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The room was so quiet. Tia could hear the children breathing. Her own heartbeat was louder still. She stared at her hands, flat and braced on the table, anywhere but the eyes of the other people seated around it. Well, now you know, Tia thought to herself.
"Now you all. Fucking. Know." Tia yelled. She didn't know how to get out of this situation. Charles might call the cops. Peter might never want to speak to her again.

Tia tried to calm herself, to stop the whirlwind of panicked thoughts tearing through her head. She was caught in a loop, thinking about the mansion, the stupid children inside of it, Peter, Charles, and back to the mansion, then to the evil, snarky, cruel, children it contained. Those stupid, little children poking at her mind. Stop, get out of my head! Tia's fingers twitched. She was thinking about everything, she simply couldn't break out of it all. Her mind was closing in on itself, the edges becoming fuzzy.

Tia attempted to focus her thoughts on her happy place, her safe place, to try to slow her hind. She let her thoughts float upwards, she daydreamed about the moon. But the previous loop of thoughts still raced through her mind. No, I'm thinking peaceful thoughts, she told herself as her thoughts jumped back to the snarky children. She tried to think only of the moon. But the other thoughts kept coming, faster, and faster.

She could feel it happening, all her thoughts and anger joining into one conglomerate of mutant disaster. Her thoughts weaving into a nightmare of her own making, the moon and the mansion melting together in her mind. Stop it, stop thinking, calm your mind! She didn't want the mansion on the moon. She didn't want all the children inside it (no matter how cruel they were), to suffocate and freeze to death.

NO, NOOO! CALM YOUR MIND! Tia instructed herself, but it was no use. Her eyes were screwed shut. She knew she wouldn't blink, but that wasn't what controlled her mutation. No, she only blinked out of habit. It was a way for Tia to pretend it wasn't her fault, her eyes were always closed when things miraculously disappeared or appeared.

She didn't know how to stop it all from happening.

Tia's eyes flew open in panic, and she quickly focused her thoughts on the first object her eyes alighted upon- the heavy oaken table she was leaning against.

Tia wondered what you would have seen if you had paused time in that split second. The table was gone, but for a moment, all the cutlery and plates would have floated in place. There was a moment of peace before the inevitable chaos of gravity.

Porcelain hit the tiled floor with a tremendous crash as it shattered around their feet. The metallic clink of cutlery banging upon the porcelain shards, and then the wet slurp of the rotten cake hitting the ground sent the children into a frenzy of screaming. Tia lurched forwards, no longer having the table to support her, and fell to her knees.

She felt something cold seeping into her skin, dampening her jeans. She looked down. Orange juice. The screaming, cake-covered children were escorted upstairs by Hank. Tears stained their rosy faces as they stumbled and scurried away from the smashed plates and glasses. Peter didn't even turn his head as Stella was escorted away. He stayed, sitting on his seat though the table was long gone.

Tia heard Peter take a shaky breath, as though he were preparing to say something.
"What ha-" Tia stood and ran as Peter began to talk. Faster than she had ever moved before in her life. She didn't want to know what Peter had to say. She had only ever let a few people know her secret, and look where that had gotten her. Once again, she needed to escape. No history, no family. That's the only way she could live. No one could possibly want to be around her once they knew the enormity of what she had done. She was a murderer. She caused so much grief for everyone around her, and strangers too. She was a kleptomaniac of extreme proportions. She was an addict. She needed treatment.

Tia stumbled a little as she bounded down the steps at the entrance to the opulent home, then sprinted across the lawn and towards the gate.
"Wait, Tia!" she heard Peter call. She turned around, her chest heaving from running so fast. He was standing at the front door to the mansion, the heavy oaken door upon which Tia had knocked not so long ago. If only she could go back to then and live the day over.

Peter began to jog towards her.
"Don't leave, Tia. Wait!" he called as he ran.
"Don't come near me", Tia sobbed, stumbling backwards, away from Peter. "Don't follow me. Just fucking leave me alone" she cried. Peter kept up with his slow jog, but didn't respond to Tia.
"I'll send you to the moon too, I'll do it. I will fucking kill you, Peter! Come any closer, and- and I will! Don't say I didn't warn you!" Tia screeched.

Peter stopped running towards Tia, and Tia's heart dropped from her chest. Despite all her threats, she had loved the fact that Peter still wanted her around. But she'd gone too far this time. Clearly, death threats weren't a huge turn on for a guy. Tia stood still too. She met Peter's eyes. She wanted him to come closer, but she wasn't going to be the one to make it happen. She had lost too much by being the one to put themselves on the line. This time, she'd wait for Peter to do the same.

Peter's eyes were a little scared. He looked up at Tia, all the way across the lawn, and he bit his lip.
Everything was a blur, and then suddenly he was there. His whole body wrapped around Tia's, warm and real. Despite the fact she was covered in orange juice, and also, the fact she was a murderer. Actually, the murderer part was probably a bigger concern than the orange juice.

Tia gasped in shock.
"Oh my god", she whispered. She had not expected that. She leant against Peter. Peter's a mutant too, Tia though. He understands. He's like me.
Tia and Peter stood together and swayed back and forth a little in each other arms, a little like they were dancing. Or perhaps like they were totally insane.

"You're very close", Tia murmured into Peter's shoulder.
"Yeah", he replied, unsure what else to say.
"I wouldn't even need to focus on you, I'd just need to think of a location and… poof!" said Tia in an airy and far-away voice.
Peter ignored the almost menacing comment by Tia.
"Why not go somewhere yourself?" Peter asked.

Tia didn't reply.
"Why not?" Peter asked again.
"I can't", Tia whispered, so faintly, Peter wasn't sure he'd heard correctly.
"What was that?"
"I can teleport every single thing in the universe, real or otherwise, but not me." Tia said, her words clipped.

Peter held her close.
"Oh", he replied. Tia continued talking.
"It's more than teleportation, I literally move atoms, placing structures in different parts of the universe. Like the Chocolate television in Willy Wonka, but not tiny. That's why I can make stuff that doesn't exist. It's all just atoms." Tia paused for a little. "I could teleport myself, but I'd have to move the entire world around me."

"You could do that?" asked Peter, truly amazed. Tia ignored his question.
"Sometimes I wonder if I could teleport the Earth away, literally, just the rocky centre. Leave the oceans, trees, cities, people and all that stuff. Watch it all float in the atmosphere, before gravity kicked in and it all went falling inwards, crashing together."
"Please don't", was the only appropriate response Peter could think of as he hugged Tia tighter to his chest.
"I won't, I promise".

A/N: Yay! The madness continues. I hope you liked this chapter and…
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