The walk home was like walking through hell itself. People glanced at us like we had just jumped off a spaceship and declared Earth for ourselves. I ignored the glances but I knew that people were probably making up rumours and other insults about us, especially Tyson who now had to have his blindfold on or else be cured then imprisoned. We managed to get home with some dignity still left until the landlord blocked our way to our room upstairs.

"Is it true?" he asked suddenly.

"What?" I replied dully, "No hello?"

Walter, our landlord, rolled his eyes and then said, "You are mutants then right?"

"Yes."

"I have authority to make sure that your son keeps his blindfold and gloves on at all times."

"So that means checks."

"Day and night checks."

I sighed, I couldn't take this and it was bad enough that we had to be checked up on to make sure we were following orders.

"Hey listen," Walter started slowly, "This is going to be hard for you and it's going to be hard for me. So why don't we try and figure out another way to work things out?"

You mean like me moving to a different apartment? I thought as that was really what he was thinking about and it annoyed the hell out of me that he was too scared to come right out with it.

"Just let us through alright?" I sighed moving around him.

"Also your rent is du-."

"Due, I know Walter."

I hurried up the stairs with Tyson right behind me. We made it to the second floor and then we walked down the hall to the very end room 229, inserted the key and then we walked in.

Inside looked like a crime scene investigation had been going on. Papers were scattered all over the floor, pots and pans were taken out of the kitchen cupboards and scattered across the floor creating dents and scuffs. The couch and Tyson's mattress was turned over and my laptop was even on and running. In conclusion the whole room looked like it took a run through a shredder and then rejected.

I cautiously moved across the messy room thinking of people who would actually do this. My apartment room was totaled and it was probably by the government too. I honestly wouldn't be surprised they decided to do a little check up on me and Tyson while we were gone to get registered. My thought came true as a Search warrant was taped to the wall for the date and specific time. I took the warrant and disintegrated it along with the rest of the paper mess that was kindly left behind. I mentally focused the ashes together into a clump then tossed it in the garbage. Five hour work done in less than a minute. Tyson was still standing at the doorway unsure of what to do. I picked up the pots and pans, then closed down my laptop before leading him to the table and sitting him down.

"Can I take this off?" he asked.

I looked around and sent my subconscious around just in case the government had gone off and done any other smart ass ideas. I sensed nothing, no cameras or anything. I unlocked the special lock and then a sudden red light appeared on his blindfold and I quickly did it back up again. Dammit! I thought, they had everything planned out. If I took off the blindfold then they would know when it was taken off and come get him.

"I can't," I said defeated.

"Why?" Tyson asked.

"There is a Detector in the blindfold Tyson, I can't."

I was glad that Tyson had a blindfold, I didn't want to see his sorrow filled eyes but I could sense his distress and embraced him.

I spent the next hour folding our clothes while setting Tyson's mattress to the back corner and tidying things up. First things first, yes Tyson sleeps on a mattress. I know that it might not seem so motherly but I really don't have much from the fact that shop keepers don't like to hire mutants. Also our area was small so there was only one bedroom plus the main living area and kitchen which was about 4 by 8. All for the rent of close to hundred.

I couldn't leave Tyson alone anymore now that he has to wear a blindfold, his powers haven't evolved to the point where he would use his telepathy to sense his surroundings like I can. His telepathy was limited to mind reading, projections and hallucinations. But now that he had a blindfold on, none of that is possible. Now that Tyson had a blindfold, I couldn't continue teaching him about telepathy and opening up his mind allowing the closed off powers to be exposed and controlled.

"Mom?"

I turned and saw Tyson still sitting on the couch. I could sense his powers trying to get through the next level of telepathy but it was difficult at such a young age he was at.

"Get some rest Tyson." I helped him onto the mattress and waited until he was completely asleep before going into the hallway. Making sure no one was around, I sunk to the ground in pure helplessness. This wasn't happening, everything was spiraling out of control and there was no one who would help me. I thought about Tyson and then realized that he was more of a lost cause then me. How would he go to school like that? How would he be able to keep up with a blindfold on? His powers haven't evolved and I sighed heavily feeling an unforgiving weight in my chest pushing me further and further into hell. I had no choice, I had to go back. After tomorrow I'd pack Tyson up and take him with me. We head to Xavier's school tomorrow.