This is my attempt to bring BooBoo back into the Marvel Universe after his portrayal of Warpath in Days of Future Past. It's going to mostly be in the Disney Descendants world. I'm also going to have Auradon reflect more American aspects as well. It won't follow The Gifted storyline as I didn't think it really went anywhere. lol

Senator Adam de Beaumont was Auradon's most prominent proponent for anti-mutant legislation in the United States of Auradon. He started out as a prosecutor, specializing in mutant crime. He then became a lobbyist for Dornröschen Industries, the leader in mutant power negating and restraint technology. With his help, Dornröschen Industries had been successful in gaining traction for government funds to go into their research to neutralize mutant powers. There had been some rumors of suspected unethical experimentation, but Adam's background in law had helped them from ever being successfully prosecuted. When he turned to politics proper, his legislation had helped not only fund research into mutant ability negating technology, but to properly prosecute those who would use their powers recklessly or criminally. He was now the Senator for Auradon City, he had grander ambitions for the White House.

He was the author of the new bill, Safeguarding Auradonians Act and there would be a grand fundraiser that weekend. Along with Dornröschen Industries, he was also trying to get their most ambitious project funded, artificial intelligence automatons that could not only detect the X-gene but adapt to capture mutants regardless of their powers as well.

It would be the biggest boon to Sentinel Services, the new government agency under the Department of Defense, still in its infancy. Adam was hoping that he could get Dr. Campbell to do a demonstration, but the head of Dornröschen Industries R & D department was hesitant to reveal the Sentinel before it was ready to go live. Adam was in constant contact with Dr. Campbell, certain he could charm the engineer to make an appearance at the gala, especially if so many millions of Auros were on the line and would fund his research.

That's how Ben Florian de Beaumont found himself standing for hours on end to get another tailored suit. It was another among many, all looking pretty much the same to his eye. He was only ever allowed to wear black or navy – almost black in certain lights – suits, so he felt they ought to save the money and have him wear one of his old ones. It wasn't as if it mattered anyway, the magazines and gossip sites only ever cared what and who his mother would be wearing.

As he looked out the window, worry marred his handsome features and his parents walked in to check in on him.

They were constantly in the public eye, they always had to make sure they were always putting their best foot forward and looking presentable.

Belle, daughter of the head robotics engineers at Dornröschen Industries, flittered about his en suite, tidying up and looking prouder than ever of her only child and son. He was just as handsome as his father and had a bright future in politics or as CEO of Dornröschen Industries, possibly both. Phillip Dornröschen had shown interest in taking in Ben as a protégé as he never had children himself, other than the one who died as a child. Ben was smart, and his future looked bright no matter the path he chose.

Perhaps she would be both the wife of one president and the mother of another.

"How is it possible you're helping me with a fundraiser this weekend? You're just a baby," Adam joked with his son, so proud to have him by his side. He couldn't be happier with his family. The Senator was never seen out of his dark blue three-piece suit, always dressing professionally. His wife in a modest but chic lemon-yellow dress.

"He's turning seventeen this year, dear," his mother playfully answered her husband, she too not understanding where the time went and how this handsome young man stood where her baby was just yesterday.

"Hey pops," Ben answered, trying to match their joviality but came up short. Not that they noticed, always thinking their family was happy and ignored any sign to the contrary.

"Seventeen? That's far too young to be helping with politics, I didn't make a responsible decision until I was…forty-two."

"Uhhh…you married me at twenty-eight," Belle reminded her husband, flicking at his shoulder at his audacity.

"Well, it was you or the head housekeeper," Adam teased his wife, referring to his childhood caretaker Mrs. Potts.

Both his parents giggled at their own joke, Ben still hadn't gathered the ability to keep pretending everything was alright.

"What suit are you being fitted for? It looks too tight," Adam inquired.

"Oh Adam, that's the style. It's modern," Belle defended her son, knowing how he hated to dress up and wanted him to feel chicer and not that he was a thirty-five year old politician in a teen's body.

"It's a de Vil, sir," the tailor answered for Ben, knowing his client didn't know and probably couldn't care less.

"Oh, I do love her designs," Belle said. "Cruella's dressed me for the last several press junkets and fundraisers. If we win the White House, I want her to be my exclusive designer. She's Auradonian, from East Riding, and very popular with the youth and conservatives. She's donated to our cause again and again."

While Adam didn't understand things such as fashion, he could always appreciate a loyal contributor and her son was Ben's friend. If more fitted suits were the rage with the youth, then he'd trust his wife's impeccable tastes.

"And Carlos is such a dear boy, how is he by the way?" Belle asked, knowing that the de Vil scion was one of Ben's best friends.

"He's fine, he touring Atlantica and South Riding. He'll be back after winter break."

"Oh, how nice. Do say 'hi' to him when you see him."

There was a pause in conversation, Ben knew he was supposed to ask banal questions such as how his parents were doing and if they had any plans for the weekend other than preparing for the fundraiser. He had other things on his mind, things that had been plaguing him for almost a year. He knew he needed to confront the issue and the longer he procrastinated, the worse it would get.

"Mom, dad…I don't want to do this fundraiser," Ben finally rushed out, confessing to his parents.

They both froze, sensing this should be a private conversation. They dismissed the tailor who quickly obeyed and left the room.

"What do you mean you don't want to do the gala?" Adam asked his son, though his tone indicated he was just giving Ben a chance to recant his statement.

Ben wasn't sure why he thought now was the time to confront his parents, but he did so he pushed through his hesitation.

"I don't believe this new legislation is right…I think it's too harsh."

There was a ton of uglier words he wanted to use: that the law was fascist and evil. But he also didn't want to alienate his parents or come off aggressive. He knew they were good people, they just let fear rule their actions. Or at least that was his hope, but the negging part of his brain whispered to him that good people wouldn't put people in collars as if they were misbehaving dogs.

Mutants didn't deserve to be hunted down like animals for simply being born. They couldn't help having an X-gene that manifested potentially dangerous powers any more than he could help being blond or born into a wealthy family.

Seeing all the power his father yielded and how he owed most of it to the de Beaumont name, he felt being born rich could potentially be as dangerous as any mutant power.

"Son, these people are capable of unspeakable atrocities. There is one who can control the mind of others, make them see their worst nightmares. Another can teleport wherever she wish. How are we to protect anyone if they can just waltz right past solid walls and do God knows what? Have you forgotten about 7/15?"

"I haven't forgotten anything, it was a tragedy, but you act as if mutants are the only ones committing crimes or atrocities. 9/11, all the world wars, lynchings, slavery; bank robbing and murders, average humans without the X-gene have done all that stuff before mutants were ever even detected."

"But not to the extent or with as much ease. Mutants are dangerous, we can't just assume they're going to use their powers responsible or with caution."

"So, we're just going to assume they're all criminals and want to hurt us? We just round them up and do what? Put them in camps?"

Although Ben didn't outright say it, his father heard the comparison loud and clear.

"Do not take that tone with me," was all the warning Adam would give his son. He had straightened up; all joviality had gone, and his eyes turned cold.

Ben had wanted to take it back, to recant and hope his father would be proud of him again. But he couldn't go back, he could only move forward, and he was tired of keeping his feelings a secret. He took a deep breath and straightened up; he wouldn't cower under his father.

"I think it's wrong…and…and I don't want to be a part of it," he got out and he did his best not to pass out. His father had always been this big presence in his life, larger than life. Before he knew any better, it never occurred to him to ever question his father's authority and it looked like no one around him did either.

Adam de Beaumont always got his way, and anything that fought back was demolished. Ben had seen his father go toe to toe with Senators with decades of experience on him, and had come up the victor.

"What I do, it's important. It's what keeps Auradonians safe," it went unsaid that Adam didn't see mutants as members of their society and therefore weren't afforded the same consideration. "It keeps this family safe, and I will do anything to keep us safe. My work also keeps a roof over our heads, and my connections are the ones that will build your future. If you're so against it, then perhaps you are also against your allowance and any financial help once you turn eighteen, including funding your education."

"Adam!" Belle cried, she couldn't believe her husband would cut off their son for one little dispute.

He went on as if he didn't hear his wife,

"This includes your car, insurance, access to your trust fund, the trust itself, paying for university. It can all go away with one phone call."

Adam took Ben's silence as a sign he knew the situation was serious.

"We are a family, we stand together. We must show a united front, else others would pounce on any perceived weakness. That means mutants," Adam had trained himself to keep his words as neutral as possible, but Ben knew the word he wanted to use, freaks, was always simmering under his father's cool exterior. "would run around unchecked, endangering hard working Auradonians who deserve a safe society. Some of these mutants are more powerful than bombs, 7/15 showed us that. It'd be a dereliction of duty to turn a blind eye and act as if they aren't dangerous. You will attend the gala, smile, and support this family. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Ben was able to say with a clenched jaw. He understood his father wouldn't accept anything other than total obedience.

Adam smiled, he always did when he got his way.

"That's good son, very good. Finish with the fitting, and then we can go to Lumière's for dinner.

Adam turned to go; Belle had looked sadly at her son but wasn't willing to intervene. She gently touched Ben's shoulder and tried to be comforting, but it didn't mean much when she would always choose Adam.

They had both left and the tailor came back in and restarted his work, he went on as if nothing had happened. Ben kept quiet and again stared out of the window, his mind looking to the future.

His father had been willing to cut him off at the first sign of disagreement.

He knew it'd be ten times worse if his father knew he was a mutant.

The fundraiser was like any other. There were too many people there with too much time and money who wanted nothing more than to keep having expensive parties to show off how much money they had. Adam and his campaign had rented out a literal castle, Auradon's richest echelon had come out to spend ungodly amounts of money for the opportunity to prove they could afford to attend. Ben wasn't even sure how many of them even cared about the bill that was up for consideration or understood the technology from Dornröschen Industries. He didn't doubt many of them held anti-mutant prejudices, but it probably only went as far as "as long as they aren't in my neighborhood." There were plenty of fundamentalists there, all acolytes of Henry Dornröschen, the one who was considered the "grandfather" of the anti-mutant movement, those who felt that mutants were a threat to human survival as a species; that they, non-mutants, either had to fight the "evolution" of mutants or perish. His son, Phillip ran his company, no one had seen Henry in years.

Then there were those who felt that anyone with that much power, no matter what it was, was a danger and had to be contained. Ben wasn't sure which his father truly fell under, but with Adam's help the two camps had created a perfect marriage.

They had the people, power, and money to create an extremely hostile environment for mutants.

Ben felt sick at being a part of it, no matter how distantly ancillary.

He plastered on a fake smile, counting down the minutes until he could politely remove himself from the party and go home. He had so much to plan, thinking of a future where he was disinherited and possibly even hunted. His father made it crystal clear that Ben's submission to his anti-mutant ideals and continued capitulation to pretend they were a happy family were attached to the family purse strings.

His father wanted him to go onto politics or to take over Dornröschen Industries, both of which were to continue his anti-mutant work, either through laws or heading the company for technology. Ben had no intention of following in his father's footsteps other than to go into law and study Mutant Rights. Hidden in his room were brochures on student aid and scholarships to Universities outside of the United States of Auradon, where they were more mutant friendly. Something someone of his status normally would never have to think about, but he couldn't count on being a de Beaumont or his family's money being there for him. After his father's first threat, he needed to live under the assumption he did not have money as he really didn't. It was never his, and the price to have access or inherit was too much. Even if he had agreed with his father, his father would never accept a mutant as a son.

He wouldn't miss the fake friends and lemmings, only there because his father was a powerful senator and his family's wealth. He wasn't even sure if he'd miss his father, the man willing to imprison, and Mickey knew what else, people simply for how they were born. He couldn't think of what his father would do to him, too painful to imagine.

He'd probably miss his mother, who was so sweet and gentle, but he also wasn't sure about where her true beliefs lay. Regardless of his love for her, she stood by her husband and supported whatever bill he tried to pass. At bottom, she felt mutants were dangerous and shouldn't be around "normal people."

Coming to the realization that he couldn't count on his mother, he had actually cried himself to sleep.

Ben felt cagey as he stood off to the side, not enjoying the gala one bit. It was just a room filled with people like his father, those who would jail mutants, or worse, for simply existing. Some because they were scared, others for profit. He wasn't an idiot, he knew that the government or private companies would embrace mutants if they could use them.

All the men were dressed as he was, in a dark tux of black or navy. Some might have had a fashionable flair of a print on their jacket or a pop of colour with an accessory, but it was mostly the women who wore the day's fashion. Not one repeated dress, and several were dripping in jewels. One had to be wealthy to even be invited and show up, ᶐ5,000 for a plate and ᶐ25,000 for a table. The amount of Auros thrown about was rather sickening, and that was just to attend. To be styled and dressed, Ben wouldn't be surprised if all together guests spent close to ᶐ100,000 when all was said and done.

He knew he should make his way across the ballroom, network and talk up his father's proposed legislation or brag about his grandfather's technology. Adam had all but threatened to cut him off just for disagreeing with him in the privacy of their home, Ben was certain that his father would do the same if anyone even suggested the de Beaumont family was not in accordance.

His parents were engrossed with doing their own networking and pitching the legislation, Ben felt he could keep holding up the wall and nursing his coke. He got lost in all the potential paths for his future, none of them like what his parents had planned for him since his infancy. Most student loans and aide depended on a student's parent's income, but there was scant information for those who had been disinherited. He contemplated taking a gap year to save up funds, or to go to Community College to get his general studies out of the way and at much less cost. He'd miss out on the traditional college experience with dorm living and parties, but he didn't think those were worth ᶐ25,000 per year, which was the cheapest figure he could find.

If he was the dutiful son that parroted his father's anti-mutant sentiments, his path through university and a career would be smooth, quick, and fully paid for. If he wanted to be true to his convictions, then all the privileges of his family and birth would go away. He also knew it was better to become independent as soon as possible rather than hope no one ever found out he was a mutant. His father would be the first to condemn him and turn him into Sentinel Services.

He was just glad he found out on his own in privacy rather than some unfortunate incident in public.

"Ben!" someone had called out to him, pulling him from his dreary future prospects.

He perked up and smiled for the first time that night, a genuine smile and not the fake ones he suffered through for the cameras and other guests, when he saw his best friend Carlos de Vil.

The de Vils were an old Auradonian family that came from old money in the fur trade. The business had evolved over the centuries to include the premier East Riding fashion empire, House of de Vil. Carlos' mother, Cruella, had taken a wealthy family and made them one of the wealthiest and famous families in Auradon. She was more than just a socialite, but a leader of fashion in all of Disneos.

Carlos' black hair was slick back and straightened for the occasion, one of the few attendees in something other than simple black. His boots, pants, and dress shirt were all black, but his jacket was white with black paisley print. Only the scion of the Queen of Fashion could get away with something with such flair, and Carlos had the confidence to pull it off.

"Carlos," he excited greeted his friend, doing a little handshake and a side hug. "I thought you were still in Atlantica?"

"You know how my mom is, go to the most luxurious beach resort in all of Auradon and leave early because she got inspired by some seashells."

"Seashells?"

"Yes, expect to see a ton of seashells, corals, and pearls next summer," he referred to the summer fashion season. "Specifically, high spired seashells. Don't mistake them for the plebian scallop shells," the sarcasm was thick, but it was still good advice when it came to dressing fashionably.

"I'll give my mom the heads up," Belle would appreciate any forewarning to coming trends. "You have no idea how happy I am that you're here," he admitted to his friend.

"Same, these things are torture, and I don't even want to be in fashion or politics," Carlos groused. He understood that his mother needed to network and that included politicians as well as celebrities, but he didn't have such ambitions. "Ivy should be the one suffering these boomers."

"Yeah, it can get pretty boring."

"It's not that it's even boring, these people are creepy a-f."

"Creepy?"

"Yeah, all they talk about is how dangerous mutants are and how they should be rounded up. It's pretty fucked up."

That piqued Ben's curiosity as Carlos had never given an opinion before.

"I wouldn't say that too loud," he warned, however.

"Yeah, I know. I totally respect your dad, but I don't think criminalizing DNA is the way to go."

"How would you handle it?"

"I don't know, but maybe the X-Men had the right idea. Have like a school for them somewhere remote and they can safety test out and learn to control their powers. There are tests now that detect the X-Gene. Just have it be part of prenatal care, parents can plan for signs of powers, and then just put them in a safe environment…voluntarily…to see what powers develop then go from there. Anyone too dangerous then have them wear dampeners, and others just live their life and maybe integrate powers into daily life. Not everyone has plans for world domination or a life of crime. There's some girl who can walk through walls and make other things intangible. Everyone thinks she'll become a bank robber, know what I'd do with the power to make things intangible?"

"What?"

"I'd de-shell seafood and eat it by the tonne."

Ben barked out a laugh, the idea so ludicrous,

"Really? Seafood?"

"Yes, I'm totally serious. Half the time I skip eating crab or shrimp because it's such a hassle and huge mess to get the meat, but it's so delicious. If I could just yank the meat out cleanly and within seconds, I'd have cholesterol problems at seventeen."

"What is this about seafood?" a gorgeous girl their age in a sapphire blue dress joined them.

"Evie!" both boys rejoiced and hugged their other best friend. She smiled and was just as happy to see them.

"It's been so long," Ben began and then regretted it as soon as he said it. Evie was too polite and never dropped her smile, but the reason it had been a while since they had seen each other was due to their mothers. More specifically, due to Belle.

Evie Malreine was the daughter of Ravenna Malreine, of the Charmington Malreines and heiress to the largest gem mines in all of Disneos. There were few who didn't know Evie and what she stood to inherit, but if they took one look at her they'd know she came from a family whose money was in precious gems.

The sapphire floor length silk gown she wore was embroidered with black silk branches and stitched with black diamonds. Her blood ruby, hand dyed, silk elbow gloves had matching shoes with rubies fastened to every available surface. On her head in her raven locks that went down to her waist, was a solid gold hair comb fashioned into a spiked crown, with more rubies at each point. Her ensemble finished off with coordinating earrings and choker.

Every gem on her person was genuine and the smallest was at least a carat, if Ben had to guess she was probably wearing enough gems to fund his father's gala by themselves.

"So, what dragged you here?" Carlos ignored the awkward moment, glad to see his friend but surprised since political galas weren't her normal kind of parties. He also purposefully didn't answer her question about seafood, as Ben was right and speaking too candidly on his views about mutants was not the prudent thing to do at an Adam de Beaumont event.

"Mother's new beau," and she didn't go into further detail.

Ravenna was notorious for her relationships, rumored or acknowledged. She had been attached to some of the richest and most powerful men in Auradon, and even one prince from the Pridelands. Unfortunately, some of those men had been married and some wives, including Belle, were weary to associate with Ravenna, and that extended towards her daughter.

They all attended the same preparatory school in Auradon City and had known each other since they could toddle. Belle hadn't minded her son's friendship with Evie when they were younger, and Ravenna had not developed her reputation yet. As time went on, and Evie became a renowned beauty like her mother, her welcome into the de Beaumont home had vanished.

Ben didn't know if his mother feared Evie's potential wiles being turned onto him or to his father, either way Belle had given Evie and her mother the cold shoulder for the past year.

"We've been summering in Corona," she made pleasant talk of her holiday. "The Lantern Festival was amazing."

Carlos went into his own stories about his time in Atlantica, and Ben realized how much he missed his friends. He hoped that if the time ever came when he was disowned, and possibly outed at a mutant, that they would still consider him a friend.

Ben was unaware that soon a demonstration from Sentinel Services would reveal how true his friends were.

Normally galas had soft music, some decent catered food, maybe some dancing, and a few speeches from the hosts and honored guests. Most of the night was supposed to be spent networking, for the Senator to speak to as many people as he could about his legislative agenda and gain as much support for whatever laws he wanted to press through.

He wasn't normally part of planning the gala, that fell to his mother, and at most his parents expected him to show up in a suitable tux and pretend they were the ideal Auradonian family. If he had been in on the planning, he probably would have attempted to call out sick.

Sentinel Services had come with new tech to show off.

Dr. Roderick Campbell was the head researcher for Dornröschen Industries, the private contractor to Sentinel Services that provided mutant hunting and power nullification technology. He was the creator of the collars that would dampen the X-Gene and render mutants powerless.

"This is the frontline tech to catch these dangerous criminals," he played off their fear and it was working as everyone in the room was riveted.

"Made from duranium and tritanium, some of the most durable metals in the world, second only to adamantium and virbranium. The Sentinels are versatile, they can climb walls and move at the speed of almost 500 km/h, with the grip strength of 15,000kPa. No matter the power, no matter the mutant, these can restrain them and keep them safely in our custody."

There were soft claps of approval, his father grinning with joy. These new robots would revolutionize the way Sentinel Services would capture mutants.

"What's better, is that with new AI it can detect the X-Gene. A mutant trying to pass as human, or cowardly run into a crowd cannot hide or use them as shields. These are programed to attack mutants, and only mutants."

That riled the crowd, which applauded even louder, and some had even shouted their approval.

If Ben's heart hadn't stopped and his face gone pale, he would have noticed several other guests had done the same thing.

The robot was like a mechanical spider the size of a cat, with several devilish red eyes that scanned the room.

Ben looked around, trying to see if there was an exit he could discreetly escape through. He wasn't ready for the world to know he was a mutant, and he certainly did not want the fall out of being exposed at his father's gala that was specifically thrown to make it as easy as possible to imprison mutants.

Dr. Campbell jumped a little as the sentinel moved from its perch, not expecting it to detect anything.

What mutant would be foolish enough to come to such a gala?

The robot creeped along the ballroom floor, with the sea of people parting quickly. There were some screams of surprise and fear, no one was expecting the robot to activate.

It stopped in front of Evie was the closest, and every guest in the castle had eyes on her.

She started to shake; her eyes turned an ethereal blue which confirmed the Sentinel's efficacy.

"Security!" Adam barked, angry that one of them would dare or even be stupid enough to invade one of his events.

"Is that really needed?" Ben interceded. "Last I heard, being a mutant isn't a crime and she was invited and paid her ticket."

If Adam had any powers, looks would kill. Ben didn't care, he wasn't going to let them hurt his friend.

"We saw her use her power," Dr. Campbell referred to her glowing eyes as he walked towards the three, standing by his robot as if it were loyal dog. "We have no idea what she did, what she is doing, we need to bring her in for questioning."

He spoke of her as if she weren't there, he felt it more important to justify his actions to the senator's son.

"That's not true," Evie's eyes still blue, the guards had paused as they were unsure of what her powers were and what she was doing. It was always prudent to be cautious around mutants. Even the Sentinel didn't move. "You arrest mutants as soon as you find them, you use existing laws as a flimsy excuse to take them in. This new law will make it even easier. Once they're in your custody, they disappear. But they don't just vanish, you take them to your compound in Auroria. You run experiments on them and are attempting to weaponize mutants."

The crowd gasped, and it hardened Ben's will. He always had a sneaking suspicion, as in the past he had tried to follow-up on the court proceedings of every mutant who had been arrested by Sentinel Services. Some had ended up in a special prison ran by the Department of Defense, an alarming number of them had disappeared with no trace of where they went.

Dr. Campbell merely smiled; he was a man who didn't care if anyone knew as he was untouchable.

And who would believe a mutant?

"Ben, that is enough. Step away," Adam growled to his son, infuriated that he would stand in the way.

"She hasn't done anything illegal, you have no right to arrest her," Ben insisted.

"She clearly has classified knowledge, and she got that knowledge via whatever her power is. That is more than enough to take her into custody. Take her," Dr. Campbell ordered.

Ben stepped in front of Evie to protect her, he wasn't going to let her disappear. Who knew what Dornröschen Industries would do to her, if she could glean information then she would be a powerful asset.

An asset against her will.

With Ben closest to the Sentinel, it perked up again and took an aggressive stance.

"Ben?" Adam had whispered, not wanting to believe what the robot was insinuating.

The guards had all gathered and weapons were raised. It was about to get ugly.

"I guess now is as good as anytime for proof of concept," Dr. Campbell said glibly, "Sentinel…apprehend."

The Sentinel no longer stood aside and had launched itself right at Ben. In the few seconds, Ben's eyes turned molten gold, chestnut fur grew all over his face, fangs distended, and his hands became claws.

The bot and Ben fought, his super strength an even match as he tore at its body and tentacles. The guests screamed and most had the prudence to run away.

"Ben! No!," Adam screamed for his son, although he wasn't sure if the creature before him was his son.

But Ben couldn't hear him, and the ballroom was filled with the sounds of the fight and Ben's inhuman growls.

Dr. Campbell's creation, however, was proving to be the better foe and started to overpower him.

It would only be a matter of time before he was subdued, and then he and Evie would be arrested.

Carlos had been frozen to the ground, his entire world had started to shatter around him. His two best friends were mutants and would be taken away. If Evie was right, then he would never see them again.

He couldn't let them be taken.

Guess it's reveal you're a mutant o'clock

Carlos then stood front and center, he lifted his hands and the Sentinel seized. Sparks started to emit from the robot, its red eye frantically pivoted back and forth. His eyebrows furrowed, sweat started to gather on his brow. The AI of the robot fought against his powers, and he was not as adept at using it in such a way. The stress of using his powers caused his hair to turn platinum, the phones of those who were left in the castle had started to short circuit. The CCTV security system caught fire, and the lights exploded from the ceiling.

Even though the Sentinel fought Carlos' control, it was enough for Ben to dig his claws into the metal and throw it off of himself. The robot crashed into the security guards, Evie took this opportunity to grab both boys and run.

Adrenaline pumped through them all as they ran, Carlos and Ben didn't know where they were going but Evie apparently did.

Her eyes flickered blue as she went through hallways and doors, down stairwells, and eventually out to an alley. She led them a few streets down and came to a blue Prius.

"Carlos, you control tech, yes?" she asked him, as they caught their breath. They could hear sirens and there would probably be helicopters soon.

"Yeah."

"Open the car and start it, it's all electronic."

He turned to the vehicle, and they heard the clicks of the doors unlocking. They got in, with Ben in the back, Carlos in the passenger, and Evie driving. He then started the engine, surprised it was all working so smoothly. She then drove into the street and made her way to the heart of Auradon City.

Three heirs to the wealthiest families just became fugitives.

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