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Mutant High Episode 2- "The Brotherhood Revealed"

Chapter 6

Dr. Charles Xavier needed no sense of postcognition to figure out what had occurred at the police station- someone had broken Dom Petros free.

Of course, it was always possible that Dom had escaped on his own. But it was highly unlikely. Dom's powers were earth related, but there were no jagged breaks, no damage in the surroundings that indicated heavy quaking. If anything, the entire station was eerily serene. Nothing seemed amiss; except for two things- the first was the way every person in the station was slumped over, unconscious. The cops scattered throughout. The secretary up front, her blonde ponytail splayed over her head like a dead plant. A pair of troublesome looking teenagers, cuffed, and probably either stoned or drunk, if not both.

The other thing was the bars of the cell, which must have been Dom's. The bars peeled away from each other as if they were rubber- they looked stretched and frozen, as if any second someone would hit the "play" button and they would snap back into place. Xavier ran his hands along the metal. He closed his eyes. Who could have done this?

"You're not the guard," Dom half-exclaimed.

"An observant one, aren't we?" scoffed the tall blonde man. He extended his hand through the bar. "I'm Eric Lensherr. I'm a lawyer." Dom stared at the extended limb, and pulled his own arms toward him. "Who are they?" he gestured with his head. "You're legal team?" Eric laughed. "No. No, they're not. They are the only family you may have." "That sounds like a threat." Dom took another step back, clenching his fists. "Now please. I am not going to hurt you. What I mean, Dom, is we're mutants too. I want to help you."

"Help me with what? If I really want out of here, I can get out. If you know that I'm a mutant, you know what I'm capable of."

"Listen to him, you twit," barked the black haired girl. "He's not as much of a jerk as he seems." She stepped forward, clutching the bar in her pale hand. "You aren't going to have a place to go after this. What you did was a big no-no. they're going to hunt you down."

"Not a threat?" Dom scoffed. "I know a threat when I here one."

"What Wanda means," Eric interjected, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder, "Is that prejudice against mutants exists." He raised his hand off of Wanda's shoulder and slowly spread his fingers. With his hand's pace, the bars in front of him groaned and twisted, repelling from each other. Eric stepped through the space, standing face to face with Dom.

"It will be much worse than the prejudice you experienced today. People are cruel to one another, especially those who don't belong." Dom turned away. He had no desire to look Eric in the eye. Especially when he was right.

"We want to make a place where you will belong, Dom. Where we belong."

Dom said nothing. He simply choked back his tears and nodded.

"Hey Rogue," started Bobby. "Have you heard about that school in Massachusetts?"
"You mean the one that got wasted by those mutants? Yeah. Why?"

"Just wondering. I'm using an article on it as my current event for tomorrow. What's my opinion on it?"

Rogue shrugged, before taking a swig of her root beer. "I have no idea, it's your opinion. Honestly, it's not that hard. It's not like it's politics or something."

"Politics aren't that confusing. It's math I've never understood," added Scott. He sat at the table with the other two students. "What exactly happened in Massachusetts anyway?"

"It was this private school," Bobby explained. "Some fancy bigwig place, you know the type. Everyone has perfect hair and perfect clothes and a perfect car and perfect grades."

"Sounds just like our school," Rogue sarcastically interjected.
"Anyway," continued Bobby, "It turns out there were two mutants in the student body- a set of twins, a guy and a girl."

"They had pictures in the article," Rogue cut in, again. "The guy seemed like your type, if you catch my drift."
"Ha ha. Very funny, Rogue. Care to repeat that? Your hair is too loud."

"Can I finish?" Pleaded Bobby. "Anyway. The school ultimately decided it was too dangerous- and probably too damaging to their image- to keep the students in the school. They decided to expel them. This big lawsuit was building up-"

"And then the two kids went totally ballistic and burned the entire school down!" Rogue cut in. "Ker-BOOM!" She flashed her hands emphatically in Bobby's face. Bobby pushed it away. "God Rogue, can you shut your fat face for ten seconds?"

"Around anyone but you, Bobby my loooove," She mock-swooned. Bobby responded by zapping her in the left collarbone with an ice blast. Rogue yelped before pulling her glove off and lunging at her friend. Bobby leaped from his chair like a frightened gazelle and sped off, Rogue blazing after him. Scott shook his head before he noticed the article sitting on the table, sloppily torn from the newspaper. He swept his hair out of his eyes, and examined the photograph. The large black and white picture was taken from the sky. It showed the destroyed building, an epicenter of depression among an otherwise pristine forest.

"The Massachusetts School, of Massachusetts, caught fire after an attack by two mutant students," read the caption.

"My alma matter, the Massachusetts school," said a voice over Scott's shoulder. He looked up, startled. It was the woman in white. Jean's teacher.

"Oh. I didn't know you were there," Scott stuttered. "I'm sorry- what's you're name again?"

"I'm Emma. Scott, correct?" He nodded. "Did you know, or did you have to read my mind for that?" he half joked. Something about this woman made him very uncomfortable. Perhaps it was her large, exposed chest dangling inches from his face. Just because you don't quite like them doesn't make them any less distracting.

"I knew. Jean talks about you a lot," Emma explained. Scott was curious. "She does? Why?"

"Well, you see, Jean and I talk about a lot of things. Removing her stressors goes a long way to helping her have better control over her powers. It's a bit like therapy."

"What ever happened to doctor-patient confidentiality?" Scott muttered.
"I'm not a doctor, and I have a poor sense of psychological ethics," She stated, as if it were plain as day. "If it really bothers you that much, I can wipe your memory."

"No, that's okay. Thanks for the offer, though." Scott was getting quite put off by Emma. He could just leave, though, could he?

"Hey, there you are!" Remy coolly sauntered in, lazily falling into the chair next to Scott. "Oh hey yourself!" Scott practically yelled. "Ready to go?"

Remy raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"
"I need a ride, Remy. Please?"

Remy sighed. "Dr. X hasn't even gotten back yet, Scott. Don't you think we should wait?"

"Family dinner," Scott lied. Besides, the session had ended fifteen minutes ago. Just because they were all loitering around didn't change that.

Well, everyone except Jean. She had left about fifteen minutes ago. Why hadn't Emma gone?

Remy sighed. "Sure, babe. Lemme get my stuff, okay?" He turned to leave, but got no farther than the kitchen doorway when Jean came stumbling back in.

"Forget something?" Scott asked, smiling.
"Like, 'excuse me?'" Remy grumped.

"I was just driving back home," Jean was wide eyed, "and there was this guy."

"Sit down," Emma commanded. Jean headed to the table, absentmindedly fumbling for a chair. "I picked up his thoughts. It was a total accident- it still happens, I do it by accident sometimes," she admitted. "Anyway, he was headed towards the school. He's going to blow it up."

"Blow up the school?" Remy echoed. "With a bomb?"

"No. Mutant powers, he was a mutant. He's got a whole group of mutants that are going to meet up with him, and they're mutants too! They've already blown up another school, somewhere else! Dom is with them! I have no clue if Dr. X is in trouble or not…" The china began to shake.

"Calm down, Jean." Emma instructed. "Gather the others and go. If they're mutants-"

"Then we'll stop them," Remy finished.
"We can't!" cried Scott. "We have no clue what they're capable of. They blew up a whole school!"

"So could we!" Remy cried in response.

"If we don't do anything, nobody will," Jean said, staring out the window. "If someone was drowning, and you had a lifesaver, you'd throw it to them, right?"

Scott had no response. Jean gathered herself, and looked him in the eye.

"You're right. Let's get the others."