The plan was for Faxon and Emma to enter Jesse's head together and then from there Faxon would enter his brother's head. He was going to distract Eric enough so that Emma could get Jesse away from him and then cripple his brother's powers so that he couldn't reach Jesse again.

That was the plan. It was a brilliant plan. They'll never have that plan again. But that plan was only a theory. Neither of the psionics had a clue what they were about to face.

Five people stood around the med lab focused on one person. Two of them, they were hoping would be able to save said person. The other three were just there to witness the events about to unfold. Adam would watch through monitors and vital signs readouts while Shalimar and Brennan by Jesse's side. Faxon had asked them to be anchors for Jesse and Emma, connecting the two from the psychic world to the physical. She stood behind Jesse's head with Shalimar to her right and Brennan to her left, both holding on to her arm as she rested her hands on Jesse's temple. Faxon stood off to the side, his fingers on Jesse's fore head and remaining untouched by anyone else.

In perfect synchronization the two psionics closed their eyes and embarked on a task of daring proportions. If it worked then Mutant X would have Jesse back, if it failed then three minds would be lost.

The mindscape was very much the same as when Emma had last contacted Jesse. The only difference that she noticed was that the edges of her vision was fading into black, and something inside her told her it wasn't bad eyesight.

"His mind is dying," Faxon said grimly, seemingly reading Emma's mind.

The red head looked at him her eyes wide, "What do you mean?"

"Eric can no Stützen Sie the body. He took the gemüt, but the gemüt can not exist without the body and the body without the gemüt. For Eric to use gemüt he had to keep body alive. But because you eingetragen his gemüt he had to leiten Sie ab energy to his defensiv. Herr Kilmartin's body is bezahlen den preis," Faxon explained.

Emma frowned and for a moment was very confused by what Faxon had tried to tell her. But as she replayed his words and her mind filled in the blanks, realization hit her.

"Because I found the link between Jesse and Eric and entered Eric's mindscape Eric is now panicking. And because his energy is needed to keep Jesse alive, and it's now been spilt between Jesse and defensives Jesse is dying."

"Genau."

"But what I don't understand is that the last three times I've entered Jesse's head I've gone straight into Eric's, why are we know in Jesse's mindscape?"

"Because Eric is resting," Faxon answered as he walked forward a few steps. "We must wait for Eric."

"But if Eric is resting, does that mean Jesse is here?" Emma called after him.

"He could be. Why do you not look?" was the reply before the old man sat crossed legged and shut everything out.

Emma sighed and began her search. It took her only a little while to locate Jesse since there wasn't anywhere for him to hid. He was huddled together in the nothingness, his body completely battered and broken. His blond hair look faded and dirty, the cloths he wore were little more then rags, and his breaths were shallow and slow. It was such a tragic sight that Emma felt her hart break and she raced over to him.

"Jesse, I'm here, I'm here Jess…" she cried as she took him in her arms.

Jesse moaned and his eyes fluttered open to slits, they were too swollen to open farther. His whole face was too swollen, too bruised and blood covered. "Em…ma…" he whispered hoarsely as his eyes focused on her.

"It's me, it's alright…We're going to stop him Jess…we have a plan…You're going to be alright…" Emma assured him, fighting to keep her tears from overflowing.

Jesse's eye fluttered again and he whimpered, "hur…ts…"

Emma examined his battered body and felt herself gag at the sight. His torso was a wash of jagged cuts, deep enough to show muscle, his legs were twisted and mangled with bone protruding through from the shin, and his right shoulder looked dislocated and useless as his arm hung limp.

"It is only gemüt …not his body," Faxon said from behind her, startling Emma.

Emma spun her head around to look at him, careful not to shift Jesse. Her pain filled eyes looked up into sad and shame filled ones, asking for reassurance and hope. All Faxon could offer her was a pat on the shoulder as he lowered himself into a crouch next to the teammates.

"Eric has gespürt me. He will be kommen," Faxon said. "Do not let go of Herr Kilmartin."

Emma nodded and tightened her grip around her brother.

It seemed like an eternity for Eric to show himself, but once he did, it was pure horror.

Faxon and Emma's first clue that Eric was near had come from Jesse. He had started to whimper and cry, his breath growing ragged and his body growing tense. Emma had tried to sooth him, to reassure him, afraid that he would further injure himself but Faxon had order her to stop.

"He is our only tell..." he had said. So reluctantly, Emma resolved herself to just holding him.

Eric's coming was like nothing Emma had ever expected nor seen. He came in a storm, a fast moving cataclysm of lighting and thunder with no rain. Eric himself was presented as a giant mass of lighting energy and electric power. He sent bolts of energy flying through Jesse's mindscape, many of them coming with in inches of the three huddled figures.

Emma felt her rage reach its max when a bolt came so close to Jesse it burned him. She found herself grateful for the fact that Jesse had passed out, driven unconscious by his fear and weakened state, so that this new terror would not inflict itself on him. Before she could act on her rage though, Faxon stepped in front of her.

"Eric, der genug ist. Halten Sie diese Tat auf und zeigen Sie sich. Ich bin Ihr Bruder warum Sie verstecken von mir?" ("Eric that is enough. Stop this act and show yourself. I am your brother why do you hide from me?")

The response was instant and not what Faxon had been hoping for. A bolt of lightning hit him directly in the chest, knocking him off his feet. For a moment Emma thought that was it and that Faxon was dead, but then the elder man climbed slowly to his feet, his own power radiating around him.

"Eric, das ist genug." ("Eric that is enough.") That being said, Faxon sent a bolt of light at his brother, this time knocking Eric to the ground.

For the first time since this whole thing began, Emma got a look at the man responsible, and it was like looking into the face of Evil.