I smirked, looking out the window, never knew the Professor had a son, and he had multiple personalities. Lucas, Ian, and the real one, David. Lucas was the one who had taken over the body, and he was the strongest. Jean hadn't been much of an opponent to him. She wasn't much of an opponent to me either, telepathically or physically.

Being a telepath was a pretty awesome power, and on top of being a telepath, I could do one more thing, create organic and inorganic matter. Run out of pencils during a test? No problem, just imagine a pencil in my hand, a ta-da! Pencil appears.

Really came in handy out on the road, where I didn't have a decent restaurant around. Just imagine a bacon cheese burger, and ta-da! One will appear. Sometimes I wonder if I'm actually creating it, or I'm making it appear from somewhere else.

Of course, that was one of the more innocent uses of that ability. My telepathy, that had helped get away with any trouble I got into on the street. I could have gotten away with murder if I had committed it.

I shook my head, to troublesome to think about.

Logan spoke up, "So, how's life on the road treatin' ya?"

"Pretty good." I said, but he knew it was a lie. Life on the road nowadays was harder, now that everyone knew we were mutants. I hadn't really seen Logan since the big Apocalypse fight, after I had made sure everyone wasn't dead, I struck out on my own again. I don't know why I can't just stay in one place like the rest of them. Maybe I'm not easily pleased, maybe I just don't like the mansion, I don't know.

Logan landed the plane next to the ruins of a castle. "Xavier thought he might come back here, and apparently he was right."

Logan pointed to the ruins, blasting music and lights. "He's got a bunch of punk kids there who do whatever he says."

"Cult?" I asked.

"No, just stupid kids having their version of fun." Logan said, grunting, "Stupid music-"

"I love this song." I interrupted him.

He sighed, "You and you're weird music."

"Knives and pens might just be the best song ever written." I snapped, then let it go, "Okay, so we just go in?"

"You first." Logan said. "No need to let them know we're here. You'll blend in better."

"No way, I'm sure you could fit in, a pure bred country boy with a bunch of punk rockers." I teased.

"Just get in there, or I will make you do def con 4 blindfolded." He threatened.

"… That would hurt."

"I know, so get you're sorry bum up there." He ordered.

I sighed, "Fine, but you definitely owe me a cookie for this."

Logan growled as I walked away, "Do not."

I walked up to the ruins, and immediately saw why this place looked like it was overrun by punk kids. Because it was.

The music was blaring, and everyone was some kid of goth, emo, or punk. This was a place I would normally hang out. Raves, warehouse parties, alley parties, those are places where I normally hung out whenever I could find one. Drinks were free, and the music was always loud. If you could overlook the teenagers making out in every corner, they were paradise.

A guy with a green mohawk staggered past me, "Sorry!" He called out, running after some girl with pink hair.

I smiled to myself, being a teenager was awesome. Until someone found out you were a mutant. I really doubt that would present a problem here though, only the Lucas guy would know if I was, and that would only be if he got into my head.

As soon as that thought crossed my mind, I felt a small tap on the telepathic walls surrounding my mind. Another telepath, trying to get in. Must have been Lucas, unless there were other mutants here. He didn't think I was a telepath, though he could easily slip into my mind.

I easily batted his feeble attack away, and then quickly put up mental barriers, knowing his next attack would be much stronger. I was right.

His attack came crashing down on my head like a hammer, and it was all I could do to pushback with all my might, not allowing him entrance. Even if he got past my shields, there were inner defenses I created a long time ago, but those only came into play if he tried to read and control my mind. He was just trying to send telepathic blast, cause pain.

I scanned through a few minds as he pulled back, trying to find him. When that didn't work, I looked around, seeking him out with my eyes. He'll look a little like the professor, and according to reports, blonde hair. I forget which color his eyes were supposed to be.

I felt his attack coming again, and I quickly blocked it, then traced it back to his mind, easily locating him.

I turned towards his direction, tall, blond, kind of cute, and looked very curious. I smirked at him, then motioned with my head toward an unoccupied area of the ruins. I walked behind a few walls, waiting as he followed.

"So, dear old daddy sent a little girl after me?" He spoke in a thick Irish accent, crossing his arms and smirking down at me.

"A little girl who can easily take you down." I said, in a pleasant tone.

"Really? I find that hard to believe."

"You've got a lot of potential, don't get me wrong. You just aren't trained, you could get training." I offered.

"From my father, no thanks." He scoffed, "Now, I believe we were in the middle of something."

His next attack came crashing down on my head like a car, but I managed to pushed it away, shoving an equally strong attack at him. He backed up a few feet, holding his head in pain and cursing. He managed to push my attack away, and then looked back up at me, smirking. "You're pretty tough, you might even be able to give my dad a run for his money."

"Doubt it." I said, and then shoved hard against his mental blockade, finally pushing into his mind.

When Professor X pushes into someone's mind, it's like a gentle yet firm push that sends your mental barriers down. When Jean takes over someone's mind, it's like a wild fire melting you barriers down. When Emma Frost gets into your mind, it's like icy claws scratching there way in. When I push into some one's mind, there's an immediate black out, you can't see anything, hear anything, touch, smell, or taste for what feels like hours, but it's real only a second or two. Hence my X-men name, Black Out. Getting into his mind was easy, simple even.

He gasped for a minute, falling to his knees and grabbing his head. He the pulled them away, waving them around wildly trying to feel something, because he hadn't felt his head. Now, I was in. Time to set about the real job, taking his mind apart piece by piece. That fun part was now beginning.

A long tunnel, with wood flooring, dark red walls, and four black doors. I smirked, this guy had a pretty well organized mind, or was it four minds? Telepaths generally had minds less cluttered than the average mind. It was because their minds were more well tuned. They used their minds much more than humans or other mutants, so they were a bit more well duplicated.

I went up to the first one, it looked very sturdy, stronger than the others. I opened it, looked in, there was Lucas, thrashing around on the floor, scratching at his arms, his chest, the wood flooring, his face, trying to get me out. But I was already in, he was paralyzed, couldn't even get a mental grip on me.

I couldn't help but feel a little empathy for him, I knew how scary it was to have a telepath in your mind for the first time ever. Helpless, powerless, defenseless, for the first time ever. Especially if you were untrained, which you always were the first time. You were always used to pathetic minds that put up no resistance to your power, your control.

I felt the need to consol him, to tell him this was natural, so I walked over to him, and touched his shoulder. He immediately froze, shouting out, "Who's there!"

He couldn't hear his own voice, and that probably scared him even more.

"Calm yourself, this is natural." I said evenly.

"Why!" He shouted, "How could you get in so easily?"

"I am trained, you are not." I replied.

"Jean was trained, I took her down with ease!" He snapped.

"Jean did not have your level of power, as you have an insane amount." I said, "Going up against someone who has just as much raw power, who is trained, is a different matter entirely."

"So… what you're saying is, you're my superior?" He asked, disgusted.

"I'm saying, that if you get formal training, I will be your equal." I then left him curled up on the floor, exiting the room and closing the door. I went to the next one, it looked like a big dog had throw itself against it, clawed at it, bit at the edges, trying to get out. Behind that door might be David, or Ian, or some kind of trap Lucas has put into his own mind.

I took a deep breath, prepared a telepathic shield in front of myself, and opened the door with my mind. It wouldn't budge, not even shake a little! I frowned, a trap is always easily accessible, so that even amateur telepaths could easily trigger one and either be forced out, or trapped inside.

It has to be David. I grabbed the handle, pulling against this door with all my might, physically and mentally. I strain, I yank, I kick, I fight against whatever force is keeping it shut.

Right when I'm about to give up, the door flies open, and immediately, my scene changed, and I was back at the ruins, standing in front of a small blonde kid, about ten, with a light blue shirt on and blue jeans.

At first he looks scared, about to run away, but I stop him, grabbing his shoulder gently, "It's okay, Ian right?"

He nods slowly, swallowing and starting to shake.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I wanna help you." I said honestly. I had wanted David, that was the mission, not rescue Ian. Ian or David, anything was better than Lucas, a step in the right direction.

He seemed to calm down a bit, so I knelt in front of him. He reminded so much of my own little brother, timid, yet curious, and a bit to trustworthy. However, those are thoughts for a different time, a time when I'm not on a mission. When the Prof.'s son's life/freedom isn't hanging in the balance.

"I know about Lucas, and David, and you." I explained, and he looked a little curious now, about me and how I knew this. "So I went inside you guy's mind, and I pulled you out on accident."

He leaned his head to the right a little, and I sighed, "To be honest, I wasn't exactly looking for you, I was trying to find David."

He tried to back up from me, but I held him firm. "Relax, I'm not gonna put you back in! I'm happy I got you out of there, I really am."

He looked a little happier now, not as hurt as before. I smiled, putting my hand in front of him palm up, closing my eyes and concentrating. Soon, I felt a crinkle, and I looked down, to see a butterfingers candy bar in my hand.

Ian's eyes widened, and he hesitantly took it, opening it up to find that a candy bar really was in there. He smiled at me in thanks, and quickly ate it.

"Haven't had food in awhile, huh?" I asked.

He nodded, continuing to eat. "You like ice cream?" I asked.

He nodded, smiling through his chocolate covered teeth. "My favorite is strawberry shortcake, which one do you like?"

He hesitated, then pointed to the chocolate covering of his candy bar. "Chocolate?"

He nodded, smiling, and finishing it off.

Cute kid, really cute kid. Made me wonder where my little brother was tonight. Was he sitting up late, watching a movie? Maybe the football fields, playing a late game?

I shoved those thoughts away, not here, not now. Come one, like Logan taught you, head in the game, every minute of the game.

"Ian, I wanna try to help you, okay?" I asked.

He nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Good, I have a friend waiting for me, his name is Logan, but he likes to be called Wolverine. He's a little scary at first, but trust me, you'll learn to like him."

Ian nodded slowly, not sure he liked where this was going. "We're going to take you to see your father, Charles Xavier."

His eyes widened, but I kept firm hold of his shoulders, not letting him run. "He wants to help you, he's the one who sent me. Think Ian, if he sent someone to help you and David, doesn't he care?"

Ian paused, then nodded, and I smiled. "Great, let's get you out of here."

"Who are you?" Asked a girl as she rounded the corner, glaring at me.

I shrugged, standing in front of Ian, "Little brother followed me here, I better get him home."

She looked disgusted, "Lucas won't be to happy about that, it's supposed to be a secret, ya know?"

"He won't tell, he can't talk." I explained, grabbing onto Ian's shoulder and trying to get around her.

"Lucas came this way, you seen him?" She asked.

"Nope, can't say I have." I said, but she grabbed my arm, stopping me.

She glared at me accusingly, "Have you done something to him?"

"What? No."

"If I find out you've hurt him, I'll kill you!" She threatened. Talk about a fan girl.

My hand shot out, grabbing her throat, and yanking her down to my eye level. I was about three inches shorter than her, but I knew I was stronger. "You kill me? Please, I was killing before killing was cool." I shoved her out of my way, running with Ian out of there.

I liked the song that was playing, it was appropriate.

Somewhere beyong happiness and sadness... I need to calculate, what creates my own madness.

Teenagers stopped me, looking ready for a fight, They had no idea who they were dealing with.

And I'm addicted to your punishments. And you're the master, and I am awaiting disaster.

I held up both hands, floating myself into the air, making Ian float as well. I then thrust my hands outwards, entering all their minds at once. It was a skill I had long since perfected, angry mobs made sure you either learned once, or never had the chance to learn again.

I feel irrational, so confrontational! To tell the truth I am, getting away with murder!

I ran with Ian, away from the ruins, and away from the uncontiouse teenagers, intransed in a black haze. Black Out, that's who I am, I take your sanity form you, for a few mere moments, you're mine. And I don't let you go easily.

Logan was waiting, "So how'd your date go?" He teased.

His eyes drifted down to Ian, "Oh."

Ian took a step back from Logan, but I put a hand on his shoulder, "It's okay Ian, you're among friends here."

He look up at me, his face hopeful, a silent question lingering on his face.

"No." I promised, "We're not going to get rid of you, I care about you just as much as David."