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Mutant High Episode 2- "The Brotherhood Revealed"

Chapter 8

It all happened so quickly- yet Jean almost could see it in slow motion.
His eyes, crinkling at the corners. His lids fluttered-once- and when they pulled away, they revealed nothing but red. The blaze was instantaneous- but the girl was good. Her hand forward, sparking like a severed wire, throwing a light just as luminous, just as red. There was contact- and then it shot backwards. Flying, just as fast as it had been thrown initially.

The blast struck Scott directly in the face. He was immune to his own beams, which was lucky. But his luck seemed to run out there. The force was still enough to pitch him off of his feet and flying backwards- like a leaf in a wind tunnel. It wasn't until his head made contact with the telephone pole that he stopped, slumping to the ground in an unconscious pile.

"SCOTT!!" Jean's roars of terror could not be controlled; her knees went weak in shock. She couldn't stop the trembling. Remy reacted no better.
"OH MY GOD!" was all he could scream. Jean began to rush. But Ororo's shouts interjected.
"There's no time! We must stop her first, or we're all- ahh!" Her speech was cut off as a falling tree branch flew towards her. She managed to dodge, barely.

"She's right," and Remy said nothing more. He threw his card, blazing with energy, ready to explode. The dangerous woman pointed her finger at it, ready to fire. Jean held the card in her hand- in her mind. She wouldn't get her shot.
And she didn't. Before the card could hit, Jean lost it. She pushed the card straight into the ground, blasting the pavement. But she hadn't done anything.

Get Scott, and get out.
Dr. Xavier didn't have to tell her twice. The others seemed to get the message. They slowly pulled back, Jean sweeping Scott's body up in her mental grasp. Ororo's eyes stayed white long enough to bring the fog in for cover.

"What if they keep going?" Bobby asked.
"They won't," explained Dr. Xavier, as Remy lay Scott in the backseat of the van. "We need to get him to the hospital. Now."

And with that, they pulled away. And so did Wanda Maximoff.

"We pull back. We got our message across."

Wanda nodded, holding her arms, reserved. Of the six of them… she was the last one standing.

She smiled, satisfied.