Once again Jason had entered her mind. It was a strange sensation for Amber, to have someone else controlling your thoughts and bringing up your old memories. Still, she wasn't able to think or say that. Her mind was empty, a blank sheet being filled with past memories. Her first grade year came and went before her eyes just like all her years of life had until that point. Some things good, others bad, but they were hers and no one else's. Now things began to come at a slower pace, a sign that they were reaching the point in her life that the nightmares first began.
Memories from when she was four, then three, then two… he was getting close, Jason could feel it. Just a little bit more and he'd have the answer for her. His heart pounded and pulse quickened and he could feel the solution just a memory or so away, any second now.
BAM!
The slam sent Amber and Jason jolting out of the trance, wide-eyed and unaware of just about everything going on and around them. It took them a moment but soon they came in contact with the sight of Darren pinning Ian to the ground as the two struggled in a fight. Celia came running out just seconds after them in a dark green bathrobe and wet hair. The two could only guess what had caused this scenario. They sat there for a moment, just watching, unsure whether or not they should get involved.
Of course that was decided for them at the site of Nikki, Christina, Lenore, Kyle, Tyler, Trevor, and Tori, who was being led out by Trevor (the whole taking sides thing hadn't seemed to phase him), emerged from the mansion gathering around the fight.
Ian had managed to slug Darren in the jaw, making it seem like the teen's jaw would be permanently displaced for the rest of his life, and now there was a steady trickle of blood running down from his mouth as he punched Ian in the left eye in retaliation. They wrestled on the ground in a fierce struggle, each one trying to make the other bleed more just to show that they were stronger.
"Oh---man." Jason finally said, unsure how Amber felt towards cuss words, seeing them all out there. "Quick, get up and get yourself lost in the crowd. Hopefully know one's seen us." He said quickly and in a rushed manner before grabbing her wrist and pulling her behind him as he made his way over to the fight scene in a sly and stealth manner. Amber gave him a funny look as he pulled her along. Did he not want to be seen with her? What's up with that? Oh well, they were nearing the crowd and no one had noticed them yet. Thankfully Tyler was too busy to notice them as he pulled Darren off of Ian and Kyle was forcing Ian off of Darren.
Tyler had managed to get his arms under Darren's and was now lifting him off of Ian Alvers. He was almost standing completely when he raised his head and caught the distinct sight of his sister heading over to the group with that little punk leading her by, what he could see, the hand. Instantly the focus of his attention changed and Darren hit the ground like a rock.
Jason seemed to freeze in place and Amber couldn't figure out why. It wasn't until she looked past him did she see the reason. Her brother was walking towards them in a firm and, she could only guess, angry manner. The fact that there were people in his way didn't seem to register to Tyler as he continued to walk like there was no one in his path. He stopped a foot or two in front of Jason, breathing in heavily to try and maintain his temper. If there was one thing that the over protective brother couldn't stand, it was punks who didn't listen to him. Jason gave Amber a look that told her she should probably make herself scarce and she didn't need to have that suggested a second time. With a soft good bye she placed herself in between Christina and Lenore.
"What'd you think you're doing?" Tyler managed to ask in a calm but very low and threatening tone of voice.
"Relax we were just—"
"I thought I told you to stay away from my sister." Tyler said slowly and clearly. His eyes were narrowed and you could practically see the hairs on the back of his neck standing up on end. That is, if he was a dog and you could actually see the back of his neck under his loose brown curly locks of hair.
"You can't control what I do." Jason replied back sharply, taking a stand in defiance to what Tyler was saying to him.
"I don't care what you do. What I care about is what you don't do. That includes, staying away from Amber." Tyler said shoving Jason in the shoulder to prove he was dead serious.
"I'll be around whoever the hell I wanna' be around." Jason said shoving Tyler back with both hands instead of just one. Tyler reeled back from the force of the shock; surprised that Jason had actually stood up to him. His eyes flashed dangerously as anger boiled inside of him. He took two steps forward, pulled back on his heel, and with a great amount of pressure on his heels, he pushed off from the ground and soared through the air, directly at Jason. He slammed into him with such a great force; both of them were thrown to the ground. They crushed into the ground and slid backwards in recoil, tearing up the grass on first layer of dirt in the process.
Tyler raised a fist and brought it smashing down right in the center of Jason's face. A sickening cracking sound was heard a split second later. Judging by the blood running from his nose, Tyler had broken his nose.
"You're gonna pay for that." Jason growled between gritted teeth as he grabbed Tyler by the shoulders and kneed him in the gut. Tyler doubled over in pain and Jason took the opportunity to fling Tyler to the ground so he was beneath him this time. By now there was one giant circle of bystanders around the two separate fights going on. Everyone seemed worried, but not one of the impulsive and quick thinking teens were able to think of pulling the four boys apart from each other. They were frozen speechless statues that were too captivated by the performance before them to do anything else but continue watching. No one was sure why Tyler and Jason had gotten into a fight but there must have been a reason.
The fights were causing such a ruckus that other students by now had been woken up. Around the entire front of the mansion the windows were open and mutants ranging from ages 5-14 were watching the oldest students in the school go at it with the children of the original legendary X-men. One student even had a portable handheld M.V.C. (Micro visual chip) camera and was recording the whole scene while others took pictures most likely for their online websites. With all this attention it was no surprise that a few of the younger students went to get help, or tattle, whichever their motive was.
Down on the ground it looked like a war zone. Ian, Darren, Jason, and Tyler somehow had managed to get right up side by side and it looked like they were dog piling one another as they continued to throw punches, knee each other, and trying to force the other as deep into the ground as possible. It was impossible to tell whom the blood belonged to or where it was coming from. There was deep red liquid that was slowly turning into stains on all four faces of the boys, not to mention it was on their shirts and hands as well. Ian had managed to rip Darren's sleeves off of his shirt so they both had sleeveless shirts on. Jason and Tyler's clothes were also ripped and torn in various places.
Darren raised his hand as Ian mirrored his movements. Everyone knew what was coming next and gazed in a hypnotic fascination, wandering who would come out on top. A red light buzzed around Darren's hand as it built up energy and power. Ian's whole arm tensed up as he focused his mutant ability, directing it to his palm. Sweat and blood matted down their faces and whoever made it through the blasts would be the one to come out on top.
The two forces collided at the exact same moment as a yellow bolt of lightning hit the ground between them. The explosion was massive and hit every single fighter and by stander. Screams echoed from the students watching from their bed rooms as all of them dove for cover and shelter, convinced that they would be hit soon. The expanded ball of light and color moved onto the rest of the grounds and stopped just in front of the gardens and mansion. As the light and smoke from the eruption died away the wiped out forms of 14 teenagers littered the grass and upturned dirt.
"Those of you watching need to eat breakfast or return to your beds." Storm's voice thundered as she hovered ten feet above the ground, her hair flailing everywhere, eyes rolled back and white, and clouds quickly starting to churn and swirl above her. "The rest of you get up and get inside. Now! Xavier is going to deal with you all." She commanded and lightning and thundered appearing from the sky demanding for them to listen to her.
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"Immature, irresponsible, un called for, un welcomed, impolite, shameful, disrespectful, poor influence for the younger students. Those words do not even begin to describe how this made me feel when I received the message that the children of the best students we ever had and the current students who were asked to make them feel welcomed we caught fighting outside on the front lawn." The professor told them sternly with his eyes set and hands folded tightly on his desk as he looked into the eyes of the teenagers before him. They were crowded together in the spacious office yet it felt as small as four walls could get.
"What do you have to say for yourselves?" He asked in a cold emotionless tone. "No one? Surely one of you must have something to say on your behalf's. After all, I assume it was someone's words that lead to this childish outburst." He said and waited for one of them to dare say some poor thought out defense as to why these two fights were necessary. Still no one replied, most had their heads hung or were avoiding eye contact with him.
"No one wants to speak to me? Fine then perhaps you'll choose to be more social with your parents, and Mr. Logan for the students who don't have their parents here at the moment. After that you are to be restricted to a room with not even one other person in this room allowed. Either that or you must find a way to be together and get along, and I mean all of you. Not certain people grouped together but every single one of you. And I find that very hard to believe could actually happen." He paused, wondering if there was anything thing else he should tell them oh yes there was one more thing. "Classes are tomorrow 8 am sharp. I suggest that the children of my original X-men get their schedules as soon as possible from Ms. Munroe. Now leave." The wise and frustrated old man instructed and watched the silent parade exit out of his office not even looking at one another.
"Well that went well." Ian muttered sarcastically and was backhanded in the back of his head by either Celia or Christina, he was sure which one. Both hands were soft, somewhat small, and packed a giant punch. Yep it could have been either one.
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The digital clock in the dorm room read 1:28 pm. Though it couldn't be seen underneath all the smocks and coverings stained with paint and clay from over the years. "Inspirational" and "motivational" music or as most would call it "loud" blared from three different speakers, each one playing a different song so that the three blended together forming one song, one sea of sound, one portal away from the noises outside.
With total seclusion, Christina was in a world of her own. Her rich blue eyes were closed as she molded and worked with a mound of gray clay. The clay was as big as a small tv that was growing smaller and smaller as she pounded away at it. It was easier for her when working with clay, and sometimes while painting as well, to keep her eyes closed then have them open. That way, they only thing she saw was her finished sculpture, not a gray blob of nothingness. Already a scene was beginning to develop from block. It lacked detail, it barely had shape to it but already it was beautiful.
Thirty-two minutes later she finally opened her eyes and looked down at her creation. Still there was no detail. When she wanted to sculpt out a scene she never included detail unless it was necessary. So right there before her eyes were slim, curved figures. They were almost like silhouettes with the outline and shape seen but no details like eyes, fingers, creases and wrinkles in clothing, or even detail in the hair. They were slim, sculpted, elegant figures, she just wished the scene they displayed was the same. It was a recreation of the fight earlier that day. With four figures laying vertically at the base with a semi-circle of people around them.
She sat back with contentment written all over her face as if it was a writing on the wall. Still, it felt like something was missing. Looking down she saw Smokey curled up in a ball in his comfy little cat bed. After so many years of having loud music surround him, the gray stripped cat had become immune in a way to all of the commotion.
"Hey Smokey! C'ere kitty." She cooed softly lifting him out of his bed and placed him in her paint stained, jean covered lap. Smokey in return gave a long dramatic yawn and took his sweet time stretching each and every one of his legs before looking up at his owner. "Mmmrreeoww?" He meowed as if asking her as question as to what she wanted.
Christina just tilted her head back and chuckled. "Well, take a look. I think it's missing something." She said lifting his upper body so that he was eye level with her inanimate figurines so he could get a closer and more in depth look at it. "Whatcha' think? Got any ideas?" Christina asked allowing him to stay level with her clay creation hoping he'd have a surge of creativity and help her finish it. By then the clay was fairly firm so when Smokey swiped his claws through the figure he left perfect scratch marks without smudging or ruining it.
The fire breather pulled her beloved cat towards her, looking at his addition to her work while cleaning they little bit of clay off that had managed to get stuck in his claws. "I like it. Kinda shows how we were earlier. Vicious and ready to slice each other's heads off." She said nodded. "Forget what mom says, I'm still convinced your name should have been Piotr Da Vinci." She said naming her two favorite painters with a light laugh that slowly faded away as the sound of tapping slowly came into her hearing rang. "What the…" She mumbled as she followed the sound to her window where rocks were beginning to dent and scratch her window.
She kneeled on her smock covered window seat and pushed open the window. Only to be pelted in the forehead by another small stone. "Hey what do ya' think you're doing!" She demanded in a loud scream as smoke exited out of her nostrils at a slow threatening pace.
"Took ya long enough streaks! C'mon let's go!" Ian shouted up to her. He called her streaks due to the electric blue strips of hair on her raven black head, which were still in those side buns atop her head. She had worn it that way when she arrived yesterday.
"Where?" She yelled down seeing everyone else with him already. She hated being the last one in anything, and for this she was the last to be notified.
"You forgot already? The Brotherhood place!" Ian told her saying it a little less loudly incase someone else was eavesdropping from a hidden location. Christina rolled her eyes and sighed. "And how do you suppose I get down?" Cristina inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"I can help." Tyler offered and rose into the air. He flew lightly up to her window and hovered there. "C'mon. I promise I won't drop you." He teased lightly.
Lenore honestly didn't feel good about this. All of them sneaking out of the school grounds when they're supposed to be punished? There were easily a hundred different ways for this to result badly. They could be fallowed, someone could see them leave, someone might be watching them at this very moment, the list could go on and on. She looked down at the tiny hand she held in her own. Trevor was so young, so small, and yet his eyes held the maturity of one who had encountered a lifetime of sadness and heart ach. It made her sad to think about what might have happened in his life to make him not even speak. Trevor looked up at her and seemed to study her face for a moment, searching, searching for something.
"Can we hurry it up people? The longer we're out here the better the chance that someone will find us." Seth hissed impatient that they couldn't get moving. That was another thing he and his dad had in common, they were both impatient, had to do things in a hurry, never stopping, constantly on the go.
"All right, all right we're going." Amber said shooing them all to a side exit of the school grounds. The group of teenagers slowly waded through the sea of various plants, some were small and others were so tall that they towered over the teenagers making them feel like ants under blades of grass as they made their way to the lowest point in the gate's height.
One by one they went over the gate's barrier, some with the help of Tyler and some on their own. Amber had simply taken a couple steps back and lunged over the top. It was either the years upon years of gymnastics or her mutant ability of being able to ricochet and act like a pinball that had allowed her to hop the gate with that much ease but she was going to give her powers the glory and credit for this. It was only fair after all.
Lenore had surprised everyone by crossing over the fence. She seemed so feminine and delicate that no one had really been expecting it. But a mutant was a mutant, regardless of their personality. So every single teenager had been awed and amazed when Lenore's body began to emerge with that of a bird's. Soft and elegant brown feathers with small white dots scattered near the center of them grew out from beneath her Native American arms and slowly over took her hair so that she had a fountain of brown and white flowing down to her forearms and intermixing with actual hair as they neared the bottom. Her two lips became hard and gold as the form of a beak took their place. The three longest formed where her tailbone was finishing off her transformation. With ease she soared to the sky, a soft breeze fluttering beneath the tips of her wings. Instead of landing on the ground though, she stayed in the air looking down on the others as they also made to where Amber, Trevor, and her were already waiting.
"Wow Nore that's awesome! Remind me to sculpt and paint you later!" Christina called up to her temporarily forgetting the "be quiet" rule.
Hearing Christina shout so loudly, Seth nervously craned his neck so that he was looking over his shoulder at the school grounds. His hands were enclosed tightly around the top railing of to support his weight as he scanned the area for any sort of tip off that they were being watched. He couldn't shake the unnerving feeling. In the past he had learned to listen to this feeling, but this time he tried with all his might to convince himself that it wasn't the case. His skin grew pale as he thought he saw a rustling in a near by bush, no it was a shadow in one of the windows. Oh this wasn't good. They were out numbered! They began closing in, closer and closer, surrounding all of them. They probably had guns with them, no knowing this place it'd be swords. Yeah swords, medieval style to top it off! With ninja suits in white, no scratch that, black. There was easily fifty of them, hiding in the bushes, lurking in the trees, stowing away behind the house. Oh he was a dead man. They were all dead as far as he could tell!
"Yo Seth, snap out of it man!" Tyler said waving his hand in front of Seth's face rapidly and repetitively to try and bring the guy out of his daydream fantasy. Seth slowly shook his head, his blonde hair falling messily in front of his steel gray eyes. "Wha…what's going on?" He asked, his voice off in the distance though it was coming closer back to reality.
"You spaced out and we still gotta get over. So move it." Ian said giving him an "encouraging" shove to hurry him up. Seth just rolled his eyes at Ian impatience and jumped over the side, slightly bending the gate with him as his weight gravitated toward the ground. His power must have something to do with strength.
"Okay, we're all over. Let's get moving." Christina hurried them along. "Okay just one question…how are we getting there?" Seth asked tilting his head to the side. "Well…um…I can fly myself and one other person." Tyler volunteered figuring Trevor or Amber could easily be transported over by him. "-Or- we could always…" A smug smirk replaced the words on Ian's lips as his eyes drifted over to the assembly of automobiles belonging to their parents. "No! No! No! –No-! Bad idea! We are not doing that!…"
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"I can't believe I let you do that." Amber muttered under her breath 'I also can't believe Tyler actually fought Jason. He's gonna get it.' She added silently as they got out from Seth's dad's silver car. She had to admit, it was stylish…so sleek and smooth it probably looked like a lightning bolt when being driven. Stepping out onto the ground, her foot found its way to a puddle just below it and a splash of dirty grungy rainwater splashed on her clothes, face and hair. "Just great." She hissed through clenched teeth.
"I can't believe this is where my dad grew up." Seth said giving the place a once over. It was pretty big, but that's the only thing he'd give it. The paint was peeling if it hadn't already broken off and fallen onto what little grass there was which had long since died. The windows were musty and could easily break off with one little tap, which was more, then he could say for the hinges on the door that had rusted and were barely hanging on. The shingles on the roof were loose and several had fallen off onto the ground by then leaving tiny holes in their wake.
"We're not going in are we?" Lenore asked somewhat fearfully now that she was back into her human form. Seth was about to answer when a group of teenagers, about their age, approached them. They were gruff and ruffed up, some wearing black beanies; others had orange stones in their ears. They easily could have been gang members but they gave off mixed signals as to what they wanted.
Their leader, a girl with spiked black hair and wild died tips, in a black trench coat and scarlet red body suit approached them. "What do you X-ies think you're doin' here?" She snarled eyes narrowed in disgust.
"Hey we're –"
"I wasn't talking to you. I was talkin' to the X-ies. When I want to talk to a one of us hoods I'll speak to you. Got it?" She asked glaring at Ian and partly Christina, though not as fiercely as she did to the others. "Answer me, what are X-ies doin' this side a' town?" She asked again. "And it better be good."
"We just wanted to see inside this abandoned home." Lenore said as if it was the most innocent thing in the world.
The girl stood up straight and with a snap of two milky white fingers, her little gang surrounded the group. "You thought you were just going in there? Do you even have any idea what that place -is- X-ie?" She asked threateningly.
"Yeah it's the Brotherhood place. What's the big deal?" The words had barely left Tyler's lips when another fist came crashing into his already swollen eye.
"The big deal is that it's the home of the original Brotherhood. No one but hard core hoods have ever gone inside." She said her dark eyes narrowed fiercely. "You think you can just walk right in there and-"
"-Hey boss!"
"Not now!" She snarled to one of her gang members.
"But Lana!" The guy whined clearly desperate to have her give him her attention. Even if it was for only a few seconds.
"What!" She demanded snapping her head up to look at the boy. Cars continued too drive by without a single person seeming to car that a group of teenagers were about to get beaten up by a group of down town hooders. At least that's how it seemed.
"I know these guys." The guy said as he eyed Christina and Ian suspiciously as if to confirm a thought or memory that's been toying with him for some time, which he finally decided to announce.
"You what?" She asked sounding like he was mentally insane and they were going to send him away to some asylum within minutes.
"Check it out." He said and singled out the twins. "Doesn't the guy look like Avalanche?" He asked looking anxiously to his leader in hopes of some sort of approval from her for making this look-a-like connection.
Lana looked their way and stood absolutely still for a moment. Her intense gaze seemed to pierce into Ian's soul, to the very core of his being. Suddenly he felt as if every single secret he had ever had was out in the open, for every one to see. The teen's face began to darken at the amount of humiliation he was being put through even though no one knew it. How could one girl make him feel this ashamed to be himself? Relief washed over him like a shower of comfort when the girl finally pulled back and nodded. "Yeah…yeah he does. Is your dad Lance Alvers?" She asked with a little bit more respect in her voice as she asked the question. "And tell the truth…because I'll know if you don't." She threatened her eyes once again flashing dangerously.
Ian tried to speak, but was at a loss of words. This had never happened to him before. Why couldn't he talk? It was just sounds put into a comprehendible pattern to the human mind. So speak! He yelled at himself over and over again in his head. The longer time he took, the more he felt sheepish and embarrassed. At last he was able to manage a very awkward and unsure nod.
Everyone was still for a moment. All eyes focused on Ian and Lana waiting to see what she said in regards to that bold claim. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she finally made her announcement.
Her voice was low with a light air in it. A signal of astonishment and awe, with reverence and respect mixed in. "Well…I'll be." She breathed. "He's telling the truth." For a moment, no one said anything. The gang members stood still, some out of respect, but most out of amazement, with their jaws slackened and mouths open slightly.
"So…" One person said in a singsong voice. "If this kid is actually Alver's son. What's he doin with a bunch of X-ies?" The guy asked accusingly.
"What's wrong with us being X-ies? We're not even real X-men. We're just their kids!" Amber shouted getting irritated by the put downs about X-men, mainly because Firework was her mom and she didn't tolerate any one insulting her mom, or family for that matter.
In one quick moment the respect and admiration was gone. Deep red eyes locked onto Amber with a gaze so enraged and deadly the brunet began to fear for her life. "What did you just say?" Lana snarled her voice full of spite and hatred.
Seeing as how it was very likely she'd die in the next five minutes, funny how they've all been in this stupid town for not even two days and already most of her new friends have already feared for their lives, Amber figured it couldn't hurt to explain and clear everything up. "Black eye and I are Melissa Stewart's kids, the Native American is Gambit and Rogue's child, the blonde is Quicksilver's son, the little kid is Nightcrawler's son, and the girl with blue streaked hair is Kitty Pry—mmhm" Amber's mouth was quickly covered by Seth, who had a surprisingly strong grip, even though it looked like he was putting no pressure on his hold at all.
"They weren't really calling us X-men. They were just using the lable X-ie." He whispered hastily into her ear as scowls and angry glares mutated the faces of the teenagers surrounding them.
"So lemme' get this straight…we've got X-ies, Brotherhoods, -and- acolytes…together? By their own free will?" Lana asked, advancing towards them with a look of unbelief written across her face as plain as day. She stopped several feet in front of them, her face changing from disbelief to devastation and disappointment. "I knew this day would come…it's the end of the world as we know it!" She cried out dropping down to her knees in defeat as she starred up at the sky waiting for it to turn red then have the whole world blow up.
Ian and Christina looked around them. Most of the people that were blocking them from either leaving or going into the Brotherhood home had their heads hung in mourning, a couple were even crying openly.
"Can you say dramatic?" Christina asked her voice barely above a whisper to Ian who simply nodded his head and tried desperately not to break out laughing which would have really earned him a trip to the hospital.
"It's starting. It's starting." Lana cried in despair. Her head dropped and hung down to the ground as tears ran down her eyes. "All three teams have become like one and the twins are back together." She wailed.
"Twins? No one here is a twin." Lenore stated her eyebrows wrinkled slightly with confusion written in her rich chocolate brown eyes.
Lana jerked her head up to meet Lenore's gaze. "What are you talking about? The twins are right here." She said her voice full of emotion, a combination of misery and pity, for herself and them.
"Who, who are they?" Seth asked eager to find out if he was possibly related to anyone. Yep his ego really -was- as large as his dad's. Oh well, what could one expect?
"You really don't know? If he is really Ian Alvers then she's Christina Pyrde the—" Lana never finished her sentence as screams of fear and terror were unleashed in place of the truth she had been about to reveal. Cars started to combust into flames and lamp posts began to fall everywhere, they blocked off streets, fell in front of homes, and one crashed into the ground just missing Lana who was pulled out of the way by her right hand man and Trevor who was now safely in the arms of Amber with her fast reflexes.
"Were gotta get outta here Lana! We need to tell her!" Lana's rescuer shouted above the screeching tire wheels and screams from terrified by people who had been passing by at the moment. As another car exploded near them, the gang members took that advantage and immersed themselves in the smoke that was pouring out from the flipped open hood of what has been Pietro's prized silver car but was now a beat up piece of junk only used because it moved faster then someone's feet. Which couldn't even move now. By the time it passed they were completely gone.
Christina's electric blue eyes searched the area wildly for some explanation as to why these explosions and falling lamp posts had happened. She couldn't see and logical reason why. As she continued to search her eyes met Ian's. And for a moment the two both completely stopped. It was the first time either of them had looked at one another since Lana's outburst about the "twins". Could they really be them? The two seemed to be thinking the same thing and the puzzle pieces slowly began forming themselves together. Neither one had two parents; there were even similar characteristics about their features…
"I'm dead! I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead!" Seth exclaimed jumping up and down while pointing like a mad man at his father's car. "Oh I'm dead!" He wailed as Tyler dragged him away. "C'mon Seth we gotta' get goin. They'll have noticed we're gone by now." He grunted, as Seth seemed frozen in place, just starring at the destroyed car. "Little help here?" Tyler shouted over to Ian. It took a moment for the request to register but with a quick glance at Christina, as a promise they'd discuss this later, he went over to help. The others walked behind them. Well with the exception of Trevor who was still being carried by Amber.
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An alleyway away from the Brotherhood Home, in the shadows along the walls emerged a pair of eyes. The golden yellow in them stood out as if they were glowing in the darkness of the shadows. They looked left, then right, before allowing a pair of blood red lips form themselves on the brick wall slowly fallowed by a nose and the outlines of a face. Then little by little a head and hair separated itself from the bricks. Then a neck fallowed by a pair of bared shoulders. Elbows emerged after that, pushing the rest her the woman upper body out from the wall.
"Well?" A deep and impatient voice asked in her head. The woman raised two fingers to her ear before speaking. "I was too late. The twins are going to discover they are brother and sister, the blood link between the X-men and Brotherhood." She said no hint of emotion in her voice for she was too busy anticipating and preparing herself for the reaction about to come.
"How could you have let this happen!" The voice raged furiously. "Don't you know that if those two confront their parents about this then all four of them will have to talk with each other? Do you have any idea about the snowball effect this can have?" The thundering voice shouted and was heard only by her.
"Then we need to speed up our plans. If we don't wait to attack then they won't have time for anything." She said once again in a monotone.
"That better be all it takes. For your sake anyways."
Author's note: So there you have it the opening part to the plot, which will be part of either the next chapter or the one after it. The next one I'm planning on having some fun with and plan on just focusing on the adults and conflicts and relationships between them. Maybe even some teen/kid action too. Thanks for reading! Oh and if anyone can guess who Lana is before I reveal it, I'll be very impressed lol.
