Part III

A quick shower and I am on my way. It is quite early, thanks to my telepathy Scott did not even wake when I left the bed. I head towards the teachers lounge. There I sign on and put on an announcement on the Bulletin Board telling that I am sorry but something come up all my classes are to be rescheduled for tomorrow. The system that Sage made will send an announcement to all my students notifying them of these events. Most will be glad to not have to come to class for a day. To be so young and naïve again.

I head for the hangar. Gambit, also know as Remy LeBeau is on duty. I give him a courteous wave. I quickly jump into a mini-jet before he even has the chance to say anything. Downloading the coordinates from Cerebra is a lot easier than it seems and before you know it I am on my way to Snow Valley. I land the mini-jet in a secluded clearing, where I have arranged for a white limousine to be waiting with a change of clothes. What can I say a girl loves to travel in style. The driver seems to hesitate a moment when I tell him the address, but that is all quickly forgotten with a little psychic push. My white suit looks stunning as I step out into the front entrance of the Asylum. I wear a pair of dark shades, to seem discreet. As I enter I am quickly ambushed by a nurse. Her skin is the color of dark copper. Her hair is pulled back in a simple ponytail. She looks bored out of her mind. Her name tag reads "Violet"

"Please be a dear and tell me where to find Christian Frost's room." I say with my most innocent smile, but she does not want to play.

"You have to fill out paper work and set up a visit before you just come barging in here lady," anger seeps from her eyes. A quick pry and I realize that she hates me just because of the way I look. She also hates the fact that she is stuck in a dead end job surrounded by as she puts it "loonies". But not to worry all I have to do is reach with my mind to calm this bad puppy down.

My eyes sparkle with energy as I tell her "I am sure that is not really necessary is it."

Her face goes blank, "now why don't you be a good little dog and find my brother for me," I smile "before I turn your brain to mush bitch."

She quickly leads me deeper into the building. After several gates I can see that I have finally reached the part where they keep their "tenants" if you may. All their thoughts so broken, like pages missing from a book. Their pain is almost overwhelming. They are screaming out for help. And all these fools do is pump them full of drugs. Slowly killing any chance they have to recover! I get so angry that I do not even notice that we have stopped. In front of us is the room that I just visited yesterday. I reach for the doorknob and turn it. There lays Christian, strapped to the bed. He is asleep and looks so peaceful. How can they ever think that he had done any of these things my father said? I turn my attention back to Violet. And look deep into her mind. Most of it is full of useless information, from watching Jeopardy for years. I continue to take a walk through her memories. And find something that I was looking for, two weeks ago, just down the hall in an observation room we watch as the patient Christian Frost was in therapy. There is a doctor in the room with Violet. Doctor Brands, he is in charge of Christian's case. He makes him go through several tests. Finally the doctor sends in two orderlies. One of them is carrying a needle. He puts it in Christian's arm, suddenly he starts going insane. Thrashing, screaming but is all not making sense just jumbled words. His eyes are shut tight.

"THE PRESSURE. IT BREAKS. TEARING FLESH. BLOOD FLOWS. AGHHH!" with those last words his eyes open a light comes out of his eyes and mouth. Pretty soon it engulfs the whole room. I, Violet, have shield my eyes from fear of going blind. When she looks back the men's bodies are just laying there smoking. Like some energy had burned them. There is blood on the glass. The doctor tells me that it is ok; the energy blast was not strong enough to come trough the glass. I come out of her mind. And I reach out to rest of the employees. They all know what Christian has done. They are afraid. No one wants to help Doctor Brands. Anger flows through me. As I touch all of their minds, I send a psychic bolt that knocks all of them out. They will wake up with a headache in fifteen minutes or so, just enough time for me to talk to Christian and be gone. I rush over to his bed side.

"Christian wake up. Christian," I say as I shake his shoulder, "Come on Christian wake up its Emma."

"Emma," he looks up at me through hazy eyes, "so much pain. It builds up and I have no way to control it. He makes me do it. Experiments are his art. Pain touches everything. Why did you hurt me Emma?" he begins to cry.

Pressure builds up on my throat and I feel my eyes water, "I did not mean to hurt you Christian. I am her now. I'll get you to a place where no one can hurt you again. I promise."

"Excuse me but who are you and what are you doing to my patient?" I turn to look at the voice. All this emotion made me not sense another person getting near. It is hard to catch a psychic off guard but possible. It is Doctor Brands, I quickly enter his mind. He is the other mutant signature that Cerebra detected. His mutation is quite strange, he is able to analyze anything and as he likes to put it 'tweak' it make it reach its full potential. His power drains him quite a bit so he only uses it when he pleases. He does not care for the possible side effects from this process. I reach as far back as I can I see all the people he has killed in his research, he cares none for them. His wife, his daughter and son all dead, thanks to him. He hides behind this face of trying to help people when in reality he just wants more subjects. Then in his far reaches I see the face of my father. I see why he wasn't affected with the rest of the staff; he was out of the building when I knocked them all out. He just had arrived. Before he can make another sentence I turn into diamond form and throw him against the wall. Sure I could have knocked him out like the rest but for him I wanted it to hurt. Just how I will make it hurt for my father.

The limousine takes me to the Frost household. I call ahead to make sure that Daddy dearest was home. As the limousine pulls up to the circle drive, I remember how much I hated this place. I step out and head toward the door, where there is already a maid waiting to lead me to my father. The inside of the house has not really changed since I told my father that I would make it on my own and left for good. I am led to his study. He is sitting behind his desk looking over some paperwork. He slowly looks up,

"Hello Emma, my you look wonderful. Such a strong, resilient beauty." He tells me with a smile. I actually think that he is proud.

"Aren't you just full of compliment, but I rather talk about your involvement in Christian's treatment, and don't make me tear it out of your mind." I tell him quickly.

"Seeing that you would try to do that I have taken precautions, I have had a psychic scramble stuck right here," he says as he taps the part where his neck and head meet, "not that I think I would needed for you since Cordelia told me your powers did not work against each other."

"But anyways, Christian was getting out of control. He suddenly had these energies trapped inside him I contracted Dr. Brands to help him. But so far there has been no change. It seems that thing have gotten quite worse. The Dr. is afraid that this rate Christian will burn himself out." He acted so sad about it.

"You may think that you have got me fooled but there is no chance I believe you." My eyes burning with hate. I turn and start to leave. But I quickly pluck out information of the servants as I do. It appears that my dad met with the good doctor last night and one of the maids over heard him say to move on to the next step of the plan. I know things are going to take a turn for the worse.

Before heading back to the Institute, I make a stop at Frost Enterprises in New York City. I call one of my old contacts from the Hellfire Club days. I ask for 20 mutant mercenaries…I will call back for when to mobilize them…

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