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Mutant High Episode 2- "The Brotherhood Revealed"

Chapter 7

"The only entrance that's usually open around now is the front," Scott explained. "That and the gym door. It's never locked."

"You should tell it to him." Bobby gestured to the horribly obese man who was taking slow, loping steps toward the backside of the building.

Jean gripped his mind in hers. Her body became heavy with his weight.

"The others are headed through the front," Jean announced as she felt the man's thoughts. Freddy's thoughts. You guys go- I'll take care of this one."

Scott stopped running and looked at her. "Leave you alone? Not happening. I'll stay back."

"We can handle the rest of them." Remy gave a typically overconfident grin before he bolted off to the main entrance, Rogue, Bobby, and Ororo following.

Jean and Scott stood alone, the large, wobbling man unaware of their presence. His oversized body was almost comical given his garb- he looked like a neat little boy in a two-sizes-too-small suit going to dinner with grandma. The little bowler hat really set it off.

You don't have to do this, Jean thought.

Evidently, no matter how much she thought it, Freddy didn't agree. He turned around, immediately sizing up the two smaller students who stood before him.

And then he charged. His gait was deceptively fast, like a grizzly bear- seemingly lethargic but dangerously quick in a pinch. Jean and Scott broke- he couldn't chase them both at the same time. Unless his mutant power was duplication. In which case, they'd be screwed.

Jean could fly faster than she could run, and so she did just that. Soaring over the pavement, she scanned the landscape for a projectile- she didn't think she could lift Freddy. She'd have to send something to him. A sewer lid would work nicely.

Just like a clay pigeon. A big, metal clay pigeon.

She felt the strain in her mind as the metal disk hovered off of the ground, but it was slight. She raised a bangled hand and the lid shot forward like an oversized Frisbee, striking Freddy squarely in his obese chest.

The blow merely phased him- he didn't move a bit. Rather, his flesh seemed to suck the lid into it, as if it were some thick, muddy swamp, before it suddenly expanded again, flinging the cap into the sidewalk.

"Hey fatass! Maybe this will be more your style!" called Scott from behind. Freddy turned to face him as Scott furrowed his brow, launching his assault. The beam collided with the large man, who simply took the hit as if he were being bombarded with feathers.

"Oh shit."

Freddy decided he was done getting pelted for the day, and that it would be much easier to take Scott than Jean, who was currently out of reach. So he charged.

Jean was on it. She imagined holding Scott in her arms, and lifted. He went rocketing into the air, letting Freddy pass under him. The shock of suddenly finding himself airborne seemed to render him just as incapacitated as the collision would have, even if only for a second.

"Warn me next time you do that!"

The other four had encountered the other assailants in the front hall, just as expected. One, a platinum blonde, had vanished almost as his opponents appeared. The lone female had ascended the staircase, calmly accompanied by a small boy, hopping on all fours. This left Rogue, Remy, Ororo, and Bobby against the remaining two- Dom Petros, and a scraggly redhead.

Dom's eyes rolled back in his head, and the linoleum quaked. As a slab of earth pulled him above the rest, Ororo called a gale to carry her into the sky.

"4 on 2- we've got good odds," Bobby noted.

"Not good enough."

Out of nowhere, a blur, and a fist to Bobby's face. He went flying backwards with a scream of pain. Rogue spun around to face the lightning quick blonde boy, her gloves absent.

Remy, meanwhile, occupied himself with the redhead, who wasted no time in exhibiting his power as he revealed a gleaming silver lighter. Within seconds, the gleam was replaced with the dangerous glow of a roaring flame, hovering above his hand. The redhead laughed, and the blaze launched at Remy.

He dodged, but barley. The fire hit the ground, and turned, roaring toward him with the speed of a stallion.

Bobby managed to collect himself enough to see the danger, and extended his arm, sending an extinguishing blast of ice along with it. Before the dangerous pyrokinetic could strike again, Remy charged forward, reaching into his pocket for his card deck.

Above his head, the wind was forming a gale. Dom stood strong on his platform, but no matter how he shook the earth, Ororo was unaffected.

"John!"

The pyrokinetic, evidently called John, turned his gaze to the hovering Ororo, before he lobbed a ball of sizzling flame in her direction. The white glow in her eyes intensifying, clouds rolled in from nowhere, coating the ceiling in gray darkness, blocking the lights. A torrent of rain and wind came, dousing the flame of John's lighter, and slowing the advancing one long enough for Ororo to doge. She decided to turn in Dom's direction, slamming right into him, knocking him off his platform.

"I'm taking you down this time," he threatened as he stood up, brushing himself off.

Meanwhile, John was left defenseless against Remy, who was now dangerously wielding a six of hearts, ready to detonate at any moment.

Bobby and Rogue, meanwhile, had teamed up to take down the mutant speedster- a difficult task, as each time they stood, a leg would come flying, tripping them again.

Needless to say, Bobby was getting very tired of landing on the floor, especially as Ororo's downpour coated it with water.

Of course, the water also made for a slick surface, perfect for halting runners, and he used it to his advantage. Pressing his hands forward, the water around him froze, turning into a thin layer of ice- perfect for tripping up the blonde. As soon as he collapsed to the ground, Bobby leaped on him, a club of solid ice forming in his hands.

"I'm going after the others!" Rogue announced, bolting up the staircase that the girl and the young boy had ascended.

Dom, meanwhile, began to shake the earth.

Jean's energy was wearing. She and Scott were the mice in this game, and they were no closer to taking down the blubberous behemoth that was their opponent.

Scott fired another futile blast. Like all the others, it bounced off harmlessly, like a quarter on the sheets of an army cot.

But then! Relief appeared through the back door. Rogue came spilling out, confused as to how she got there. But there was no time.

Rogue. It's Jean. We can't hurt him- maybe you can. Knock him out.

Blast after blast. Scott's attacks did nothing to Freddy Dukes. But they did keep him occupied- he didn't even notice the girl sneaking up behind him until she leapt up on his shoulders, grabbing his face with her bare hands. He let out a roar of pain and shook, trying to pry her loose. Rogue was unrelenting- her fingernails dug into Freddy's face until he could endure no more and wheeled face first into the asphalt.

Rogue stood, pleased with herself. Jean descended, finally feeling safe, and made her way towards Rogue.

"There are more inside!" Rogue explained. "I was goin' after two of 'em, but somehow, the stairs ended up out here! I don't get it at all!"

As if on cue, the wall of the school suddenly gave way, crumbling forward, revealing the pair that Rogue had been chasing- the girl standing defiant, the boy perched on her shoulders. With inhuman agility, he leaped towards Scott, while the girl simply directed her hand at the fire hydrant. A brilliant red sparkle emitted from her black-polished fingertips, and without warning, the hydrant exploded. One silver valve shot forward, embedding itself in Rogue's stomach. The blow caused her to bend in half, but her footing remained undisturbed. She sprang up, sending the valve ricocheting into the headlight of a parked car. Armed with Freddy's power, she charged the girl.

Scott, meanwhile, arched his head to view the airborne boy who hurled toward him. Simply, Scott focused his gaze and fired, the blast knocking the boy straight of course. Before he could strike the ground, Jean immobilized him in midair. Scott was off to help Rogue. Feeling content, Jean pulled the small boy closer to her.

He repaid her by opening his mouth, revealing a long, whip like tongue, which promptly wrapped around Jean's ankle and lifted her into the air, reversing their positions. Jean was shocked by the reversal of fortune, to say the least, but knew she couldn't afford to loose her cool. This is what Dr. Xavier and Emma had been training her for. She put her attention on the fire hydrant, now liberally releasing it's high-pressure spray through the air. Pressing on it with all her mental might, she bent the flow straight for her captor.

He jumped in the nick of time, allowing him to dodge the blast. At the same time, he dropped Jean, who was back in the sky under her own control, and ready to take on her enemy.

Scott and Rogue were struggling with the girl, however. Whatever they tried, she seemed to reflect- a strange wall of red glitter bounced Scott's beams this way and that way. Rogue was unlucky enough to catch one, though Freddy's powers had kept her from being harmed. They both knew it was Rogue who was their best chance- she had to knock the girl out. But every time one of them got close, she struck again with a shining red spark. Trees were bursting, pavement was cracking. The girl was out of control.

Back indoors, the speedster and the pyrokinetic had both finally been apprehended, thanks to a combination of explosive playing cards and Bobby, who had encased them both in ice.

The room, however, was in shambles, torn to shreds by the quaking earth and flying javelins of stone. Ororo remained vigilant. A cloud in between her hands sent hailstones at Dom. They struck him in the chest, knocking him off balance. It was the explosion from Remy that sent him reeling, causing him to pitch on the ground. Bobby advanced, ready to freeze him.

Dom was quick to react, though, and without warning, his hand shot up, directing a jagged stone straight towards Bobby. Ororo whirled around, focusing all of her emotion into a gale- Bobby couldn't get killed!

The winds hurled forward, knocking Bobby out of the way- and into a wall. Dom, however, was readying his next strike.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this, but you leave me no choice," Ororo whispered to herself. As Dom's eyes rolled and the quaking increased, a bolt of lightning came from nowhere, striking him to the ground.

The bouncing boy shot in the air, once again hurling towards Jean. Another game of cat and mouse- she was running out of things to throw at him.

How about Freddy?

She had assumed he'd be too heavy- and he may be- but there was no harm in trying. Jean lifted her arms, and the strain was instant- but nowhere near as bad as she expected. Freddy's unconscious body floated in front of her, perfectly catching a flying kick from the child she was fighting. Freddy's squishy flesh caught the blow and simply hurtled the boy back into the air, sending him crashing into the pavement below.

She turned her attention to Scott and Rogue. Remy, Ororo, and Bobby were just emerging from the downstairs stairwell. The black haired villain shot another blast of her red magic, striking the door. As it swung open, the other three mutants suddenly spilled out of a hole in the sky.

"Oh god!" Shouted Jean. Ororo was quick- she called the winds to carry her. Bobby was ready too- like at training before, he landed on a sheet of ice, building a slide to bring him to earth. Remy, however, simply fell. Jean threw her arms forward, catching him with her mind and earning an audible "ooph!" from him.

I should have let him turn into a pavement pancake, she thought jokingly to herself.

She placed Remy safely on the ground.

And then it happened.