Disclaimer - As in chapter one.

Chapter 2 - Freedoms we share

They reached the Prison wing with little incident. Two groups of guards were disabled courtesy of Psion's mind-bending powers. They didn't see the small group pass through the halls, and those that did, soon suffered a bout of amnesia.
Pulse's worth was proven when several cell doors still barred they're way to the prisoners, several small pulse slivers, served as adequate lock picks. The cell doors slid open one by one. Many were empty. But those that were occupied contained a varied spectrum of mutants, Telepaths, A telekinetic, several with physical mutations. Further along the corridor, of cells the doors switched from being simple locked doors to more substantial thick metal blast doors. With a newfound flare, Jubilee shorted the locks of each door in succession. Marcus knew these would contain the more dangerous mutants.
He was proven correct as several projectiles exploded out of the cells as they were opened. Using her ability, Psion subdued them as Terra and Kinesis held the stronger Mutants. At the end of the Corridor they found a single door. Twice as large as the other doors, and twice as thick, Marcus thought. He would have to blow it.
"Everyone back, I'm going to have to blow this door away." He ordered.
The gathered crowd moved further back up the corridor.
"Psion, see if you can contact whoever's in there, tell them to move away from the door and get behind cover"
"I'll try." She replied.
The look of concentration on her face intensified as she connected with whatever was behind the door, after a short while she collapsed. Her sister was immediately by her side. In a weak voice she said,
"I got through. Somehow the door blocks my power but I got through. There are two of them in there A young man and woman. Both in there teens, They kept asking for a Professor or something, after I told them we were here to help them they quietened down, they're ready. Whatever your planning do it now." She slumped down into her further into her sister's arms.
She'll be OK", reassured Kinesis, "She's just over exerted herself. Go."
Marcus moved to a spot in the corridor where he would be safe from then blast. He hoped Psion was right about them being ready. He summoned two fairly large pulses. Released, they arched towards the door, the door buckled as the immensely destructive force smashed against it. As the dust settled the Group could see that the Door was stronger than they had thought, It had buckled and warped, but it had not fallen. Marcus approached the door, a Large hole had appeared where the door would normally separate.
" You OK in there?" He Inquired.
There was movement to his left, the sound of debris shifting.
" We're alright" was the muffled reply.
"I'm going to finish this door off so we can get you out."
"Maybe we can help."
"What's your name?"
"Bobby."
"OK, Bobby what can you do?"
"This."
The air around the hole suddenly became incredibly cold, small patches of ice crept around the edges of the door. Marcus understood what the prisoner was doing.
" OK Bobby, I see what your doing, Brace yourselves, this one won't be as big as the last explosion but just to be safe."
"Go ahead", shouted Bobby from the other side of the door.
Another Pulse finished the door as it shattered where the ice had touched it. A large space was all that remained as the door came back into view.
"You can come out now, It's safe." Said Marcus.
" Who are you?" Asked the girl.
" They call me Pulse, but you can call me Marcus, but more importantly, who are you, and what happened to you guys?"
"I'm Rogue." She replied. "They caught three of us, a month and a half ago, this room blocks out our telepathic signals, so our friends couldn't find us. I thought no one would find us."
"Wait you said three, where's the other one?" He asked, puzzled.
"Right behind you." Said a voice Marcus would have never expected to say anything at that point.
"What?" He exclaimed.
"Jubilee, What are you doing here? I thought you escaped."
" I did." Replied Jubilee, " But I couldn't find my way back from here to the mansion, I wandered for days, In a small town three days away, He found me on a park bench (She said pointing at Maelstrom), He took me in. I don't know why, I followed him. I Guess Psion could."
" Let me get this straight, you know each other?" Interrupted Marcus.
"Yes." They replied in unison.
"Right, So why didn't you say anything before" He asked Jubilee.
"Till Psion just collapsed, I couldn't remember anything past two weeks ago, I had just assumed I 'd always been there."
"We have to contact our friends they'll help us." Said Rogue.
" Unfortunately that is not an option." Interrupted maelstrom." You two, as you all will all of those gathered here will stay with me, and help further my. I mean Our cause".
"What." Marcus Shouted, "That's not part of the plan."
" Plans Change, my boy. Think Pulse, Think what good we could do, if instead of a group, we had an army at our side".
Even if they don't want to, against they're free will?"
"If necessary"
" I won't let you ", Replied Marcus, Getting angry.
"You don't have a say, you are my subordinate, and you will follow my orders" the aged mutant replied.
"Maybe, Before you took what we were doing and made it your own private power trip. Now I don't think your cause is worth fighting for anymore."
"You don't have that choice anymore Marcus Grant, you work for me, I own you." Ranted Maelstrom.
"Wrong on all counts, I do have a choice, I don't work for you, I work with you, and you definitely do not own me."
"Is that a threat?"
" I guess it is" This could get nasty, thought Marcus. The other thing that crossed his mind was where were the friends of Humanity, surely all this noise would bring some attention.
" Well threats need to be removed." He replied
" Which is why I must Remove you " Threatened Marcus.
" In that case, I suggest we follow the cliché and take this outside.

A few Small pulses gave them an exit. Outside a look at the building revealed a plume of smoke rising from the far side of the complex. But Marcus didn't care about the how and why, he was here to fight, To Marcus Maelstrom was an unknown measure, he'd never seen him use his ability, this would be interesting he thought.

From the floor in front of him, Maelstrom was creating what looked like a small tornado, which grew to about 20 Feet before levelling off. In a blinding flash it lit into a raging inferno, it then gained momentum and lurched towards Marcus.
He created two large pulses, which flew towards the approaching Maelstrom, which exploded, on contact. The twister was torn in two, and the two remaining parts dissipated into nothing. With speed Marcus dived to the right and launched two smaller Pulses at Maelstrom's last position. He'd been busy whilst Marcus was dealing with the burning giant. Two more Maelstroms were raging around to his position. The pulses exploded somewhere in the distance. To combat the two smaller maelstroms he launched four small pulses at each, they met with the same fate as the giant. He sprinted around to the nearest cover. Finding a clear shot he launched several pulse slivers at Maelstrom. He hit maelstrom in the legs, which buckled underneath, two hit him in the right shoulder, which spun him to the ground.
The fight over, the ghosts surrounded Edgar, as he lay on the ground. Striding towards them Marcus expected an assault from the followers. All Marcus got was Terra, " You've done enough, leave him be"

Jubilee was now as unwelcome as pulse now that her past had been revealed to her. The remaining prisoners were gathered off to the right of the battleground. Some had made they're escape. Marcus addressed those who remained. " If you want to join him, feel free to. If you want to go home, go, I don't blame you, I'm Taking Bobby, Rogue and jubilee back to this Professor they talked about. " You don't have far to take them, may I introduce myself, I am Charles Xavier, I see you've found my students." Marcus turned round, in front of him was a wheelchair bound man in his late fifties, wizened through his experience. " I want to thank you for protecting my students here. Bobby, Marie, Jubilation, the other students have missed you." The Professor continued. "Ah'm sorry Professor, it's my fault we got caught." Replied Rogue. "Don't blame yourself, you couldn't have known the friends would launch a mutant hunt at that time, what's important is that now your safe." The professor then turned to Marcus " And how can we help you Mr Grant, You and your friends." "They are not my friends, the only friends I have now are Jubilee here and I suppose you and your students." " And what about these others" "I don't know them, They make they're own decisions, If they were to ask, would you take them in." "Of course, All mutants who wish to be taught, are welcome." "Me included." Inquired Marcus. "Including you." "I'd like to come with you, simply because I have no where else I can go."

Out of all those present, aside from the Professor and his existing students, only two additional passengers found their place on the jet. Marcus and a Young women no older than twenty-five years of age, Her name was Monica Jenson, although she was also known as Spyne. She was fairly tall with raven Black hair cropped to her shoulder, the only clue to her mutation and her alias, were the three large openings in her knuckles. These Marcus found out were large pores, which could produce hundreds of needle like spines, razor sharp, of varying sizes from the width of a surgical needle to the width of a bullet and at he same speed as a bullet. Other than this, she could have sooner been a swimsuit model, Marcus thought. She was gorgeous. It turned out she had been trained in Dance and Martial arts to prevent any one would wish to hurt her. As she told Marcus of the amount of terrorists it had taken to finally bring her in, He thought she probably could. Of the others who had gathered outside of the prison, few followed Maelstrom and his followers and not necessarily by they're own volition. The others had scattered to the winds, fading into the woodlands surrounding the facility, into the night as the jet flew back to wherever this groups base of operations was.