The New Mutants
By: Joey
Disclaimer: Sorry, I don't own these characters, Marvel Comics and I believe KidsWB! (or at least they do for the Evo version) does, and I'm only using the character for entertainment only, no harm meant.

Chapter 6
The H files

Previously: The team goes to the Towering Inferno festival to rest, relax and party down. However they're plans get interrupted when the Hellions make the scene. The team manages to both drive them off and stop the possessed tower itself, saving the day. Also, Roberto and Amara now have to figure out if the kiss they shared at the festival was genuine or if it was influenced by Empath.

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Emma Frost laid back in her leather chair. She was in her office dressed in a red business suit. Her students, the Hellions, had just given her the report of their latest mission. Suffice to say, it was not what she had wanted. Those students that had left Xavier's were tough nuts to crack. She also was not pleased to find out that they had been joined by another gifted teenager.

*Bringing out a person's greatest fears* she mused to herself *How very useful it could have been. *

She had managed to recruit mutants who she believed to be the best, and she trained them hard, her Hellions were to be the elite of the elite, capable of performing any task. Now they were being shown up upstarts. She would make sure that they would be much better prepared for the next time. Already she was developing programs to test her young students to their limits and beyond, next time they will be sure to defeat those miscreants and bring them back to her, then she could just reach into their minds and force them to work for her. She was skilled enough in telepathy. After all, she had been training by the best. Professor Charles Xavier.

She had been one of his first students. Working together with a two twenty-one year olds (well the boy looked to be about in his twenties), a weather controlling girl named Ororo and boy with steel claws who only called himself Logan, they learned to use their powers in accordance with Charles Xavier's dream. They had briefly been joined by a teen by the name of Hank McCoy, but he had left almost as quickly as he had shown up. She remembered when the arguments started. Bored with her classmates, Emma had started use her telepathic skills in more intriguing ways, using it to take control of student's motor skills, treating them as playthings.

Naturally, Xavier had been furious when he found out. He tried to put some mental barriers on her, to suppress her powers as a way of discipline, but she fought back and broke them, and then she was able to achieve quite a great victory, in a way she broke him. He became so angry he actually tried to control her. He was just about to finish the job when he noticed the smirk on her face, and he stopped. She had made him crossover to the "darkside" so to speak, breaking his spirit by pushing him into realms he had promised never to go into. Shortly afterward, she left, and was quickly able to use her powers to secure a fortune, using her mind reading skills to play Wallstreet like a fool, enabling her to start her own multibillion dollar company, Frost Enterprises. Her power and influence eventually earned her spot in the elite Inner Circle of the infamous Hellfire Club's New York chapter, home to the most powerful of business people. Of course, little did Xavier know that she had even stolen some Cerebro files and used them to create her own mutant detecting machine, dubbed the Mutivax. She put it to good use, finding and recruiting the powerful mutants who joined her, either in her quest for power, as Empath did, gratitude, which was the case of Catseye and Jetstream, money, which was why Roulette was here, or in case of Tarot, because the fates decreed it. Starting with those five children, she started the Massachusetts Academy, which, even though it was filled full of human students, was truthfully a cover for her Hellions, they learned the ways of the world, and secretly, the art of combat.

"Soon," she said to herself. "My Hellions and I will control that is rightfully ours, because we are the elite, and we will get all that we deserve. After all, with my fortune and powers, what could stop me anyway?"

Slowly, she turned back to her computer screen and brought up the files of her young Hellions.

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File: Empath
Student's name: Manuel Alfonso Rodrigo de la Rocha
Designated rank: Black Knight
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Powers: Psionic manipulation of emotions. Eyes become purple during power activation.
Personal log: Manuel is cocky, probably because he is the son of Spanish nobleman. He needs to learn to follow orders, especially mine. I feel he could a potential problem. He also seems to have a bit of sadistic side. I might be able to use that to my advantage, but I'll need to watch over him, as that could be a problem at some point.

"Curse those two." Manuel said, laying down on his rather extravagant bed. He had secured for himself the biggest room of all his teammates, touting that it only made sense, him being the son of a nobleman and all. He was however, still upset over his loss to Sunspot and Magma during their brief skirmish at the Towering Inferno festival. "How dare they try and lay a hand on me. Next time I will not be so merciful." He growled.

He got up and started to pace around the room. "Those fools. I may have manipulated them a small bit into their little emotional exchange, but I did sow several seeds of doubt." He said, smirking to himself. "And next time, I plan on having a lot more fun with them!"

He sighed. "That girl though. She was....fascinating." he said. "Maybe I'll make her mine. A perfect trophy, complimenting me excellently. I like it. And I always get what I want."

He then caught something out of the corner of his eye. A girl was outside, probably on her way to class. A pretty little thing too. He smiled. *Perfect way to release some stress. * he thought to himself. He then ran out to meet the girl, his eyes already glowing purple as he scanned her thoughts, picking and choosing what he could use towards his advantage.

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File: Catseye
Student's name: Sharon Smith
Designated rank: White Knight
Hair: Lavender
Eyes: Lavender
Powers: Transformation into a catlike being while retaining human intelligence. Possesses wall climbing abilities and a prehensive tail. Has a were-cat transitional form and the ability to turn into a normal sized lavender cat. Retains the eyes of a cat and a cat's tail while in human form.
Personal log: Sharon is a very fascinating case. Unlike most mutants, who's powers manifest during their teenage years, Sharon was born with her mutant abilities. In fact, it is my understanding that she was abandoned and raised as a cat, since I found her in a New York alleyway, and managed to teach her to transform, and I gave her the name she now uses. It would not surprise me at all if she still believes herself to be a cat who transform into a human. However, the speed at which she picked up the English language, even if she does use simplistic speech astounds me. I believe her to be a possible idiot savant, though it might very well be possible for there to be hidden genius tucked away in her innocent, trusting mind.

Catseye wandered around the large forested area of the academy. She liked being in her cat form most of all, and that was the shape she was in at the moment. *Catseye like romp-play in woodplace.* She thought, since she couldn't speak aloud. *It best bestplace of all. *

She continued her fun, indiscriminately chasing smaller animals such as squirrels, or the occasional butterfly, not in malice, but in innocent playfulness. She continued to think to herself, wondering about the previous task that MotherFrost had given her and the other non fur people. * What furgirl mean by doing bad things? MotherFrost nice lady. She teach Catseye many things, like speak in people language, and teach her to grow people shape. * She thought. *MotherFrost only person nice to Catseye. Why listen to bad people? Furgirl wrong, and MotherFrost right. *

She then mewed in contentment. *Catseye like happyplace. Want to stay here forever. * she thought, chasing a crimson butterfly. *Maybe furgirl get smart and join Catseye someday in happyplace. *

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File Name: Tarot
Student's name: Marie-Ange Colbert
Designated rank: White Rook
Hair: Red
Eyes: Green
Powers: The ability to bring the images of Tarot cards to life. These images become her servants, and can be lethal in battle.
Personal log: Marie is a very enigmatic girl. She is very shy and quiet most of the time, and seems to have an incredible attachment to her Tarot cards. I believe that she can expand her powers beyond the cards, however she never seems inclined to do so. She also has some precognitive powers, though they are not mutant in origin. She is just incredibly skilled in the arts of the Tarot. I tend to use that to my advantage, using it as a means to plan my strategies.

*No fear. The cards will not leave me. The cards are all. * Marie thought to herself. She had been taught the art of Tarot reading at a young age by her mother, and now had begun to rely on them. After all, they held the future, it was just all in the art to decipher their meaning.

Marie thought back to her mother and father, happily living in their mansion in Paris. They had been apprehensive about Madame Frost's offer, at first, but she had convinced them easily enough. Her mother especially so. The cards had told her to go with Frost, and so she did. The cards were always right, after all. She shuffled the deck, preparing herself for another reading, cleansing her mind of all troubles.

The memory of her battle with the Moonstar girl appeared in her mind. It was a very unpleasant experience. The cards leaving her was a nightmare that she had never experienced before. The thought of losing the cards was horrifying, they knew all, the loss of the knowledge that they gave to her would be shattering. "I will pay that girl back." She said grimly. "No one has ever made me so feel like she did, and no one ever will again."

She then stopped shuffling the deck and started to place the cards down, reading what the fates had in store for her and her teammates.

*No fear. The cards will not leave me. The cards are all....*

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Filename: Roulette
Student's name: Jennifer Stavros
Designated rank: Black Rook
Hair: Light Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Powers: Able to create discs of psionic energy that are able to alter the probability fields of their targets. These discs can either be tossed at the target or be transferred by touch. Red colored discs signify good luck, while black colored discs signify bad luck.
Personal log: Jennifer is the daughter of an Atlantic City Blackjack dealer, and is quite the conartist and thief. When I found her she was a member of a local street gang, and joined after I promised her great wealth. I see great potential in her, and she is probably my Hellions unofficial leader.

"God, I love the street." Jennifer said to herself. "Here I can be free, and go my own way!". She was walking along a busy street corner, taking in the sights and doing a little bit of window shopping. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a street hustler playing a game of three card Monty *Child's play. The perfect mark. * she thought to herself, and gave a light giggle. She made her way over and watched the action.

The man laid tree cards down on the table, "C'mon! It's easy! Just find the heart!" he called out, twisted the cards around, sending them dancing all across the table. He then stopped, and called out "Ok, any takers?". Jennifer had followed everything easily. This guy was an amateur. However she decided to study him some more. Two people guessed putting their money on the table, but they were both wrong, as the card was revealed to be in the middle, and the man quickly scooped up his earned cash. Jennifer watched the next game, and smiled. *He switched out the red card. * she thought to herself, and sure enough, both of the guesses were incorrect. Quickly, she turned the last remaining card over, revealing it to be an ace of spades. The crowd groaned, while the man tried to play the nice guy, promising no more tricks. Jennifer, however, decided it was time to fleece him.

"Excuse me sir, but I have a proposition," she said, flashing an irresistible grin. "three hundred dollars. Double or nothing for three games." and then put the money down on the table. The man hesitated, but decided to risk it, he quickly moved the cards around. She smirked. *Too easy. I don't even have to use my discs. * she thought to herself. She picked the left card, and guessed correctly. *That's six hundred dollars, easy money. * she thought. The man tried again, this time Jennifer chose the right side, and once again she was correct. "That's one thousand, two hundred dollar, so far hot shot. Want to make it twenty-four?" she practically purred out. The man gulped, and wiped his brow, and attempted to work his magic one more time. When he was done, Jennifer crossed her arms. "C'mon now, no more tricks." She said, and quickly flipped over the three cards to reveal they were all black.

The man looked even more nervous and spun the cards once more. Grinning like a cat that ate the canary, Jennifer picked up the middle card, revealing the heart. "Looks like I win, big boy," she said, "pay up.". The man grumbled, and handed her the money. But, her fun didn't end there. Subtly, she had created a black disc and when their hands touched, she sent it into him, and on her way out, all the people she bumped into to get out of the crowd were injected with red discs.

Counting her money, Jennifer Stravros smiled. * I LOVE the streets! * she thought.

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Filename: Jetstream
Student's name: Haroun Ibn Sallah al-Rashid
Designated rank: Black Bishop
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Powers: His body creates and propels rocket fire from his legs, causing flight. I believe he may eventually be able to reach speeds of Mach 1. Currently outfitted with cybernetic implants to control and harness the power.
Personal log: The newest of my recruits, Haroun, a Berber Moor, also has a troublesome honor streak. However, he is obligated to me above all others, as it is I that repaired his body after his powers destroyed his legs. The cybernetic implants increased the power of his legs, and now allows him to properly control his powers. All thanks to me, and now he is eternally in my debt, thanks to his sense of honor. He really should be thankful, all that power, now at his to command. Too bad he didn't realize it cost him his soul!

The academies gym was filled with noise. Violent noise. The Hellion known as Jetstream was training, against a gym bag, attempting to improve his body, develop it into a perfect weapon. It was a quirk of his really, he never took defeats very well. It was one of the things that had been ingrained in him as a child by his father. *Always fight with honor. Always repay debts. Never lose a battle. * he could hear his father's words in his mind.

He stopped to cool off for a few second. He looked at his legs, or really, his new legs. When his powers first manifested, he had been ecstatic. He flew over the Moroccan skies in wonder. It had been one of the happiest moments in his young life. Each flight, he tested himself, flying higher and faster, exploring what seemed to be a whole new world among the clouds. But then it all came to end. e started to feel pains in his legs, and slowly, the burns appeared. The fire that propelled him, was slowly eating away at him, crippling him. He was losing, no matter how hard he tried to stop it.

Then, his family had been approached by Emma Frost, from America. She had said that she could use her technology to fix him. Give him back use of legs, enabling him ton control his powers. Even if his family hadn't excepted he would have made sure he got the treatment. Soon, he was flown to America courtesy of Frost Enterprises, and was given cybernetic leg implants. Even though they felt exactly like real legs, to others, and even himself, now he could kick harder than any regular human, and he could control his powers, enabling him to fly higher and faster than ever before, with no worries at all about his body being consumed by the flames. Naturally, his father's words came back to him. *Always repay your debts. *, and so he agreed to work for Frost as part of her Hellions, he didn't really care about the conflict between mutants and humans, he knew he had a debt of honor to repay, and he would do whatever it took to pat Frost back for giving him back his life.

Then he thought back to his first real battle with the young American. He had been called Cannonball, due to his flight powers. Upon seeing the boy, Haroun had felt he would be an easy target. He had no rocket fire, no increased flight control. How could he possibly win against a superior opponent? In the end, he had underestimated his opponent and it had cost him dearly. He had lost. How could he have known boy had a protective barrier? But it was no matter, it was still a humiliation to his honor, and he WOULD NOT stand for it. "I will pay you back, cur." he whispered to himself, fire in his eyes. He then stood back up, and kicked the bag as hard as he could. It flew off it's chain and crashed into the wall, the bag was destroyed on impact, and the wall was incredibly cracked. "Such will be your fate."

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Emma Frost closed the files on her students. * I wonder if my Hellions will ever get to go into battle with Xavier's students, those "X-Men" he had always dreamed about? * she mused to herself. *No matter. We WILL crush them, but when the time comes, and then the world will be our oyster! *. She then took a sip from her nearby goblet of red wine, and threw her head back in haughty laugh.


End of Sixth Chapter.

Author's notes: Well, that was harder than I thought it would be. Seriously, the Hellions never really got a whole lot of character development in the comics, and what little I knew of their past, I had to dig up from information sites. So now you know why some people had shorter scenes then others, I just had a harder time working with them. But yes, Catseye did talk like that, in case you're curious. I did Evo-ise Emma Frost's past. I thought making her a failed student of Xavier's would be interesting, especially the dynamics of just why she left in the first place (Happy Neva?). I know we have no real evidence of Wolverine or Storm as young students of Xavier's, but I thought it would be interested if she had some "teammates" so to speak. As for the individual Hellions, most of their origins are from the comics, and I more or less stuck with that, though I did rearrange some of Jetstream's origin, and retooled his powers (all the descriptions of them I found are so close to Cannonball's, it's hard to tell the difference, so I just reworked things a bit), so he's the most Evo-ised of all the Hellions. Oh yeah, Imhotep Ardeth Bay, Jamie isn't go to be a big player in this (he is only twelve after all) but look for a small guest appearance by the little guy in Chapter 8 (which I think you all might like), ok? Remember, C&C is always appreciated!

Next Chapter: The team runs into (literally!) a runaway from Russia named Illynana, who's come to America to find her older brother Piotr (Peter in Russian). But what secrets does she hide? And what do they have to do with the Shadowrealm that all teleporters must go through, the land known as Limbo? Plus, the team finally gets some uniforms!