A/N: Sorry for the long wait for updating. I was in LA with my theater group last week but I will update regularily now. Thanxs spitfire47

"Why are we here?"

I sighed and took in a deep breath before glancing down at the small boy beside me. He had messy dirty blonde hair, slightly taller than 5 foot in height and he wore baggy clothes. His eyes were the strangest though he had one orange eye and one red one, the colours of fire. It sometimes pained me to look at him for he reminded me so much of his father, St John Allerdyce aka Pyro or as I liked to call him; firebug. I remember clearly why I had left New York even though I hated to do it, but in the end I did. I was Wanted and I couldn't raise a child running around the state looking for a safe place to hide.

"Next!" The voice was monotonic, sharp and above all, bored. We moved up slowly but we had at least twenty more people to go. We have been standing in a long line for about two hours watching guards split mutants up into different categories, or sending another mutant into a semi-closed off room with only the entrance open so that everyone can see what you do.

"Mom," the small boy asked.

I looked down and asked, "Yes Tyson?"

"Why are we here? Why do we have to do this?"

I sighed and said, "Because it is law Tyson, we have rules to follow."

Tyson hmph-ed and muttered, "It's a stupid law."

When he said that I couldn't help but smile as he sounded so much like his father. If you squinted you could see some of myself in Tyson, his bony face and his height at such a young age but everything else he takes from Pyro's genes.

"Next."

"Just relax Link."

Link, the nickname Tyson's former friends gave him when they were allowed to play with him before their parents had found out about Tyson being a mutant.

After the events at Alcatraz were pushed out to the public, mutant terrorizing turned for the worst. More and more people became cold and distant to those who had powers even if it was their own family. It wouldn't be strange to see a young mutant being chased down the street by a raving father nowadays with the mother right behind him. The Mutant Registration Act took place only three days later when all the 'bad mutants' were cured and then imprisoned. I was worried for Pyro though we had stopped contacting each other a long time back to be honest…to be even more honest it was a year or so. Okay so I didn't go back after having Tyson, but I had to make sure that we would be safe, that I wouldn't get arrested when I took my first step onto New York territory.

But the one thing that took me by surprise first was the cure, the fact that the humans even had the nerve to come up with something like that, insulting. Tyson was around at the time when they had come out with it, I kept receiving promises and a whole bunch of other stupid crap from the government if I gave Tyson the cure 'freeing' him they called it.

Tyson was telepathic. He had the ability to make empathy links, shot mental beams that destroyed objects, and project mental illusions. But that was not all, he was also a pyrokinesis. He was capable of manipulating, creating and bending fire to his own will. He could decrease and increase size and temperature. Tyson could create fire creatures that could sit in the palm of his hand but not for long before they extinguished. He was also able create fire from mere thought, he did not need a starter.

"Next." It was Tyson's turn and he looked back at me with pleading eyes as if telling me to not make him do it. I mentally pushed him forward slightly just so that his toes were on the black taped line. He looked around to see three walls surrounding him and glaring down at him. I could easily sense his distress and tried to sooth him through our empathy link. The woman at the desk raised her eyebrow at my son and pursed her lips.

"Name."

"Tyson John Wallace Horn."

"Age."

"Ten."

"Powers?"

"T-telepathy and fire."

"Demonstration."

He raised his hands and the three walls surrounding him immediately burst into flames. The woman shrieked and jumped back in fear and in shock. I entered the link Tyson had made with the woman and saw that he had projecting images from The Shining into her head. I sighed and shut down the images and then destroyed the link. Guards were all over the scene now, Tyson watched as they struggled to put out the fire and calm the woman down who was now hysterical and shouting to wake the dead. Mutants were looking over and I snapped my fingers at my side and they turned and continued on as if nothing was happening. I watched as they took the shaken woman out of the stall and then another woman quickly replaced her and started to type in some notes. She snapped her fingers and a guard rushed over with a box make EXJ49 and another marked 44N93. I didn't know what the numbers meant but I'm sure that they didn't have a very good meaning.

"Is your mother here?" the young woman asked in a cold dark tone. Tyson pointed to me and I immediately picked up that she didn't like me. The guard who brought the boxes pulls me toward Tyson and the evil woman who glares at me then the computer as she types in some more notes.

"He is extremely dangerous," the woman announced out loud. People turn and look at us as I pull my son closer as I prepare to make a mental force field around us just in case any soldiers with the Cureguns make a move.

"And?" I asked sharply back, this woman is seriously getting on my nerves.

She looks at me and says, "And there are a few things that he needs to be administered before he is allowed to go back into society."

My organs fell fifty feet underground, what the hell were they going to give my son? I tried to look calm but the fact of the matter was that I just didn't trust them totally either. Especially not after my father's stupid stunt a few years back.

"These will need to be on him at all times, if he is caught without them he will be imprisoned, if he is caught tampering with them he will be imprisoned, if he is found using them items irresponsibly he will be imprisoned – understand?"

I nodded although I didn't catch one word as the woman was going fast. She opened the boxes and took an item out of each before handing the boxes back to the guard who took them away. I wasn't too sure on what they were but as she took them out of their packaging I started to see what they were and almost was ready to incinerate the woman myself!

She produced a small thick metal blindfold that had a special clip-and-lock at the back. Thin padding covered where the face was but it didn't look strong enough to last Tyson's whole lifetime. The next thing she unwrapped was a pair of long black gloves that looked like they were insulated. But in fact they were just the opposite. I allowed my powers to examine the gloves and realized that they were already-set -temperature gloves of course specially made and designed by the government. They were made to be the cool temperature of 20F. She then took out another package from her desk drawer and then I noticed that it was a collar. My powers analyzed the object even further and told me that it was an I.D Mutant Collar, the collar holds a special ID number that is administered to that mutant as soon as it is put on. It is scanned by the police or an other government official using a specially made scanner – of course.

"Any thing else you need to tell us?" the woman asked staring at me and Tyson accusingly.

It was then that I realized that I shouldn't tell them that he doesn't need just his hands to produce fire. He can also create and project fire from his mouth and any other opening in his body, which is slightly embarrassing since that was the way we had discovered his fire manipulation. Tyson turned to me and I sent him a message; don't even think about it. The woman handed me the items and the nodded to me to put them on Tyson. I handed Tyson the gloves and he slipped them on while I buckled up the blindfold making it as comfy for him as possible before placing the collar around his neck. As soon as I placed it on him, a small green button appeared and a small slide that held the chip ID opened and the guard closest to us scanned the chip with his Scanner. I watched as Tyson's personal life splashed onto the computer screen and the woman took her time going over everything. She nodded to me and I then guided him over to a bench and sat him down. Then I turned and saw the woman look at me. I walked over and stood before her.

"Name."

"Alison Elizabeth Horn."

"Age."

"25."

"Powers."

"Telepathy and telekinesis."

The woman stopped typing and examined me as if I was a tiny insect ready to be dissected. I knew why she was studying me, it was because of the mutant who had wiped out an entire legion of guards just by looking at them was telepathic and telekinetic. Sadly it was a mutant I knew it was Jean Grey.

"Want a demonstration?" I asked innocently.

The woman shook her head and muttered, "I think we have all seen what you can do."

I felt like I had being punched in the gut when she said that but I remained silent.

"You have no weaknesses," the woman said, "No surprise."

I remained still and calmed myself down as an old feeling gathered up in me. A feeling that I had fought down for the past three years since I had left the mansion. But I concentrated on keeping my cool. She took an ID collar out of her drawer and I placed it around my neck. I could feel the collar adjust and resize around my neck then head the light come on and the slider open. The guard pressed his scanner on the chip and my information flashed onto the screen. The woman examined my information and then she nodded to me to go. I left without a word and then went over to Tyson.

"Can we go now?" Tyson asked looking in the other direction although I knew his intentions were to talk to me instead of a gilled mutant.

"Yes we can," I said calmly. I took his hand in mine and we headed out of the Mutant Registration building together.