X-Men .:: Project Revamp ::.

[Chaos]

Whistling.

That's what woke me up. I had glanced over at my clock; four thirty-two in the morning. The light was on. Or was it? No, no, it was the lamp on the side of the other bed. Kaz was up already.

I rolled over, groaning loudly, before I sat up.

Kaz: "Mornin', sunshine."

Gus: "You know, it's customary to wait until the alarm actually rings, Kaz."

Kaz: "My alarm did ring. You know, about fifteen minutes ago."

Gus: "No, it didn't. I would have heard it."

Gus arched his back forward, stretching out while yawning broadly. Kaz, who was previously sitting on his bed, got up, getting out into the hall, before disappearing from view.

Gus laid back onto his bed, and closed his eyes...
...
...
and sat back up.

Gus: "Ah, dammit. Now I can't sleep. Crap."

He stood up, white undershirt ruffled and messy. His long blue jeans were dirty, yet still looked fine. Gus staggered over to the small bathroom in the room he shared with Kaz.

Lazily and drowsily, he brushed his teeth, showered, and got dressed. Upon finishing getting his clothes on, he glanced at a clock.

Five fourty-seven.

Gus sighed, and walked slowly for the door. Even as he opened the door, he got the feeling someone was on the other side. With a strong pull, the door swung inwards...as did Damien. Gus smiled, catching him halfway down.

Damien stood up, fixing his jacket while rearranging his hair. With a crisp, clean clearing of the throat, he looked towards Gus with a mock urgency.

Damien: "Now Gus, I know you have the control over light. But that doesn't mean you had to flash me, all right?"

It was at this point that Damien held up a computer-generated image, nothing but a lens flare. Gus smiled wryly, crumpling the paper with his left hand, tossing it over his shoulder.

Gus: "Very funny, 'Casper'."

Damien: "I figured you'd like it. And don't call me that."

Gus: "Whatever you say, man. C'mon. I need to get me some breakfast."

It was at this point that they both headed for the kitchen, to do what all teens do in the morning...procrastinate, eat inappropriate foods for breakfast, and just plain bulls*it.

Seven twenty-one.

[i]Enjoying a repeat of SNL, Gus watching in remote interest, most of the other kids off on their own thing, when Logan happened to stalk in.

Logan: "Hey kid, the Professor wants a word with you. Sounds serious. What now? You manage to blow something else up?"

Gus: "Cute. But no. I haven't done anything explosive lately. Bah. Oh, well. Guess I better see what's on the Doc's mind."

Logan simply rolled his eyes as Gus jumped up, jogging up the stairs to the Professor's office. Within a minute, giving a short, sharp knock, Gus opened the door swiftly and stepped in, somewhat slamming the door shut behind him. He jokingly walked over to the desk, before sitting in a chair in front of Xavier's oak desk. The Professor simply looked blankly awake.

Professor Xavier: "Well, seems you're in good spirits this morning Gus."

Gus: "Sure am. That's because I know, positively, that I didn't destroy anything this time. Haha... For once. Ahem. Yes. Right. So, what's up Professor?"

Professor Xavier: "Well, this, actually."

Xavier pushed a paper forward on his desk towards Gus. Instantly, he knew what it was; a printout of the email he sent.

Professor Xavier: "Scott printed it out and brought it to me. He wasn't sure what to make of it, so he pointed it out to me."

Gus: "Well...it's no prank. It's true. All of it. And I figured I'd alert the students to this. They deserve to know..."

It was at this point that Gus' voice grew dark.

Gus: "And I'd give my life protecting any number of these kids from those heartless bastards. No one deserves that kind of torture."

Professor Xavier: "Yes, yes, I know that. I'll investigate this further. Meanwhile..."

The Professor turned his wheelchair to the back left corner, a tall, gruff figure. Black hair, camo pants, dark shirt. Not much could be made out in the early morning light.

Professor Xavier: "This is Kenneth Howell. Or 'Inferno'. He's a runaway. And a mutant. I'd very much like for you to get him introduced and show him his way around the campus."

Gus had no sooner walked closer, extending his hand out towards Ken.

Gus: "Hi there. The name's Gus. Or Bailey, as some people like to call me by my last name. But most call me 'Prism'. Nice to meet you Kenneth."

Ken did not move. Instead, he just stood there, arms crossed, leaning against the wall.

Ken: "Ken. Call me Ken. I hate when people my age call me 'Kenneth'. Sounds like they can't fu*kin' relax."

Gus: "Right. Ken it is. Well, Ken, we had better get going. The Institute is fairly big, and school in town lets in at eight forty-five."

Ken slowly stepped forward, seeming to stay dark and hidden even though he had moved from the shadows. Gus walked a little faster towards the doorway, opening it before leading Ken down the corridor. Professor Xavier moved his electric wheelchair around the desk, shutting his office's door quietly. He turned back around, heading behind his desk. He stopped halfway to his previous position, looking solemnly at the printout Scott had given him. With a quick sigh, he moved on; he still had to arrange for Ken's entry into the public high school.

-- --

Gus impatiently, and vaguely, pointed out what was where and where what was, moving quickly, often having to stop to wait for Ken to catch up. Then, upon entering the kitchen, suddenly became more friendly.

Gus: "Well. The kitchen. You'll end up spending a lot of time in here. It's a fact. Every kid that comes into the School spends at least ten hours a week here."

Ken: "...Maybe I will. Maybe I won't."

Gus: "Right. Anyway, through the hallway on the left leads to the on-campus rooms, and the hallway on the right is the on-campus school grounds. That's for those of us that can't quite control their powers yet. Or have an amount of control, but are a danger to those around them. Like this one kid, he can control his power, which is the ability to turn into a giant fire beast, but he has a HELL of a temper. If he even so much as gets slightly annoyed, his entire body is covered in this lava-like skin and bam. Burns anything it touches."

Ken: "Yeah, well. I can control my power just fine."

Gus: "Good. But you'll still be here for a little while. Enrollment in the public high school takes a good deal of time. Either way, I have to get going. I still haven't gotten my car yet and Scott Summers, A.K.A. Cyclops, is still pissed off at me cuz I dented up his ride a little. So I have to catch the bus. Anyway, nice meeting you and all that bull. Heh. Listen to me. I sound like I won't be seeing you tonight."

With that said, Gus took off down the left hall in a slight jog towards his room. He passed through again, carrying a black mesh schoolbag with almost nothing in it. He yelled a few "peace outs" and the such before tearing from the front door.

[Raiha]

At the highschool, Sayuri watched them walk by. Several eyed her up and down. Maybe it was the miniskirt... She cursed inwardly, then relented. One of them approached her, hands open. She smiled and put her arms around his neck. He instantly found himself a place on her neck, kissing gently. Deriving nothing but contempt, she let him move, then, without warning, she brought her knee up to his groin. Once. Twice. He collapsed, and she ground his hand with the heel of her boot. Then she stalked off to class.

Sayuri Okimura sat down and flipped her hair over her shoulder. The teacher watched her. Mentally, he calculated she was a trouble student, and she decided to prove him wrong. Her antenae, beneath her thick brown hair, flickered slightly. The class began, and she complied like any normal person...

The first test of the day, aced. She smiled and eyed the teacher sweetly. Suddenly she stiffened. A mutant behind her. She could taste his scent in the air. She turned.

[ShimmeringFeyd]

The mutant nicknamed Jekyll leaned his head against the wall breathing hard. His shirt was ripped into pieces as were most of the rest of his clothes. He was covered in sweat courtesy of numerous cuts and bruises that were over his arms and shoulders complete with a large gash marring the left side of his head.

The room he was in was odd to say the least. It was a perfect cube seven foot in all directions. Of course that was just the diameter, the walls themselves were just as thick, even the floor and ceiling. Made of stainless, tempered steel and seemingly void of any obvious doors, windows or furnishings. Today though there were deep dents marring the walls surface. Some nearly a foot deep. Like some beast had been pounding on them.

Jekyll turned around laying back against the wall and slowly slid down to a sitting position lacking the strength to even keep his head up, it simply drooped down over the rest of his slouching body. His thoughts wandered to just two weeks ago when he first found this school. Or was brought here to be precise. Xavier had seemingly taken pity on him. Worried for his well being as well as the safety of his students, the professor had opted to pick up Jekyll all by himself. Jekyll was in control at the time so there was no struggle.

The real struggle happened when Yosho demanded certain accomodations. This steel prison was deep beneath the regular school. Xavier had been against such extreme measures of containment, but Yosho new better and won out. No student knows he is down here, few of the teachers even know. Only Xavier, and Jean who treats his frequent injuries.

Xavier visits his for an hour everyday for their sessions. Something that still makes Yosho laugh. The old man thinks he can help. He just doesn't understand.

No one can stop Hyde.

[The Harlequin]

Steven: I am going to get in there, and locking the door isn't going to dissuade me.

His new roommate, whoever it was, was apparently sulking, something about someone intimidating him and this school being a bunch of bigoted freaks. Which didn't exactly make sense. But he was a preppy rich boy of some sort, Steven knew that much. He received a whining reply, and that was all. The door didn't open. Steven swore, and held his upper arm tightly, flexing his fingers vigorously. After all the fresh "blood" drained away, he let go, letting the alkaline, corrosive blood rush back into his arm. The thin skin on his wrists, so thin and pale due to repeated dissolving, broke away, and Steven let the substance coming from his veins drip into the lock. It didn't hurt him at all. Not even his skin splitting. The lock, if it could, would have felt a lot of pain though. So would have the door few a few inch radius around the handle.

Steven reached through the rather large hole and opened the door from the inside. He glared at his new roommate, who stared in astonishment. Like he'd never seen anything like it. Steven sighed in annoyed exasperation.

Steven: Why the hell are you here in the first place?

"I'm here because I'm a degenerate"

Steven didn't give him the benefit of the doubt after that. He simply turned and walked out. He'd get himself a new room, and get his stuff, such as it was, later. That kind of thing would just annoy him. And hopefully he wouldn't have to take responsibility for the door this way.

[Raiha]

He stared at her, then his gaze went out of synch. She sighed and leaned back. Soon, he was back to normal, wondering what had hit him. She smiled softly and continued doing her work. The teacher watched her warily.

The bell rang. She stood, stuffed her things back in her pack and walked out the door. Without a backwards glance, she went to the furthest corner of the campus and waited. There was nothing to do besides sit and wait for lunch to end. She picked her black nails absentmindedly. Nothing there for her. Food wasn't necessary. She got enough from the humans around her.

Mutant coming. Her antenae flickered and glowed. Automatically, her hand covered them, as if she was smoothing down her hair.
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HINT: Somebody save me.

[Chaos]

The harsh alarm rang out violently, the smoke pouring from the kitchen. The sprinklers kicked on, the cold water shockingly sharp. Students filed out of the cafeteria, some screaming like, well, schoolgirls. Cafeteria workers escaped through the back door, coughing excessively. Sayuri simply stood from her seat, looking around.

He came swaggering out from the kitchen, hand smoking gently, oblivious to the 'danger' of a fire. Sayuri's right eye twitched slightly at the sight of him. Black shirt, with a red check in the left corner, light blue carpenter jeans, and a pair of beat-up Timberlands, and a smile that reeked of insolence and collected disobedience.

Sayuri glared right into his eyes. She felt no more need to cover her antenae; all other students had fled. Clicking heels snapping against the wet, fake marble, she stalked closer, circling around the guy, both now in the middle of the wide, empty area near the tables.

Sayuri suddenly stepped closer in, left hand coming to a rest under his chin, index nail poking gently under his lower lip. Her right hand came up as well, slowly combing his hair from in front of his eyes. Her cold, silver eyes shined dully, stabbing into his mind.

Sayuri: "Glad to see you showed yourself."

Gus: "Eh, I figured since you were looking for me that I'd step up to the plate. The name's Gus, by the way. Call me Gus, or Bailey. Blah blah blah. So many names for one person, right?"

Sayuri: "I have a similar problem, darling. Get over yourself."

Gus: "Care to share one of those many names then?"

Sayuri: "...You may call me Sayuri."

Gus: "Rock on. Care to skip school and get some real food to eat?"

[Raiha]

She stepped in closer, nibbling on his ear a little bit. Then she breathed out slightly.

Sayuri: Sounds like fun. Although I'm out to prove the teachers wrong about me..... Do you know if we can make it back before the bell rings?

Gus: Uh....yeah.

Containing her urge to sit him on the table and rip of his shirt, she snaked her arm around his and allowed him to lead her out of the cafeteria. He smiled, unaware of the problem she was able to become.

He walked out the doors and down the sidewalk. They stopped outside a Fudruckers and he opened the door for her. She smiled and followed him in. He ordered for the both of them. They sat down and waited. Several minutes later, the lady showed up and handed them the plates. With manners that were tottally out of character for her, she proceeded to inhale her food, then wipe her lips daintily.

Gus: ...were you hungry?

Sayuri: Where I come from, you eat before it can be taken from you.

Gus: ....the Marines?

Sayuri: Not funny.

Gus: Sorry.

She sipped her drink, checking the movement around them. A particular character, a biker by the looks of it, sauntered up to them. She looked him straight in the eye.

[Chaos]

Biker: "Well now, what's a pretty, young thing like you doing with a punk like this?"

Gus: "Hey buddy. Why don't you take a break from the bullet-head look and get yourself some cheese fries? Or perhaps just some fries. You seem cheesy enough on your own."

The biker-looking thug turned his bald, unshaven head to snap towards Gus. Veins rising under his skin, face turning red. He brought his left hand into his jacket, and pulled out a small switchblade. He pointed it towards Gus, but didn't open the blade. Instead, he sneered sarcastically, coarse voice hauntingly fierce.

Biker: "What was that? Sorry kid, but I don't understand 'retardese'."

Gus: "Well, for someone that doesn't understand it, you sure speak it well."

With a snap of the wrist, the thug swung hard, blade slicing out from the handle with a crisp crack. Gus dodged quickly, his training in the Danger Room helping him more than he thought it ever would. The blade bit deep into a stud behind the sheetrock walls, getting lodged in the wood. The biker tugged forcefully, but the blade simply snapped off.

Snarling, the biker turned around and grabbed a chair, quickly spinning around to face Gus, only to find a fist in his face. The thug stumbled backwards, onto a table where he quickly slid into the wall, knocking himself out upon to impact of his head-on collision.

Gus walked over to the counter, slapping a fifty in front of the cashier, sighing slightly.

Gus: "Buy some plaster and get someone to buff the table."

Gus walked slowly back over to Sayuri, who was eating a fry. Eating, however, was not as you are thinking. She held the fry between her teeth, mouth closed in around in, staring Gus straight in the face, eyes carrying a look of slight seduction. Gus smirked somewhat, and offered his hand to help her up. She took it after quickly swallowing the french fry, before wrapping her own hand into his, and coming a bit too close than a protective parent would consider kosher.

Gus: "I think we should get going. Bell's gonna ring soon. And they usually call the police on me when I stir ***** up."

Sayuri: "Aren't you just a bad, bad boy."

Gus: "Only if you say I am."

Gus politely opened the door for Sayuri, leading her out, back towards school.

And as they left, the biker tried to roll off the table...but only succeeded in falling face-first onto the floor.

[Nightwing]

Ray woke up turning over and looking towards his clock. He notice that it was fried, he must have did it when the alarm had gone off. He got up out of the bed barley standing. He walked over to the wall to use it for support "Man did I have a crazy night or what. What time is it?" Ray walked out of the room went into the bathroom and started to breach his teeth. While he was breaching his teeth he notice that the clock across the room had 12:27p.m. "Oh damn I'm late for school. Ray then washed out his month and ran into his room and threw on some clothes. He got all his stuff together and ran out the mansion and into the garage. He looked around and just went to the nearest car towards him. He put his hand on the hood of the car and sent an electric shock to the car engine starting the car in an instant. He got inside of the car and took off. "Someone is going to kill me."

When Ray got to school lunch was over. He knew right off the back once he gets back to the mansion that he was going to get it bad. He went into the school and headed for the office. " This is nice, late again it doesn't get any better then this."

[DeathKnight]

Shhh. You didnt.

He did.

You bastard you killed them. All of them. Their blood is dripping off your hands constantly, your soul is stained.

Its all your fault.

Fault, your own. your; your.

Ken: Shut the ***** up, godd*mnit.

.... .... !!!!! ....

Ken: Stupid sons of a b*tching..

Silently, he held his head with a clentched fist, walking back to school. The welcome had been somewhat warm, and he was moderately suprised at the facility Xavier had. For a few years now he had been wandering, killing for what he could get. And now, here he was, going to a school. A high school.

Ken: Maybe this-...

There was a loud crash somewhere behind him, glanceing back, he stared silently at the guy that had lead him around the institute on a 'tour'- and he had a companion, in a more twisted sense of that word.

Ken: We go to the same *****ing school too? Odds. Low odds of that. Its better than nothing- Yes, at least I know someone.. Need to calm.. Calm.

He breathed deeply, before glanceing back to Gus. Ken felt the assorted small cuts along his arm bleeding lazily down his arm, from an early outburst that led to a small case of suspected arson a few miles away. He crossed his arms to hide the wounds, a few drops of blood already staining the sidewalk underneath him.

[Chaos]

Sayuri snapped her head to the left, as the same time as Gus glanced across the street. There, Ken was standing, following them with his eyes through his curtain-thick hair. A mere second later, Gus gently pulled Sayuri along with him, crossing the street swiftly, standing a few feet from Ken in the sunny afternoon.

Gus: "Fancy seeing you here. Ken, Sayuri. Sayuri, Ken. Now that we know each other, walk with us Ken."

They all turned towards the direction of the school, Ken next to Gus, but still a few feet off. They walked in relative peace, with the occasional chatting.

Gus: "So Ken, going to school already?"

[PiroMunkie]

Silenty waiting for class to start, a solitary student - a mutant if you did not figure already - sat in the back of a classroom carving into the flat of the desk with a broken off piece of metal which, by observation, could be seen that it was taken from the desk adjacent to his own. The design filled the entire surface. It was chaotic. Non-objective; appearing to be a portal, or black hole of some kind. With such a rough surface in the desk, it was apparent that he did not plan on taking any notes or doing any assignments this day.

Periodically, more mutants entered the room taking their seats. Just as the bell rang the last of the herd flocked in. A particular three caught his eye. One with his arms crossed as if to hide something of whom he had never seen before; him followed shortly by a familiar he knew as Prism, he knew him only through reputation, with a dame on his arm.

As luck would have it, the only desks left in the classroom by this time were the several around him. The unfamiliar male took a seat on his left. The woman took her seat two to his right, and Prism took the seat on his right.

Just as the instructor walked in, Prism took his seat, but only for a few seconds until it collapsed beneath him. A majority of the class looked back to see what the ruckus was about. The teacher sighed discontentedly...

Teacher: " Mr. Bailey, please, it is a little early for your antics. "

Gus rose from the floor slightly irritated at being wrongfully accused, and began to speak in order to defend before he was cut off by a raspy, yet eloquent, voice.

----: " Hold your tongue, tyrant. I am at fault for that incident. "

Gus peered down to to his left at the figure sitting head down polishing off a design in his desk with the shard of metal missing that weakened Gus' desk.

Teacher: " All right, then. Mr. Bailey please pull up another seat. "

The teacher began the class as Gus pulled a desk from the back of the room sweeping the debris away with his foot. He took his seat and turned towards the stranger.

Gus: " Thanks for speaking up. God knows I do not need these people cracking down on me more than they already do. "

The figure stayed silent, but paused a moment in acknowledgement that he was actually listening.

Gus: " The name's Gu-"

----: "Prism."

The student lifted his face from the desk and ran one hand back through his shoulder-length, untamed, raven hair. His pale-skinned face now shown and his icey blue eyes seemed to be the prominent feature. He turned his head enough to let Gus know he was actually paying full attention to him now.

Gus: " I see you've heard of me... I also go by Gus, or Bailey. "

----: " Oz. "

In the utterance of his own name, he spoke deeply with what seemed to be a slight growl. The mutant now known as 'Oz' let the metal drop from his hand onto the floor. Where he had his grip around it, the metal seemed to be slightly aged and almost rusted.

Gus: " Oz... "

There was what seemed to be a moment of unsettlement between the two...

Oz: " Who are your friends? "

Before Gus could begin his introductions, the man on Oz's left interrupted.

Ken: " I am not his friend... and my name is Ken. "

Oz rotated his head to glance behind him. Ken... an apparent troubled soul...

Gus: " To my right is Sayuri. "

Oz stared past Gus to a woman who gave him a wink of acknowledgement. Although humored, Oz gave a look letting her know that if he was one to roll his eyes... he would be doing it then.

Oz: " Ablities. "

Gus: " Control and concentration of light. "

Ken: " Fire. "

Sayuri: " You will just have to find out. "

Oz payed no attention to Sayuri's attempted witty remark. He then seemed to space out as he submitted the information given to memory.

Gus: " What about you? "

After a second, Oz head snapped blankly towards Gus... He had heard the question he had asked, it just took a bit for it to sink in. Oz chuckled to himself as he turned placing his hands on his desk. In a matter of moments, the wood of the surface darkened and began to warp. Soon it snapped and began to decay until it fell from its support on the desk.

Oz: " Osmosis and absorption in a variety of forms. "

The disruption had caught the teacher's attention once more.

Teacher: " Oz, that is the second desk this week. "

Oz glared up to the front of the classroom with a smirk showing his sharp, pearly whites.

Oz: " I am sorry, I have been slacking off lately. I shall try to make up for it by destroying five tomorrow. "

The teacher was less than asmused.

Teacher: " I do not know what you deal is back there or what your doing with those desks, but if you do it again you may face suspension. "

Oz heard this, then just continued ignoring him. Sayuri took a moment out of her attention to the class for a comment..

Sayuri: " It was a shame to see it go. The design was beautiful. "

Oz: " Not even the beautiful live forever. "

With that, all went back to paying what attention to class they desiired.

[Juuthena]

Earlier

Four minutes left. Demi bit her lip in frustration as she continued rummaging through the top drawer in the teacher's desk. It wasn't there. The lesson plans weren't there. The the thought struck her. Perhaps he had taken it to lunch. Grunting, she kicked the bottom drawer in dismay. With a sudden 'thump' hidden drawer popped open behind her.

Bingo.

There, she found the teachers' book, neatly organized according to date. Demi scanned through it, flipping through pages in reverse. When she finally got to the front, the first page was gone. Someone else had found it first. At that moment, the shadow of a man approached the door, inserting the key as he spoke to another instructor. Quickly, she tossed the book in the drawer, and shut her eyes. The teacher entered the room, just as the bell rang behind him. Switching on the lights, he examined his classroom, before making his way to his desk. Then, Demi etched her way to the door, invisible. As soon as she crawled through the door, she walked back in, and took her seat in the back. A few other students followed, taking the front row.

A familiar face took his seat next to her, not in the least bit out of breath, unlike the other students.

Kaz: So, did you get them?

Demi: No.

Kaz: No?

Demi: Someone else got them first.

Kaz cocked an eyebrow and sat back in his chair. Demi eyed the teacher in amusement, waiting for a reaction.
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Edit: Stupid keyboard. - .-;

[Raiha]

Sayuri was more than peeved, especially at Gus's attempt at the macho. More than Oz's little "coolness" look. She pursed her lips, then adjusted her backpack. In her class, she sat down and waited patiently. The teacher began a lecture of a subject she was already well versed in. AS usual, she sat back, and painted her nails black again.

The teacher gave her a meaningful look, or was it patronizing? Which she started ignoring immediately. Gus sat across from her, barely containing the laughter threatening to break loose. She continued with what she was doing, not even looking up when the question was asked.

Sayuri: Yes Mr. Burnham, I am exploring my shallow teenage self.

Burnham: Then what, is the answer?

Sayuri: 1945 The end of the WWII in America, as the war in Europe was over in 1944.

Burnham: .......very well.

Gus: ....*snort*

Sayuri: Heh.

With an eyebrow raised, she smiled at him and waved her nails....

[DeathKnight]

Ken silently stared with a sparkle in his eye at the teacher who was explaining the Battle of the Bulge to the class, his method tireing, boring- to the point where shades of amusement clashed with annoyment. He snorted loudly as Mr. Burnham glanced again at his savior teacher's guide, and got a quick glare back.

Burnham: Something funny..-

He did a quick glance at his deskchart before resumeing the same slightly embrassed glare.

Burnham: Kenneth?

Ken: No need to be so formal. Ken is what I prefer to be called, Mr. Burnham.

Burnham: Really now? Well, since we're being so informal here, why dont YOU tell us what you are finding so funny?

Ken: ..... You're inane attempts at explaining the last major German offensive on the Western Front.. 'sir'.


Burnham: Hmm.

Burnham walked to a nearby extra desk and sat down, beckoning Ken, who was clearly enjoying this moment. The first day of school, and already people were attempting to discredit him. A sparkle came over his eye, and he stood, walking to the front of the class.

Burnham: Go. Do better than I can.. punk..

Ken: - Actually, thats not a problem.

He looked out across the class, finally uncrossing his arm to reveal his selfinflicted wounds that had stopped bleeding, the light stain of blood below some of the wounds still drying. He looked out across the class, and let out a smirk at his own first impression on the majority of the class- this was priceless. Gathering a perfect plan in his head to get out of class and introduce people to the 'best' aspects of himself, he looked to the teacher, who seemed prepared for an easy gathering of ego.

Ken: Do you want a summary?

Burnham: Go ahead, Lecture. We have plenty of time left in the class.

Ken: Hahaha. Well- class, the Battle of the Bulge, which lasted from December 16, 1944 to January 28, 1945 was the largest land battle of World War II- in which the United States participated. More than a million men fought in this battle including some 600,000 Germans, 500,000 Americans, and 55,000 British. The German military force consisted of two Armies with ten corps, while the American military force consisted of a total of three armies with. At the conclusion of the battle the casualties were as follows: 81,000 U.S. with 19,000 killed, 1400 British with 200 killed, and 100,000 Germans killed, wounded or captured-....

-- 5 minutes pass --

Ken: - ...Many people think that Hitler was unstable by this time in the war. He would not listen to his advising commanders. An assassination attempt had been made on his life and this caused him to trust almost no one. Hitler's plan to retake Antwerp was irrational in that the German's would have no air support and the supplies..-

-- 3 minutes pass --

Ken: - The Battle of the Bulge was very costly in terms of both men and equipment. Hitler's last ditch attempt to bring Germany back into winning the war had failed. During this battle the Germans had expended the majority of there Air power and men. The Allies however had plenty of men and equipment left. With few forces left to defend "The Reich" the Germans could not prolong the inevitable. Germanys final defeat was only months away- The exact date of the German surrender being May 7th, 1945.

After a quick glance to Sayuri, he looked at Burnham, who was a bit suprised by the sheer depth of Ken's lecture- a few giggles spreading throughout the class at the look on his face. Calmly he walked over to Burnhum and whispered in his ear to where none of the class could hear him..

Ken: How does it feel? Not so big now are you, *****er? Please, refrain from testing me again- it agitates me in full, and you would not enjoy me when I am angry.

Only Burnham could hear him, as he argued back with Ken, both of their voices raising occasionally. Finally it was clear Ken was slammed with a visit to the principal's office, as Burnham walked to his desk and began scribbleing on the yellow disciplinary paper. Ken turned to face the class, a broad smile growing on his face as he walked out of the room. Burnham looked up angrily, and scribbled faster before quickly walking to the door after Ken.

Burnham: YOU NEED THIS!

Ken: Shhh. I'm thinking.

Burnham: Just take the damned PAPER.


Burnham walked back in, shakeing his head wearily- none of the people HE knew in highschool were that blunt, self mutilating, ********. This kid would be a problem- a severe one..

The door shut, and normalcy was restored to the classroom.

Still smiling to himself, Ken sat down in a unused staircase that lead to the attic and closed his eyes, returning to his mind- finally.

Ken: That took some doing but i'm finally out of that inane class.. And everyone thinks i'm crazy. Mmmm.... silence...

#@%)*@1..@!1e1..

His mind's endless babbleing brook of thoughts came into voice again, questions, ideas. Tireing thoughts. Hope that his next class wouldnt be taught by a complete retard. Too many thoughts.

He brought his finger to his lips..

Ken: Shh, I said- silence.....

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OOC:
Damn history is a pain in the *** to type... but major character devolpment, check.

[Nightwing]

Ray walked out of the office after coming up with a somewhat of a good lie. He was walking with a smile on his face still in shock that the lady at the front desk actually believed him. His dog was sick and he had to take him to the vet. As he was walking he notice the clock and the time." Oh no I well not be going to class. There's no way I'm going to history. But what to do Intel then?" He then started to think about what could he do to let the time past. Then he realized that his next class was gym so why not hang out in the girls gym Intel his class starts. Ray then started walking towards the gym as he was walking he could see the doors for the gym and he saw the girls running back and forth. He walked threw the gym doors with a big smile on his face. He just sat down on the benches and relax and just enjoyed the showed. "Why couldn't all my classes be like this?"

[Raiha]

Sayuri said goodbye to Gus and walked up the stairs to the attic herself. She felt like talking to the one who knew too much to be here. He looked up from his hands. Heels clicking on the tile floors, an ominous sound. Then they dissapeared. She had extended her wings slightly, and her antane were up. The door opened with a touch of her hand and she floated in. Ten feet away from him, she dropped back down into a sitting position. She smiled at him and let her wings fall back into herself.

Ken: ....yes?

Sayuri: How did you know all of that?

Ken: ....I have my ways. How were you able to do two things at once, put him in his place, and act normally around that bîtch?

Sayuri: I come from a family that couldn't' care. I want to show them I'm not going to be the same. ....I took correspondence classes for a long time.

Ken: From Columbia University?

Sayuri: Actually yes.

Ken: Fascinating. You don't look it.

Her eyes narrowed and she stood up, muscles in her legs tensing up.

Sayuri: That's a common misconception. People look at me and see me only for what they want to see. A whore, a bîtch. Not who I am on the inside. I thought you would be different. But I suppose I was wrong.

[Epitome]

Aww crap, forgot about this... Ill post in a day or two, have to see whats happened so far...

[Chaos]

Class seemed to crawl by now that the exciting clashes of wits and anger had ended. Something needed to be done. Something had to happen. An unscrewed chair and a false-alarm fire in a cafeteria. Kid's stuff. Gus was in his game, yet here he was, actually paying attention to his classwork.

Something had to be done.

So he rose his hand.

Burnham ignored Gus entirely, quietly and boringly 'discussing' the choice Truman had to make when dropping the atomic bombs on Japan. Gus whistled impatiently, and loudly, while keeping his hand raised. Minutes slithered by, Burnham's voice growing increasingly enraged with each second that ticked by.

Eventually, it was all shot to Hell.

Gus: "EXCUSE ME, MR. BURNHAM!"

Burnham: "What is it now, GUS?!"

Gus: "Well, instead of trying to argue about whether Truman was going to get rid of 250,000 lives rather than just 500,000 American lives, how about we all write an essay about how you got punked the Hell out four times in one class?"

Burnham: "What is this, the juvenille 'beat-on-teachers' day?"

Gus: "No. It's the juvenille 'beat-on-the-idiots-pretending-to-be-teachers' day."

Burnham: "Gus. Need I remind you that one more suspension and you'll get expelled? And furthermore, insulting a teacher is grounds for a nine-day?"

Gus: "No, I remember that. Yet like I said. Today's major disturbance is to rib the ***** out of punks wantin' to be teachers."

Burnham jumped up, walking briskly behind his desk, watching Gus smiling as he pulled out a suspension form. Halfway through writing it, he stopped. Burnham was overcame by a small laughing fit, tossing the form away. Then he pulled out another paper. White, thin paper on top of a pink and yellow versions. Gus groaned as he realized what it was; In-School Referral.

Gus: "Aw, damn. In-school suspension? What the Hell, man? C'mon. Five day out-of-school suspension at most."

Burnham chuckled brightly, motioning for Gus to come up to the desk. He handed the problematic child the form; nine days of in-school suspension. Gus snarled as he headed for the door.

Gus: "*****. *******, one day, someone's just gonna sneak the ***** outta you."

Gus kicked the partially open door wider, the wood slamming against the tile walls. The noise rang through the hall, as did Gus' muttered curses.

Next stop; principal's office.

[Raiha]

Her antenae whipped around, and she turned her head, six peircings clicking against eachother rhythmically. Ken paused. Gus stopped short, his hand on the principal's door. Then he turned around and walked up the stairs to the attic. He opened the door and walked in.

Sayuri: Let me guess. He pulled "I'm in charge" out of the closet.

Gus: Are you psychic?

Sayuri: No. I'm a good guess. And I can forge signatures really easy.

Ken: No ****?

Sayuri: No ****. Want a demonstration of Burnham's sig? It's not that hard.

Gus: Wow.

[PiroMunkie]

Oz let out a quiet sigh. Left alone once again. Oh well, the short break of amusement sufficed while it lasted. He despised this class and the teacher as much as the others did, his disrespect was simply more subtle. For now, he simply leaned back in his seat with his head dangling and eyes rolled back in their sockets.

Mr. Burnham had already had enough for today, even such a less apparent form of rebellion was more than enough to trip his trigger.

Burnham: " Oz, for ****'s sake, would you like to join the others?! I am sick and tired of your ******** apathy and exhaustion. "

Without sitting up in his place, Oz spoke.

Oz: " If you think we are doing damage now, then you should realize that by letting us out of this class you are doing nothing but taking us out from under your fascist rule... Where there is no discipline, chaos grows strong; and "strong", tyrant, is merely an appalling understatement. "

Before Oz had even finished his little speech, Mr. Burnham had already written out a referral and pass to the prinicpal's office. Coarsly making his way to Oz's desk, he thrusted the paper out to him.

Oz lifted his head to look at what was being put forth. He smirked, and took them in hand balling them in his fist as he rose from his seat. Making his home stretch to the door he threw the paper into the air, only now it was broken down. Degraded. Oz grabbed the handle to the door and paused for a moment as the metal was quickly drained of its youth. Then with one swift kick the door burst open as the handle merely fell from it. Like it had done with Gus, the door smashed into the tile wall. This time cracking a few tiles that were no longer able to withstand the beating.

Making his way down the hall, Oz heard Mr. Burnham calling after him.

Burnham: "Get your *** back here, you little ****! I am going to have you severely punished!! "

With one switched motion of the hand, Oz let Burnham know what he thought of him. The silent halls then reverberated the soft sound of Burnham calling for security.

Oz: " ... Damn it. "

Oz bolted down the halls making his way toward the roof. If all else failed he could jump and make away while the security in their humanity would have to go back down the stairs within the school in order to continue their pursuit...

[DeathKnight]

Gus: I want to see your forge the principal's- then we could have something that could be damn profitable.

Footsteps interupted Gus, the sound going past right below them quickly, headed for Burnham's office.

Sayuri: And that would be security.

Gus: Headed for Burnham's. What a coincendence.

Ken: Oz felt left out, I presume.

Gus: Should we go check it out?

Ken: No, let's help him out. It sounds like he needs it.

Gus: ***** up some of security?

Ken shrugged and thought for a second, before finally nodding.

Ken: Well if we have to.

Gus: I'm all for it.

Slowly shakeing her head, Sayuri grinned to herself as she spoke.

Sayuri: A distraction. We can beat up security anytime, that might not really 'help' him- instead we could start something that might get us all detained.

Gus: We need something to get them off his tail, to hold their attention.

Both of them stopped, thinking of different scenarios that could play out, Ken just sitting nonchalantly, zoneing out as far as he could go at the moment.

Gus: *****, something that would cause alot of confusion.

Sayuri: Like a fire.

Gus: A small closet fire that is more important than a deliquent student- in the process the whole damn school would have to evacute.

Sayuri: The perfect condition for all of us to get out of school early, and without alot of work.

Both of their eyes turned to Ken, who 'woke up' instantly, looking back at both of them and shakeing his head.

Ken: .. Wait a *****ing second, I didn't neccesarily mean a distraction.

Sayuri: Do you honestly have a better idea in mind?

Ken: .. To the Janitorial Closet it is.

[Raiha]

As soon as they were in the closet, Gus began to charge up, but Sayuri shoved him into some mops. She growled deep in her throat, hands pointed at some corded wood. Then she let loose and all hell broke out. A small fire wasn't exactly on the agenda, and she didn't even bother. A "merry" blaze burst into existance, fueled by the pure energy she expeled from her palms.

Gus stared, after digging himself out of the mops, then they ran. On their way, Ken flicked the fire alarm down and slamed it on. With the alarm blazing in their ears, the three delinquent ....people....charged down the hall.

Sayuri: I should really do this more often.

Ken: Adorable.

[Epitome]

Hey guys sorry about this but Im going to have to bail on this... its just that Im going to be away for a while and I wont have time to post. Sorry if I screwed everything up.

[Chaos]

Harlequin, need I remind you that we're at the public high school, not the Institute? If you, however, wish to stay at the Institute, no problem here. Just that I don't think high schools keep beds in classrooms. O_o;;
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As a fork in the hallways came up, Gus suddenly and sharply veered to the right. He peeled out, running faster than he previously was. Ken and Sayuri didn't bother following; they had their own plans.

Gus didn't really have any special plan. Just that him, during a fire, with those two. No need to get them all arrested. The hall, leading to the library, was desolate. No classrooms on this wing of the school. Only an isolated fire escape.

Then the hand reached out from the utility room on his left. As an instinct, he turned with a flash of bright, white energy forming on the top of his hand, shooting out like a sword, and just as deadly. A wraith-blade made of pure light.

A sickeningly juicy squirt of blood splashed an etched pattern of frightening crimson across the linoleum floors. And the security guard slumped to the ground. The forward-curved blade of compacted light energy dissipated, shattering away in a bombardment of white fire. A small slash carved a line on his waist line. Not a fatal wound, but it was messy.

Gus: "Jesus...H...Christ. *****, man, you aight?"

Rent-a-Cop: "For a m-m-mu-mutant... ...You sure care for my needs."

Gus: "Just *****in' answer my question; are you ALL RIGHT?!"

Rent-a-Cop: "Yeah.. I think I'll be fi-"

A similar blade of light plunged into the guard's face. His entire skull blazed into a white-hot fire. A charred pile was all that remained after a furious flash of blinding light incinorated all that was above his chest.

Gus' lip curled posionously, as hatred seethed in his eyes. The blade disappeared in a surge of light that sent a wave of heat through the hallway.

Gus: "Well. We can't have people knowing out secrets, can we?"

Gus turned and ran once more, bursting from the fire escape door and vaulting over the ladder into the bushes. From then, he dashed like a madman for the Institute.

[Raiha]

As soon as they cleared the building, they cut around the back until they were out above the humans. Sayuri instantly spread her wings and took to the sky. She turned in a swift circle, hommed in on Gus's running image and dived down after him. Moving quickly, she caught up and followed him slowly for a few moments before overtaking him with a clap of her wings.

Gus: Interesting. Where's Ken?

Ken: I'm here. Had to run quick though.

Sayuri: Where are we going?

Gus: To the Institute.

Sayuri: Okay. What's that?

Gus: You'll see.

Sayuri: ......ooookay.

[PiroMunkie]

Oz continued on his frenzied, yet amusing, dash for the roof as the fire alarm blared in his ears. Even over the alarm he could still hear the incessant shouting of the security.

Quickly, he came to another stairwell. This one would finally put him on the roof, the concrete stairs gave it away. Oz made haste up them going four or five at a time with his long, lanky legs. In the same motion as his final step he burst through the door throwing it shut behind him. He wasted no time in locking. He wanted them to follow.

The roof door flung open even harder than Oz had pushed it open as one... two... five security guards plowed through. They all came to an abrupt stop as it did not take long to find their prey. Oz stood on the ledge of the building, gripping it by the toes of his boots with his arms crossed.

The security and proceeded with caution...

Sec. A: " Son, we're not going to hurt you. Step back from the ledge. "

Oz chuckled to himself briefly.

Oz: " You want me to step back? I can take a step back... "

He taunted the security lifting one foot backwards from the edge of the building. Just to see the panic that hid under these faces was such simple amusement. He could see beads of sweat ooze from their every more every moment he kept his foot off the concrete.

Oz: " You are not going to catch me. "

Another officer spoke from behind making an advance to forward his voice.

Sec. B: " Son, a simple referral to the principal is not worth this. Please, step... forward from the ledge. "

Oz seemed slightly appalled by this officer's words. He moved his foot back to the building and looked at all of them curiously.

Oz: " You think that is what this is about??? "

Before the officers could even respond Oz scoffed and took a quick leap back into the air keeping his body outsretched. Immediately he could he the frightened shouts of the security who, as he looked up to the place he jumped from peered down to watch him fall. His body made two well rounded backflips beofre he finally came in contact with the pavement in a fluent movement into a crouch. The crack against the pavement shot through the air. As his body took in the force of the impact he immediatly exerted it making way in a mad sprint away from the school...

[Justin]

"I'm so freakin' lost. And tired. I hate the rain. I would do something about it, but I haven't slept in days. I haven;' eaten in ever longer. I can't afford the energy it would take to manipulate things enough. What can I do?

It's their fault. They left me out here to die. I thought I could trust them. I thought they were my friends. No. I knew they hated me. Everyone has always hated me. Humans because I'm a mutant; mutants because I'm not even a normal mutant."

Jyn laughed out loud at the oxymoron he had just thought of.

"Normal mutant. Hah, how funny...how pathetic they are. How even more loathesomely pathetic humans are. This entire planet is filled to it's brim with pathetic beings...I hate them."

Just as these thoughts began to echo in his mind, he realized he had fallen on the ground from exhaustion. He thought about getting up, but even the thought was tiring. He passed out a moment later.

[A day or two later...[/i]

Jyn awoke in the hospital. This wasn't the kind of hospital he remembered from his childhood though.

"Oh, yes....I see. This is the mutant ward."

Nurse: Hey, you awake?

Jyn: Yes. I'm hungry, give me something to eat, now.

Nurse: It's not lunch time yet...I'm sorry.

Jyn: No. You're not sorry for not being able to feed me. I'm sure you take joy in that. You're sorry...because you're human. But I'm feeling slightly generous at the moment, so I won't bring the judgment on you that you deserve just yet.

Nurse: Uh..uh..

Jyn: If you cannot feed me now, I ask you to at least bring me something to drink. And also, take off these ridiculous straps.

Nurse: I've already brought you a glass, it's there on the table, but I won't remove those straps.

Jyn: Do you think me dangerous?

Nurse: All of your kind are dangerous.

Jyn: How prejudice. What would you call prejudice between human and mutants? Special oppression? Does that make you a specist? Haha...

Nurse: I don't find you funny.

Jyn: Of course not. It cannot be funny if you cannot understand, and being that you're human, I'm surprised you can even understand the words I'm saying. You can, can't you?

Nurse: You're all scum.

Jyn: No, this is not true. My personality may be scum, but at least I'm not the prehistoric soup you are. Just go. I don't need you here.

The next day

??: Mr. Kile?

Jyn: Yes?

??: I'm Agent Anderson, this is Agent Smith. We're reprsentatives of the Office of Classification. We're here to find out all we can about you, and mark you, so that it'll be known who and what you are.

Jyn: Heh...no, you're not. If you are, then you've in actuality, come here to die.

Anderson: No, sir...actually, we are here for what I said. Please, don't make us hurt you.

Jyn: Hurt me? You...hurt me? I find your audacity laughable. Please, monkey, leave me alone.

Anderson: You won't be released until you've been registered.

Jyn: I'll be released whenever I like. I think I like now.

Just as he aid it, the straps came loose, and he rose of the bed. The wall behind him crumbled, revealing the boiler room. He floated in, and quickly built the wall back up where it had been, ceiling everything back in place.

"Now, to find a place to stay."
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Sorry my intro was so late. I've been busy.

-Justin

[Flash]

Damien ambled up to the store counter, hands deep in the warm, velvet pockets of his jacket. With a fake smile, he removed his sunglasses, and pulled the toothpick from out of his mouth.
"Could I have a pack of cigarettes?" he asked, politely.

"Certainly. Can I see some I.D.?" the clerk answered. Damien instantly whipped out a blatantly fake drivers license, and shot another cheesy grin at the attendant. She gave him a skeptical glance, and held onto the plastic card.
"Excuse me Sir, I'm going to go and get my Supervisor." she said.
Damien nodded and watched as the clerk went to a back room, the managers office. When he was sure no-one was looking, his arm transformed in a wisp of hazy steam. It was now a translucent grey, spectral in appearance. This was his latest trick--'Wraithing' specific parts of his body.

He reached his hand through the back of the till. Once he was sure he had his arm in far enough, he transformed his hand back to normal, only a section of his forearm remaining in the Spectre-like state. He grabbed hold of as many of the larger notes as he could--He wasn't interested in Ones, Fives or Tens.

The manager peered out from a window in his office, his beady eyes scanning Damien's face. The Mutant smiled back at the bald little man, who turned to the store clerk, and nodded. As she returned to the counter, Damien retracted his hand from the till, along with roughly $500 cash.

"Alright Sir, what brand would you like?"
"Whatever's cheapest," Damien replied, as he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a Five dollar bill, slapping it down on the counter. The attendant turned around and reached for a red box of cigarettes, and placed them on the counter.

"That'll be $5.79."
"Oh, really? That's a shame. I've only got Five. You sure you can't just let me slide," he looked at her name badge. "Cheryl?"
"I'm sorry Sir, that's not possible."
"Fine, fine. I'll go without."
He picked up his money, and pulled his sunglasses out of his front pocket, and put them on. He placed the toothpick back between his teeth and walked out of the store.

Some five minutes later, he found an out-of-the-way bench and took a seat, counting his money. $520, not a bad haul for such a small convienience mart. Damien stashed the money in his wallet, and checked his watch. He should have been in class hours ago.

[Juuthena]

Students filed out of the school, some soaked by sprinklers that had switched on shortly after the fire alarm. The schoolyard buzzed with clamor, as the sirens of firetrucks could be heard up the street. Firefighters leaped from the vehicle, a few dashing into the school. Demi weaved through the crowd, digging her way towards the principal. She tapped him on the shoulder a few times, until he finally turned around.

"What started the fire?" Demi asked, raising her voice.

"They're not sure. It started in the janitor's closet." The principal replied, seeming just as confused as everyone else.

Demi nodded, and turned back towards the street. A few figures were seen across the yard, moving away from the school. One seemed to be flying, shortly behind the other, who was running. Mutants. One was from the insitute, the other was unfamiliar. Once they crossed the street, Demi shrugged, and walked back over to the crowd.

[DeathKnight]

Ken: Oz, does he go to the institute?

Gus: I'm not too sure, but he seemed to know me though.

Ken: ... mmm...

Gus: We'll run into him again. No reason to stop and stand around.

Gus began to jog down the street and Ken looked around, silently, as Sayuri followed Gus. Ken hesitantly followed, muttering various curses at the school, and himself for no obvious reason.

[ShimmeringFeyd]

Xavier spoke in light tones to the seated Yosho. The young mutant was sitting indian style with his eyes closed. Xavier was behind him, as always in his wheel chair. Their backs were to eachother and neither spoke, yet they were deep in communication.

The room they were in was slightly more furnished, a simple bed, a small tv and a mini-frigerator. This was Yosho's room, below the campus of the institute and adjacent to Hyde's stainless steel cage.

The professors mind weaved through Yosho's psyche with both skill and caution. It was dark inside his thoughts, purple clouds loomed in all directions. Confusion, doubt and despair were all that remained inside what was once a mind full of life. And in one part, there was nothing but raging storms and endless infernos. The part where the beast called Hyde laid dorment waiting for any reason to strike out.

Xavier finally opened his eyes blinking once while his mind reset itself. "It seems we haven't made much progress recently Yosho. As i've said before all our efforts are futile as long as you allow Hyde to remain."

Yosho remained seated and kept his eyes closed. "I am aware of this, yet I do indeed have the ability to remove that failure of my mind anytime I wish.

Xavier was mildly surprised and a note of doubt was in his voice. "Truly now? This is quite a leap, you rarely speak of your counterpart in such an ill manor. Do you really believe you can defeat him?"

"Of course, I can remove that no count anytime I choose."

The professors mind pushed with speed and strength, yet pure surprise stopped him from using his full strength and Yosho's now mammoth fist slammed into the side of his wheel chair. It twirled and snapped under the impact slamming into the nearby wall shaking Xavier like a rag doll.

Yosho moved with demonic speed and threw his bulging shoulders into the same wall. The weaker metal and bricks shattered and crumbled ontop of the temporarily stunned professor toppling his broken chair and burying him under the rubble.

The beast that used to be Yosho looked over his handiwork. Alive but no longer a threat, exactly as he had planned. It moved to the other room and opened the steel door stepping inside the prison made just for it. It had great strength now but it hadn't pushed too far so its mind was still mostly intact. Though no longer a complete genius, it was still able to follow its plan. Something the thing remembered perfectly as it slammed a hand into just the right spot in the ceiling.

Water began bursting out from the broken fire sprinklers and the creature moved back into the other room closing the door tightly behind him. It waited patiently as the air tight room filled up bit by bit. Counting off the time in its mind, it took a stance and began roaring to itself.

Muscles bulged and his already large form began increasing to even more mammoth proportions. As he began passing eight feet tall, and the limits of its strength, its mind melted away. Reason, thought, ambition, sanity, all these things fell deep into the subconsious. As the last of his memories followed suit, one last word echoed in its mind.

Freedom!!

The monster crashed into the door with impossible strength pushing it into the flooded room. The steel walls buckled and expanded falling back on their supports, yet the slightly weaker ceiling had no such reinforcements. And the whole Institute trembled just as a geysour exploded from beneath the floor of the west wing of the campus.

[Nightwing]

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted I have been gone for a while. But as you can see I'm back.

Ray had walked out the gym not believing what had just happened. He was sleeping good then out of know where the water sprinklers comes on and wakes him up. As he was leaving the building he notice the time. It was almost time for him to be out school. So he decided once he got out side instead of waiting and going back in that he was going to go back to the mansion. Once he was out side he walked all the way to the front of the building. Went over to the car that he had to barrow for school this morning. He looked around to make sure there was know one around to witness him use his powers. There was know one in sight. So once again he had put his hand on the hood of the car and gave it an electrical start. Once started he got into the car and left to go to the mansion.

[Gavin]

I hope this hasn't ended already, just as I get back.

Lucas sat in the cafeteria eating his lunch, it had been an interesting day so far, Mr. Burnham just might kill himself from all the abuse he has taken from the differant students, and although Lucas had been very much entertained it was a just a silly little joke. Lucas stood up and took his tray away, after cleaning up he made for the exit of thew cafeteria but was blacked by a very, very angry looking Mr. Burnham. Hmmmm veins showing from beneath the skin, skin color reaching a deep purple, teeth gritted and showing, either he's just been castrated or he's just come from another bad class. Ahh well maybe a heart attack is in order.

Mr. Burnham: Vallon if you don't get outta my way right now I'll have you doing detention for the rest of the school year !!! Spit flying intermittetedly between words.

Lucas: Wiping face: Well that makes two showers in one day, and by the way sir...[/i]laughs[/i] it is customary to ask politly if you want somebody to move.

Mr. Burnham: WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE I'VE HAD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH OF YOU AND YOU SMART *** FRIENDS, NOW I DON'T REALLY GIVE A **** IF YOU WANT ME TO ASK POLITELY, GET THE HELL OUTTA MY WAY RIGHT NOW....

Lucas: Cooly Make me.....lardass

Burnham was fuming and if he could have gotten any angrier than this Lucas had just done it, pulling a camera phone from his pocket Lucas took a snap shot of the now enraged Burnham and sent it to Gus to have a look. Now he'd done it Burnham was one pissed off oaf and it looked like he was going to charge Lucas down. Taking one step forward Burnham was now roughly reaching Lucas's nose with his forehead it looked as though he was going to pull a knife on Lucas, but Lucas remained calm in the face, well bald spot actually, of death

Mr. Burnham: Ohh you think you're a real tough guy don't you, well let me tell you this Mr. Vallon you may be new to this school, this area and even this country but if you think that and exemplary record like yours will save you from at least suspension in this matter you are very, very, wrong.

Lucas: OK enough off this, Rubbing hands together and extending one towards Mr. Burnham can't we all just get along and be buddies.....yeah right in a low voice.

Mr. Burnham: Ohh you think saying you're sorry will get you off the hook, I believe in second chances Mr. Vallon but you have done something well beyond the merrit of one..... MOVE NOW !!!!

Lucas: Ohh alright, listen there some realy good gello at the counter you should try it, it'll definatly make you fell better Sarcasticly now how about a hug ?

Burnham just enraged puched his way past Lucas, Lucas noticed that one of his laces were untied and at that moment Burnham tripped, responding from expereince Lucas slowed down time and caught Burnham before he collapsed, like a whale. The expresion on his face was priceless, like a mixture of torn fury and hatred mixed with the obligation to say thank you. Grumbling a thank you in nearly inaudible words he said that this wasn't their last conversation and walked inside. Lucas laughed to himself and walked outside and was greeted by Gus and the group.