This chapter was a bit hard work to write, so I hope it turned out ok. I'll try and keep the author's notes to a minimum from now on, I know my ramblings aren't very interesting. So here is chapter five.

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Emma was lying on her bed, fighting back tears. She wanted to go to sleep so that maybe when she awoke, she would have forgotten all about everything. She was angry with herself for crying, but no matter how much she told herself not to, the horrible things she had seen came back to her.

She sat up, and made a conscious effort to ignore the memories. She wasn't going to let them upset her any more. Eckhart doesn't care, she thought, and neither should I. But she did feel somehow sorry for him. No, she told herself, he doesn't deserve my sympathy.

***

Brennan marched off to the lab. He wasn't exactly sure what he'd say, but he hadn't thought a lot about that.

"Ah, Mr Mulwray." Mason said as he entered the room. "Another visitor. I am popular today."

Brennan crossed his arms. "What have you been saying to Emma?" He asked accusingly.

"Whatever do you mean?" He enquired calmly.

"You know what I mean. She's really upset, and I'm not having that."

"Upset? I am the one who should be upset. She invaded my memories." Unlike Brennan, he managed to keep his voice at an even tone.

"Oh no, you're not putting the blame on her. I'm not going to let you treat her like that. You leave her alone, or else. This is our home, and you play by our rules." He was almost shouting, but he restrained himself. Adam would yell at him if he heard.

"I am not here of my own will, Mr Mulwray, and I would gladly leave."

"Why don't you just do that then?"

"In fact I might do that. Such a good idea, Mr Mulwray." He pushed the blanket off himself and got out of bed. He was still fully dressed.

Brennan stalked off. Good, Mason thought. He would be glad to get away from this place, and away from the insufferable people. He sat on the bed for a short while, working out what he would do. Back to Genomex, he supposed. Someone would have to deal with the mess at that place.

He got up and walked slowly but precisely out of the room. With a little searching, he managed to locate Adam in the room which served as his office.

"Mason? What are you doing up?" He asked, surprised.

"I'm leaving, Adam. Now if you'd kindly direct me to the exit, I must be going."

"What are you talking about? I'm not letting you go in this state."

Mason looked at him for a moment. "Then you'd better add kidnap to your ever-growing list of crimes."

Adam shook his head. "Mason, why are you being like this? All I've tried to do is help you. What possible reason could you have for wanting to leave?"

"Adam." He said deliberately. "Since I arrived here, I have been insulted, had my privacy invaded and my DNA irreparably tampered with. I think that is sufficient reasoning, do you not?"

Adam was about to say something, but he was cut off. The light above his head shattered. Shards of glass rained down from the ceiling. He leapt backwards, narrowly missing them. The second light exploded, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Mason began to feel dizzy and faint. He was suddenly exhausted. "Adam," He began breathlessly, "I cannot help but think that I was responsible for that..." He stumbled backwards, and collapsed.

***

"Mason?" Was the next thing he heard. "Mason, are you alright?" He opened his eyes. He was lying on a bed again. The back of his head was hurting, and he had a terrible headache. The last thing he remembered was the lights exploding, and then he thought he must have fallen and been knocked unconscious.

"What happened, Adam?" He asked, though he wasn't referring to the events.

Adam smiled. "It seems that your new mutant abilities decided to show themselves. At least now we now know what kind of new mutant you are. You're a telekinetic." Mason was silent for a moment.

"I simply do not know whether to be appalled or relieved."

"I am sorry about what happened, but I must tell you that it was your own fault. I expected something like this, and that is exactly why I wanted to keep you in the lab for observation."

"Are you going to do anything about my...ah...powers?" He was starting to panic, what happened was simply shocking. If he was still at Genomex, he would be seriously considering allowing one of his employees to fit him with a sub dermal governor.

"I'm afraid the only thing you can do is learn to control them. You will do in time."

All Mason could do was nod his head. He was so very tired. The worry and stress was getting to him. He allowed his eyes to close and fell into a troubled sleep.

Adam stood and watched him for a few moments, before leaving the room. He yawned. It was getting late and he wanted to get some rest himself.

***

Mason awoke hours later. He assumed it was either still night time, or early morning, as it was very quiet. Trying to go back to sleep was futile, he was no longer feeling tired and drained, and he had too much on his mind.

Instead he decided to try out his new found abilities. He detested them and still despised Adam for giving them to him, but he found them strangely fascinating. He would see just what he could do.

He searched his pockets for something to test his telekinesis on. An old key card. He hardly recognised the picture of himself on it. He much younger there, and he still had his own hair. And the Mason in the picture was smiling. It was beyond him why he hadn't had that changed.

The only other thing he found was an old photograph wrapped in plastic. He knew what it was of, and he didn't want to look at it. He had enough things worrying him.

He started looking around the room for something to practice on. Nothing looked appropriate, until a glass tube caught his eye. It was fairly large and contained a dark liquid.

Staring intensely at it, and concentrating, he willed it to move. When nothing happened he began to feel silly. Just when he was about to give up, the tube wobbled a little. It overbalanced and fell over, the dark liquid spilling down onto the floor. It rolled off the shelf and fell with a smash. He couldn't help but smile slightly at his pathetic attempt. But Adam did say that he would have to practice.

He got out of bed, knowing that he wouldn't be able to sleep now. As he began to wander around the place, he had the strange feeling that he had been there before, once again. But he can't have been. He would remember if he had.

He felt as if he was being watched, but he couldn't be. It was night time, everyone would be asleep. He told himself not to be paranoid, and carried on. But his suspicions were confirmed when he heard a voice.

"What are you doing?" It said accusingly. He spun around, shocked. Shalimar was standing a few feet away, hands on her hips. Suddenly an invisible force hit her and she fell over, hitting the floor.

Mason walked towards her, feeling a mixture of apathy and worry. Adam would be angry if he'd hurt his precious feral. She lay sprawled out, not moving. He didn't know what to do, so he crouched down next to her to check for signs of life.

Her eyes flew open and glowed a violent yellow. "Get any closer and I'll kill you." He stood up and backed away slightly. So she was still alive. Pity.

She picked herself up off of the floor and brushed the dirt off her clothes. He could see the indignant look on her face even in the dark.

"So that is your power, huh?" She said darkly. "I don't care what Adam says, use it on me again and you'll pay."

"It was a mere accident, Miss Fox." He stated.

"Sure it was. Now get out of my sight or I might not wait until next time."

Mason stood still. He didn't take orders from anyone. They stared at each other, both waiting for the other to back down.

"Is that supposed to be a threat?" He said eventually.

"I'm warning you." She said, beginning to circle him.

He laughed bitterly and folded his arms. It was the principle that mattered.

Her eyes flashed yellow, and she stalked towards him. He narrowed his eyes and didn't move an inch. He wasn't going to let her scare him.

Much to his surprise, she leapt at him, and they both fell over. Mason hit his head again, but that wasn't what was bothering him. When they had fallen over, Shalimar had ended up on top of him.

"And what did you expect that to achieve, Miss Fox?" He asked patronisingly. She gave him a nasty look, then got up, embarrassed and disgusted.