Erik paced around his friend's kitchen, fuming and ranting incoherently totally oblivious to the effect his agitated state was having on his surroundings.

Especially his metal, sharp and pointy surroundings, and as such looked particularly menacing, what with his evil rant, his classic bad-guy frown and many dangerous objects zooming around him.

"These people are weird, why are they here?" Charles wandered in to the kitchen apparently oblivious to the danger.

"They're worse than weird, they're scum and they deserve to be eradicated"

Charles finally noticed the many knives and other random objects whizzing around the room.

"Ahhhhh, Are you ok Erik? You seem a bit put out."

"Put out? PUT OUT? I'm more than put out, these people, these teenagers are horrid. I hate them"

"Do you think you are going overboard a bit?"

"No, I'm not. Wait a minute…" All flying objects clattered to the floor. Charles looked to his friend in anticipation.

"What is it?"

"It must be their fault we are here. Yes, it's all so clear now, they are to blame"

Charles slumped in disappointment at the unhelpful statement.

"Why on earth would you possibly think that?"

Erik hurried over to the dining table and motioned for Charles to do the same, looking around to see if there were any visible signs of the evil teenagers spying on them.

"Think about it Charles. Something's not quite right about us. Our speech patterns, our actions, my powers going haywire…"

"Actually your powers frequently do things like that if you'll remember…"

"No they don't it's this situation, now back to what I was saying…"

Charles grinned at Erik. "Oh stop trying to be the altogether one here, your powers are as haywire as mine"

"You have no proof, now back to my idea…."

"Erik, I read minds as a power, you can't lie to me, now get over your complex about not being perfect"

"You can not just tell me to get over something like that" Charles just stared at Erik, "Ugh I'll accept that we have a difference in opinions here so we can move on. Now As I was saying, we're not ourselves….well we weren't ourselves. Here away from those other people we seem to be more like ourselves."

Charles nodded. " I see your point, I can't believe I acted that way before."

"Which gives proof to my theory that it's those others that are doing this to us."

"It does not…"

"IT DOES!!!" Erik slammed his hands on the table as several knives flew accors the room and embedded themselves in the far wall. More still rose from their draws and started moving towards the two at the table.

"Erik, stop them."

"I can't, I'm not consciously doing anything to them." The knives floated closer as if being dragged gently and slowly through the air.

"Well do something…"

"Ok I got an idea.."

"What is it?"

Erik grabbed the side of Charles' shirt and pulled him out of an over zealous knifes path.

"RUN!!!"

With that the two boys ran from the room followed closely by a swarm of flying kitchen knives. They ran across the foyer and sharply turned in front of Kitty, Jean and POS and bolted up the stairs.

However some of the knives were not as co-coordinated as the two and flew straight for the three girls. Kitty managed to grab Jean and phased her as three knives passed through them and headed straight for Poe. However at the last second Poe jumped into the air and the offending weapons soared underneath her and embedded themselves in the wall. However this exertion shifted her pile of sheets into more of a toga-with-cap look, leaving her head and arms bare.

Kitty and Jean gasped at what they saw.

Meanwhile the boys who started this mess were still running down the hallway's of the mansion.

"Which way do we go?" Erik called to Charles as they approached a divide in the corridor.

"I don't know"

"What do you mean you don't know, you bloody well live here don't you?"

"Yeah well who knows what these people have done to my house?"

"Who cares, we just got to get away from these knives." The wall was fast approaching.

"Fine, this way" Charles grabbed Erik's arm and pulled him into the nearest room, the two of them leaning against the closed door in relief before jumping in surprise as several thuds echoed around the room. Both out of breath, they slumped to the floor, breathing heavily, Erik laughing slightly between breaths, the mental picture of him and Charles running from kitchen utensils hitting full force, and by extension causing Charles to laugh from the characterized image in Erik head.

Only after a full five minutes of laughing did the two realize that six pairs of eyes, four in slightly amused shock and two in confused wonder were watching them.

Charles and Erik stopped laughing and there was an awkward silence for a while.

Charles took a deep breath and composed himself, trying to sound as casual as possible. "So, what's been going on up here?"

Authors Note:

I'M BACK!!!!!!!

I don't know for how long, but I suddenly felt like writing this again. To all the people who are reading this, thank-you so much, especially to those who started reading it when I first started writing it, I just re-read all your reviews and felt like writing more. As for the story, next chapter, as long as my inspiration keeps up, there will be a group meeting and some introductions…of sorts. Also the first appearance of the person who is responsible for this whole mess! Are you all excited? I am. I can't wait to find out who I'll feel like making responsible when I get round to writing the next chapter. Yes this is the extent of my planning…whatever I feel like at that time becomes law.

Scared yet? Hehehe See you all next time, and I hope to hear from some of you.