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Chapter 11

The moon hung down over the Xavier Estate that Sunday night. Kit Pryde saw the gazebo overlooking the cliff, dimly but surely. Slowly, carefully, he made his way to the white structure where Katrina Wagner was sitting, reading a large leather-bound book.

"You can read in the dark?" Kit asked."

"Ah, Kit. Ja, I can." Katrina closed her book and stood up. "Vhat are you doing here?"

"I was just wondering where you were," Kit shrugged. "John sensed you were here; please don't be angry at him."

"I'm not. It's just-sometimes I like to come here, vhen I need to be alone. Vell, alone vith God."

"Oh." Kit knew Katrina was Catholic, and that she went to Mass this morning at a local Catholic Church. Selena also told him Katrina often went to confession, especially when something was troubling her. "What're you reading there?"

"Oh." Katrina held up the large book. "Der Heiligen Schriften. The Holy Bible, you vould say in English."

"What were you reading?"

Katrina spoke something in German but sounded different than what she normally used. More formal, and archaic. "Gott does not see as man does. Man looks at the outvard appearance, but Gott looks at the heart. 1 Samuel 16.7" Katrina let out a sigh. "Did I ever tell you about-the first time I teleported?"

"No," Kit said, remembering how terrified he was that night when he phased through his bedroom floor.

"It vas during my first Holy Communion." A few of Kit's friends at his old school had been Catholic, and he'd understood that for Catholic children a first communion was a ceremony of special significance, much like his own bar Mitzvah had been. "All my life I'd looked like this. But my parents, their house vas several kilometers outside the village of Witzeldorf, and vhenever they took me into town for festivals or to attend church they'd vrap my face in bandages and bundle my tail under my dress or pants, and put mittens on my hands; they'd told people they had adopted a severely deformed child. Only a handful of aunts, uncles and cousins knew the truth about my appearance. And Father Johan, our family priest.

"Anyvay, I had turned eight, and vas about to partake in the ceremony of the bread and vine for the first time. Obviously, ve couldn't do it at the church so ve had it in a cave near my family's house. I had just received the Eucharist and drank the sanguine Christi; I felt such joy, such ecstasy. And then I disappeared in a cloud of smoke. And found myself right in the middle of Witzeldorf. In my communion dress. Without my mittens or wrappings."

Kit tried to imagine an eight year old girl with Katrina's unique appearance, in a white dress and a appearing right in the middle of a crowded German village. "Ah, was it like in the Frankenstein movie, when those villagers grabbed the pitchforks and torches?"

Katrina hung her head. "Ja. I heard cries of 'Augesflipter!' 'Teufel!' 'das Ungeheuer!'" Kit didn't know what those German words meant but figured they weren't compliments. The pain in Katrina's voice was making her accent thicker. "They chased me all across the town-through alleyvays und dark corners. I tried to evade them-and found myself teleporting again. Only a few feet at a time-until I found myself right in the middle of the church.

"There vas only vun person there-Frau Schneider, Father Johan's housekeeper. Before, vhen ve came for Mass or services, she saw me covered up, and she vas so kind, and alvays had a smile for me-but now she saw as I am me and all she saw-." Katrina stopped and buried her face in her hands. "She screamed. She'd grabbed the broom she'd been sweeping vith, and rushed at me. All I thought was how much I vanted to be back in my parents arms-and suddenly I vas back in the cave."

"That-that must have been awful." Kit couldn't think of anything else to say.

"It vas," Katrina nodded. "Father Johan, he took me aside, and he read that passage to me, and said the vhile der himmilisch Vater could see into peoples' hearts, mankind vas not so fortunate. That my appearance frightened them. I asked him why Gott would make me look like this. He said he didn't know. But that He must have a reason; that Gott has a reason for everything. Ve might not understand vhy or how, but there is a purpose for it." Katrina wiped at her cheek. "A veek later, Frau Schneider came to our house vith Father Johan. She told Mutter she vanted to see me. I came out, as I am-and she fell down on her knees, begging me to forgive her."

"Did you?"

"Ja. Vhat point to being angry?" Katrina looked back up at the gazebo roof. "But it vas then I realized, I vould have to hide for the rest of my life. Even this," she touched the holo-watch and she suddenly appeared like a normal human girl, "and the convention vhere everyone thought I vas just vearing a costume-,"

Kit was shocked, all the time he thought Katrina was enjoying herself acting out at the convention with the rest of the cosplayers. "Katrina, I'm sorry if-,"

"Nein Kit. Don't get me wrong, I had a vonderful time. It felt so good, just to be out there, as myself vithout needing either my old bandages or my vatch. But in a vay, I'm still hiding."

Kit sat down next to Katrina and took her hand in his. Maybe it was the way he felt Katrina's pain and wanted to comfort her, but he really liked holding her hand. Maybe I just have a fetish for furry blue German girls with three fingered hands and tails. "Katrina, I'm no rabbi and I'm certainly no Catholic priest. But one thing I do know. Katrina, you're kind, you have a great sense of humor, you're a heck of an RP gamer, and you make a dynamite cosplayer."

"Vhat are you talking about?" Katrina wondered. It felt good this way, to be alone with a boy and holding hands, having him sit next to her. Almost like when Father Johan had held her that day after she escaped from the mob and let her cry on his shoulder. Yet different somehow.

"What I'm saying Katrina," Kit said as he touched her fuzzy cheek, "show people that. Don't hide the wunderbar-," Kit did his best to pronounce the German word for 'wonderful,' "-girl that you are underneath your pointy ears and fur."

Katrina flashed the smiled showing her fangs. "Oh Kit," she said. As if it had a mind of its own, Katrina's tail wrapped behind Kit's neck, and pulled his face to hers. "You're so sweet." Katrina leaned in and slowly, carefully, pressed her lips against his.


Mysterioss picked up the remote and clicked off the television set. "Hey Boss man, we was watching that!" Tonya Tolansky shouted.

"Well, tough," the shape shifter replied. "You've got some new teammates arriving, and I'd like for you to meet them."

Tonya, Frieda, and Lana got up from the sofa they were sitting at and followed Mysterioss to the entrance door. The door opened, and in walked a blond boy dressed in immaculate white, followed by another boy also blond but looked more like he was cut from the same mold as Lana in a brown leather jacket and faded torn blue jeans. After them came a rather stern looking fortysomething brunette woman with a junior high aged boy dressed like the second blond but with a wool cap covering his head. The latter's feature were so fine and delicate that he could easily be mistaken for a girl.

"I'll say!" said Tonya as she walked up to the boy in white. "'bout time we got us some boys here!"

"Yeah I'll say," agreed Lana. "Can you believe this outfit's called the 'Brotherhood,' yet the only guy we've had so far is the southern reject from the Rocky Horror Picture Show?" She thumbed back at Rogue, who'd come down the stairs from his room.

"How many times have Ah told ya gals Ah hate that movie?" Rogue snarled. He'd been upstairs in his room reading the latest Stephen King Novel when he heard the door open and came down to see what the commotion was all about.

"Good of you to join us, Rogue." Mysterioss looked back at the new arrivals. "This is Mind Mistress; her two sons Martin," the older boy in the leather jacket gave a nod, "and Morgan will be joining us, as well as young Emmett Frost."

Emmett Frost looked around the house where he'd be staying-at least for the time being. It seemed nice enough-not like the Frost Family mansion, but certainly better than that loft he'd been staying at in New York.

"All right," said Tonya as she edged closer to Emmett. Emmett backed away, suddenly aware of the smell of perfume making a vain attempt to cover the foul reek emanating from this girl. "What can you'se boys do?"

Emmett turned into his diamond form. "That's it?" snorted Lana? "You turn into glass?"

"Diamond," said Emmett unperturbed as he reverted to human form. I'm also a telepath, he thought into each of their brains.

"You mean we got a mind reader?" said Tonya. "Cool!"

"Two, actually," said Martin. "While unlike Emmett I can't project my thoughts into your heads, I can read them like a comic book. For instance, I know you three girls were watching Sex in the City when we came in and you," he said as he turned to Rogue, "were reading the latest line in the Dark Tower series."

Rogue just scowled. "Next y'all want to look into my mind," he snarled at both Emmett and Martin, "ask."

"I can also do this. Martin gave a twirling gesture with his left hand and suddenly a cloud of spiders appeared all over Rogue. "Get 'em off of me!" Rogue shouted while he swatted at the crawling arachnids-he hated spiders. "Get em' off-," Martin waved his hand again, and the spiders disappeared.

"Simply an illusion," the blonde telepath said, "which is my other ability."

"They were no illusion!" Rogue shouted. "Ah felt them!"

"Simply an example of how real I can make them," Martin grinned.

"Okay, now what about you?" Lana asked Morgan. "What can you do little guy?"

Morgan just scowled at them. Mind Mistress sighed. "He gets like this, she said as he took off his wool cap revealing a head of hair that was thick and curly-and bright pink.

The girls all guffawed; even Rogue snorted a little. "They sent you here because you've got pink hair?"

"There's a lot more to it, I'm afraid." Mind Mistress removed Morgan's leather jacket to reveal a pair of bright, multi-colored butterfly wings.

Now Tonya broke into peals of laughter. "You're a freakin' fairy?"

In an almost soprano voice the previously quiet Morgan shouted, "Don't call me a fairy!" With surprising quickness, he grabbed Tonya by the collar of her shirt and flew up near the ceiling. Hovering in mid-air, Morgan let go with his left hand, and blew some strange pink dust from his palm into Tonya's face.

"Hey! Hey!" Tonya shouted as she looked down. "How'd we get over the Grand Canyon!" Morgan just smiled as he let Tonya go and she shrieked "NOOOOOOO!" until she landed with a THUD! On her butt. "Hey, what just happened," she said as she found herself back in the living room. "I was fallin into the Grand Canyon, I was!"

"Merely a hallucination," Mind Mistress said with no small amount of pride in her voice. "They tend to vary, depending on Morgan's moods, although they're usually the frightening kind."

"Indeed," replied Mysterioss. These three boys all looked like they could be very useful. "You must tell me more tonight, Mind Mistress. We have much to talk about."

"Indeed we do, Raymond."


Few who knew Ms. Logan would have thought she'd be the type to get excited a high school girl's basketball game.

"C'mon kid!" she cried as she saw her boyfriend's niece, an average sized African American girl with unusual blonde hair just past her shoulders, grab the ball after the opposing team had made a basket, gaining the lead of 82 to 81, with less than two minutes to play. "C'mon, Daniels!" Over here!" One of Yvonne Daniels' teammates, a tall, slender girl with silver white hair, was calling from just below the basket. Yvonne passed, and the girl grabbed the ball. Turning with what seemed remarkable speed the silver haired girl jumped up and tossed the ball.

And missed.

The entire crowd in the bleachers was roaring at the girls; the one calm person amidst the mob of spectators, sitting with his girlfriend, his sister, and brother in law was Orion Munro. "You know, you could be showing a little emotion here," Gregory Daniels told him. "I swear, you would stay calm in an earthquake."

"Which is precisely when on should be calm," Orion replied. "Besides, I doubt the girls would appreciate having their game ruined by a tornado."

"Point taken," Gregory replied, then turned back to the game. The silver haired girl who'd failed the last shot had just grabbed the ball and was heading back down the court with less than one minute left to play.

"Pietra!" the girls' coach cried. "Pietra, pass to Yvonne. Do it now!" The girl's pretty face turned up in a scowl as reluctantly she passed the ball to Yvonne.

"C'mon Yvonne!" her parents cried. "Shoot! Shoot!" Even Orion joined in, doing his best to cheer for his niece while holding his emotions in check.

All eyes on her, Yvonne Daniels made the shot. As she fell back, a number of bone spikes emerged from her wrist, catching her so off guard that she stumbled and fell back as she landed shredding the wooden gym floor.

None of this was noticed, as the spectators were all focused on the ball that fell through the hoop just as the buzzer sounded meaning a victory for the home team.

Just as the buzzer sounded, Yvonne Daniels retracted the spikes into her wrists. Had anybody seen her? She assumed the worst as all her teammates began crowding around her.

"Congratulations, Yvonne!" Coach Fenton cried as Yvonne's teammates lifted her off the ground and carried her before the crowd, the people cheering and even the opposing team coming to congratulate her. Yvonne basked in the glory, forgetting the incident just a second before. This was her moment, her time. Besides, nobody had noticed.

Except for her uncle.


Inside the girls' locker room, Yvonne had just finished changing out of her uniform. "Hey, great game girl," Delilah Hendricks, one of the team's guard said, patting Yvonne on the back.

"Thanks," Yvonne replied.

"Hogging all the glory, huh?" Yvonne looked to see Pietra Maximoff, dressed like she was about to go out for the evening. "I should have just made the shot myself."

"Hey, that was a great pass," said Yvonne, willing to give credit where it was due, "but there's no way you could have made it down the court in time." Yvonne turned to close her locker-and blinked to see Pietra right in front of her.

"Girl, I've got moves you can't even imagine," the white haired girl sniped. "And I'm tired of holding back just to make gals like you look good." She sneered. "Or is this your way of paying me back for Derek?"

Yvonne did her best to steel her face. Six months ago she had started to date Derek Peters, a very popular senior. It had gone very well, yet when school started Derek started pressuring Yvonne to have sex and Yvonne didn't feel she was ready for that yet. After weeks of pestering her Derek backed down, but when he took her to the homecoming dance Derek told her he'd need to go to his car for a bit. After waiting fifteen minutes Yvonne decided to go after him, and found him in the backseat. With Pietra. And she was giving him what Yvonne wouldn't. "Look, I'm over Derek," Yvonne said. "You're perfectly free to add him to your boy-toy collection."

Pietra shrugged. "I got bored with him. And if you'll excuse me, she said as she took out a compact and freshened up her lipstick, "I've got dates tonight." She sauntered out of the locker room, her hips swishing as she walked.

As soon as Pietra left a short, well stacked woman with long thick black hair came in. "You the only one in here?" she asked Yvonne.

"Yeah, sure."

The strange woman opened the door. "All right, 'Rion, everything's decent."

"Sometimes, I just don't understand you Westerners," said Orion Munro. The African village where he grew up, men and women often went about naked when the weather was too hot or humid and intermingled.

"Unc!" Yvonne rushed up to her uncle and gave him a big hug. "You came!"

"And miss my favorite niece's big came?" Orion chuckled. "Not a chance."

Yvonne turned to the strange woman. "So you're the Ms. Logan my uncle's been telling mom about."

Ms. Logan grinned. "Yep. And every word you're uncle's said about me is likely true; both the good and the bad."

"Ms. Logan!" Orion said, and now Yvonne was sure she saw her uncle blushing.

"Oh Unc, I'm not a little girl anymore. I know just what she's talking about."

"How much do you know?" Orion asked a mocking wariness in his voice.

"Oh, c'mon, Unc, I didn't mean it like that," Yvonne said.

"Anyway," said Orion as he sat down on a locker room bench, "remember, Yvonne, what we discussed-before?"

"Oh yeah yeah," Yvonne waved her hand dismissively. "Look Unc, I've got it covered."

"Do you?" asked Orion. "Yvonne, during the game, I saw-,"

"Okay, so it's not perfected." Now Yvonne was starting to get annoyed. "Look Unc, I like it here in New York, I don't want to pack up and move somewhere else." She extended several spikes from her wrist. "Anybody messes with me-bam!"

"Yvonne, this is serious," Orion continued. "Sometimes x-gene mutations can seriously affect you physically."

"Your hair," Ms. Logan said after sniffing, "you didn't dye it, did you."

Orion smiled. "My girlfriend has a very sharp nose."

"So what?" said Yvonne. "Who's gonna care if they see a black gal with blond hair? It's not like I have lobster claws or turning into a green ape or something."

"Yvonne, it could simply be an indicator of things to come. If you would-,"

"Look Unc, if my skin turns purple or I start farting poison gas, I'll give you call. But for now, I've got this under control so if you would just please-ah ah ah-CHOO!" As Yvonne sneezed, bone spikes shot out of her body in all directions, embedding tin the lockers, the wall-and one into Ms. Logan's neck.

The feral woman simply grunted as she pulled the bony missile out from her neck, the wound healing as soon as it was out not even leaving a scar. "You're awfully lucky you're my boyfriend's niece," she snarled at Yvonne.

Yvonne hung her head. "I'm busted, huh?"

Orion nodded. "Big time, young lady."


"You wanted to see us professor?" John Grey asked as he and Selena Summers entered the Cerebro Room.

"Yes," said Charlene Xavier. "As you likely know, Tonya Tolansky, Frieda Dukes, Lana Alvers and Rogue have been staying together at a boarding house on the edge of town."

"Yeah, so what's new?" Selena shrugged.

"Cerebro has detected three new mutants living among them." Charles Xavier. She clicked with a mouse, making the computer give a picture of each and a profile of them and their abilities.

"So they got themselves a couple of telepaths, huh?" Selena said as she leaned in closer.

"Yes. Of particular concern to me is this one called Emmett Frost." The bald woman typed at the Cerebro keyboard and brought up an online edition of the Boston Globe. "Apparently, for some unknown reason, young Emmett had attacked his father and beat him nearly to death. After he then ran away he was disowned and apparently," Xavier typed some more, and brought up a different article, "a riot broke out a week later at a mental institution where Emmett's sister was supposedly undergoing treatment for drug addiction. After the riot was suppressed, young Crystal Frost was found to have disappeared. And three days afterwards," and now yet another article appeared, "Winston Frost, Emmett's father, dies by choking on popcorn at a baseball game."

"You don't think this guy had something to do with either of those things, do you?" asked John. "I mean, his father choked on a piece of popcorn. How could he have set that up?"

"I could use my telepathy to do such a thing," said Xavier. "So could a few other telepaths I know of. You could do it yourself John, if you had the proper training. Still, Emmett's young age and the reading Cerebro gives of his current power level make that unlikely." Charlene Xavier removed the headpiece and placed her wig on her head. "I'm only telling you this so you will be wary. Remember, Lana Alvers had been selling answers to exams, and Tonya Tolansky is a petty thief."

"Not to mention what Frieda did to John," Selena piped up.

John wished Selena hadn't brought that up; he still blamed himself for how badly things had gone. And using his telekinesis to nearly give Frieda a heart attack-John didn't need to be a mind reader to see that the big girl's hatred for them was now full and total.

"Indeed," said Xavier. "I'm telling you now, if you see them at school, don't cause a confrontation. Simply be cautious. Remember, Rogue has never been in any sort of major trouble, and that we can't risk being exposed.

We understand, professor," replied John, and Selena nodded.

What Charlene Xavier didn't tell them was that the two other boys were the sons of Mind Mistress, one of the few telepaths who was nearly as powerful as Xavier herself, and had used her telepathy in the aid of blackmail, extortion, insider trading, and numerous other business related crimes. Nor that the house where the other young mutants were residing was owned by Raymond Darkholme, the principal of Bayville High School.


"Ah geez!" cried Yvonne. School had just ended and she had opened her locker to get her purse, only to find all the money inside her pocketbook gone. "Not again."

"What's up, Daniels?"

Yvonne saw Pietra appear as if from out of nowhere. "Pietra, where'd you come from?" She could have sworn the silver haired girl was nowhere near a second ago.

"That's something you should ask on the basketball court, girlfriend."

"Hey, I know you're fast." In more ways than one, you slut. "You were really busting some great moves at the game the other night."

"So, you admit I'm better than you?"

"Hey, I said you were faster, not better. I've got some tricks of my own."

"Sure." Faster than Yvonne could blink, Pietra grabbed the pocketbook from her hands. "Like getting ripped off for the second time this month. What's up with that?"

"I have no idea," Yvonne said bitterly. "After I changed the combination too!"

"Sounds like a bona fide mystery," Pietra cackled. "Maybe you better call Fred and Velma and get the Mystery Machine."

Yvonne let out a small laugh at the Scooby Doo reference. "Well, whoever it is, I'm going to catch this slime ball who's been braking into the lockers."

"Sure you will." Pietra took out her own pocketbook and removed a thick wad of bills. "But you're going to need some bait."

"Hey, thanks!" Maybe she's not so bad after all, Yvonne thought. "I'll pay you back on allowance day." The two girls shook hands, and Yvonne put the bills in her pocketbook. "Catch you later," Yvonne said as walked away.

"Not your very best day, girlfriend," Pietra laughed darkly. "You'll never catch me!"


"AAAGGGHHH!" Mysterioss heard Mind Mistress's younger son growl from the bathroom. It was the third time he'd heard the boy shrieking today after his mother left, and he wanted to see what the matter was.

Opening the door, he found the boy standing in front of the mirror, with several boxes and bottles lying to the side. "Trying to dye you hair, are you?"

"It just won't stick!" Morgan growled. The boy's hair was still pink, although not quite as bright, and now streaks of black ran through the pink locks.

"It looks quite good," Mysterioss commented. "In fact, I'd say the Goth-punk looks suits you. Besides, I've already made arrangements to have you transferred to Bayville junior high, and they are fairly lax about the dress code. I doubt you'll be the only boy there with pink hair.

"I don't want pink hair!" Morgan sat on the toilet and sulked. "I hate this, I hate all of it."

"You really hate being a mutant so bad?"

"No. It's just-I hate this stupid pink hair, and these girly butterfly wings!" Morgan took off his jacket, his wings stretched out full and bright.

Before she left Mind Mistress had had a talk with Mysterioss about how even before his mutation activated, the boy frequently got mistaken for a girl and the way it made him act out. "You're mother told me about all the things you've done before coming here," Mysterioss said. "3 counts of shoplifting, 8 of vandalism. Numerous fights all your previous schools-which was probably what caused you to get kicked out of them. I must say, I'm impressed." Morgan just looked at his feet. "But I have to warn you, I don't have the clout at Bayville Junior that I do at Bayville High were I am the principal. Those things your mother told me about-I cannot allow you to get away with that here. For the time being the humans are in charge and we have to go by their rules, or we risk getting exposed. If you get arrested if those wings show up in a strip search, the police and juvenile courts will be the least of your worries. Your mother won't be able to protect you from Magnetrix's wrath if that happens."

"I'm not afraid of that old witch."

"Then you are a stupid boy," Mysterioss said flatly. "Because I am." A softer look came over the shape-shifter's face. "Now tell me, do you hate being a mutant so much?"

"No." Morgan closed his eyes. "I always kind of knew I would be, I mean, my mom's one and so is my brother. It's just-,"

"You hate the way your mutation turned out." Morgan nodded. "Why? You can fly, and you can create hallucinations in people. So what if you have butterfly wings? There are male butterflies after all. Tell me, do my blue skin and gold eyes make me any less of a man?"

"No."

"Neither should your unique attributes." Mysterioss had been watching the HBO series Game of Thrones. In his mind the Stark family embodied the same sort of naiveté and idealism as Charlene Xavier-and in the end it was getting them all killed. But there was a piece of useful advice the Lannister dwarf Tyrian had given Eddard Stark's bastard son Jon Snow. "One day, humans will know about us. And when that day comes, which would you rather do? Hide and cower, or fight?"

"Fight." Morgan said.

"Good. Then instead of hating how your mutation turned embrace it. Armor yourself in it. Make it your strength, and it can never be used to hurt you, my Dark Pixie."


"You just don't give up, do you Unc?" Yvonne had gotten home and found her uncle with two other teenagers from the Xavier institute, and seated with her parents around the living room coffee table.

"That's because your uncle loves you, and he's concerned," said John Grey. "Heck, we all are."

"This certainly explains why you've been coming home with holes in all your shirts," said Vy Daniels. Gregory Daniels just sat quietly next to his wife, taking it all in. It was one thing to know your brother in law was a mutant with strange powers, quite another if it was your own child.

"It's really not so bad, Mrs. Daniels," said Selena. "Having special powers can be pretty cool sometimes."

"Oh yeah, Shades?" Yvonne snarled. "Why don't you show me what you've got that's so 'cool?'?"

"I-can't," Selena said.

"Selena's powers aren't exactly what you'd call indoor friendly," said John. "But here." He gave a wave of his hand, and slowly the coffee table lifted up off the floor.

Yvonne just snorted. "Whatever. But I like it here, and I'm not going to some home for freaks. Now if you'll excuse, I've got school stuff to do." Without another word, Yvonne walked up the stairs and slammed the door to her room.

Selena slumped back into her chair. "We really need to work on our sales pitch."

John stood up. "She's headed out the window!" He, Selena, Orion, and Yvonne's parents got up from their chairs to see Yvonne on her skateboard, going off into the night.


Yvonne made her way to her school, and, with a trick one of her friends showed her, jimmied open the locks. Huddling herself in a corner before her locker with the bait Pietra had given her, Yvonne whispered "Okay, sneak thief. "The spike girl is ready."

Suddenly a gust of wind rushed past Yvonne, nearly sucking the wind right out of her. The combo locks on the lockers spun, and the doors all opened.

"What the %$%%$$*%* is going on!" Yvonne cried as contents from the lockers spun around in a tornado, dropping around her. She tried hooting spikes form her wrists yet they only managed to form a massive wall around her like a cage. Suddenly the wind stopped and standing right in front of her wearing green and silver tights, was her silver-haired basketball teammate. "Pietra!"

Pietra Maximoff smiled. "Call me Quicksilver." She posed like a model on a runway. "Like the outfit? Made it myself. Took me only about a quarter second." She touched the long bony spikes in front of Yvonne. "Well, seems my old gal pal has a few tricks of her own. But as usual," she whirled around sending the spikes away and appearing behind Yvonne, "not as good as mine."

"You-you have powers too?" Yvonne asked."

"Duh. Finally." Pietra shoved Yvonne towards the lockers. "Just remember, Daniels, anything you can do I can do better."

"But why? Why would you want to rip me off?"

"Kicks! Look, when you live as fast as I do," Pietra ran off, grabbed some more purses, and dumped them around her classmate, "there aren't enough things to occupy my time. I've got to keep from getting bored. Shoplifting, breaking and entering, vandalism-I've done it all! The cops can't catch me; even that Spider-Man geek can't catch me. And you thought you could. Well," and she slapped Yvonne on the face, "wrong again!"

"Don't bet on it!" Yvonne shot several spike at Pietra, who just yawned as she dodged them. "Y'know Daniels, I think maybe you need some time to work on those powers of yours. Maybe after you get out, I can help you?"

"What-do you mean?" Yvonne snarled angrily."

"Your parents should have named you Patsy-because I'm playing you for one!" Pietra sped of out of the building, leaving a dazed and angry Yvonne laying in the midst of open lockers and scattered items. A wail of sirens sounded, and Yvonne saw two policemen holding flashlights enter the school….

End of Chapter 11

Okay, sorry I took longer than usual to update; it's just an accident with my computer caused my chapter to be erased just as I was about to finish and I had to start all over!

As you can guess, Morgan is a male version of Megan Gwynn, AKA Pixie. While Megan tends to be happy and cheerful, being a guy with a mutation like that would be terrible. And like his mother told Mysterioss, Morgan frequently got mistaken for a girl even before this happened. Boys like that tend to grow up very defensive about their manhood and many try to prove they're tough by getting into fights and engaging in juvenile delinquency.

Next chapter, Charlene Xavier bails Yvonne out of jail and she comes to the Institute. And before her next encounter with Pietra, she and the others meet Emmett and Martin at Bayville; what happens when it turns out Emmett is in most of the same classes as Selena?

And to any Germans who happend to be reading this-please understand that any mispellings and misuse of words of German are due to the fact this American is ignorant of your beautiful and glorious language, and had to use what I could gleen from the internet.