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"Dim, open the door!" Logan yelled for the tenth time, slamming his fist on the dorm room door, once again.

"I assure you Shawn, our intentions weren't to hurt you," the professor said, unable to enter the boy's mind.

Behind him were the other people that had witnessed Nightmare's power, including Bobby, Pyro, Rogue and the rest of the X-Men.

After the 'incident', Nightmare had ran out of the Danger Room, working his way up to the dorm by using his hearing and touch. He had locked himself in, raising his mind shields and blocking his ears, just trying to stay calm. He had known it had been a bad idea to decide to stay. This place was full of people. It was much too dangerous. His power was too developed for him to stay.

Sitting in a corner, leaning on the wall, his knees to his chin, he heard again Logan's racket outside the door, where all the others where.

He heard their voices, calling him, telling him it was all right, that it was okay, but he knew the truth. He had *seen* it. It was the only thing he would ever see: Destruction death, and that blue flash before everything disappeared again. Their voices went on the other side of the door, trying to persuade him to open it. After fifteen minutes of listening to Logan's fist repeatedly hitting the door, the professor continuingly trying to enter his mind, the others speaking to him and telling him everything would be fine, he started to loose control. His mind shield was failing him, and the professor would soon break through. Logan kept slamming his fist on the door.

"Open the door, Shawn!" he yelled, loosing his temper.

But then it took Nightmare, he totally lost he control, he forgot, he was sick of everything, he just wanted to be normal, to be able to see, to touch, to think properly and talk, but he forgot, he wasn't his fault, and so he shut his eyes tightly, covering his ears and trying to block out everything, but he just lost it.

"NO!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Leave me alone!"

The words flowed out of his mouth, and it was just when the damage was done, that he was able to stop. An incomprehensible fright took over him as he grabbed the sides of his head tighter. There were a few moments of silence. Nothing came.

Were they gone? Had he killed them? It couldn't be. It just simply couldn't.

He crawled on his knees to the door. No frightened and nervous but whole body was shaking uncontrollably. He turned the handle, and at that precise moment, he just would have sold his soul to the devil to see. Instead, his shaky hands made way across the carpeted floor, until his gloved hands faintly felt someone's body, laying there, in front of his door. This one was Logan. He was practically sure of it. To his right, he felt the professor's wheelchair, in which Charles was sitting. Behind them were about six other bodies.

Shawn was still in shock, and hadn't dared to check if they were truly dead. He was too scared of the answer.

He sat down, leaning against the wall, shaking like a leaf. After minutes of long and agonizing silence, he moved his hand forward, to what he knew was Storm's neck. He pressed his flooded fingers, and was merrily astonished to feel her heart beating normally in her chest, her blood pressure being absolutely normal. She was alive. They were all alive.

He stayed in his corner, somewhat happy, nut extremely remorseful. He hadn't meant to hurt them. He hadn't wanted to. It had just happened. He didn't want it to happen again.

He needed to leave. To leave them alone. He was only trouble. How could he have possibly caressed the thought of being a student here? Of being 'normal', even on mutant standards? No. It couldn't happen.

Shawn ran back inside the dorm, and just checked that there was nothing he had left behind. There was nothing. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and scribbled a note of excuse he left on the bed.

He ran back out, contouring the bodies of his unconscious friends, as he crawled down the hall. Near the stairs, he fell across another body, a student that had also heard his voice. He shrugged, but was relieved to see that this one was still alive too.

All the other students were outside, so there was no chance for them to have heard his voice. They wouldn't notice his departure, and that was good.

Luckily, he remembered perfectly where the door was, and so headed in that direction. Near the exit, he felt the coat hanger where he found a couple of vests. After a while of searching, he found a long trench coat with hood that could reach his ankles and was a size two big, so the sleeves would cover half of his hands too. It was perfect. He slipped it on, pulling up the hood, and walked out.

He didn't make any noise on the pavement, even if he was wearing army boots. He crouched back to the ground, just like before. This way, he could feel the dribbling of a basketball on the other side of the building, and could feel if anyone was approaching. None of the students were near, and so he was fee to walk through the grounds, into he reached the black metal gates separating the school from the rest of the world. With two swift movements, he had jumped and grabbed the highest band of metal and had swung himself sideways, this way arriving on the other side of the gate without any trouble. He landed on the sandy cemented ground, and got up, sniffing the air. He was in the middle of Westchester, and so in the middle of a forest. The nearest city was far away, and he wasn't intending to go to it, anyways. He jumped across the road, hearing no car coming or going, and just one parked on the side near the gates, and it probably belonged to Scott or someone in the school. No other cars on the road. It was normal. The school was meant to be in an unreachable place in the middle of nowhere. Across the road, Shawn waited a moment, just trying to concentrate in mental viewing his surroundings. He was, after all, blind.

There were trees. Lots of trees. Not too many animals, but a very thick vegetation. This was good to hide from civilization as he intended to do.

Jumping over a couple of bushes and swinging above a tree branch, be disappeared into the wilderness, leaving his hope and wishes of a better future behind him.

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Scott felt as if someone had taken a hammer, hit him on the side of the head with it and so sending him flying across the room, so the wall could give him another blow. This hadn't actually happened, but it was how he felt. Like shit.

He tried to open his eyes, but they just didn't respond. His ears were buzzing, his mouth was dry and he thought his skin was on fire. What had happened? He couldn't remember anything very precise.

He had been leaning on the wall, just looking at Logan who was calling out the new boy's name . . . Nightmare or Shawn. Everybody who had seen what had happened to the plants in the Danger Room were there. The professor was trying to enter his mind to calm him down, but nothing was working. That's when some sort of imposed silence fell, as if someone had turned the volume off in the whole hallway. Then, there had only been pain. It came like a wave, pushing your mind forward, but not your body. It was weird and somewhat painful. It was after, when the wave had reached it extent, it went back from wherever it came, pulling our 'minds' with it, but not our bodies or anything. That was when it was painful. So painful they all fell unconscious, not even being able to hear the voice talking on the other side of the door.

Minutes passed, and finally, he felt hands grab his shoulders, shaking him.

"Get up, retard!" it said, half growling half shouting.

Ah. Logan was up.

"We need to go get him!" Logan continued.

Scott opened his eyes, pulling himself in an upward position. Jean and Ororo were trying to get up, but Rogue, Bobby and John were still knocked out.

"Logan, maybe he shouldn't stay at the school," Scott said. "His power is too dangerous."

"No, he needs our help," Logan growled. "The poor kid needs a family. Here is the only place he could consider a home. You really don't understand, scooter. He can't open his eyes, so he can't see, he can't touch, it's too dangerous, he can't talk or think of people. He doesn't have a chance out there. Here is the only place he should be."

After reflection, Scott nodded in approval.

"Quick, he's already far," the professor whispered. "In front of the grounds. Go get him. All of you."

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"Mystique, is that him?" Toad asked, looking at the boy jump into the forest.

Mystique, sitting in the driver's seat of a BMW parked near the gates of the school, just stared at the bushes behind which the boy had disappeared.

"Yes," she whispered. "Magneto told me it was him. We need to put him on our side, so we can't take him by force. We would die, anyways. We need a calm approach."

"Sure," Toad said, rubbing his hands together.

He opened his door and jumped out, as Mystique drove off to park further away, barely giving him time to shut his door.

They entered the forest, following Shawn's faint tracks as they heard the X- Men arriving in their direction. They started walking faster, but were soon lost in the middle of nowhere. It was to say, Nightmare knew exactly how to move around without letting any tracks behind him.

After an hour and a half of searching, Mystique and Toad finally found him, sitting in a tree, very high above the ground. They were about fifteen kilometers from the school, and by the looks of it, Nightmare had been up that tree for quite a while.

"Hello, Nightmare," Mystique said. "We're friends. I'm Mystique and the toad with me is . . . Toad."

Nightmare looked down in their direction, even if his eyes were covered by a piece of black tissue. Both Mystique and Toad had a light hesitation before continuing. They knew that the boy only needed to say a word for them to be on the ground begging for mercy.

"Well . . . I've got a proposition for you," Mystique continued. "We know you're trying to hide from those people at the school, and we know that you're right. They're looking for you right now and they'll find you, believe me. But you don't want to hurt them, do you?"

Mystique paused, looking to see if Nightmare looked interested.

"Come with us and we'll hide you from them so they won't be able to find you," she said. "And you'll be with people who understand what you're going through."

Now Shawn looked confused. Should he trust these two mutants that he didn't even know? Yes, he did want to stay away from his friends, but was going with those two a good idea? No. Not for the moment.

"I want to stay alone," Sawn whispered, making them cover their ears.

And with that, he jumped down the tree, and ran off again.

Mystique looked back at Toad, smiling a little bit.

"We'll get him another time," she said. "Let's just give him some time to think about our proposition."

Toad nodded and they started their walk back to their car, making sure they weren't leaving any traces for the X-Men to follow.

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Shawn continued running through the forest, sensing everything that was going on. Logan and the others were about two miles west from where he was, and he was heading northeast, continuing his way through the forest. No one was near . . . Or at least that's what he thought.

He kept running through the forest, until he reached some sort of a field. Some cows were walking around here and there, but besides that, there were only four or five cars parked not too far away, but no people.

Shawn made a step forward, but he knew something was wrong. How could five cars be parked in the middle of no where, and no one was there? He was about to run back and hide in the forest, but it was too late.

Two strong hands grabbed his arms by behind, while another one was holding his mouth shut. He had been so naïve. He could only feel what was on the ground, and these people had been up in the trees or something. Now that they were coming down from their hiding place, he could feel about twenty people walking around, circling him from everywhere. He couldn't escape, he couldn't use his mutation, because all of these people seemed to know exactly what he could do. While one was holding him down, another one was putting something in his mouth to stop him from speaking, and another one was putting something else on his eyes.

He couldn't do anything except one thing: think.

And so that is what he did. He couldn't think of these people, because he couldn't see them, but he could think of Logan, because he had 'seen' him before. He thought of Logan, trying to send him a message. He thought of him for a second, knowing that by now he would be on the ground, holding his head in pain. He didn't think of anything for five other seconds, before starting again. Logan would get the message. He wasn't dumb.

"Oh no boy," one of the men holding him said. "We'll make sure you don't hurt anyone. The general wants you in one piece."

And with that, everything went black.

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