A/N: Hey, I'm back! So, I'd LOVE to thank the following for reviewing the new update: brandogriffin, ThatsNotAnOreo, TheImmortalChaplin, SarahBear35543, IAmTheStars, xme2, and habu-chan. You guys rock!

So characters I plan to introduce soon (but not this chapter): Taylor Jenson, Joseph Ramirez, and Hope Garrison will be one chapter; Robin Morrison will be one chapter; and Ellena Kaiser will be a chapter. Those are who I have planned in the near future, and this chapter will introduce William Neuromerge and Jason Galvan.

NOTE: I noticed for ages, there seemed to be a LOT of 18 year-olds and 15-year olds, so I had to change it a little. There will be clarification on that in the NEXT chapter.

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habu-chan: Thanks :D Adelheid is nice character :D

ThatsNotAnOreo: Thanks so much! I think the best thing about these mutants are the fact that we created them, yes? Thanks for readin'!

SarahBear35543: Thanks darlin :) Here it is! *cyber-air-hug*

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Jason Galvan will be age 8, and William Neuromerge is 12.

NOTE: GrooveClanHeros is a friend of mine on deviantART who helped with the translations, so much love to you!

NOTE: I changed Jason and Will a lot to fit in the story better... *involuntarily winces*

Enjoy the chapter~


Callie sat at the head of the wooden table as the children around her ate breakfast. The only one not present was Adelheid, who had insisted she needed to conduct 'business'. She had teleported away before Callie could get any clue to her meaning.

Soon, the table was covered in plates of bread crumbs and bowls with cearel dregs as the mutants grew restless.

"Are we going to do anything interesting today?" Rayne asked, sitting up in her chair. Chris looked up from the bowl of milk he had been stirring, and Antonia and Elizabeth had momentarily paused their game of chopsticks. Kristoff snorted before Callie could answer.

"As if, we never do. Like when I wanted to get katan-"

"Hey," Callie interrupted, "I didn't say you couldn't get katanas, I said not today." Kristoff rolled his eyes.

"And that was how many days ago...?" Callie glared at him before turning her attention to the other children.

"There's somewhere I'd like to visit today. A certain part of town, that's of town a few streets away, people to refer to it as 'homeless town'."

"Why would we associate ourselves with a place referred to 'homeless town'...?" Mitchell said rather haughtily. Behind Mitchell, Connor shifted uncomfortably.

"Shut up and let the lady talk," Chris said. Antonia put a hand on her mouth to suppress a giggle. Elizabeth sighed and set her feet on the table.

"The reason I want to go there," Callie said, raising her voice, "Is because someone reached out to me last night when I was asleep." Antonia quit giggling and Elizabeth retracted her feet and sat up, paying closer attention. Kristoff frowned in suspicion.

"What do you mean by... Reached out?" Everyone but Callie gasps at the question, because everyone but Callie was surprised to see none other than Adelheid. Callie merely frowns and turns to face the demon-like girl. Observing the the tiny droplets of ran on the tan faux leather trench coat, the mutant crosses her arms.

"Where have you been?" Callie demanded. The teleporter shrugs, shaking the wet, blonde hair that's plastered the her face.

"You're the telepath, yes? You tell me," Adelheid says in almost catty fashion. Callie narrows her eyes before closing them, fingers flying to her temples in the tell-tale sign of her telepathy. Both girls remain expressionless before Callie gasps as she let's go of Adelheid's mind. Kristoff picks at his nails in what he feels is a nonchalant fashion, until he finally says,

"No, really, no need to inform us mere mortals of your 'private' conversation." Callie rolls her eyes at the hint of arrogance in the tone.

"My apologies," she replies, "We just figured because your lives are so fleeting-"

"Shut up," Kristoff scowled. Rayne giggled at Kristoff's scowling expression.

"So," Elizabeth demanded, "What's the scoop?"

"It seems Adelheid has already met the subject," Callie says with a frown. The teleporter nodded.

"From what I saw, he is alone."

"Him?" Kristoff and Chris say in unison. Adelheid nodded.

"When I saw him he was still asleep in an alley. He's not very careful if you ask me," she adds the last part in an almost condescending way.

"Well," Callie defended, "I'm sure he wasn't expecting someone who could disappear into thin air without so much as a sound." Adleheid shrugs, but Callie hears a I doubt he expected anyone, come from the back of the demon-like girl's mind. Turning to the others, Callie bit her lip thoughtfully.

"Rayne, you come with me an Adelheid. As for you the rest of you, Kristoff's in charge." Elizabeth and Antonia groaned while Kristoff grinned. Chris and Connor nodded, and Mitchell shrugged noncommittally. "You know the rules, no fighting, no injuries, no leaving, and no powers." She says the last thing with such force that the children are silent.

With a puff of smoke, Callie, Rayne, and Adelheid disappeared.


The trio reappeared at the corner of a rather rancid smelling alley. Leaning against the brick, Callie touched a finger to her temple.

"He's here," Callie said, half-aloud, half-telepathically. Adelheid nodded mutely, and led them around the wall of brick to the side of an acrid-smelling dumpter. She pointed to the corner in the back of the alley.

There was a boy no older than twelve. His light brown hair was matted, and his skin was pale. He seemed to be asleep, and he was shaking.

"Nein, nehm es weg, ich will nicht, dass an mir getestet wird,"He murmured shakily. /It's German,/ Callie's voice echoed in the head's of the teleporter and telekinetic. /No, take it away, I do not wish to be tested on,/ Callie translated in their heads.

"Hör auf, hör auf, ich-" /Stop, Stop, I-/

"Ich... Ich kann nichts sehen! Wieso kann ich nichts mehr sehen? Hilf mir!" /I... I can not see! Why can I not see? Help me!/ Rayne moves forward, but Callie sticks an arm out to stop her. Rayne tries to surge once more as tears roll down the mutant boys cheeks.

"Look," she hisses, once more aloud and telepathically. Another boy has joined the mutant. He couldn't be more than nine years old.

"Cypher," he cries, shaking the older boys shoulder, "Wake up! It's all right! We're not at the Center anymore!" The other boy, Cypher, cracks open an eye that makes the trio gasp.

"Did you know this?" Callie asked Adelheid.

No, Adelheid responded. They all stare at the mutant's eyes in wonder. They are white, but that is the only part that is normal. Instead of black, the pupil was silver and metallic. Surrounding the rudimentary pupil was a thin ring of electronic looking green, and surrounding that was more silver.

"I can't see," Cypher murmurs.

"No," the little boy agrees in a hushed tone. "You haven't seen in two years." Cypher nodded.

"I had the nightmare again," he says, and the tears start rolling down his cheeks again. The little boy nodded solemnly.

"You were speaking German." He cocked his head in confusion. "I didn't know you spoke German." The mutant laughed hollowly.

"I don't," he says with bitter undertones, "It's a side-effect of the Procedure; I speak any language known to man. So many words," he says, tone quieter and more forlorn than before, "And yet my loss of vision is still something I can not even begin to describe." The little boy frowned and hugged the older boy right then and there.

"I can see for the both of us," he said. "Don't be sad." Cypher sighed, but his lips turned upwards.

"Now how can I be sad when you're so happy?" And he hugged the little boy back. "No worries, Jason- It was just an old nightmare." He was rewarded with a sweet smile. It was at the moment Callie stepped.

"Your sentiments are sweet, but you need help." Groping at the wall, Cypher stood up, a frown on his face, and Jason hid behind his legs.

"Who are you?" he called out, worry leaking from his tone.

"We're friends," Rayne called. Adelheid stepped from the shadows as well.

"We're like you. We're... different." The boy, Jason, cries out at her appearance, and a tiny hand reaches for one of Cypher's calloused ones.

"Jay?" he says, voice laced with concern. "What's wrong?"

"She's... Red." Jason replies, peeking from behind the older boy with a frown. "Will, I think they're like us.'

"Us?" asked Rayne. Jason nodded.

"Do you have powers?" Jason asked curiously. The three girls nodded. Callie looked at Adelheid and Rayne and back to the two boys.

"How would you like to join more of your own kind?"