Okay, only two people reviewed my story this time…I am not very happy with you people. If you don't review I don't know whether or not to continue this silly thing. Anyhoo, to those who did, brownie points!

T.: I don't know if I'll ever get to the explanation in the story so here it is. Mainly, the way I have his character portrayed is he had to choose between which was more important: making sure his kids were dutiful to both parents, or making sure the guild didn't try and kill them too. By allowing them to take sides, it showed that they were more with the guild and less of a threat. Does that make sense?

Cris-X: I'm really sorry about Betsy, but as I said, no place. And as for the twists and turns, you ain't seen nuthin' yet!

Disclaimer: At this point, is it even relevant?

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For some reason that Nicky could not fathom, the Summers children were perfectly content with watching the dance floor rather than participating in it. He supposed that they were scared of new surroundings. That was perfectly understandable, given the environment they grew up in. Sheltered, guarded, just how much of the mutant situation did their parents reveal to them? None of it? All of it? Or perhaps a middle ground. Whatever the case, they probably thought themselves above it. It made his stomach churn. Every mutant should know that they were getting a raw deal. But did they know? The possibilities made his head swim. He liked them alright, they were just a bit naïve, or at least, they gave that impression. He suddenly noticed that they weren't speaking to each other. His stomach jumped into his throat, someone should have explained to them…

Christopher Summers was laughing at a joke his sister had sent him via telepathy when he felt a hand fall heavily to his shoulder.

"What's your game kid?"

"I'm sorry?"

"What do you think your trying to prove?"

"I'm really sorry, but I don't understand what you mean."

"Playing coy, are you? You're going to get us thrown out and arrested."

"Please, if I've done something…"

Nicky stepped in, "Monsieur, dis all be a misunderstandin'. Dey don' know any better."

"Well then someone should have explained it to them!"

"Den I take de blame, please."

"They need to be taught the rules!"

"Have we done something wrong?" Rachel asked sheepishly.

"No powers in the clubs!" Nicky turned and hissed to her. The big oaf took the chance to back hand him, knocking him into a table full of card players.

"Hey man! Watch it!"

"My apologies, gentlemen. Won' happen again."

"Damn straight it won't!"

Nicky gulped, if it wasn't one thing, it was another.

"What do you mean, you 'found him'?" Wanda asked incredulously.

"I mean that I found him."

"Where? How?"

She started to speak again, but was stopped by a sudden jolt in her mind. She spun around to look out the office window.

"What's wrong?"

"You ever baby-sit when you were my age?" she asked, taking on her accent again.

Wanda shook her head, "I was busy trying to destroy all of humanity when I was your age, why?"

"Well, de tricky t'in' 'bout baby-sittin' is dat if y' got twins or siblin's real close age-wise, dey tend t' get in a lot o' trouble when y' leave 'em alone."

"Twins?"

"Pappa asked us t' bring de Summers kids wit' us t'night."

"And let me guess, you probably forgot to tell them not to mention the Institute or the ban on powers in the clubs?"

"Non, I told 'em about de Institute, jus' forgot 'bout de power t'in'."

"I see." She gathered her coat about her, "I suppose we had better clean this up." She moved to the door. Lucretia stopped her, shaking her head.

"No time fo' de long way."

The Scarlet Witch nodded, understanding and turned her attention to the window. With a wave of her hexing powers, the window shattered. Everything on the dance floor stopped except for two men facing each other, blood dripping from their faces. Madame Maximoff stepped in front of the window to insure she would be seen by all.

"Bring the mutants to me," she called over the crowd, "I will deal with their transgressions." The mutant facing Nicky scowled but turned back. Everyone in the club respected Wanda's authority. They may not have liked it, but it kept them from being turned into the mutant hunters. With another wave of her hexes, the broken window reversed itself and the glass formed back into its frame.

Nicky, Chris, and Rachel were brought up to the office by the same handsome man. Wanda indicated that they should sit on one of her luxurious couches. Chris and Rachel looked somewhat scared, but Nicky had a look of shame on his face. Wanda sat across from them. She smiled at Nicky and turned her attention to the other two.

"You are Scott and Jean's children?"

They nodded.

She smiled again, "I have many fond memories of working with them. And it is because of my respect for them that I shall excuse you this evening, but from now on, when in a club such as this, please refrain from any use of your powers. It draws unwanted attention to our situation. Do I make myself clear?"

They nodded again.

"You may go." She stopped Lucretia as she was leaving, "We shall speak again, soon."

Lucretia nodded and left with the others.

Wanda Maximoff went back to the corner she had been brooding in when Lucretia had arrived, and mulled over the news she had been given. The one man who could turn the tide in the coming war predicted by Lucretia had been found. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry or even go hang herself right then and be done with it. Instead, she did the only logical thing possible, she called her brother.

The other line picked up, "Pietro Maximoff speaking."

"It's started," she stated, and hung up.

Detective Boyd Francisco looked at the mess in the upper class pent house. The furniture was smashed, there were bullet holes everywhere, and one slightly cooked dead guy in the bedroom. The corpse used to be a crime boss with the mafia so he felt little pity for him. What disturbed him was how he died. The coroner took one look at the guy and said that he exploded from the inside out. He wiped his brow again. It was a nervous tick of his. The mutant 'investigator' would be here in a few minutes. He really hated dealing with those people, they were so lifeless. And their 'pets' weren't much better either. He didn't like it, but judging by the cause of death, they were the only people to deal with this case. He had thought about just dropping it. Who would miss just one more crime lord? But then, he couldn't go home to his family and tell them that a mutant murderer was on the loose. It was unethical and no one could know if they were focused on that one person or completely psychotic and taking out whoever they wanted. A voice sounded from behind him. He could have sworn his skin had just crawled of his bones. He turned to see a man with short red hair and a stark blue uniform. His eyes were cold and dead.

"Where was the murder?"

Francisco couldn't speak. He just pointed to the bedroom. The man nodded and walked in the direction indicated, pulling on a rope behind him. At the end of the rope was a thin woman, completely bald, wearing a red uniform identical to the man's. She crouched low to the floor and snarled as she was pulled along. The detective shook his head. Poor creature.

Mutant hunter 87 crouched down by the body and took a sniff, he could smell the burnt flesh. He jerked his mutant 'pet' beside him.

"Find it," he ordered her.

She lifted her hands hesitantly over the body, they shook slightly. She bit her lip.

"I get no mental signature, sir. They blocked their thoughts from me." She had relaxed slightly.

87 cursed to himself silently. These mutants were good, but he would find them. He scratched his back of his pet's head. No one escaped a mutant hunter. He didn't care how long it took him to find this animal, he would find it and kill it.

Scott and Jean Summers waited impatiently by the front door of the mansion. It had been hours since their children had left. They really didn't expect them to be gone this long. Scott looked at the clock again, 1:30. He growled silently. The Lebeau children could be so inconsiderate.

Jean placed a hand on her husband's arm, trying to soothe him. They were both worried, but she knew that as reckless as Nicky and Lucretia were, they were loyal to their father. He had warned them to take care of the twins and that's what they would do. She perked up at the sound of an approaching automobile. Scott went rigid. They heard the car stop and doors slam shut. There were whispers. Jean tried to pick up their thoughts. She got a flash of someone with a swollen face and another face with concern in her eyes. The front door opened.

Lucretia was laughing loudly while her little brother scowled at her. Rachel and Chris merely had shocked expressions on their faces.

"What happened?" Scott demanded.

Rachel and Chris looked at each other in surprise, Lucretia stepped forward.

"Nicky got in a fight defendin' his sister's honor," she lied, "if he had given me two mo' minutes, I woulda been able t' do it m'self." She broke into more laughter and Nicky scowled even harder.

Jean knew that wasn't the case. She scanned her children's minds to find out the real cause of the fight and smiled. Nicky had stood up for them at the club. Lucretia didn't want to worry her or Scott so she lied. She sent a silent 'thank you' to Lucretia's mind. At first the girl was shocked but then gave her a thin smile.

"Come on, Nick, le's get you cleaned up an' int' bed." The two Lebeau's left, leaving Chris and Rachel alone with their parents.

"Did you have fun?" Jean asked sweetly.

They shrugged, "It was alright, just don't make us go out with them again."

Scott laughed, "Alright, alright, but we thought it would be good for you to be around kids your own age that hadn't been in the institute."

"They're mean," Rachel pouted.

"So are a lot of people," Jean assured her, "you just need to learn how to cope with them."

Rachel sighed, "Fine."

"Maybe, next time, they can take you two some place more hospitable?" Scott suggested.

Chris nodded furiously, "Lucretia's too wild at those clubs."

He smiled, "I bet she is."

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Okay, this is gonna be the last chapter for awhile. I'm kind of in the middle of a move so most of my stuff is going to be inaccessible for a few days. As soon as I get settled in, I'll have more chapters up, promise. In the mean time, tell me what you think so far. And remember, if you think you know what's happening, you'll keep quiet.