Well, my writer's block has been cured. And I would like to establish here and now that these characters with the exception of Ororo and Hank belong to Raven as does the plot. The only thing that is mine is the words. So this chapter is cowritten.

Ororo and Hank's plane arrived around noon in downtown Amsterdam. From there they traveled to an isolated part of the city where the Professor said their mutant signatures had been appearing.

"Well, this is it."

Both mutants looked up at the rundown house that had seen better days. One shutter was crooked and flapping in the breeze. The others lay broken and rotting in front of the house. The left half of the house was tilted and the roof was missing a few shingles. All in all, it made the Brotherhood house look like the Ritz (that was shamelessly stolen from Raven :P), and it smelled.

The inside, if it was possible, was worse than the outside. The wood was rotting and the furniture torn to pieces. Several steps were completely missing and the rail was leaning precariously far to the side.

"My dear, I don't believe I can make it up that stairwell. So I'll leave that floor to you."

"Very well, Hank. Try to stay out of trouble will you."

"Trouble? Ororo, I believe you have mistaken me for someone else."

"No. I just don't trust this place. Something is off."

Hank nodded in agreement. "Yes, and if you insist, I will try to stay out of trouble."

Ororo simply smiled and lifted herself into the air as she glided up to the second floor.

Hank shook his head and walked into the kitchen. He soon found that the light switch didn't work and attempted to fumble his way to the window so that he could let some light in.

As soon as he pulled back the drapes, something jumped onto his back and began to try to punch him in the face. Surprised, Hank pulled the thing off his back and threw it across the room. From the light coming from the window he glimpsed a figure next to the wall. As soon as Hank saw it, it disappeared into the shadows.

Hank's breathing was ragged as he awaited the next attack. Suddenly, a blue-skinned boy with shoulder-length blond hair pulled into a ponytail and his ice blue eyes were on fire.

"What are you doing in my house, you overgrown, Easter egg colored, ape?" The young man snarled.

"I came to talk to you about possibly…"

"You know what? I don't care!" The boy yelled as he lunged at Hank.

But this time, Hank was ready. He grabbed the boy around the waist and pulled him to him. The boy struggled to get free, but Hank's iron grip was too much.

Meanwhile upstairs, Ororo was searching through the rooms of upstairs. So far they had been like the rest of the house: in shambles. She paused when she heard a crash downstairs.

"I told him to stay out of trouble." She mumbled as she turned to head back down the stairs. That's when she noticed that the door at the end of the hall was open. Curious, she began to walk towards it. A moment later she was at the threshold. She was about to step into the room when she was grabbed from behind.

Ororo found herself slammed up against the wall with her arm pinned behind her back. Two hands gripped her shoulder and a low voice hissed in her ear, "Who are you?"

Ororo was seething. "Perhaps if you learned how to treat a lady, I could help you in that matter." With that, Ororo sent a small lightening bolt toward her attacker much in the way she had sent one at Bobby the day before.

The man jumped back and Ororo swirled to face him.

He was young, no older than sixteen, with braided black hair that fell to his ribcage and piercing gray eyes. He was floating in the air above her with a look that could kill a person. But let's face it. She was the weather witch and a severely pissed off one at that.

"Get down here. I need to speak with you."

The boy's face showed anger and confusion, but he remained where he was.

Ororo's eyes narrowed and turned white. Thunder boomed outside. "Get down here now. Before I have to make you."

Downstairs, Hank had finally gotten his assailant calmed down enough to listen to him.

"It's a great place. I'm sure you and your friends would get along nicely there."

"Listen here, Hank," he said putting emphasis on the k, "I am not interested in going to some freak show school. Now get the hell outta my house before I put your insides on the outside!"

"Phantom."

Hank turned to see Ororo with another young man. She nodded to him in acknowledgment.

"Wraith, butt out."

"Phantom, hear them out. Besides, your decision is not mine or anybody else's."

"Fine, call the others."

Moments later footsteps can be heard pounding down the drive why and up onto the porch. Two teenage boys and one girl walk into the room. The first boy is tall with shoulder-length black hair and a pair of dark shades covered his eyes and he gave a slow sadistic smile that showed a pair of fangs. Wraith glared at him.

"If you need to feed Blood, go outside."

"I'd rather stay in here."

The second boy just smiled an insane smile that reminded the two X-Men of Pyro. He was the same height as the first boy with long reddish brown hair and cool blue eyes.

The girl had long black hair that feel to her waist and was pulled back in two braids. She had dark crimson eyes and blood red wings that fluttered behind her.

"Now tell them what you told us."

An hour later, the group of mutants was still in the kitchen. The five younger mutants had decided that they wished to go to this so-called school for the gifted.

"Before we go, could we please see exhibits of your powers and perhaps your names?"

Phantom nodded.

"Wraith."

The boy that Ororo met earlier pushed away for the wall and levitate into the air. He flew over to the refrigerator and ripping it out of the wall proceeded to throw it across the house. Suddenly, Hank and Ororo felt a tingling in their minds.

'Seen enough?'

"Yes, thank you."

"Angelique."

The girl with wings just glared at Phantom.

"It's obvious. I'm not doing shit."

Phantom glared at her. "Bloodshed."

The boy with the shades removed them to reveal blood red eyes. He walked toward Ororo and looked into her eyes.

Ororo suddenly began to feel sleepy. It continued for several moments before she said, "Stop. That is enough."

"Hypnosis. Useful."

"Especially with the ladies."

"Cool it, Blood. Victor."

The insane boy just grinned and sent a white-hot blast of energy past Hank's head singeing the ends of his fur.

"And you, Mr. Phantom?"

"You've seen what I can do, Doc."

Hank nodded. "Very well. Please pack your things and then we will leave."

The teens nodded and returned minutes later, each with a single duffle bag.

"Let's go."

"I called the Professor to tell him of our arrival. Victor, you and Phantom are sharing a room. Wraith and Bloodshed, you will be sharing a room, and you, my dear," Hank said looking at Angelique, "will have your own room."

Angelique smiled at the blue doctor.

With that, the group of mutants headed to the airport and to new beginnings.

Wow, I feel much better about this chapter. Keep in mind that this takes place on the same day as Ava's first day. They'll arrive back in New York around dinnertime. So the next chapter will be the first danger room session and shopping! Tune in tomorrow it should be up! Oh, and I now have almost 350 hits on my story! Yeah! Much love, me 