Author's Note: That took long, No, actually, it didn't. I had this thing finished since last month, but my schedule got so tight that I couldn't squeeze in the time to upload this. So anyway, without further ado, here it is, the penultimate chapter to my twisted little headgame. Enjoy!
Doza: Here it is then:D
Anhayla1: Thanks. I really regret not having enough foresight to litter a lot more clues during the whole thing, but I hope that the twisty thingie won't disappoint. At least, in the next chapter, I hope it won't. Anyway, thanks, I put a hell of a lot of thought into the Derrick angle, that's why it turned out to be the main focus of the story after all.
Previously on…a normal day gets cracked wide open when Rachel Summers, AKA MARVEL GIRL, attacks headmistress EMMA FROST in broad daylight. And even though there were no permanent injuries, it did leave both the faculty, and the student body rattled, as the possibility of an aggressor within the institute arises. It doesn't take long for the senior team to conclude that the attack was telepathic in nature, and targets people through an empathic, or emotional connection. With the toll of the days events getting to her, KITTY PRYDE tries to spend her early hours of rest training instead, an idea that didn't go to well, as the psionic entity that corrupted Marvel Girl possessed her as well, making her lash out at her teammate COLOSSUS, nearly killing him. Meanwhile, a band of mutants, led by the psionic TELEPLEX and the sadistic BILE, begin an assault on the people of New York. The X-MEN are called by S.H.I.E.L.D. because they're the only team readily available, and the X-Men answered the call, confronting Teleplex's team and preventing them from doing further damage. The fight didn't go well for the X-Men however, and the timely arrival of both the AVENGERS and the FANTASTIC FOUR managed to save them from complete defeat under the SILVER THORN. After a moment's respite, the co-leader of the team, Emma, receives distressing news from her prize pupils, the telepathic STEPFORD CUCKOOS, and MARK VASQUEZ, about the possibility of a super criminal in the student body, in the form of a pyrokinetic named DERRICK GALLIS. And as she confronts the young student about his whereabouts, LOGAN rests outside, only to be disturbed by an out of control pick-up ready to crush him…
Chapter 9: "Violation"
The Mist Mistress let out a maniacal laugh as she tore right into the Xavier Institute's front lawn, a look of murder dazzling in her mad eyes. Logan dove out of the pick-up's way as the driver swerved to the side, stopping in the middle of the sizable lawn. "Hey, dog man." Bile greeted as the dust began to settle. He stood on the back of the truck with a blanket covering something large beside him. "Hey, nut sack." The feral mutant shot back, as he charged at Bile.
"Never learn…" the old mutant muttered to himself as he took the blanket off of his toy, revealing a mounted M-60 fully automatic with enough firepower to stop an invading army. "Crud!" Logan stopped in his tracks, and made a dash to his left, just as Bile took the handles and began to spray at the feral mutant. Even at his top speed, Logan could still feel the bullets streak right by him like shards of yellow light. Three or four managed to catch the back of his flannel shirt, making him feel a\the vacuum as the force of the bullets tore it apart.
"Run, Lassie, run!" Bile taunted as he followed Logan make his way to the wall leading outside the campus grounds, obviously in an attempt to divert the gunfire from the school.
"He's headed your way." Teleplex reported, as he watched Logan jump onto the wall, ready to climb over it for cover. "Go for the goal." He then muttered, just while Logan felt the brick wall tremble and shatter, sending him flying back as the mutant Manacle crashed through with the force of a stampede. "Holy hell!" Logan yelled as he somersaulted backwards, landing on his feet, as the large mutant loomed over him.
"Hey." Manacle hissed, as he outstretched his arms, firing his psionic hook-chains at Logan.
"Missed us?" Coil asked, wrapping herself around Manacle's shoulders.
Derrick's Mind/17:30
"…Where are we?" Derrick asked, as he found himself in a white space, apparently standing on top of nothing but thin air. "Loitering in your diencephalons, darling." Emma responded, emerging from a tear in the white space. "…Where did you come from?" Derrick asked, tilting to see what was through the portal.
"Here and there. I move in mysterious ways." Emma responded, as she began to look around.
"Oh my God, were you just in my fantasies?" the young man shouted, as glimpses of his carnal desires began to fade along with the tear sewing itself shut.
"Well, I wasn't." she responded, putting emphasis on the personal pronoun. "…Desire makes us move the way we do." Emma explained. "I was just checking if you had a desire that could bring about a negative emotion."
"What? Wha-did you find anything?"
"No. But if you want to marry, then I suggest you move to California. They're much more open to that kind of thing. First to approve a bill and all."
"…Uh…can we get out of my brain now? It's becoming really uncomfortable."
"Hm? Oh no, I've 'heard' Northstar's thoughts once. The things he wanted to do to Bobby, really…rest his soul." Emma muttered, as she reached out and grabbed a portion of the white space, and began to rip it open.
"…But, didn't Miss Pryde announce that he was still alive? That he was under rehab?" Derrick asked, as he hurried after the liberal educator.
"Oh, right. Do believe that."
Front Lawn/17:31
Logan cried out loudly as he felt a dozen hooks wrap and tear into his flesh, literally binding him in pain. With the feral mutant preoccupied, Bile turned his attention back to the front doors of the main building, as the three other male members of the team poured themselves to the lawn. "Bile!" Scott called, as he slowed down to a walk, with both Peter and Henry standing behind him in defensive postures. A loud grunt turned all of their attentions to Logan, as he found himself getting pinned on the ground by Manacle's psionics. "…hey, this is comically funny and all, but can you guys help me up now?" he asked, tilting his head up to catch a glimpse of his teammates.
"…As I was saying…" Scott took a step forward, resuming the matter at hand. "If you want a fight, fine, we will fight you. Let's end this. But not here."
"…" Bile raised his eyebrow, with his finger still firmly gripped on the M-60's trigger.
"This is a school. We should settle this somewhere innocent children won't get caught in the crossfire."
"Well, thing is, you see we're super villains. We're the type of people who object to the state giving pensions to war widows."
"…" Scott took a deep breath.
"What in the six hundred universes do you think would make us care about the lives of your school kids?"
"…For starters, it would've made us go lighter on you." Scott responded, fairly certain that he had already given Kitty enough time to evacuate the children to the underground complex.
"Is that right? Because if I remember correctly, we just brought you kids to school the last time we tussled." Bile retorted, chuckling at the situation.
"Take your time guys, really, I'm fine…very comfortable here. In fact, I'm that smell, like bacon burning." Logan reminded, still on the ground.
"…" Scott turned to Logan, and then faced Bile again. "Well?" he asked, to which Bile shrugged his shoulders as a reply.
"Okay. Let's dance, then." Without warning, Scott let the crimson beam of solar energy shoot out his eyes, catching Bile off guard. The shock forced him to pull the barrel up, sending a few bullets into the sky before getting blown away by the optic blast. "X-Men, attack!" he then ordered, as Henry and Colossus sprinted ahead of him, hungry for some payback.
Memory Lane/17:33
"Where are we now?" Derrick asked as he followed Emma through a gray hall. Portraits were hung on the wall, some massive, others not so much, with all of them playing memories from his life.
"Do take a wild guess." Emma responded, stopping as she noticed a particular frame, portraying his freshman year of high school. "…Derrick, I need you to come here."
"…Yeah? What is it?" the young man picked up his face as he found a look of concern on Emma's face.
"Be a dear and tell me about this memory." She quickly instructed.
"That? My…my first year, in high school, before I transferred here; I was in the Massachusetts academy. The place you were teaching." He explained, as he watched the portion of his past unravel before his eyes.
"Are you certain you remember all of this happening?" she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"…yeah. That's where Mark and I met, you can ask him. He…" Derrick defended, becoming much more worried with the stern tone that the teacher had.
"No." Emma corrected.
"…No?"
"No."
"But…"
"Yes?"
"…I got first place at an art contest." He said weakly.
"…there's no Massachusetts Academy, Derrick. At least not anymore. It's been closed for years."
"…No. I remember. I remember! I was there..."
"Yes, apparently you do remember. Unfortunately, everything you may remember, everything you may know about yourself…"
Front Lawn/17:34
Manacle let out a battle cry as he hoisted Logan to the air and threw him across the lawn, right at Henry. Even though the Logan was practically immortal, it didn't follow that he was immune to pain. The blue-furred beast grunted in pain as Logan slammed into him at high velocity, quickly sending him down to the ground. Not letting up, Manacle then focused his mutant energy and willed an endless supply of psionic chains into existence, wrapping themselves around him to create an armor that shone and burned like fire. "That's never a good sign…" Logan muttered as he got off his teammate.
All the while, Coil rocketed herself from Manacle's shoulders, headed straight for Colossus. The steel mutant stopped and readied himself, as he watched Coil outstretch her arms, ready to tackle him to the ground. A second later, their collision forced them rolling to the ground, with Coil continuously elongating and wrapping herself around the Colossus, stretching her arms while they exchanged blows. She knew that one direct hit from the steel mutant could be enough to break her, which was why she concentrated as much on fighting him as she did stretching her body to accommodate the brunt of his fists. By then, Manacle had already taken both Henry and Logan's attention as they tussled on the right side of the lawn, each one dependent on their strength to win the battle. "Mist, take point!" Teleplex ordered, as the woman, still in the front seat of the pick-up, took out a Glock handgun and fired at Scott through the open passenger seat window.
"…!" Scott dove to his right as the bullets flew past him, save for one that managed to tag his shoulder, giving the woman enough time to open the rear window and climb to the back of the truck. "Tear the bastard to shreds." Teleplex hissed as Mist took the helm of the mounted M-60. She turned it to Scott, who she found on his feet, not even bothering to take advantage of the attack initiative he apparently had. "Not again…" Teleplex moaned, as he recognized the young woman who appeared behind the Mist Mistress. "Hello again." Kitty greeted, slugging the older mutant right across the jaw.
Memory Lane/17:35
"…" Derrick stared at the framed picture, his breath the only sound in the mental vacuum.
"Hm. I'm, impressed. I was fairly certain that you'd start spouting a litany of denial." Emma declared, as she watched the life figuratively seep away from the young man's body. "…or you could just be in shock."
"…Shock. I'm still in shock." He whispered, brushing back his hair.
"Ah. You're not really sweating, you know. You jus think…"
"No, no… I…I know that something…there's something that isn't right with me. I knew that. I just…"
"That would be denial. It's usually followed by…"
"Denial? Of course I'm in denial you heartless…woman!"
"How terribly articulate."
"You think this is funny? Coming into my head and messing me up like a…!"
"You didn't think that whatever was wrong with you was actually that your childhood was an elaborately orchestrated hoax?"
"…What? What the fu-"
"Before you began acting like it was a season ender to a WB show… that was the thought you refused to finish. Not that I watch anything from that bloody network…"
"…But…my mom and dad…"
"Yes?"
"No, if…my tuition! I mean, my mom and dad, they have to be alive, they need to exist to have to pay for me being here!" he shot back.
"…Well, that was a peculiarity that I investigated."
"…investi-" before he could finish, another image of Emma came from behind him.
"I just cross-referenced your account number to the bank that you keep your money." she announced.
"What the hell are you-" Derrick turned and found the Emma standing behind him, though the one in front of him just seconds ago was now gone.
"No one has touched your account for more than a year, now. You're parents haven't sent you any more money than what you already brought along."
"…I don't understand."
"It's all you, Derrick. You've been paying with what I can only, hopefully presume, is your own money. And you do have quite a lot."
"…can't be…"
"Didn't you notice, Derrick? Look closer." Emma instructed, stepping aside, and pointing to a picture frame.
"…" Derrick hesitantly turned to one of the portraits, one that celebrated his twelfth birthday.
"They don't have any faces." Emma declared, as she watched the expression of horror dawn in the young man's eyes.
Front Lawn/17:36
The Mist Mistress shrieked in pain as she fell back, but unfortunately for Kitty, she kept her hand on the handle of the M-60, forcing it to swing in the young mutant's direction. Kitty wasn't able to phase in time, just as the massive body of the M-60 cracked against her shoulder, sending her down as well. And before Kitty could even recover, the Mist Mistress flexed her leg, and then viciously booted the younger mutant in the stomach as hard as she could. It was enough to send Kitty stumbling off of the pick-up, and down the ground, on the opposite end of where Scott was.
"Damn it!" Scott muttered as he poised his hand on the side of his visor, ready to take the Mist Mistress out. But before he could open fire, a mass of blue crashed right into him from the side, fracturing a couple of his ribs and breaking the rest from the force of the impact. Manacle had just hurled Henry in Scott's direction, and was now back trying to crush Logan. He swung with his right, but the nimble Canadian ducked beneath it, standing again as he reached Manacle's back. "Stop moving, you little…"
With a feral cry, Logan plunged both his fists into Manacle's back, hoping that a direct lunge could be enough to penetrate the larger mutant's psionic armor. It didn't work. With a snarl, Manacle turned and back fisted Logan with enough force to send him to the ground. Not relenting, Logan sat right back up, only to get slammed back down by Manacle's gigantic boot. "Graaah!" Logan tried to arch back to distribute the pain from his body, but the focused energy of Manacle's armor made it impossibly difficult to do so. Back at the pick-up, the Mist Mistress clumsily got back to her feet, and pointed the M-60 at the direction where Kitty fell. "Time to die." She hissed. Kitty readied to phase, but stopped as she noticed Colossus gain the upper hand in his battle with Coil, and with a loud cry, he hoisted his enemy's elongated form to the air. "Huh?" The Mist Mistress turned her head back, wondering what had Kitty so transfixed, only to find Colossus with both hands using Coil's body as a massive whip. "Oh, sh-"
Memory Lane/17:39
"No! No! I remember everything! I have a family!" Derrick screamed, as the toll of Emma's psychic rummaging began to take its toll.
"Derrick, I'm sorry, but none of these are real." Emma argued, looking around at the portraits of joy, suffering, love and hate. "Someone has tampered with your mind, someone-"
"No! I know who I am! I lived in Oregon 'till I was six! We moved to Indiana after my grandma died! I remember everything!"
"…" Emma closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as her body began to change into impenetrable diamond. "I'm sorry, Derrick."
"…What…what are you…why are you like that?" Derrick asked, the trepidation clear in his voice.
"This may be a bit uncomfortable." She warned, right before she slammed her fist through the nearest portrait, pulling out what looked like tar from inside. "What are you doing? Stop that!" Derrick screamed, as Emma turned her attention to another portrait, punching right into it and tearing the memory apart. "Stop!" he cried again, and once again his plea fell on deaf ears, as Emma continued violating each and every supposed memory that he had.
"Please, stop it!"
Front Lawn/17:41
"Get out of there, now!" Teleplex shouted. The Mist Mistress let out a loud shriek just as Colossus slammed Coil's elongated torso right on top of her, nearly tearing the pick-up in two from the force of the impact. "You do not touch her." Colossus remarked. "…Thank you." Kitty whispered as she got back to her feet, her heart warming up to how Peter valiantly defended her. It was almost enough for her to forget that they were in battle. "…Peter!" A fact that she soon remembered, when she noticed Coil's feet suddenly wrap themselves around Colossus' neck. "Don't!"
Returning the favor, Coil lifted him off of his feet, and then slammed him right into the mansion, taking down an entire section of the wall along with him. "Peter!" Kitty readied to take the woman on, oblivious to the fact that Bile had already recovered as well. Still on his stomach, the old mutant pulled out a .44 Magnum, and took aim. "Bye, bye." He muttered, as he pulled the trigger. Kitty didn't have time to turn as the bullet hit her from behind. "Ah!" Thankfully enough, the yellow design on her costume was interlaced with Kevlar, which took the brunt of the force. Doesn't mean it didn't hurt like hell. With a pained expression, she fell on her face, unable to move.
"Kitty!" Scott got back in the game, ignoring the fact that his ribs were al in different locations, as he aimed his optic blast on the wheels of the front end of the pick-up. It had enough force to propel the automotive, causing it to roll into the air, and into the old mutant's direction. "That's never good…" Bile whispered through gritted teeth as he gathered his strength and sprinted forward, diving and rolling as the truck spiraled just an inch over him. As he got to his knees, he immediately hurled an incendiary grenade in retaliation. Straight at Scott's direction.
Derrick's Mind/17:45
"Don't!" the young mutant screamed at the top of his lungs as he attempted to tackle Emma to the ground, not realizing how much of a bad idea diving at a mass of impenetrable diamond was. Emma knew, and sidestepped out of Derrick's way.
"Don't fight me, Derrick. I'm here to help you." She reminded, as she watched the young man clumsily get back to his feet. He extended his hands to his sides in an attempt to bar Emma from doing anymore damage to the portrait behind him.
"You can't do this. You don't have the right!"
"Listen to me, Derrick…"
"Get out of my head." He ordered, clenching his teeth in anger. Behind him was a memory of his first and only award for academic recognition, the only moment, which he believed, made his parents proud.
"Derrick, I'm-"
"Get out of my head, now!"
"I am doing this for your own good!" Emma snapped back, her voice as loud as thunder. "Now step out of my way or I swear I will be much, much more insensitive." She threatened as she stepped closer, with her eyes glowing light blue.
"…" Derrick closed his eyes, clearly fighting back his emotions, as he let Emma desecrate one of his most cherished memories.
"…There you are." Emma remarked, as the torn image revealed a cavernous passage, leading into absolute darkness.
Front lawn/17:46
Scott got on one knee for a better position, as he fired his optic blast on Bile's grenade while still in midair, resulting in a miniature fireball that lit up the dead sky. Meanwhile, Henry was back on the offensive, lunging at Manacle, then leaping off of him just as he'd make contact, easily causing the larger mutant to lose his balance. And more importantly, force him off of Logan who was already having trouble breathing. "Finally…" he muttered, catching his breath and jumping back up, ready to resume doing whatever it was he was best at doing. "My paws are burning." Henry noted as he kept on catapulting himself off of Manacle's psionic armor. "I have a huge boot mark on my chest, stop complaining." Logan retorted.
"People, less talk, more kicking ass." Scott ordered as he began to outmaneuver Coil, who now had her attention fixed on him. It gave Bile enough time to salvage the M-60 that was lying on the ground. "Kicking ass, or saving it?" Logan asked as he avoided being pummeled by a double axe-handle. "Just a moment, slim." He then reassured, as he positioned himself in front of Henry.
"Go for the eyes." The blue-furred mutant reminded, as he hurled Logan into the air.
"…!" Manacle stopped as he found Logan rocketing to his direction, his claws unsheathed, with a look of utter intensity emblazoned in his face. With a single swing, Logan managed to tear through both Manacle's eyes, the only part of his body that wasn't protected by his psionic suit of armor. After the initial shock, it always took a few seconds before the brain could process the pain that the nerve endings sent it. But when it did, his cries of pain tore through the sound of gunshots as Bile began to open fire, sending a dozen or so bullets burying themselves in Logan's system as they caught him in his landing.
"Logan!" Henry shouted as he watched his colleague get torn apart by heavy gunfire.
The Subconscious/17:49
Emma and Derrick found themselves descending a massive clearing after navigating into the abyss, with a massive, stone monolith standing in the middle. It was surrounded by a moat of black water. "How awfully self-centered off you." Emma remarked as the stone monument showed itself to be the young man's name, spelled vertically, with the last letter of his surname planted firmly on the ground.
"…What is this place?" Derrick asked, as they landed.
"…Hmm, looks like we may have some trouble here…" Emma noted, as she drew closer to the letter 'S'.
"Trouble? What trouble?"
"The kind that could give us Alzheimer's if you don't let me concentrate. Now…be still." She instructed, as her eyes crackled with blue energy.
"Does that mean, 'sit in a corner and shut up'?" he asked.
"You get an A for subtext."
"…"
"Oh, and Derrick?"
"…Yeah?"
"The pain will only last a minute." Emma remarked, as she extended her arms, creating a massive, psychic feedback that had an equivalent of Derrick's mind catching fire. It was fortunate that no one heard him scream. "This is for his own good…" the telepath reassured herself, as she couldn't help but be bothered by the shrill scream of the young man. Emma focused her psychic energies as she started reshaping the 'S' in the middle of the island, ignoring, though with difficulty, the strain her psionic manipulation was putting on Derrick. "Come on…" she whispered, as she used every mental pick locking that all her years had taught her, avoiding the small, unseen fissures and crevices that could draw her mind and destroy it. "Be strong, Derrick…" she then muttered, right as she was finally able to permute the 'S' shape into that of a circle. An opening, to the final chamber that she was so certain something hid.
"…Done." She thought, as a feeling of relief began to swell in her. Derrick was on his knees, both hands clutching his head.
"…What did you do?" he asked, his voice cracked and weak.
"I made us a door." Emma responded.
"…No…you didn't." he replied, as tears began to once again swell from his eyes.
"This is where we'll find the answers we need, Derrick. We need to go in." she encouraged, not admitting that his words worried her.
"You're not letting us in."
"…"
"You let her out."
"…!"
"You just killed us all." He muttered in horror, as a stream of memories, shaped like skeletal wraiths and spirits carrying images of a tortured life in their wake, clawed their way from out of the new opening. "What on Earth?" Emma turned and realized that the circle wasn't an entrance. It was a letter. The last letter to his real name. "…Gallio." She read, as the black water surrounding them erupted in a blaze of hellfire. "Oh, God in Heaven, not her…" And as the name finally sank in for Emma, a massive bolt of pitch black psionic energy tore itself from the darkness above them, and struck her down. Now it was her turn to scream.
Danger Room/17:50
The Stepford Cuckoos' eyes lit up as they all turned and looked at something past the blue-tinted ceiling. "Something's wrong." They declared in unison, as every other telepath in the room began to feel their minds strain. "What is it?' Mark asked. "Is this about Derrick? Is he okay?" he asked, getting ahead of himself. After all, his best friend wasn't in the Danger Room with everybody else. "…"
"What do you see?' he asked again, the students around them listening in as well.
"There's…nothing. Nothing but black."
Front Lawn/17:51
Still screaming as loud as his lungs would allow, Manacle held onto what was left of his eyes as he fled the battleground, heading for the woods where the blanket of nightfall took him in and disappeared. Henry got on all fours and ran towards Bile, who had just unloaded more than half his clip on Logan. "Go to hell!" Bile shouted as he aimed for the blue-furred mutant, who once again jumped from left to right in order to avoid the bullets from cutting him to ribbons. After all, unlike Logan, his bones weren't made from an impregnable metal. And this time, Mist Mistress wasn't hiding under a manhole ready to burn his skin off. In other words, for Henry, it was all good.
"Hit him! Hit him!" Teleplex shouted in the old man's earpiece. Bile gritted his teeth as he unsuccessfully tried to stop the beast, and as the blue-furred mutant drew closer, his fear only multiplied tenfold as the bullets stopped pouring out. "What?" his gaze fell to the side, as he found Kitty on the ground, her hand extended and phased into the M-60's bullet chamber. "Touchdown, jackass." She muttered, as Henry speared the old mutant off of his feet. "That had to hurt."
Back by the front doors, Scott unloaded another helping of optic energy at Coil, who spun her body like a ring in order to avoid it. She was the last one standing, and she didn't need a degree to know that her chances of winning against the X-Men single-handedly were single to none. Thus she opted to do what any rational being would do in the face of an insurmountable odd. "I'm getting out of here!" she shouted to her radio, as she began to retreat. "No! Stay there and fight!" Teleplex ordered, switching to her screen. "This is our time! This is our glory!" he screamed, getting up to his feet and slamming his hands down on to the panel.
"Shove it up your ass!" she snapped back as she attempted to slither away, only to stop as she felt something grab onto her feet. "You wish to leave, then?" he asked. "Let me help you." Colossus then declared, as he lifted Coil off of her stomach and began to spin her like a pinwheel. "No!" Coil screamed as Colossus let go of her feet, propelling her into the horizon. "Good riddance." Logan muttered as he lay recuperating on the grass.
"What do we do with him?' Henry asked as he got off Bile, who was still convulsing from the pain, and the Mist Mistress, who was looked half-dead and was out cold.
"Let's just give S.H.I.E.L.D. a call. Tell them to clean this mess up." Scott commented.
"It's over." Kitty noted, as Peter helped her back to her feet.
"Are you alright?" he asked, supporting her up.
"I'll live. Always do." She responded, causing Peter to smile at her. "Let's-" before he could finish his suggestion, a sudden, sharp pain, like the shrill cry of a banshee, tore into his mind, along with the minds of every other X-Men. All of them screamed in pain as they got on their knees.
"…" a woman stood in the doorway, with her eyes literally crackling with psionic energy.
"…Emma?" Scott turned with an exhausted breath, as the pain slowly lifted from his and his teammates' skulls.
"Well, what the hell is happening now?" Teleplex asked out loud as he fixed the figure of the woman in the center of his screen.
"…" Emma tilted her head up, seemingly focusing on the sky. Teleplex's heart stopped as he realized that she was looking right at him. "Oh…my…Go-" the old man's exclamation turned into a shrill scream as a telepathic bolt slowly started tearing his mind apart, causing blood to flow from every orifice on his head. A heavy static took over the screen as his vision blurred, and inevitably succumbed to the darkness.
"…Emma, what are you…?" Scott stopped as he realized that his psychic rapport with the woman began to strain.
"…"
"…Emma?"
"…"
"…baby?"
Chapter, End
Next Chapter – The last hurrah!
Author's note: Well, hope you liked that. Be a dear and leave some kind (or not so kind, whatever) words behind:D