Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora, Granite and Serpentine, and the weapons I gave to Orion, plus her name. But the character itself remains Marvel's. Plot is mine though.

Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath

They're off to do their mission! The horrible mission of death!

Yeah.. o.o

Chapter 44

The walls remained covered by students, each one trapped, each one weakening to the strength Magneto forced upon their limbs. They had been like this for hours, many students past the verge of tears and slowly on the way for an inward breakdown of emotion.

Magneto had been terrorizing them for hours, yelling facts and figures, threatening them, scrutinizing the ones who dare lay eyes elsewhere.

His voice continued, finishing the student's terrible day with chilling words, "The next time you see a human. You do not show compassion, you show no love, no happiness. You give them the coldest glare from the bottom of your heart before revving your powers and killing the inferior beings to dust!"

Soft gasps echoed from several students, a low whimper of a young boy and a high cry from a sobbing girl in the corner.

"There has been mutant killings in the past. I knew a boy named Gregory Jones. Fine mutant he was, mutation was electricity. He, like many others, thought that humans deserved respect from mutants.. until that fateful day. He had expressed to his family and friends of his mutation, and a week later he was dead."

More gasps came from his 'audience'.

"I tell you, his mutation was a great one. Powerful. He could control and create electrical currents. Some of the humans on his street thought he was amazing, like a film character come to life. Others resented him, jealously and rage swept through the minds of many. Often Gregory was asked to perform his powers to a small group of people, and he happily obliged, willing for others to respect the care he had with his powers. Until one day, during his demonstration to a group from his college.. Someone doused him in water. Not a sprinkling.. not even a bucketful. It was hosepipes, seven or eight people gathered, all on full blast. His powers grew too great as the electricity surged his mutation level greater.. Till, it killed him. Killed by his own gift, whilst his gift justly killed his murders."

Crying had begun even more, and mutterings grew louder.

"Humans murdered him! Because of who he was! Each day, humans are turning vengeful, each day, humans are born innocent and they grow to hate us! It will not stand! Mutants deserve their respect!"

Murmurings had got louder, each student slowly becoming more aroused by the facts Magneto had told them, each one had innocent hearts poisoned slowly. The first drop of hatred on the first wicked night.

Bobby looked up, moonlight shining through the bars of his window. It streaked several lines of white across the cold grey floor, reflecting upon black metal bars, which towered and held strength to their very core. Hundreds of footsteps had now begun to pass by, tired and sorrowful, yawns emerging into the once silence atmosphere. Harsh calls sent students whimpering, huddling into cells. Bars slammed shut. The sound repeatedly echoing over the corridor.

Bobby gasped, seeing the tall slim body of Serpentine pause, face turning to glower wickedly into his cell. Her body shadowed by strips of blackness from the height of the bars that kept Bobby trapped from the outside world. She grinned devilishly at him before passing away, shouting at a crying girl before she disappeared to join Magneto via the lone door at the end, their only exit, which locked loudly, the sound creepily echoing and alerting all the students of impossible escape.

The atmosphere was alive with sounds. Some hushed and frightful, some energetic and in awe. Bobby turned his head, peering through a crack behind him. With the moonlight aiding him he could see four mutants in the next cell, chained to the far wall, crushed in terribly by the small cell.

He was about to speak when he heard a low threatening growl. Granite glared in, form similarly striped by light and shadow. Bobby frowned, returning the expression before he suddenly said, "I heard Mystique is giving out rock cakes."

He held back the urge to laugh and cheer as Granite's expression suddenly brightened gleefully, grinning, "Rock cakes." He repeated in his low tremor voice, "Mystique." He turned, sluggishly leading his heavy body away with series of heavy footsteps, chains jangling on the walls from the vibrations, "Rock cakes!" He roared in a joyful voice as the door slammed and relocked, the vibrations fading and Granite setting off on a search for the fake gifts.

With Granite gone, Bobby looked back through the crack again, only big enough for an eye and nose to fit into, "Hey!" He said firmly, trying to grab their attention. Four pairs of eyes flitted to him in a hurry each one was tear streaked and reddened.

"Bobby!" Gasped one fair haired boy from his year, held tightly back by rows of chains round his torso.

"What was Magneto telling you?"

"He was.. Was telling us how humans have killed mutants. How they all hate us. He said that one day, every single one of us would be murdered by raged humans if we don't start killing them!" Cried a young girl from the middle of the group. She was small and was surrounded by the bulky forms of the older students. She only looked to be 12 years old, and haunted eyes peered to him from a pair of slim glasses that sat upon a faintly freckled nose.

Bobby felt his insides tremble with a pulse of fury. Another voice spoke, an ebony haired boy on the far right of the chained foursome.

"There was one mutant who was killed by his own mutation!" He said in a soft voice, pale blue eyes lighted with visible terror.

Bobby shook his head, peering through to them from his crack, "You can't listen to him! Remember everything Professor Xavier has told us, everything Scott had warned you! Remember that! Remember the school!"

"But human's are going to kill us all!" Cried the freckle faced girl again, "What if Professor Xavier got it wrong!"

The fair haired boy spoke again, "He could have.. "

"No!" Bobby raged loudly, glaring at them. His guts ripped with more anger at how Magneto had poisoned them with facts.

All four pairs of eyes stared at him frightfully as he yelled.

"We've got to get out of here." Bobby then said, his voice dropping to a whisper, "If we stay any longer you will have no more doubts and become as twisted and stubborn as he is about humans! Do you want to be murderers?"

The group exhaled soft gasps of repulsive emotion, shaking heads to this.

"No!" Cried the young girl, eyes shining with loose tears behind her glasses.

"There's no way to get out of here. They've locked the far door, and we can't get out of these chains!" Came a clear voice from Bobby's left.

Bobby dragged his eyes from the crack in the wall and peered across in the glum darkness, through the bars and into the cell opposite his, to meet the familiar slim face of Rian, a boy from his dormitory.

"Spy!" Cried Bobby, leaning through the darkness as far as the chains allowed to greet his friend.

Rian gave a faint grin in his direction. He was famous for his stunts at school, pulling many tricks and jokes around the building. He could transform his body invisible at will, aiding him every time when tricks were secretly planted. He was a strange boy, he pulled tricks often, but was a quiet and secretive child, straying from large crowds, "Hey!"

"Rian, you know we need to get out of here."

Rian gave a hesitant nod.

Bobby groaned softly, "Don't tell me you're having doubts about this human killing?"

Rian shook his head, "No, no way. I think Magneto is entirely wrong. I just doubt our chances of escape."

"If the X-Men don't get here by tomorrow nightfall. We need to run a plan. And we need to plan that now!" Said Bobby softly, voice filling the air with an ounce of hope.

"What about Granite?" Whispered a voice from beside Rian. A sallow faced girl now peered over to him, striking silver eyes gleaming his way.

Bobby moved his gaze upon her, "I sent him off on a search for rock cakes."

Faint appreciative chuckles littered the atmosphere.

"He's too dim to understand what we're doing. We can plan easily." Said Bobby with a hopeful smile, "So.. do we get fed in this place?"

"Yeah, they'll take us to the hall tomorrow."

"Right then, meet with me there. We'll begin to plan." Whispered Bobby, leaning away back into the shadows, a confident gleam his eyes.

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Ooooh! The student's are gonna plan! Go on guys!