocke pushed herself up and began to sit on her haunches. Then Richard charged again.

In which Psylocke simply tries to stand up and get her bearings...

Richard ran at the kneeling woman. Psylocke began to turn her head to look in his direction.
The quickness of Richard was ephemeral. Quick and elusive. By the time she saw his blue sleepwear
he was already upon her. He took the bat and struck her armoured head. Elizabeth collapsed back to
the floor. Dizzy stars floating about and clouding her vision. She couldn't even think straight.
She simply lay on the floor breathing hard...

Richards parents stood watching the whole thing. Which may have taken a total of five minutes.
The Former X-woman was downed and slipping into darkness. Their son running about like a cackling barmy.
"What do we do?" The father asked, "If an experienced heroine like Psylocke can't stop him, what can we do?"
"We've got to do something, quickly while he's gone. I have a plan." the mother said.

She ran to the kitchen to the drawers and searched furiously for something.
"He'll need a doctor after this but this should slow him enough." She said.
"I'll check on Psylocke while you do this." he said looking to the fallen Telepath.

As he did so, his wife took the bag in her hand and began to toss tacks onto the floor.
"I don't care how fast he is. Even he'll be stopped by physics." She whispered.
As she tossed the tacks about her husband knelt next to Psylocke who had already begun to roll onto her
stomach. Her armoured chest supporting her. as she crawled forward slightly.

"Are you okay? You took quite a few hits." he stammered taking her armoured shoulder.
"In a moment," she said weakly. "Your son is quite strong for his age. He surprised me and wacked me
silly. I've got to think of something to stop him."
"Perhaps my wife can help." he said motioning to his wife furiously tossing tacks about.

Richard returned looking to wreck more havoc on the stunned woman. As Psylocke looked at him. He charged
again. This time, however, the tacks helped slow his advance. Their uneven placement was impossible to avoid.
"AGH! What the.. OUCH!" Richard called out stumbling to the ground.
"This may be the only chance we get," Psylocke said lifting her head to look in his direction.

In Which Psylocke and the parents attempt to rally...

Psylocke now on her stomach attempted to concentrate on Richards mind. Even at a stand still, he was still exceedingly fast.

Now he was occupied with removing the tacks from his feet. Even though they slowed him down, he was removing several from his
feet.

"I must somehow lock onto his mind. Calm him enough for his parents to wrap him up." She thought.

She focused all her energy on his head just as he pulled the last of the tacks from his feet. He felt her influencing him.

He was lucky that she had given up her ability to directly control another mind.

After being mentally dominated so many times by both friend and foe. She no longer wishes to

subject another to that form of treatment. To her, it was something that she, who values personal freedom
would no longer deny to others. she had also given up access to her Psychic blasts, no longer wishing to
inflict the mental harm upon another. By doing so however she had given up a large portion of her combat
power.

But her ability to Psychically soothe another mind or to place calming illusions had helped her greatly over
her return to adventuring. Her usual tactic was to try and soothe her foes mind. This would make them
lethargic and slow. Then she could place an Illusion in their minds to placate them. Since she wasn't much
of a threat to anyone physically. This gave her an edge, allowing help to arrive, or for a foe to be placed in
a slumber. She'd hoped this is how it would go with Richard. But sometimes her plans didn't work out so
well.

"We've got to delay him while she works on his mind." His father said.
Taking up her husband's plan quickly, Richards mother called out to her son.
"RICHARD! RICHARD! What is going on with you? Why won't you talk to us?" she called out.
"Son, is it something at school? Are you being bullied? Please, we can help you!" he called out.

Richard felt Psylocke's influence growing but felt compelled to answer his parents. He allowed Psylocke
full access without fighting.
"HOW? By sticking tacks in my feet? Sending me with this costumed wimp to some school or camp?"
he shouted.
"Do you even know what's really going on with me? HUH?" he shouted. He turned to look at Psylocke still
on the ground. Then he grinned.
Psylocke had gotten full access to his mind, no longer hindered by his resistance or how fast his mind moved.
"Good Lord!" She exclaimed in shock.
For now, she fully understood the truth of the situation. With that
Richard charged her yet again. He loved his play thing, she was well protected by that costume. But he didn't
want to give up his "toy", not just yet.

Wakt!