Hey friends!! Sorry it's been about a week since I last updated, too much stuff going on. Blah. This chapter starts out pretty good, but then it gets kinda clichéd. Sorry. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing, cause it means so much to me!   

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            "Thank God the first week of school is almost over." Rogue grumbled as she moved a piece of cafeteria food around on her tray.

            "Tell me 'bout it." Remy said, picking something off her plate and popping it in his mouth.

            "Oh c'mon… It's not so bad. I think some of the novelty has worn off." Kitty said, trying to maintain a pleasant demeanor.

            "You mean it used to be worse than this?" Betsy said as she eyed a jock who was staring at her as he passed her. He whistled at her and it sent a chill up her spine. "In his dreams…" Betsy mumbled to herself in response. "Dumb swine thinks he can do anything he wants…"

            "Hey guys!" Kurt said as he and Amanda joined them at the table. They all moaned heir hello's. "Amanda, that's Betsy Braddock, and that's Remy LeBeau." Kurt pointed to them respectively. "This is Amanda." He then pointed to the girl sitting between himself and Remy.

            "Yeah, Betsy's in my English class." Amanda said with a smile. "Kurt says you wear an image inducer too, are you green and fuzzy or something?" She said as she addressed Remy. He turned his chocolaty brown eyes at her.

            "Non, p'tite." He said in his sweetest voice as he fiddled with the inducer on his wrist. It shut off and revealed to her his red and black eyes. It made Amanda jump back. "Ne t'en fais pas, belle. I'm not the devil."

            "I know." She said, halfway exasperated.

            "Ma mère didn'." He said. Amanda was fixated on his eyes. Kurt and Rogue began to get jealous.

            "Hey, ya big, dumb, Cajun flirt. You wanna throw out mah trash?" Rogue smiled sarcastically at him, setting her tray in front of him.

            "Anything for you, chère." He smiled back at her, just as sarcastically, snapping his attention back to Rogue as he stood up.

            "Oh, me too." Kurt said, tossing his tray in front of Remy. Kitty, Amanda and Betsy all giggled.

            "Anyone else?" Remy asked patiently. They all tossed their garbage on the pile in front of him. He smiled and took the refuse to the garbage can.

            As he made his way through the sea of high school kids, he was bumped in the shoulder by someone much bigger than him. Remy fell on the floor, spilling the mound of trash across the ground. He looked up to see a crowd of jocks standing around him.

            "Watch where you're going, mutie." One of them said.

            "Excusez-moi, homme." Remy said politely, further irking the jocks.

            "What did you call me?" The one who's hit him said, leaning down to grab the collar of Remy's shirt. The bell rang signaling the end of lunch. Everyone else filed out except Kitty, Kurt, Amanda, Rogue and Betsy. They all stayed to watch what would happen between Remy and the entire football team, ready to protect him if need be.

            "I'm sorry, it was an accident. Not worth fightin' over." Remy said, trying to defuse the situation.

            "I'll decide that." The bully said, waving his friends out of the room.

            "Excuse me." Rogue spoke up. Everyone turned to stare at her. "You'd better set mah boyfriend down while it's still your choice."

            "Roguey, don't." Remy pleaded with her. "It's my problem."

            "Not anymore it ain't." She replied.

            "An' just what're you gonna do about it, precious?" The guy said, throwing Remy back down on the ground with a thud as he approached Rogue.

            "Don't do it, Rogue…" Betsy warned her telepathically. Rogue ignored her.

            "See this?" She said, making sure she had the boy's attention. He stood almost a foot taller than her, and she wasn't short.

            "See what?" He replied forcefully. Rogue picked up her arm and flung it through the cement wall, punching a hole right through it, without feeling a thing. Everyone jumped back at the sound, but the mutants weren't surprised at its result. The jock, however, was shocked.

            "Next time it'll be your head." Rogue said to him.

            "You're gonna get kicked outta school for this, mutants." The boy stammered out.

            "Whadda ya mean? A little gal like me couldn't do nothin' like that." She pointed her thumb at the hole in the wall, sounding as sweet and innocent as possible. "Big guy like you on the other hand… ain't such a stretch." She turned cold and evil but all of her friends still stood behind her in support. Remy was still sitting on the floor where he'd been thrown. The big guy snorted then began to storm out of the room.

            "I'll get you… I'll get all a you." Once he was gone the rest all let down their furious wall of strength.

            "That was stupid, Rogue." Betsy chided her. Rogue bent down to Remy's side.

            "Ah don't care." She said.

            "So I'm yo' boyfriend?" Remy said as he took her outstretched arm and lifted himself up.

            "Ah guess so." She smiled at him.

            "Kurt, we'd better get to class!" Amanda said.

            "Oh no! I'm late for Chem!" Kitty shouted as she ran through the cafeteria doors.

            "Well, I've got a free period." Betsy announced.

            "See ya later, Betts." Remy said as he and Rogue ran down the hallway to class. Betsy was alone as she walked down the hallway. She reveled in the quiet as she made her way toward her locker. She heard foot steps behind her and tried to block them out while she walked to the front doors to sit in the sunshine.

            "Hey, crouching tiger." She winced as the person behind her addressed her. She turned around to see a guy in a letterman's jacket. It was one of the football players from earlier, the one who whistled at her as he passed her in the lunch room.

            "Sod off." She growled at him over her shoulder and continued on her way walking down the hallway. He walked faster to catch up with her. She just tried to ignore him.

            "Me no speaky Chinee." He mocked her as he bumped into her side, pushing her into the lockers.

            "I'm not Chinese." She said trying to ignore his physical attack. She focused hard to keep her hands from glowing.

            "Okay then, me no speaky freaky mutie." He said as he pinned her arms to her side, holding her up against the lockers.

            "I don't want to hurt you." She warned him.

            "You know, if you weren't some disgusting mutant, you could be pretty." He tried to intimidate her. As much as his plan worked, she wouldn't let it show.

            "Well I am a mutant, so leave me alone!" She barked at him.

            "Not so big and tough when it's just you, huh?" Betsy's hands began to glow slightly at her sides. "Wow, is it hot in here, or is it just me?" The guy thought he was being suave and powerful, but when Betsy looked over his shoulder, her eyes got wide.

            "It's definitely not just you." The kid turned around and found himself face to face with a dragon made of fire. The dragon roared at him. He looked at Betsy, then back at the dragon, then ran down the hall. Betsy watched him, then looked back at the dragon which had almost completely dissipated by now. She bent down to pick up her book bag which she'd dropped, only to see that it was on fire.

            "Pyro!!" She yelled. "My knapsack's on fire!! Put it out before it sets off an alarm!!" Pyro jumped out from behind the row of lockers, surprised he'd let a flame get out of control. He shoved his lighter back in his pocket and waved his hand over the small flame and it died out. Just then a teacher poked her head out into the hallway. Betsy and Pyro's bodies covered the flames so she saw nothing.

            "What's going on out here?" The teacher yelled at Betsy.

            "Uh… really difficult math problem." The teacher leered at Betsy as she slithered back into the classroom. "I didn't need your help." Betsy said to Pyro as soon as the coast was clear.

            "Well you weren't goin' t'use your powers, sheila, someone had to." Pyro explained.

            "I said I didn't need your help."  She tried to be angry, but his goofy smile made her ferocity fizzle. She merely sighed at him. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

            "What can I say? You had me pegged. It took me half the summer and the first week of school t'get 'em t'get me in."

            "Well that little stunt of yours will get you kicked out on your first day." She bent down to pick her things up off the floor, and Pyro bent down to help her.

            "Actually, he thinks you did it." Betsy glared at him, afraid of the consequences. "Don't worry," he tried to comfort her, "He won't tell anyone he got scared off by a girlie mutant." She scowled at him as she put her things back in her bag.  "Even if he did tell, you wouldn't get kicked out."

            "And why is that?" His peculiar comment enticed her to join the conversation.

            "The new principal's a mutant sympathizer." Betsy smiled, it was refreshing to hear someone didn't hate mutants. "She only fought with me so long so the school board wouldn't revoke her appointment. She might let the rest of the brotherhood back in soon."

            "Well that's nice, I guess." They stood up and she leaned against the lockers. Pyro put a hand just over her shoulder, and leaned against the lockers as well.

            "I'm gonna let you in a teeny little secret." He whispered to her and smiled maniacally.

            "What's that?" She smiled back.

            "Hey, maybe you know her." A spark went off in his brain and he got side tracked.

            "What?" Betsy asked.

            "She's a telepath too." He whispered again. Betsy looked up at him surprised.

            "So what makes you think I know her?"

            "Well, you're a British telepath, Miss Frost is a British telepath… I mean how many can there be?" Betsy's eyes got even wider.

            "Miss Frost?" She muttered. He nodded. "You mean… Emma Frost?"

            "You do know her… see, I'm not crazy… well I am but--" He was interrupted as Betsy dropped her scorched bag on his foot. She started running down the hall then stopped.

            "I'm glad you've come to school… If you need a table to sit at during lunch, I'll save you seat. Oh, and you've got something on your neck!" She called to him, then took off again, leaving no time for him to respond. He placed a hand on his neck to feel the something she mentioned. When he felt the strange bump, he figured it must be a bug bite, or a rash, or something.

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*BAMF!*

            Kurt ported into his room to see Remy sitting on his bed, just string out the window.

            "Bobby and Sam are back from the video store." Kurt interrupted him.

            "Bout time." Remy said, jumping off the bed.

            "Storm took all the girls out for ice cream." Kurt informed him.

            "Why?"

            "Jean didn't ace her first biology test, Kitty's parents finally filed for divorce, Rogue is really shaken over Peter's sister, and Betsy thinks the new principal is evil."

            "Rogue is really shaken?" Remy asked, surprised.

            "Ya, the memories she has... It hit her worse than she thought. She didn't tell you?" Remy thought for a second.

            "What's the movie?" He finally said, changing the subject. Kurt understood.

            "James Bond!" Kurt said excitedly. Remy started for the door. "I can get us there much quicker." Kurt said, stretching a hand to Remy. Remy turned around and stared at the blue, three fingered appendage.

            "For real?" Remy asked. Kurt nodded and Remy took his hand.

*BAMF!*

*BAMF!*

            They reappeared in the middle of the rec-room .

            "Alright! I'll go get the popcorn!" Kurt began to run on all fours into the kitchen nearby.

            "We hit a snag, guys." Scott announced.

            "What? What happened?" Kurt whined.

            "Apparently the last time they went to the video store, somebody thought it would be funny to switch all the tapes." Scott replied, half lecturing.

            "It was Bobby's idea!" Sam shouted, diverting the blame from himself

            "Hey, the last time we did it, they all the tapes switched back by the next weekend." Bobby tried to defend himself

            "So this means what?" Remy asked.

            "This means we don't have James Bond, we have Cyrano de Bergerac." Scott said as he struggled to pronounce the title.

            "Ah… Cyrano." Remy said nostalgically.

            "You know Cyrano?" Scott asked.

            "Oui, bien sûr. It's a classic." He replied, sounding intelligent.

            "Oh great, you can translate for us." Scott said as they all sat down. Kurt disappeared to get the popcorn.

            "Oh… okay, I guess." Remy mumbled. Kurt returned with the popcorn in his tail and they put in the video.

            Remy started out doing his best trying to translate the movie. But he didn't really know French. He knew short phrases and understood certain words as part of his Creole culture, but he wasn't at all fluent in the language itself. Luckily for him though, there wasn't any situation he couldn't talk his way out of. He decided to do all the different voices for all the different characters in the film, and made up his own dialogue. Remy was a one man show. He had everyone laughing hysterically, rolling on the floor. About an hour into the movie, the doorbell rang. Being the closest thing to an adult, Scott got up to answer it.

            "Don't start the movie till I come back." Scott said, wiping a tear from his eye as his stomach muscles relaxed. He opened the door to see a rather short blond girl in a frilly blue dress with combat boots and sunglasses. She smiled at Scott as if she were about to try and sell him aluminum siding. "Yes… can I help you?" He asked her suspiciously.

            "Hello." She said, lowering her glasses to reveal peculiar purple eyes. "Mah name is Belladonna Boudreaux… Ah'm lookin' for mon mari… mah husband." Scott's suspicion grew instantly ten fold. She looked far to young to be married, and so was anyone else here.

            "I'm sorry, we don't have anyone here by that name, you must have the wrong address." He began to shut the door on her. Something about her voice oozed with evil. She stepped her foot inside, stopping the door.

            "Boudreaux is mah maiden name… let me start ovah. Mah name is Belladonna LeBeau, this is Remy's home, non?" Scott was stunned and confused. He didn't know if he could believe the girl or not. He turned his head back to the group assembled in front of the TV.

            "Hurry it up, Scott." Kurt yelled at him. Scott ignored him, overwhelmed with bewilderment about the girl.

            "Uh… Remy, there's some girl here for you." He looked back at the girl at the door. She looked impatient, but quickly smiled to keep up friendly appearances. "She says she's Belladonna." Remy, who had been smiling and laughing, stopped dead at the name. He dropped his glass of soda he'd been drinking. It shattered as it hit the coffee table. He bent down to clean it up.

            "I'll be there in a minute, homme." He scrambled to think of a way out of this situation. He would have excused himself to the restroom and never come back, but Kurt was keeping a very close watch on Remy since a girl, that was not Rogue, had been mentioned.

            "Belle chateau, mon ami." Belladonna said as Scott continued to watch her. When his facial expression didn't change, she figured he hadn't understood her. "Nice house." She translated.

            "Yeah, I heard you the first time." He said coldly. She decided if he wasn't going to be friendly, she didn't have to be either.

            "What's takin' him so long?" She barked at Scott. He then moved out of the way and Remy took his place.

            "Don' wait up for me." Remy said to Scott as he stepped outside. He put a hand on Belladonna's shoulder blade and directed her off the Institute's front steps. "Whadda you want, Belle?" He finally said once Scott had shut the door.

            "What's the mattah, Remy? Can't a woman come an' see her husband from tahm t' tahm?" She said, showing him her pearly whites.

            "I thought we had an understandin'. We weren't ever goin' t'see each other again. I get outta town, I keep my head. That's the deal."

            "Deal's changed, Remy." She interrupted him. He looked at her as they walked down one of the paths that lead through the woods behind the mansion. "It's the tithe." She said. Remy stopped dead in his tracks. It took her a step or two before she realized she'd left him behind.

            "Tithe ain't my problem no more." He said.

            "It is now." She snapped her fingers and nearly two dozen men appeared out of no where to pounce on Remy. He didn't resist, knowing their skill. They had him tied up in less than thirty seconds and held his head up by his hair as Belle leaned in and smiled at him. "Cause this year, Candra wants you."

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            "Man, vere iz he? He's been out there almost half an hour." Kurt said, looking at his watch.

            "Where's who?" Kitty said, flopping on the couch next to him.

            "Remy." Scott said as the girls all came back from their ice cream.

            "Where'd he go?" Betsy said as she entered the room.

            "Some chick showed up and said she was his wife. He went outside to talk to her, but that was, like, 25 minutes ago."

            "His wife?" Everyone shouted.

            "His what?" Rogue asked. Everyone turned to look at her. No one knew she had come in the room.

            "Just some crazy yahoo saying she was Remy's wife." Scott said trying to cover his tracks.

            "She better be crazy." Rogue mumbled.

            "Why haven't you gone out to look for him?" Betsy asked the fearless leader.

            "Well…" Scott started.

            "Why?" Betsy yelled.

            "He said not to wait up for him, and you know Remy and women, I wouldn't be surprised if he…"

            "Don't finish that sentence, one eye." Kitty yelled at him. Everyone was surprised she would stand up for Remy.

            "We have to find him." Betsy said.

            "Why aren't we already?" Rogue asked. Betsy eyed Scott for an answer.

            "He probably went willingly." He said.

            "You think he went willingly with some strange girl without tellin' anybody. You think he just up an' left me?" Scott tilted his head, silently answering yes. Rogue got very angry, very fast. She lifted herself up off the ground and began to charge at Scott. All he could do was put his hands up; she was invulnerable to his optic blasts. Cannonball, on the other hand, pushed himself off the wall behind Scott, activating his flight and kinetic invulnerability. He collided with Rogue, mid air. But since he was going so much faster than her, he pushed her back through the opposite wall.

            "Good job, Scott." Kitty mocked him sarcastically. Everyone was unmoved by the destruction the two had caused. Things like that were a natural occurrence.

            "We have to find him." Betsy reiterated, focusing back on the issue at hand. Scoot just looked around the room, trying to avoid Betsy's piercing gaze. "Excuse me?" She said to his evasion. "Well if you won't go find him, I'll do it myself… some tem leader you are."

            "Ah'm comin' too." Rogue yelled, pushing Sam and chunks of drywall off of her.

            "Anyone else?" Betsy put her hands on her hips and looked around the room. No one answered. Betsy looked at Jean who was sitting on the arm of Scott's chair. She smirked at the lack of support Betsy drew. "Kitty?"

            "Well…" Kitty tried to avoid answering the question, but Betsy's body language demanded a response. "I think what Scott said was stupid, but I think we need to know more before we set off on a mission."

            "Thanks roomy." Rogue said, standing at Betsy's side.

            "I'm coming as well." Storm said as she descended from the sky, joining Betsy and Rogue. Betsy scoffed at Jean, showing her the caliber of her support.

            "Jean, if you're not going to come, you can at least show me how to use cerebro so we can so we know where to start." Betsy said. Jean looked down at Scott, then narrowed her eyes at Betsy. "Alright, I'll just go play with the world's most powerful mutant locator, mentally connecting me with each one on the planet, including all of you, while I play with the buttons and it messes with my brain, because I have no idea what I'm doing!" Betsy smiled sarcastically

            "Fine." Jean relented. "But cerebro's only going to get you so close."

            "Then we'll just have to go on instinct from there." Storm said.

            "If it helps you any, she had purple eyes." Scot said from his chair. Rogue jumped as a memory flashed in her mind.

            "Belladonna!" She blurted. Betsy, Storm and Scott all looked at her, surprised.

            "You know her?" Scott asked.

            "No." Rogue spat.

            "A repressed memory?" Storm tried again.

            "Bingo…" Rogue said through gritted teeth. "It's all comin' back to me now…"

            "Well, maybe you'll recognize something once we get close." Betsy said, trying to focus Rogue's attention back to the task at hand. They all left to go suit up.

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            Gambit sighed for what must have been the millionth time since he got himself into this situation. There wasn't much else he could do though, since he was tied to his chair. His hands were tied to its back legs so he couldn't get his hands on anything and charge it up. The room he sat in was bare. It was a cell the assassin's guild used to house their thieving prisoners. Gambit was being watched by one masked assassin. The man stood over him with a gun. He couldn't see who it was, but he knew anyway.

            "So you a big man in th'guild now, huh, Gris?"

            "Hold your tongue, thief." With that, Belladonna burst into the room.

            "Merci, Gris-Gris, you can go now. Keep watch till Candra gets here." The masked man nodded then left the room. Belle picked up the stool Gris-Gris had been sitting on in the corner and set it directly in front of Gambit.

            "What's this about, Belle?"

            "How's your mutant girlfriend?" She said, brushing off his question. Gambit looked at the floor. He charging the chair he was tied to and then uncharging it. He wanted to be sure that if anyone used cerebro to try and find him, they could. Belladonna merely thought he was fidgeting.

            "Doubt I got one anymore." Belle smiled. "This about me an' Rogue?" Gambit immediately grew livid. Belle got angry and stood up.

            "I wasted too much tahm on you, Remy. I'm done with that." She pulled a knife out of her boot and began to finger the blade.

            "Than what's this about, Belle?" She glanced over her shoulder at him.

            "It's Julien." She said. Gambit immediately looked down at the floor again. He felt self centered.

            "Ain't nothin' I can do bout that." Gambit whispered. Belle's eyes flared with rage.

            "No, Remy, you can't, you nevah could. Now I can. So don't open yo' stupid mouth!" She yelled at him. She held the knife over him as if she were going to stab him to death with it. He wasn't afraid of her though.

            "How you gon' raise the dead, chère?" She slowly backed off. She put her foot up on the stool and put her knife back in its hiding place. Then she sat back down.

            "The tithe, Remy. If I give you t'Candra, She's promised me two vials a the Elixir of Life." Gambit perked up at the name.

            "That stuff's a myth, Belle. Candra's jus' messin' with you. She gets bored with her life, her immortality, so she messes with you."

            "Remy, what am Ah supposed t'do? He's mon frère." She paused and looked at him." I didn' want any of this either, Remy… Why couln' you take me with you?"

            "The deal, Belle. I left an' yo' family wouln' kill mine… that was th' deal. I couldn' take you from yo' family… not after I took Julien."

            "But I loved you. I loved you with all a mah heart, Remy. An' you left me here to rot and die lahk everyone else who don't get out. You were always th' only on f'r me. When you left, so did mah hope. Now Ah'm just a bitter, angry, killin' machine. Didn' you love me enough t'bring me with you?" Gambit sighed again and looked at her sympathetically. He felt awful and guilty. Belle could read his expression well, they'd grown up together. "You didn't, did you? You didn't love me at all!" She yelled. "But you love her, don't you? You love that dirty mutant!!"

            "Belle." He tried to calm her down. His eyes flashed at her. "Belle, I still thought you had coodies when dey forced us t'marry. I'm still learnin'. Mebbe if--"

            "Mebbe if nothin'." She interrupted him, stopping him dead. "You're lucky Candra wants you alive."

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            "Do you recognize anything, Rogue?" Storm asked as she summoned a wind current to carry herself and Psylocke while Rogue flew herself and scanned the humid, swampy, New Orleans landscape.

            "Ah recognize everything… Ah grew—He grew up here."

            "Anything in particular?" Storm narrowed her question.

            "No, not reall—there!' Rogue pointed down and dove for a rooftop. Storm and Psylocke shrugged their shoulders at each other, and Storm brought them down on the roof beside Rogue.

            "This place is heavily guarded. I'd be surprised if we haven't already been spotted." Psylocke said as she scanned the area for minds.

            "The reception was here." Rogue mumbled. Storm and Psylocke rolled their eyes. "She smelled like vanilla."

            "Rogue, this is not the time to be spiteful--" Storm started, thinking Rogue has stopped them here to get angry.

            "This is her house." Rogue replied indignantly. "They have a room in the basement where they keep prisoners."

            "Oh." Storm replied. "Psylocke, do you sense Gambit?" Psylocke had her eyes closed, searching within the building. Then she opened her eyes, shaking her head.

            "If he's in there, he's a needle in a haystack. Most of them are guarding something, but more than a floor or two down and it's just static. Maybe if we pin one down I could get some answers."

            "Done." Rogue dove off the roof of the building, straight down into someone who had stepped outside for a smoke. The masked assassin cowered, fearing Rogue was falling on him. She grabbed the shoulders of his shirt and flew him up to the roof. She threw him down, skidding to a stop in front of Psylocke. Rogue landed gracefully behind her.

            "Was that really necessary?" Psylocke said over her shoulder, bending down to aid the man.

            "Just do your job, telepath." Rogue retorted coldly.

            "Don't get pissy, I didn't lose him." Psylocke snapped back.

            "Girls!" Storm interrupted just as Rogue was about reply.

            "Sorry." She mumbled honestly instead.

            "Me too." Psylocke murmured. Psylocke sat the man up and pulled off his mask. She sat on her knees in front of him. He was stunned by Rogue's powers and afraid of the others. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, just relax." Psylocke told the man telepathically. She gently placed her hands on his face and closed her eyes to concentrate. Storm and Rogue watched her while the man looked around furiously. Psylocke furrowed her brow to try and focus on the million thoughts racing through the man's head. "Calm down." She said aloud. He looked over at Rogue and she held her fist up at him, threateningly. He forced himself to take several deep breaths. After a minute or two, Psylocke reopened her eyes. "Thank you, Questa," She said to the man, "you've been most helpful." He hand glowed and she quickly extinguished it in the back of his neck. He slumped on the ground as Psylocke stood up. "He' sin there, in the basement, like you said." She addressed Rogue. "He's in there alone with Belladonna, but they're being heavily guarded."

            "You didn't happen to ask how to get in there undetected, did you?" Storm asked.

            "Through the ventilation system." Psylocke pointed to the small vent that opened up onto the roof. "They've been looking for ways to arm it, recently." Storm looked at the small, small opening and began to back away.

            "You two will have to go in without me." Storm said.

            "What?" Psylocke asked. "But your powers are best for when there's only a few of us up against an army… you even things out."

            "Storm's claustrophobic…" Rogue informed her. "Very."

            "I think I can fix that!" Psylocke said. I can project an image into your mind… make it look bigger… how about now?" Storm looked at the opening. She saw a ring representing the passage, but it floated over a large black space. Her quick pulse slowed.

            "I think I can manage that." Storm said apprehensively.

            "Alright." Psylocke shifted her attention as she addressed both Rogue and Storm. The image in the Storm's mind flipped back to reality, stinging her brain. "Sorry." Psylocke said. "It takes a lot of concentration, so we won't be able to communicate. I don't know how long I keep it up."

            "Rogue, you go in first since you'll see thing as they actually are." Storm directed. Rogue nodded.

            "I'll follow you." Psylocke said to Storm. "Let the image in you mind be my guide." They all agreed as Rogue jumped down into the opening, and then Storm slipped through the ring, followed b Psylocke.