Kitty honestly had no idea where she was going, but she kept running until she was under a streetlamp about two blocks from her house before she finally slowed enough to realize what her mother had just tried to do. 'She tried to kill me!' Kitty thought, slowly sinking to her knees as the horror sunk in.

'B-but, it was just the shock of finding out! I'm sure right now she's flipping out about what she did and is looking for me right now!' Kitty thought, some feeble hope flaring inside her once more.

And so she waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited some more.

But Mrs. Pryde never came around the corner, looking flustered and terrified. She never called Kitty's name over and over, apologizing for her rash actions. She never hugged Kitty, saying she was sorry and that she'd do anything to take it back.

So Kitty Pryde didn't move from her spot under the streetlamp until well past midnight, when she finally slumped over on the pavement and began to cry.

/\/\Meanwhile, back in D.C./\/\

Emma began going cross-eyed halfway through the meeting and had to get some air. After excusing herself she went into the hallway and let out a loud sigh of relief, stretching to relieve the aching tension in her shoulders.

'Honestly,' she thought with frustration, 'I could barely understand a word anyone was saying. I understand half of it, that mutants should be allowed to make their own choices and be incarcerated only when they deserve it, but the rest was gibberish!'

Emma leaned against the hallway wall, rubbing her temples ruefully as the migraine she'd been suppressing reared its ugly head once again. 'Oh brilliant, as I if I didn't have enough to worry about already!' she thought as her head pounded, making her skull feel like unnecessary pressure in her head.

Quickly, she slipped into the women's restroom on the other side of the hall and grabbed a small paper towel. Dipping it under the sink, she wet it down with cold water and pressed it to her head. The migraine immediately began fading away, as if the cold chased it out of her head.

"Aah, much better!" Emma sighed in relief as the pain finally faded away. She was wiping her face off with another towel when two other women bustled into the restroom, making Emma jump with surprise. They didn't seem to notice Emma as they both stopped in front of mirrors on the opposite wall of Emma's.

"So, did you hear?" asked one to the other, still ignoring Emma. "About that mutant meeting going on?" asked the other, making the first one nod. "What a waste of time! As if mutants actually deserve our help! As if they deserve our freedom! They're just a bunch of filthy animals!" exclaimed the second woman, making Emma freeze as she was heading for the door.

"I know, right? ! I just hope President Edwards isn't stupid enough to feel sorry for them!" snarled the first woman.

Rage began boiling inside Emma as the second woman growled angrily, "Unfortunately I've heard one of his friends is a mutie. Too bad; I was enjoying all those anti-mutant rallies. There was always a good guy to find there that actually believed muties are a disgrace just like me."

"Oh, really? ! That sucks! I wanted to go to an anti-mutant bonfire this weekend; I heard they were going to roast all the mutant propaganda in the city, along with a stuffed mutie they made. It was going to be so much fun!" sighed the first in longing frustration.

Both woman had by now finished their makeup and were leaving the restroom when a voice spoke up: "You really should be careful when you say stuff like that. You never know when another mutant is in the room."

Both women turned to see Emma leaning against the counter of the sink, trembling with rage. "What? Oh, don't tell me you're a mutie!" snarled the first woman, looking pleased with what she'd just been saying.

"No," said Emma coolly, "But my sisters are." "So what? That should be enough of a reason for you to hate mutants too! Muties stole your sister's humanity! You should be trying to tell the government to make them normal with a 'cure', or-!" the second began. But she didn't finish. Both women froze as a sharp pain erupted in their heads.

"Like I said, you should be careful when you say that sort of bullshit! You never know when a mutant is around!" hissed Emma's voice, though her lips didn't move an inch.

"B-bitch! What the hell are you? !" screeched the first woman, though it came out as a strained gasp. Both women had fallen to the floor and began squirming in agony, unable to cry out because of a pressure on their throats.

"Let's just say I'm your worst nightmare," said Emma simply.

/\/\Meanwhile, back in Chicago/\/\

Kitty didn't know how long she'd been lying there, but when she heard a voice behind her she thought she was dreaming. "Kitty? Kitty Pryde? Is that you?" asked someone.

Kitty sat up a little and looked up to see her neighbor Trisha Merridew standing over her, carrying a grocery bag and a flashlight. "It's two in the morning," said Trisha, "What are you doing out here?"

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A/N: Hey peoples! So, how'd you like it? Good right? IT BETTER BE! Just give me your opinions ASAP and I'll continue writing this! Laters everyone!
-Wind