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Memory Ashcroft

If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.

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a character in “X-men: Xavier and Magneto Unite”, as played by ViviOrunitiaFF9

Description

Name: Mnemosyne (Like the Titan Mnemosyne who had power over memories)

Civilian name: Memory Ashcroft (Though her brother calls her M). Her name was originally Minerva Ashford but she changed it to Memory Ashcroft when she was old enough to do so.

Age: 21

Occupation: Student

Alliance: Good (X-men)

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Memory is a fun-loving and bubbly 21 year old with a slim figure and flowing brown hair. She stands at 5' 4" and has alluring chocolate brown eyes which you just seem to melt into. There is a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, a twinkle of life shining from her very soul, and a cheeky - and slightly flirtatious smile - on her face almost constantly, though it is mostly an act to bury down the loneliness she feels in her heart. Her skin has a healthy tan and seems to glow when she smiles. There is a scar down her left leg from the car crash that killed her mother when she was 16 and has a tattoo of the word Memory in Japanese on her left wrist.

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Personality: Really flirtatious and feisty. Memory's strong willed nature and feisty attitude is what attracts people to her, and her cheerful flirting but that's not the point. Though, it must be admitted, it has come in handy in many situations. She's not even nearly trusting by nature. It's not that she will treat you differently because she doesn't trust you, she'll will just not share important information with you or she'll keep an eye on you when you are doing something shady. That sort of thing. Ok, yeah, she will treat you differently but still.

Since a young age, Memory was taught to think about every decision thoroughly before making a choice by her mother. However, she tries her best to defy this rule as much as possible. Even now she not entirely sure why, she just don't like following the rules that are dictated to her. Probably why she's pretty damn good at hacking, because of her need to be. Which brings us to the next part of her.

Memory's intelligence is astounding. These are not her words so she cannot be accused of being vain or anything. It was her personal tutor that told her after her exams when she got almost full marks for every exam except one which she got just over 4/5. Also, she can be a little cheeky at times and can be very criticising. But she always does it with a smile so that makes it all better, right? Plus she have fairly good acting skills so she can just fake an apology if needs be.

While Memory acts flirtatious, cheeky and just generally fun-loving, there is a painful loneliness deep within that she has been feeling since her mother's death.

Finally, her courage is something that Memory holds dear. Even though her family have been trained to think of the repercussions of their actions before doing anything, Memory has made very split second decisions that has saved one life already. She could have killed herself saving a girl who had fallen on to train tracks at a subway station not long before train was ready to arrive, but her life was greater than Memory's at that point in M's opinion. It was selfless but it is not something she expects to happen often, as much as she'd like it to.

Mutant Classification: Alpha - As Memory not only appears fully human to those around her, but she also has enough control over her ability so as to choose when it is to be used. This advanced control and human appearance allows her to comfortably sit within the Alpha class while her brother lies within in Beta.

Powers and Abilities: As her codename may suggest, Memory's abilities are based primarily on memories. Her main weaknesses are that she must have prolonged skin contact at the temples for most of her powers to work at this stage and that some abilities require a certain state or mind to do. If she does not have this then the power can be a little temperamental.

1. Memory Walking - Memory can not only see but also experience the memories of another. If she is in a place of calm and has skin contact at the temples (unless it is for her own memoires which require only a calm mind) she can let her mind travel into another's and wander around their memories, seeing the scene from every possible angle with every possible detail.

2. Memory altering - She cannot erase memories, but she can suppress and hide away memories in a way similar to her memory defences. This can be used as a last resort move where she will completely suppress every memory that she can within the target's mind temporarily in order to escape though it drains her considerably and she again requires skin contact at the temples. While she cannot erase memories, she can stop someone from ever remembering her if she concentrates very hard. Even if they know she is there, their brain will not want to remember seeing her there and will not look at her no matter what the cost (depends on strength of use with this ability).

3. Memory Implantation - Place a fake memory within someone's head for many reasons. For example, sending yourself into their memories as a loved one or friend to gain information and infiltrate their personal life or the like. Again, requires same kind of skin contact.

4. Memory Defences - Much like an ordinary telepath, Minerva can create mental defences on her own and another's memories, but not the mind itself. She envisions the mind like a never-ending labyrinth or corridors and room, each room containing a different memory. It is merely used as a tool to help her navigate through the mind. Using this same ability Memory could potentially seal off bad memories for another or herself if the situation called for it.

5. Retrocognition (?) - It's not often that this happens, but sometimes when Memory touches an object or person she can get a glimpse at the memories that have attached themselves to it. As of yet, she has never gotten a very clear image, always just a rush of emotions and images, but the ability has been growing.

6. Adoptive Muscle Memory - With this ability, activated through skin contact, Memory can temporarily duplicate the muscle memory of anyone she touches, augmenting her own skill set and techniques to the same as another. For example, she could touch a martial artist and instantly, but temporarily, learn when he/she has learned. While she would be able to put it into practise she would retain the physical capabilities and limitations that she had before. Also, if she were to try and copy the fighting style of someone unpredictable who uses erratic and non-routine fighting then it would be nearly impossible to learn anything as they are constantly changing how they act. While it requires skin contact now and is only temporary this could change as her strength and control grows.

History: Memory Ashcroft, the only child of Olivia Moore and David Ashcroft and half brother to Jonathan Moore whom she is closer to that any other person alive. She actually changed her first name to suit her ability from Minerva to Memory when she was old enough to do so. Up until she was 16, Memory did not even know that Jonathan existed. She had never known her father as he had left them not long after Memory was born. She always learned to fend for herself, becoming quite independent and strong willed, but she had no male figure to look up to. It was only after the car crash that injured Memory and killed her mother that she ever learned of Jonathan. When they finally met, it was not the instant brother-sister bond that she was hoping for. The second she saw him her distrusting nature kicked in her first reaction was to push him away while his was to try and welcome her into his side of the family. It continued like this for just over a year, with the two arguing and fighting constantly. One time Memory actually pushed him out of a first floor window. It was an accident that he went trough the window but she doesn't feel bad.

What really brought them together, as surprising as it might sound, was high school. They had both awakened to their powers by now. Memory had awakened to her own power during the car crash when she tried to check on her mother's condition, as weak as M was. She had touched her mother's head, her fingertips touching the temple, and the fear of her being dead awakened her to her powers. M just managed to catch the last few memories in her mother's mind slip away before her eyes as she fell into the dark abyss that is death. Jonathan had never really been liked for his rather blunt personality at times so he had quite a number of people wanting to deal some serious damage. This he could have handled. The rumour that he, and by association M, were mutants they could not handle.

They were looked down on and treated like scum by the teens, even with no proof. The mere possibility of them being mutants was enough to have them hated and feared by most, even some teachers. They would be abused every single day, treated like scum and assaulted on multiple occasions because of what these people believed.

The turning point in the relationship between these half siblings was shortly after Jonathan had graduated from school and had moved onto university. A bunch of guys from his years had also graduated and seen him one day, taking it as the opportunity it was. They dragged him into a secluded alleyway and started beating him senseless, each taking their turn holding or hitting him. He fought back at first but then he just accepted that there was nothing he could do to save him. M thankfully had been meeting him near there. When she heard his cries of pain, Memory rushed to him only to see the leader of the group drop to the ground. He had tried to cut Jonathan with a switch-blade but had only managed to slice down his hand, which is why he has the scar, and in a moment of panic Jonathan and grabbed the attackers wrist. He died hours later in hospital. Memory had comforted him through this for months, the memory of the killing tormenting his mind. She even tried to suppress the memory for him but only ended up making it worse for him by sending herself into the nightmare. Due to her abilities, she was able to protect herself from the bad memories and fears, becoming immune to his ability when she returned to the waking world - so far the only one who can touch Jonathan's skin without dying.

When rumours spread of them being mutants spread again, they left their home state of Texas and moved up the country. When they heard rumours of a school designed for people like them that wouldn't judge them but help the siblings develop their abilities they jumped at the chance, though tried not to get their hopes up. As it happens, their decision was the right one. They've been there ever since.

Other information: Memory has an unusual fear of Leprechauns. There is no real explanation for it but ever since she was young, Minerva has never been able to look at a Leprechaun without being terrified.

So begins...

Memory Ashcroft's Story

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Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer) Character Portrait: Ace Vasquez Character Portrait: Maxx "Sparxx" Peyton Character Portrait: Sam Proven
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Sam was still shaken up after everything, nothing was the same to him anymore. The person he was about to fight was now his ally according to the Professor and his teacher Cara.

"There's seriously too much mind control going on here Charles." Sam staggered outside observing everything from fallen Sentinals, dead soilders, and wounded friends. Sam noticed all of the soilders that were falling, although he had only heard about it he could guess that it was Jonathan using his powers. Although it was weird up until now he never used them or maybe he wasn't around when he did, Sam probed the thoughts around his head before heading towards Jonathan and the people who surrounded them.

The only other person he could make out of the group was Cara. Phew she was ok, thats good. Sam thought as he reached them looking and analyzing each one of their faces for memory purposes.

"Hey you guys ok?" He asked even though he already knew the answer.

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Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer) Character Portrait: Stinger (Wendy Sherman) Character Portrait: Maxx "Sparxx" Peyton Character Portrait: Vincent Rochat
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Ace
She looked back at Maxx a bit surprised at her offer to help ‘today is just full of surprises’ with a smile tugging the corners of her lips “sure I could use some cover while we get them inside” she replied to Maxx. “Let’s go then shall-“Ace’s sentence was cut off as the sound of tires screeching to a halt just outside the mansion gates where Maxx had parked her car. She looked over in the direction of the car and spotted a taxi speeding away and realized that it was the art teacher Vincent. ‘So he’s back is he?’ she dismissed his arrival when he disappeared knowing he was much in combat really. Turning back to Maxx she once again said “let’s go Maxx”. And without waiting a for a reply Ace quickly walked towards Cara and them who was quickly joined by Sam.

(OCC: sorry all for the short and crappy post:p and to Create_Something for playing Maxx for a bit.

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Character Portrait: Professor Charles Xavier Character Portrait: Scott Summers (Cyclops) Character Portrait: Sabertooth (Victor Creed) Character Portrait: Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)
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Aidan O’doherty

Aidan sat at home watching television. He had a long day at the hospital where he worked. There were several consultations with people that he could care a grain of salt about. The mutant human relations were getting much worse. Aidan cringed to see the Xavier mansion on television, being attacked. Nothing the news reporters on television sympathized with the school or students. Aidan wasn’t the most sympathetic person by a long shot but he definitely saw a problem with the lack of care about mutants being hunted down by the government. He had lived for a very long time, and had seen mutants punished and attacked throughout history. Times were becoming dangerous.

“It seems mankind is becoming a little too ignorant and brazen for my liking…” Aidan said as he watched the news footage from his couch. “I think history demands I strike some fear in the hearts of those ungrateful little gutter snipes. We mutants allow them to live here with us out of sheer grace and mercy, and this is the thanks we get? A dog that continues to bite his masters hand must be shot in the head.” Aidan decided that he would have to pay Charles Xavier another visit, much sooner than he had anticipated.

Vincent Xavier

As Sabertooth carried the sedated Vincent Xavier he chuckled. David looked a bit conflicted. The rendezvoused with the rest of the Weapon-X team that escaped and boarded a transport unit to head back to base. Sabertooth placed Vincent into a stasis pod so that he would remain sedated during transport. David looked puzzled at Victor. “What’s so funny Victor?” David said as he sat across from him.

Victor looked up at David after having been staring mostly toward the floor. “That guy really is somethin’ quite scary… Anyone that has me even a little frightened is a fucking person to be afraid of. He carried the look of a killer in his eyes the moment I started taunting him. He carries the fury of both his fathers and that ain’t nothin’ to trifle with.” Victor replied to David with a grin.

“Well it’s a good thing you know how to get under people’s skin otherwise we wouldn’t have been able to catch him off guard the way we did. He’s a pretty cool looking guy. I’d hop the fence for him.” David replied with a devilish smirk.

“You’re always hoppin’ the fence North.” Victor replied as he rolled his eyes. David most always played both sides of the field at his leisure. Victor only had to threaten David once that his piece of the field was off limits else Victor penetrate David’s gut with his claws. However, it was North that Victor spend the most personal time with oddly enough. The two could somehow trust each other, most likely because they were both highly efficient killing machines and could be more ruthless than most others.

“God I’m just not fully healing from that scuffle with him. That asshole almost shattered several bones while trying to damn near crush me.” Victor griped in annoyance.

“It’s a good thing he was still going easy on you. Knowing what the files said about his possible potential he should have been able to have brought down the entire danger room without much trouble. My guess is that he was trying to keep control and not fight Xavier’s locks on his powers. On another note, it seems Frenzy and Stinger turned coat on us. I’d figure that Wendy would do something fickle like that but Joanna surprised me.” David said in a thoughtful manner.

“I’m more surprised that you’re surprised North. I gotta say that those kids put up a pretty good fight. I almost crushed that Asian boy with the fireworks in my arms, just because I knew that it would really piss Logan off.” Victor reminisced.

David glanced up at Victor and then looked back down at the gun he fiddled with in his hands. “I liked that guy. He looks like me but chipper and less of a bastard than I. Also that Minerva girl… she was something else. Her brother looked like he could have gutted me good for even looking at her let alone holding her hand.” David was all smiles. “If either light bright or Memory girl asked me to join the X-men I probably would and retire.” David began to laugh at himself.

Victor cringed. “And that would be the day I actually would want to kill you. Jeez North you are crazy. But then again I don’t plan on sticking with Weapon-X and Trask too much longer anyway. I personally wanna kill him slowly. He lied to us to get us to join weapon-X in the first place. I guess I can’t blame Stinger and Frenzy for jumping ship.” Victor then smirked.

The transport unit arrived at the weapon X facility. With Stinger and Frenzy having joined the X-men and X-23 as a hostage, they were going to have to relocate seeing that their location was now compromised. Trask wasn’t worried in the slightest about X-23 telling the X-men anything, she’d rather die than to do that, also she never really spoke on a normal basis anyway so the X-men would likely not inspire her to start. The government was swift about their relocation techniques and within an hour the base was whisked away to another not too far off but just as secrete location.

Vincent had awoken, his eyes were heavy and the room was somewhat dark. He was strapped down to a metal table. The restraints placed on him were made with heavy adamantium metal including the locks. Vincent wondered where he was and what was happening. He looked to his left and right and noticed that he wasn’t as alone as he felt. He was surrounded by five petit sisters of blonde hair. They looked to be in a trance. They were concentrating, Vincent could feel it. They were telepaths no doubt about it. He tried to read their minds but they were strong. They were quintuplets and their powers were linked making them a formidable telepathic force.

Vincent struggled and asked, “Who are you? Where am I?” He shifted into his left and right as he asked anxiously.

The five young ladies, with eyes closed, replied in a trance like manner, “We are the Stepford Cockoos. Weapon-X desires your power be set free. Charles Xavier has locked your potential away. We undid the bindings that Kept the Phoenix locked inside of Jean Grey, setting her free. Charles Xavier has contain you in much the same way. We shall release you too. Where you are is not important. Who you are is.” The five ladies spoke in unison and never broke concentration.

Vincent was horrified at what was about to happen. He had already knew that he wielded a destructive power. He knew of the horrible trouble and chaos the Phoenix caused and hated a part of him-self for being like the Phoenix himself in a way. Vincent felt that he wasn’t meant to exist. He was someone’s weapon that tries to lead a normal life. Losing control, to him, reinforced the feelings of being a danger to others. Now these people were threatening to unleash what he hates most about him-self.

Trask walked into the room with his hands held military style/ at attention behind him. He stood over the table grinning at Vincent. The Cuckoos were silent and still concentrating. After a moment of staring Trask finally spoke. “My dear weapon, how nice it is to have you back! You don’t realize how long I’ve waited for you to be back in my grasp. The child of Magneto and Charles will finally realize his full potential! After Xavier tried to ruin my work of art by covering portions of it up! The fool!” Trask stood sinisterly over Vincent as if he personally was going to do the violating that was about to be done to Vincent’s life.

Vincent struggled and trying to get free. He first changed to metal form and tried to break through his restraints but Adamantium metal proved too much for him to overcome. He then tried to use his telekinesis to lift the restraints to free him-self. He was making progress until the Stepford Cuckoos hindered the use of his power. They were strong together, very strong. They suppressed his telekinetic powers. He then Vincent began to panic. He then shifted into metal form again, this way he could defend his mind from telepathic attacks. The Cuckoos were able catch Vincent before he could fully shift into metal form and suppressed that ability as well. Vincent struggled helplessly, he lay there turning red with fear and breathing heavily. His best chance was to try to defend him-self from their telepathic workings.

Trask added. “I won’t turn you into a mindless drone if you cooperate with me. You should be excited! This will turn you into the person you were created to be! You might experience some physical appearance changes but hey… you look good now you’ll probably look great after this so no worries, Agent V.” Trask said with a maniacal laugh. He ordered the Cuckoos to begin.

The women began to hum and they glowed. Vincent felt them prying open his mind and his X-gene. It felt like psionic hands smashing down the barriers that Xavier placed. Vincent fought hard to resist the physical changes he was feeling, he felt stronger with each seal broken and his cries for help were in vain. With his final seal broken from him he felt an alternate personality and presence in his body. It was strong and wanted to release its power. Vincent knew that to give into the desire and accept the power that was locked away, would change him forever. In a last ditch attempt to save himself from being taken over he used the sheer force of telepathy and will to divide the newly released portion of his X-gene away from the current portion of the X-gene he had always used, and expelled it from his body. That portion shot out from his body like a blue light and into a nearby embryo waiting to become a clone for Weapon X.

This was something that Trask had not accounted for. David and Victor looked on at the scene in amazement. They had never seen anything like this before. The machine that held the embryo that now held the other half of Vincent’s X-gene then exploded yet the embryo glowed and was protected. It floated in midair growing into a baby instantaneously. The growth and aging process didn’t stop until he was a grown man who looked much like Magneto, when Magneto was that age. The man opened his eyes he floated above the ground shattering most all of the glass around with his powers.

Trask was amazed. “Look at that!! His fighting our influence created a whole new being!! He’s magnificent!! My Agent V [OOC: Roman numeral 5] you’re my beautifully created mutant KILLING MACHINE!!! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA…..” Trask cackled loudly.

He lifted the metal the bound Vincent and set him free. “Set my brother free…” He said quietly. He began to destroy the lab sending metal flying everywhere. The Cuckoos tried to suppress him but the combined efforts of both he and Vincent subdued the women. The Stepford Cuckoos fled in fear of both mutants’ powers. They could not control Both Vincent and Agent V.

Trask ran for cover as both Vincent and the new mutant lay siege to the base. Trask tried to command David and Victor subdue the weapon. However David and Victor knew not to attempt to stop Vincent and Agent V. Victor grabbed Trask and positioned him so that he could snap Trasks neck. Trask struggled in Victor’s arms. The base was being ripped apart around them. “I ought to snap your pathetic little neck and rip your worthless skull off of your body right now, case I’ve been itchin’ to do it since I found out you lied to me. But I’m gonna let you go.” Victor released Trask. Trask was afraid breathing heavily.

David placed his magnum up to Trasks throat. “I suppose I should tell you why Victor and I won’t kill you for now at least. If we give you what you deserve now, then the dick that follows in your horrid footsteps, which there surely will be one, will be twice as annoying. So you be sure to keep a low profile okay. Else we might welcome the opportunity to waste another asshole for the sport of it. Now piss off you mutant hating son of a bitch.” David put his gun away and the two watched as Trask hightailed it out of the base.

Agent V turned to Victor and David. “You too are mutants, and if my brother, Vincent’s, memory serves me correctly, you are the two mutants responsible for attacking our father’s school and home, kidnapping Vincent. You have wronged your own kind, however I will give you another chance to reform and make peace with your mutant brethren. Come with us or be punished.” Agent V lowered him-self to the ground after having levitated above the ground. He stood naked before the others and not much concerned about it. Vincent felt comfortable with Agent V. He was a part of him but at the same time they were separate entities.

David and Victor looked at each other and then turned to Agent V once more before David replied, “We’re in so we’ll follow you. We’re done here.” Victor nodded in agreement. They were smart and knew when to take down. David thought, “It looks like we’ll be with the X-men for a while…”

Victor added, “First let’s get you some clothes. And second, if you wanna start a gang of mutants or at least rescue some, there’s someone locked away here called Agent six. We should spring her and bring her too.” Victor found a scientist hiding in fear and killed him on the spot by snapping the man’s neck.

Vincent snapped angrily, “MUST YOU DO THAT? Why did you kill him? He was just trying to survive!”

Victor replied, “Well VINCENT, your new brother needed clothes, even if they are crappy middle aged clothes. And, he’s trying to survive, just like us! You didn’t see him going out of his way for us or you whe you were trying to survive did you? Us mutants are tired of TRYING to survive, we WILL and ARE surviving, and if offing the rest of those worthless people is our ticket to survival then I say fucking be it!” Victor spoke harshly but honestly.

Vincent couldn’t respond. Agent V stared taking note of Victors words. They struck a chord with him. People like Trask needed to be punished. They were infectious. Mold that spread from one apple to the next. Agent V continued to ponder, “If humans were the beloved people that the world said could do no wrong, by the Bible’s standards they are Able. The mutants were and are the underdog, thus we are Cain. From this point further I am to be called Cain. The humans, no, Able gave me the name Agent V. It represents my stance of never being society’s stepping stool again.” Cain spoke with conviction. David and Victor smiled, they liked what they were hearing. Vincent could understand Cain’s feelings because he was linked with Cain in many ways, but he didn’t agree with the, at least not anymore.

After Cain got dressed in the dead scientist’s clothes, the group followed David to the chmbers that held Agent Six. Cain using the power of magnetism easily removed the heavy metal door. Revealing Agent six inside the small room alone. “Hello my friend. I’m Cain. We’re here to set you free.”

Outside the mansion

Stinger had stuck with Cara while she stubbornly checked out the wounds of the others. “I’m fine and so are they. Gee Cara, you have become SUCH the good teacher~!” Wendy teased.

Charles had heard Hideki’s thoughts. “Professor!! Vincent has been Kidnapped!!! They took him!! We tried to stop them but we just couldn’t I’m sooo sorry!!” Hideki’s thoughts rang loud and clear in the professors’ mind.

Charles turned to Erik and Pietro. “Vincent has been kidnapped… our fears have come to pass… Our son… Erik!” Charles was actually beginning to panic. Erik had no words but cried out loudly, most metal objects nearby trembled and or were crushed under the pressure of his anguish. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! They took MY boy!” Erik yelled.

Pietro gave Magneto a hug. “We’ll get him back father. Don’t you worry okay. I’ll just zip back to their base and scope the place out. I’ll be back in like ten minutes.” Pietro zoomed off before another word could be said. But unfortunately the Weapon-X group had already moved base. Pietro returned and reported the news. Everyone’s disposition seemed to fall drastically. The X-men were about to enter a time of much confusion.

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Character Portrait: Professor Charles Xavier Character Portrait: Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) Character Portrait: Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver) Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft
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“Vincent has been kidnapped…"

The wonder twins turned in unison at the professor's most disturbing words, a deep pain building in their chests, in their hearts, every beat aching at the thought of Vincent's kidnapping. For a moment, time seemed to cease around them as their visions began to blur from the tears slowly forming in their eyes. The half-siblings were wishing more than anything in this one moment that this news could not be true, that the professor was mistaken. All of their internal praying, however, was for nought.

"our fears have come to pass…"

A sudden sob of anguish escaped Memory's lips as her legs began to fail her, the weakening of these vital limbs causing her to take a step back to regain a degree of balance as more sobs followed. The glistening brown eyes of Jonathan's little sister moved between Erik and Charles desperately in disbelief and sorrow. Staying strong, as he had been forced to do so many times before in his life with Memory, Jonathan dared not let a tear slip past the barrier of his eye while he pulled her close in an attempt to comfort her as best he could.

They considered themselves quite close to Vincent, at least as much as they were to everyone else in the X-men family, seeing him as more of an older brother than a friend. For the first time in their life they had both had a real family, they had finally had more than just each other, and they would be damned if that were ever to be taken away from them. The thought of losing someone that they considered family, or as close to it at least, almost literally killed them. Someone that they trusted almost fully - which was quite a feat for Memory.

The sound of metal slowly crushing and compressing around them and the haunted cries of Vincent's blood relatives echoed in their minds for a second before Memory spoke, with a muffled and quivering voice, against Jonathan's chest just barely loud enough to hear.

"We could have helped him..."

Memory's brother gripped her shoulder gently and pulled her back so that their eyes could meet, Jonathan giving her a deep, meaningful gaze while his eyes stung from the unreleased tears, a complete contrast to her own. Opening his mouth to speak, his voice failed him, the lump in his throat preventing any and all forms of verbal communication. Swallowing it back down, He tried again.

"Don't think like that, M. There was..." Jonathan faltered for a second, the ending to this sentence now sounding scarily like a lie as he thought it over in his head. Thinking fast, a new ending was found. "There was nothing that he would have let us do." This was considerably more accurate than the first statement, though also lacking in some honesty. Jonathan hated himself for not returning to Vincent's aid, for following V's orders to retreat outside. He regretted every second that they wasted standing back at the sidelines in a situation where they could give nothing when he could have been defending Vincent and preventing all this mess.

"Oh please, Jonathan. When has something like that ever stopped us before?"

Raising his eyebrows once in half-acceptance, Jonathan muttered under his breath in an inaudible whisper the words "fair point". The confirmation was not unheard by his sister, however, who simply looked away from his eyes as guilt and shame washed over her like a wave of ice cold water chilling Memory to her very core.

"M, look at me." She did not, preferring to stare at the hard ground than meet her brother's gaze.

"Look. At. Me."

After a few seconds of a tense silence between them she complied with his demand, the reluctant and somewhat hesitant movements only irritating Jonathan. In such a difficult time, irritating him was not the best idea. Finally, their eyes locked once more and he repeated what he told her before.

"There is nothing you could have done, Memory. If they were strong enough to capture Vincent of all people then we would have stood no chan-"

"We could have at least tried! You didn't even attempt to stay, you just grabbed my hand and ran!" She screamed back at him in reply, fully turning away from her brother who's face was now contorted in unreleased anger at her. After a deep breath to regain his composure as best as he could manage, he spoke in a calmer voice than he had originally intended to.

"Yeah... your're right. It's all my fault, like usual."

Memory gave one harsh huff then twirled quickly with her fist extended, the same fist colliding with Jonathan's jaw and making him stumble back. Memory may look weak and have a fairly slim figure but she could give one hell of a punch, one to even make her 6' 6" brother, who was more toned than she would ever be, get knocked off balance. She shook the fist she had punched with violently as jolts of pain shot down her fingers. Pointing at her half-brother with the other, her eyes stinging as yet more tears - from where they were coming from she had no idea as it seemed like Memory's tear reserves had been depleted long before - began to form, her bell-like voice rang out, the words dripping with venom.

"That's not what I meant and you know it! Don't turn this around on me. I just..." Memory's words began to fail her as her legs had before, and were beginning to now. Clutching her head through the sweat-soaked hair form the fighting, Memory broke down.
"I can't keep... I can't I-I just... can't..." Before she could realise what was going on a pair of arms wrapped around her, the warm embrace reassuring and calming her raging emotions. She was usually adequate at handling these situations but sometimes, like today, it just got too much for even Memory and her half-brother to handle.

As she sobbed into her brother's chest waiting for Pietro to return with the news, his hushed whispers of "its not your fault" lulled her into a feeling of calm and serenity as the world of the X-men crumbled around them.

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Being inside was like operating a computer. He could refine his search, calling upon memories that only included a specific person, place, or time. Or if he preferred he could watch the whole story from the earliest memory they have until now, but that would take a while. He was only interested in her dealings with Trask, specifically over the last few months, from the last time he saw her before she infiltrated, until now.

While he sorted, and called forth specific memories for information, he could feel the cracks in the shield he had erected around her brain, preventing anyone that he didn't want from poking around. He made a note to self, to repair the cracks after he got what he needed.

He grabbed what information he wanted from the memories he shifted through, slipping far enough out to let them, the memories, slip back to where they belonged. Travis then went on to the repairs. It wasn't like when he sorted through memories like a computer. Erecting boundaries and barriers was like encasing a piece of the person inside a dark tomb. Each tomb contained an image of the person, with a part of them locked inside. The human brain was a fragile thing, and too much erasure, implantation, meddling could permanently damage it.

Travis let his hand fall from Adria's eyes once the repairs were done, taking a deep breath. He didn't use up too much power, since he didn't implant any memories or erase anything, but to still sift through all of it was exhausting in it self. Adria's mind was now secure for the next little while, but her body would have to heal on it's own.

He rested Adria back down onto the bed, and brushed a few strands of her hair away from her face. It wouldn't be long now before she woke up. "See you again soon." Travis said, teleporting out of the Infirmary, and off the campus grounds.

Adria

Adria slowly slipped back into consciousness, her eyes blinking repeatedly to adjust to the lights and be rid of the glossyness. She tried to remember what happened last, and she shot up, looking to the doorway. "Who...?" The sudden jolt up caused her face to contort in discomfort from the pain in her side. It was obvious that she was alone now, but before she had blacked out the second time, she recalled a tall man, dressed like he was someone important. Not knowing who he was or what he possibly had done to her while she slept was an unnerving feeling.

The silence is what got Adria up and out of the bed. How long had she been out? Was the mission successful? She didn't know. It defiantly brought more questions that answers, and she thought about it as she made her way from the infirmary, sliding her hand along the wall to help her along as she walked. Once at the elevator, the doors opened, Adria stepping inside. The doors closed behind her, and she rested her back up against them as it went upwards.

It wasn't like her to keep obsessing over what has happened in the past, but she couldn't help but think if it was the right thing to do in helping Trask get the weapon. Had she known it was Vincent all along, would she have still gone through with it? No. Regardless of who it was it didn't change what needed to be done. Get the weapon back to Trask. I didn't do anything wrong. Just what I was ordered to do.. she thought to herself, repeating it in her mind. You can't change what has already been done, but the feelings she had just as the attack began were back, and they were bringing doubts with them. Adria shook her head, shaking away the doubts.

Adria had forgotten she was in the elevator, so lost in her thoughts that when the doors opened, she stumbled back at the sudden loss of a leaning post, catching herself on the frame. It was quiet on the surface, and Adria knew the attack was over. Glass crunched under her feet like snow from the blown out windows. There was a hole in the wall, and she stepped through it. A short cut to everyone outside. As she got closer, Xavier's voice rang loud and clear.

"Vincent has been kidnapped... out fears have come to pass.."

Mission completed.

Mia

Mia had been on vacation for the past two weeks, much to the insistence of Charles. She hadn't taken a day off in a few years, and Charles had given her an ultimatum. Go willingly, or I'll force you to go. So Mia decided the first option sounded better. While she was away, she was worried about how her restaurant was fairing, and everyone at the institute. She hadn't been away from them for any longer than a day at most, and it caused her to fidget in her seat as the plane touched down. She was excited to be home, and highly excited to see everyone.

The plane came to a complete stop, and not long after, the passengers began filing out. Unbuckling herself from her seat, she grabbed her carry on from the overhead compartment, slinging it over her shoulder.

The baggage area was packed, and Mia was tiny enough at 5'3'' that she could push her way through to the front. The baggage was starting to appear on the belt, and she hoped that the bag with the souviniers had held. There was a few fragile pieces that she had, and she did wrapped them in bubble wrap just in case. But even still it could break. Other passengers had began grabbing their luggage, the area thinning out. She had caught a glimpse of her pokadot suitcases, getting more excited as the minutes passed. She was that much closer to home.

The suitcases were heavy when she lifted them off the belt, extending the handle to drag them behind her on the wheels. One for each hand. Maneuvering through the crowd, she made it outside, the traffic stopping long enough to allow her to pass to the parking garage. Her purple Honda civic stood out against the other cars, giving the trunk a nice pat before opening it up and placing her suitcases inside. Jude had bought her the car the day before their anniversary, and had given it to her that night, a day early. She had wondered if he had waited till that night, if he would still be here, and had they taken the car instead of walking. She shook her head of the thoughts. She couldn't change the past. What was done was done, and all she could do was move forward.

She lid into the drivers seat, pushing the brake and clutch down as she put the key in the ignition and turned it, hearing the roar of the engine come to life. Taking the e-brake off, she placed it into reverse, slipping out of her stall. Shifting the car into gear, she left the parkade, wondering what everyone was doing during the drive home.

It was quite a sight when she drove up to where the gates should have been. Instead, they were torn off their hinges, laying on the grass all bent out of shape. "What-What happened here?" She muttered to herself, the car not going more than 10KM. Her mind began to race with scenarios of what transpired, which only got her more worried. Charles, Magneto, and-was that Pietro as well-all stood around to the left. Bringing her car to a stop, she got out, making her way over to the group, the bit of her stomach in knots with a terrible feeling. Charles and Magneto were in great distress. She could tell by the flashes of anger on Erik's face, while Charles held it in. Something had to have happened to Vincent, she concluded. Only Vincent could get such a response out of the both of them. She didn't verbally say anything. Instead, Mia wrapped her arms around Charles from behind in a hope to comfort him in some way, resting her cheek at the top of his head.

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After fighting through wave after wave of soldier Ryan and Thantos stand amid the bodies of the broken soldiers panting and searching for the next threat. Between breaths Thantos pants out, "Well Ryan we did it. We stopped them. No more soldiers." He turns to his buddy and smiles holding his hand out.

"Vincent has been kidnapped... out fears have come to pass.."

Thantos's face dropped. He was stunned. After all of that they had failed. He had failed to protect his family. His friends were hurt and missing. He began to breath faster hyperventilating. 'It's going to happen again. I'm going to be alone. They won't stop until my entire family is dead and I'm alone again.' These thoughts continued to play over and over in his head getting worse and worse each time.

"R-Ryan this can't be right... There's no way we lost. Right Ryan?"

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"No, I'll be fine. I’ve had much worse." Cara insisted again, leaning herself up against the wall of the mansion to support herself. "What do you mean inside? Did the soldiers sneak past us?" she didn't need an answer it made sense to her as soon as it left her lips. With the majority of the battle-trained mutants outside there wasn't much in Project X's way to Vincent.

“Vincent has been kidnapped…"

Cara felt the air in her lungs freeze as the message came. That’s what the attack was for, that’s why the soldiers didn’t force them back, although it wasn’t for not trying generally the soldiers would have put up a much better fight then they had today. They didn’t want to get inside the mansion; it was just a distraction.

"Our fears have come to pass…"

Although Cara was never a greatly emotional person she couldn’t deny the feeling of dread inside her, she may not have shared the visions of Vincent’s family but she could not deny he was a friend.

Sliding herself down the wall she was leant on Cara stared up into the smoke filled sky, the pain she was experiencing slightly dampened by shock. She looked out across the mansion’s grounds; the once bright and vibrant gardens were now covered in the bodies of black clad soldiers, guns scattered around them, the massive gates that once adorned the driveway to the mansion were now broken, bent and half buried in the flowerbeds and the sentinels that had caused the most damage now lay in burning ruins, only huge metal husks remaining of the great mutant-killers.

Eventually her eyes slowly drifted back to the blackened skies and there they remained for some few minutes as Cara just sat and listened to the sounds around her until Pietro returned. Then as the echo of Magneto’s cry was still ringing in her ears she finally pulled herself to her feet and limped over to hear the news.

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"Well Ryan we did it. We stopped them. No more soldiers." Thantos said, smiling. He held out his hand for Ryan to bump fists with. Ryan did so, with gusto. He heard Thantos's knuckles crack, they weren't broken, but his hand should have hurt a little. Ryan smiled. "That's for almost killing me with that Sentinel." Ryan joked. "I swear, I actually thought I was gonna die there! If my bones were any less dense, my skin any less scaled, my healing any slower, I would have died. I was scared!" He laughed. Then he heard it. Professor Xavier's plaintive voice.

"Vincent has been kidnapped... out fears have come to pass..." He said. The sadness evident in every syllable. The world froze around Ryan. Everything stopped, everything was quiet. Ryan almost didn't even hear Thantos say, "R-Ryan this can't be right... There's no way we lost. Right Ryan?" Ryan tried to speak, but nothing came out. His mouth moved wordlessly, his brain hopelessly, desperately trying to grasp the fact that Vincent was gone. It was a joke. A sick prank. "Stop it you guys." Ryan said, chuckling, mostly out of nervousness. "You're kidding right? Vincent is really in the bushes over there or something and we're all gonna laugh about it before we go back inside and start repairing the damage from the attack. Right? Right?" Ryan asked, hoping someone, anyone would tell him he guessed it, that it was all a clever ruse, that Vincent would crawl out of a bush and they would all laugh. There was no such response. Ryan was greeted with only sad nods and tears. Ryan felt his heart shatter, next was the dull thud of his knees hitting the ground. He heard Magneto's pained cry and matched it with his own sobs. Tears flooded down his face, there was no holding them back. Ryan cried like a child. He cried so hard he had trouble breathing. He cried so hard, his whole body shook with the force of his sobs. Vincent wasn't just a friend. He was a brother, a mentor, he was everything Ryan could have wished for in a fellow mutant. Ryan just kept crying and crying. He felt Thantos's hand on his shoulder but it did nothing to console him. He just kept crying. Eventually he ran out of tears and just sat there, on his knees, sobbing silently.

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Charles Felt caught up in feelings of despair and sorry. He let his son down. He let his students and family down. The faces of each one of them flashed in his overwhelmed mind. He placed his face in his hands and wept. He then felt the gentle embrace of one that he could only be Mia. She was one of a sweet heart and she knew how to make one feel better, she didn’t have to say a word. Charles began to feel centered once again. He placed his hand over Mia’s and said, “Thank you Mia. I needed that.”, softly to her.

Fuyumi felt horrible. She thought back to earlier in the day when Vincent, Vila, and her were formulating their plan of action. They were to protect the students. But once they found out that the students weren’t the actual target she should have switched modes. She wished she had not have allowed the steady flow of things to sweep her into quick brash decisions. She racked her brain for ways to help make this right. Then it hit her, Cerebro. Fuyumi sprinted over to the professor who was crouched on the ground next to Mia, Erik and Pietro who all stood. “Professor you must use Cerebro! I’m sure you’ll get a location on where Vincent is if you search for him that way.” Fuyumi sounded flustered. She was usually very calm in disposition but today’s events proved to be a bit much for even her.

Charles looked up with a sense of hope. He was so grief stricken that he had forgotten all about Cerebro. Charles replied, “Yes… Fuyumi you’re right! I must go to Cerebro immediately. Erik will you see to the students? I also received another communication from Hideki in the danger room just now. It seems they managed to subdue a rather dangerous mutant who’s abilities seem to mirror Logan’s. I can trust only you to safely handle someone of that caliber Erik.” Charles said swiftly.

Erik stopped him before he could continue. “Charles, it’s alright. I’ll handle things here. Please find our son, I know you will. We need your calm disposition more than ever right now. Vincent will be fine and you will find him. Don’t you worry.” Erik gave Charles a gentle smile and helped him to his feet. Charles nodded in response and headed off to the danger room swiftly.

Erik then levitated off of the ground high enough for all to see him. He then spoke calm and authoritatively to the group outside the mansion. “Listen well everyone. I know today’s incident was indeed difficult. Today we were attacked by people who are afraid, afraid of you for your strength, afraid of you for what you have been blessed with. Fear stems from misunderstanding. They don’t understand us and thus out of fear they tried to harm and destroy us. But we mustn’t harden our hearts and close our minds off to the mission we all believe in. Vincent, my son…, has been taken from us. However, we WILL find him. We won’t let Weapon-X claim a member of our family, as X-men, and as a Mutant family! Charles is using Cerebro to locate Vincent now. The best thing for us to do is to be strong, be proud, and carry onward believing that our future will be better than our pasts! You all have made me very proud today. Charles is proud of you. You stood up for each other and fought hard not to kill even though they tried to kill us. I know how hard it is to come from a place of killing humans without a thought, to protecting those very humans that would rather see me dead. It’s difficult to love someone who hates you. But love suffers long for its cause and so shall we until our desired end is met, harmony. Rest now, tend to your wounds, continue to support one another. Know that all is well.” With that, Erik lowered himself down to the ground and headed into the mansion.

Fuyumi felt relieved after Erik’s speech. He was so charismatic and a natural leader. Fuyumi noticed some of the other’s dispositions improving slightly. However one person’s disposition showed they needed a little tending to. Fuyumi calmly walked over to Ryan and sat down beside him. She placed a hand on Ryan’s shoulder. “Ryan, don’t you worry. You were so brave today. I’m sure Adria will greatly appreciate saving her. Vincent looked proud to see you all work so well together in the middle of danger. You did what was best for the team and I know for sure he’d be proud of that. I believe that for myself as well. I wish I could have stayed by his side, but there were others that needed me too. I believe he’ll return to us, in one piece.” Fuyumi then gave Ryan a gentle hug. She liked Ryan for his gentleness and strong spirit. He took things so seriously and tried his best. She was very much the same way when she was younger.
Kyle stood next to Scott who looked as upset about today’s event’s as he did. He noticed Scott’s face cringe when he heard that Vincent was taken. Scott was definitely silently dealing with a great deal of anger and disappointment. Kyle looked on as Jonathan tried to console Memory, who seemed to be breaking down. Jonathan was most likely hurting heavily as well, but he needed to be strong for Memory and he was doing a very good job. Kyle wondered how his best friend was doing. Hideki was there when Vincent was captured. Kyle was sure Hideki wasn’t in the best head space. Kyle wasn’t in the best head space. He felt kind of useless. He wished he had been more helpful than he was. He wasn’t exactly sure of what would happen to Vincent but he prayed silently to on the spot that Vincent would be okay.

Kyle didn’t cry or look angry. He simply stood silently next to Scott and watched everyone else. He did however look disappointed. Kyle was a very interesting individual. He was very personable and quite the people person. However he had a very existent lonely side to him. He developed that way of being during the time when he couldn’t control his absorption abilities thus he couldn’t touch anyone. This problem had persisted for nearly two and a half years before he was able to be helped. He was used to being the charming guy you could see but never really get close to. Even now that people could get close to him, it was hard for him to take down those inner barriers that he placed up long ago. Vincent was a good friend to Kyle. Kyle could only imagine how hard Philip was taking the situation. Kyle thought to himself, “Whe the professor locates Vincent, I’ll fly as far as I need to so that I can meet up with him and make sure he gets home safely. I promise.”

Hideki plopped down on the floor of the danger room. He was tired and upset. He was relieved that X-23 had finally been subdued but Vincent was gone. He felt terrible having to tell the Professor that he failed to help his son. As much as Hideki beat himself up on the inside he tried to keep a slightly upbeat disposition on the outside. He never liked to look down and sad if he could help it. “Today was not a very good day…” He commented.

Philip looked on at the pile of rock and vines X-23 was constricted in. He stood looking on as if he were in a trance. His breathing was broken and winded. His eyes began to tear at the thought of his lover being snatched away from him and he couldn’t protect him. He began to weep heavily and didn’t wipe away a single tear. “Why… why… wasn’t I strong enough? I couldn’t save him… what kind of boyfriend am I?” Philip criticized himself.

Logan walked over to Philip and placed a hand on Philip’s shoulder. “Look kid, the guys we were facing were nothing easy to overcome. They aren’t just strong but as tricky as they come. There was no way we could have planned for this. You did what you could. This doesn’t mean you can’t protect who you love or that he ain’t comin’ back. We’ll get him and we’ll make Trask pay big time for this I swear.” Logan knew that Trask was to blame for all of this. It fit his M.O. perfectly. Philip seemed to take well to Logan’s encouragement and slowed in his weeping. Logan then turned to Vila, “Thanks Vila. You did an excellent job at keeping little miss assassin under wraps.” Vila didn’t say anything, but nodded as she left out of the danger room. Logan knew that Vila was taking this as hard as Charles, Erik, and Philip did.

Erik shortly afterward entered the danger room. His face was stern looking. He walked over to Hideki and helped him to his feet. “Thank you, all of you for helping my son as best you could. I do not take that lightly.” Erik the turned to Philip. “Philip my boy, I know… I know… but continue to be strong enough to believe that Vincent will be fine. Charles is looking for him right now with Cerebro. A mutant of Vincent’s strength will not be hard to spot with Cerebro.”

Erik then looked at the pile of stone and vines that held X-23 captive. He scowled at the pile angrily. With a wave of the hand he brushed the heavy stones aside using his power and levitated X-23 in the air. She was just like Logan indeed, with an Adamantium coated skeleton. X-23 was stuck in one position, as if she were standing at attention with floating in the air. “When will Trask learn that coating things in such an alloy is simply a heavy handicap? I’ll bring her to the holding cell myself. You all should tend to your wounds and get rest as best you can. Things from this point forward will not be easy.” With that Erik turned and walked out of the danger room taking X-23 with him.

He brought her to the confinement cell that was actually tested to be able to hold a mutant even as strong as Logan and stronger. He hurled the assassin into the cell using his power. He had very little remorse for the deadly mutant. Erik knew a stone cold killer when he saw one. He grew up suppressed and threatened by them every day in his youth. He said only one thing to X-23 before leaving her in the containment area alone and secure. “You, young one, are very fortunate that I am a changed man. Charles’ rubbing off on me has saved your miserable life more than you know… the old me would have ripped your bones apart and beat the remains with them but I have learned to suppress such uncontrolled and vicious urges. Do know that I can smell your bones miles away. So if you did manage to escape, you won’t be getting far before you feel your head begin to snap from your body. Just a bit of encouragement for you to be a good girl and behave.” Erik’s tone was composed but very serious. He meant every word and could more than back it all up.

Erik left the holding area and met with Charles. The room that contained Cerebro was enormous. The large spherical room had one extended platform from the room’s entrance. At the end of the platform sat Charles at the station that carried the helmet that the user would use to operate the machine. Only telepaths could operate Cerebro and not just any telepath could effectively use it the way Charles or Vincent could. It amplifies the telepathic strengths of the user. Erik slowly approached Charles. “How’s the search. Have you found him?” Erik asked, sounding like a worried parent whose child hasn’t returned home after curfew.

Charles was about to reply that he had not yet located Vincent but he, just then, picked up on Vincent. “I’ve just located him Erik!! He was miles away in an underground base. He and several others have escaped it seems and the base has been destroyed. But something puzzles me and concerns me. It appears that I am sensing double signatures on Vincent’s X-gene. There is another present with him that shares Vincent’s reading. This is much different than clones like the young lady in captivity right now. She has a different signature than Logan. But it is as if there is two of our son.” Charles explained. He had communicated with Vincent and instructed him that he would be sending Scott in the blackbird to go pick him and his companions up soon. They would be back at the mansion in a couple of days.

Charles then proceeded to inform everyone else telepathically that Vincent was alright. “Everyone there is good news. I have located Vincent and he is alright it seems. I will have Scott and Logan fly to his location to pick him and his companions up. Rest easy and thank you all for your bravery and strength today. To all of our guests please make yourselves at home. I will have repairs initiated as soon as possible. I will aim to keep you all posted on the status of things.” With that Charles ended his telepathic communication with the others.

The next day had arrived and things were busy at the mansion. Repairs were underway and everyone was given the day off from all meetings and classes. They were encouraged to take it easy. Scott, Logan, and Philip set out to pick up Vincent. The trip would take a little while. They weren’t aware that David, Sabertooth, Agent Six, as well as Cain were the extra people that would be accompanying them back to the mansion. They were in for a deadly reunion…

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After a long time, Ryan was finally feeling a little better. People were moving around and starting to get stuff done. Professor Fuyumi had suggested the use of Cerebro to find Vincent. It was brilliant, anyone with an X gene as powerful as Vincent's would stick out like a sore thumb.Ryan had finally, for the most part, regained his composure. He'd stopped sobbing but everytime he tried to talk nothing happened. His voice was sealed away, unable to come out. At tht moment, Ryan noticed Professor Fuyumi approaching him. Fuyumi calmly walked over to Ryan and sat down beside him. She placed a hand on Ryan’s shoulder. “Ryan, don’t you worry. You were so brave today. I’m sure Adria will greatly appreciate saving her. Vincent looked proud to see you all work so well together in the middle of danger. You did what was best for the team and I know for sure he’d be proud of that. I believe that for myself as well. I wish I could have stayed by his side, but there were others that needed me too. I believe he’ll return to us, in one piece.

Fuyumi then gave Ryan a gentle hug. Ryan closed his eyes and he hugged Professor Fuyumi back, but not as hard as he could or else he would have crushed her. He almost started crying again. Luckily his tear ducts were pretty dried up, so he managed to keep it together. It was exactly what he needed. Someone to tell him everything was going to be ok and that he did the best that he could. To hug him like... like his mom used to. That nothing was his fault and they were gonna get Vincent back. It was perfect. Ryan managed to whisper, "Thank you, Professor." As they broke apart, Ryan stood up, offering his hand to the professor to help her up. He did so with the palm of his hand, so she wouldn't cut herself on his claws. As she got up, Ryan said, "Thank you so much for your kind words and for the hug. Must not be so nice to hug someone who's scaly. I still appreciate it though."

Charles then proceeded to inform everyone telepathically that Vincent was alright. “Everyone there is good news. I have located Vincent and he is alright it seems. I will have Scott and Logan fly to his location to pick him and his companions up. Rest easy and thank you all for your bravery and strength today. To all of our guests please make yourselves at home. I will have repairs initiated as soon as possible. I will aim to keep you all posted on the status of things.” With that Charles ended his telepathic communication with the others.

The next day had arrived and things were busy at the mansion. Repairs were underway and everyone was given the day off from all meetings and classes. They were encouraged to take it easy. So Ryan did. He woke up early and took a walk around the campus. He helped out a little bit with moving heavy things and opening some stuff, but for the most part, he relaxed. He felt perfectly fine, his body healed very quickly, it always did. Wounds on his body weren't what was vexing him. It was Vincent, and the rest of his friends. They must have felt so terrible. Ryan had no idea how to console them, so he did the only thing he knew how to do at a time like this. He walked down to the basement where the art room was. As he walked in the door, the art teacher looked up, and started to put himself together. He must have been in the middle of something, "Please don't bother yourself with me. I know where all the supplies and things are, I come here a lot actually. I'm just feeling like painting." Ryan said with a smile. He'd taken great care to grind the scales all over his body down extra this morning so he could have as much freedom of motion as he needed to paint. It would be tricky, like it always was, but hopefully, with the foresight to grind most of his scales off this morning, it would come a little easier.

Ryan prepped his canvas and grabbed his five colored tubes marked white, blue, red, yellow, and black. He set himself up in a corner, facing the door, so his work wouldn't be seen by anyone in the room. It would be embarrassing if someone looked at whatever horrid monstrosity he made with his clumsy hands. Still, Ryan got started. He mixed some basic colors together to give himself a full spectrum of paint to work with and got to painting. He'd wanted to portray what he really felt like at the moment, so he'd started with mostly blues and blacks and grays. He'd started with the sky, like he always did, forming big angry rain clouds that pelted his canvas with rain. Next was the sea. It was turbulent and tempestuous. Obviously it wasn't in a good mood because it was rampaging like an angry rhinoceros. However, there was a single opening in the rampaging waves. A small spot where the sea was calm. It was far away, but it must have been a good place to be because the sky was clear there. A metaphorical oasis in the middle of such harsh environs. Finally, Ryan filled in the space between with the horizon, clouded and bleak. There was no hope there. Just an almost empty space that was only filled with the rage and sadness of the sea and sky around it. Next, Ryan began the last component of his painting. It was a boat. A small sloop whose sails were stowed and was in danger of tipping. It was headed for that calm spot with as much speed and urgency it could muster. Ryan tried to convey as much desperation in that sloop as he could. The lines were lashing about, some of them hadn't been battened down and were whipping about as the storm tossed the ship. The sails were beginning to come undone from their bindings, and the mast was ever so slightly bent out of shape from the force of the wind and the rain. Ryan didn't make any people on the boat, but he figured there were a few on board, maybe one of them was below decks attempting to prepare something warm for the sailors who were about to go out and battle the storm. Maybe yet another was in his bed, holding a bible and praying that this wouldn't be the end for him. Finally, he managed to make a dark, humanoid shape over the boat's wheel. Perhaps he was the captain, steering the ship to clearer waters, or perhaps he was some mutinous villain, set on sinking what little hope the ship had. Either way, Ryan had spent a very long time in the art room. As he finished, Ryan sat a while, lost in thought at the painting he had created. It was better than his previous attempts at art, which made him feel good. The scale grinding had definitely helped. He had wanted to making something inspiring and hopeful. This dark thing in front of him felt more like the blues than a march. Shaking off his uncertainties about the piece, Ryan started to clean up. He'd made a mess and felt it was time to get out of the poor art teacher's hair. He'd been here long enough.

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“Everyone there is good news. I have located Vincent and he is alright it seems. I will have Scott and Logan fly to his location to pick him and his companions up. Rest easy and thank you all for your bravery and strength today. To all of our guests please make yourselves at home. I will have repairs initiated as soon as possible. I will aim to keep you all posted on the status of things.” With that Charles ended his telepathic communication with the others.

'He's safe. He's coming back. We didn't fail.' Thantos looked to Ryan and saw him being comforted by Professor Fuyumi. 'He'll be ok. He doesn't need me right now. I wouldn't be any help anyway.' Thantos went to retrieve his fallen coins. As he went to grab some off of the ground he whinces at the pain that explodes in his arm. 'Oh, yeah I got shot. He begins burning Pewter to cancel out the pain. Burning Iron he pulls the coins into his hand and tosses them into his pouch. He turns to walk into the mansion going to the infirmary. Once he got there he falls into one of the bed and extinguishes the Pewter letting himself feel the burning pain of the bullet in his shoulder. After a while he passes out and sleeps.

His sleep isn't restful or relaxing. He dreamed of his parents and the kidnappers. He felt the desolation of abandonment the fear of being alone. He woke with a start in the middle of the night. He was coated in a cold sweat. His shoulder was bandaged and arm in a sling. The pain had decreased in his time asleep. He lied awake staring at the ceiling for a few hours thinking about the dream, his past. He started to panic. Hyperventilating he jumps out of the bed and runs outside. He gasps the cool night air calming himself. He looked into the sky and saw a skyscraper a few blocks away. He ran putting distance between himself and the mansion the pain in his arm flaring as he ran. Reaching the base of the skyscraper he flares Steel pushing himself to the top of the building. He stood on the top of the spire surrounded by darkness. Tears were streaming down his face. He was scared and alone. He spent the rest of the night atop the building. In the morning he returned to the mansion. He sat atop the mansion alone thinking.

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Jonathan hadn't slept.

Even with this amazing news of Vincent's imminent safe return, Jonathan just could not bring himself to venture into the land of dreams that he was so familiar with. Not with what was happening with someone a little closer to home. For the first time in a long time Jonathan had spent the night sitting with his back against the cold, hard wooden door of Memory's bedroom as a lone sentinel defending her from curious eyes, the sounds of her sorrowful sobs just managing to make it through the door as she cried herself to sleep clutching her mother's photograph desperately in despair.

Jonathan knew how sensitive she was.

Jonathan knew how lonely Memory felt inside.

After you live with someone for long enough you tend to learn when their smiles are not genuine. When there is a deep burning desire for the one they have lost and long for eternally. When every waking moment that they have in solitude their mind wanders to the one missing from their lives.

Shaking his head, Jonathan started silently down the corridor once more to one of the few sanctuaries that he had in this building, a safe haven. One place where he felt truly at peace and like he belonged in a strange, but somewhat fitting, way. Jonathan stopped only once on this trek to his favourite place of the entire Xavier institute - a simple trip the bathroom to look at the dark circles under his eyes, haunted expression and pain filled eyes before splashing water on his face and fixing his hair until it was half decent.

Finally, after much slow and silent walking, Jonathan reached the art room.

The room was deathly silent and a distinct smell of acrylics permeated the air with their divine aroma, the blessed scent calling to Jonathan like a beacon of light in those dark times. While some people went to alcohol and others went for the lustful company of another, or maybe to violent scraps to release their frustrations and anger, Jonathan longed for only one thing to calm him and let his mind think things through. Art was his life, one of his two true physical skills, and something that took his mind away from the troubles of the world and focussed it in on the painting or the drawing or the sculpture. It was the same with his author skills but today was no day for writing. Today was a day to feel the brush in his hand like a part of his body.

As he entered, he realised that the room was not in fact empty as he had hoped. The art teacher was here in the basement room, as an art teacher would, but there was another. It was one her recognised. The boy he saw, the black scaled boy, Ryan, was the one who had attacked the sentinels with his friend the day before, the one that Memory found - in her own words - "positively intriguing". Shaking his head at the memories of thatconversation about the boys in their school that had embarrassed him more than when M had walked out in just her underwear while J's friend was up (something that she had never done before, only to make his friend stare to annoy Jonathan further) in their apartment before they moved to the Xavier mansion, Jonathan noiselessly floated into the room.

While the black scaled boy washed up his brushes such things, Jonathan took the opportunity to glide past him to the canvass set up facing away from the door so as to prevent situations such as this. He didn't know if he would manage it past the boy, Jonathan hearing before that the mutant before him cursed like himself had heightened predatory senses, but attempted anyway.

Half way there, however, he stopped and uttered only three words into the painfully silent room.

"Are you alright?"

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Ryan was just about done cleaning up. He'd noticed Johnathan walk in earlier and almost look upset that there were people in the art room. Ryan supposed he really just wanted to be alone. Ryan knew the feeling. That's why HE'd come down here. Professor Fuyumi had been nice the other day, but he woke up this morning feeling as if he couldn't smile, couldn't speak. It didn't matter that Vincent was ok and coming home safe. That was great, it was everything Ryan could have hoped for. It was mostly just that Ryan had failed to protect him, failed to keep him safe. He should have stayed there, with them, made sure they were ok. Still, there was nothing Ryan could have done about it. There were very powerful mutants in the room when they'd made off with Vincent. Ryan would have been just as helpless as them. It was pointless to worry over it, but Ryan couldn't help but worry. He'd let everyone down. The only person he hadn't let down was Adria. She was the only one. He'd managed to save her, but everyone else at the mansion, himself included, got hurt by his failures. It was a horrid feeling. The feeling of being responsible for so many being hurt by your inaction. There was nothing he could do to fix it, only hope for forgiveness. It was a wretched feeling.

He'd started to pack up, but just as soon as he'd started packing, he heard a voice that made him jump. It came from behind him. How on earth could anyone sneak past his hearing? Forget hearing, he hadn't even smelled him. Whipping around and growling and baring his teeth at what might have been a threat, Ryan was greeted with the smiling face of Ace Vasquez, a shadow user like Miss Cara. Dropping his act, Ryan put his hand on his neck. "Sorry," he said, emotionless.

She was standing over him, pointing at the man at the helm, and asked "What is his purpose Ryan? What does the person wish to accomplish by reaching the little oasis of light?" "Umm..." Ryan started, "I don't know. Maybe just rest. It's been a long time. He's probably just tired. Tired of struggling. Tired of hurting. I don't know." Ryan said. He resumed packing up his things and began to leave. Any other day he would have loved to discuss it with her, he just felt like being alone now.

He'd put his paints away and was washing his brushes, when he noticed Johnathan, Memory's brother try to get a look at his painting. Ryan had smelled him come in earlier, and didn't think much of it. In fact, Ryan didn't know what to think. He guessed he didn't mind him looking, or being in the art room, he just hoped Johnathan wouldn't make fun of him for it. It wasn't very good. It was the first time he'd painted in a while. The first time he'd tried it after grinding his scales extra hard, but they'd only be back the next morning. Then something broke Ryan's self-berating inner monologue. In the painfully silent room, Ryan heard Johnathan ask, three simple words. Three words that everyone lied in response to all the time. Three words that deadened the entire room, "Are you alright?" He asked Ryan his voice ringing in the small, enclosed space. Ryan was silent for a long while. He didn't know how to answer. He wanted to shout and scream and cry his eyes out. He wanted to punch something, he wanted to paint angst-ridden pictures, and he wanted to hurt everyone who'd ever wrong him all at once. It was the worst feeling he'd ever experienced. He felt like he was going to throw up. Finally, Ryan managed to respond, hardly above a whisper, his voice ragged from crying, "No. No I'm not alright Johnathan. I'm really not alright. It's why I came here. I came to paint, even though I'm not very good." Ryan sighed a little and smiled half-heartedly. "What about you? Isn't that why you came down here?" Ryan asked. He continued, not waiting for a response, "You must not be alright either." Ryan observed. "By the way, are you and Memory ok? I saw your... spat yesterday. I'm sorry. I shouldn't pry, I just know you two are really close, like family should be. It kind of hurt to see you guys fighting. Bah, listen to me." Ryan chuckled. "I'll leave you alone, that's why you came down here, isn't it. I'll get out of your hair." At that Ryan walked over to his painting and picked it up, aiming to leave and let Johnathan be alone for a while

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Jonathan stayed silent for a second watching Ryan's retreating form as he moved away from both Jonathan and the shadow-walker in silence with a pang of regret in his heart for making Ryan admit to how he felt. Jonathan knew that this was one question that everyone found it easy to lie about, like the very question meant absolutely nothing. However, Ryan had told him the truth. Not something he was expecting and it was a pleasant surprise for the young Texan. After a moment, Jonathan finally answered the boy. He didn't particularly seem interested in the answer at all but Ryan had been honest with him so it was only fair to return the favour.

"I suppose... I suppose we are, as siblings. Together... Memory and I... we're fine. But I worry what she will be feeling alone."

Jonathan's gaze fell distant and the world seemed to separate from him almost, like an invisible bubble had formed around his still body as his face contorted in pain at the thought of Memory's hysterical sobs the night before. Practically tossing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Jonathan straightened his body and let his eyes refocus.

"We'll be fine. Minor disagreement is all." Swallowing the lump in his throat forcibly, Jonathan took a step forwards then suddenly something occurred to him in what Ryan had just said to him and his movements faltered. For a second, he wasn't sure if Ryan had been getting at what he thought he was, unintentionally no doubt, or not. Slowly, the words repeated over and over and over.

"...I just know you two are really close, like family should be. It kind of hurt to see you guys fighting. Bah, listen to me."

"...like family should be...hurt to see you guys fighting... listen to me..."

"...family...hurt...fighting...listen to me..."

"...listen to me..."


'Best not test that theory just yet, eh, Jonathan?' Jonathan thought to himself as the answer stared him straight in the face. Jonathan was good at reading into things like this, sometimes scary good as his friends would say, but even he made mistakes on occasion. If his theory proved to be wrong, then he could just be upsetting Ryan further and this was one thing he didn't want. Not just because he didn't want to hurt him after such a devastating blow as Vincent's kidnapping. No, that was not the only reason, nor the most important. Jonathan didn't want to test it and guess incorrectly because Ryan was his friend, and family. If there was one thing that Jonathan could not do it was hurt his family, be they biological or adopted in a sense.

As the black scaled boy lifted the painting he had been working on, and that Jonathan had failed to catch a glimpse of not minutes ago, the picturesque, yet turbulent, image was revealed to Jonathan's awaiting eyes. His lips stretched into a silent "wow" before they straightened slightly and the corners curled up into a smile, his teeth fully visible.

"You have real talent, y'know."

Fear that further compliments may embarrass him or only further push Ryan away from his own work, as many artists tend to do, Jonathan left it at this with a half smile and began towards the cupboard to retrieve his in-class sketch book. His long fingers on the murder weapons for hands, holstered within the gloves, sheathed within the leather, gripped the cupboard door...

...then he stopped.

Jonathan Moore stared down at the deadly weapons that were attached precariously to the end of his wrists, the same ones that had put a man into a coma the day before that would surely claim his life within the next few hours. For so many years, these hands had successfully kept people from him, pushed them away so not another friend or loved one could die. He had been terrified every day of his life since discovering this power, this nightmare touch, that he would destroy the lives of those around him. But now, after seeing that soldier's life ended so quickly and the other... his mother could be dying too...

Jonathan was not going to live every day of his life in fear.

Not any more.

Turning quickly, Jonathan called to Ryan a little louder than he was expecting, startling even himself.

"Hey! Ryan?"

Clearing the distance between them in three steps, Jonathan lowered his voice back to the normal volume for his husky Texan twang.

"I'm gonna go get some fresh air, walk the grounds. You wanna come?"

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Ryan didn't hear Johnathan move when he went to pick up his painting. He must have been just standing there, but why? Ryan shrugged it off, but sure enough, when he turned back around, Johnathan had stayed exactly where he was. Just standing there, silent. Something was on his mind. Whatever it was, it was keeping him from answering. After a moment, Jonathan finally answered. "I suppose... I suppose we are, as siblings. Together... Memory and I... we're fine. But I worry what she will be feeling alone."

Obviously he was lying. His face contorted in pain, and he seemed to want to forget something. Ryan tried to comfort him, "I don't know what it is, but you're family. Actually related by blood. I'm sure you'll get over it. What's in the past stays there. You can move on from it and forgive each other. That's what family does. I'm jealous of you actually. To have someone who will love you, stand by you, and just be physically there with you no matter what. I'm sure you guys will be ok." Hopefully, whatever argument or disagreement they'd had could be forgotten. A family forgives each other. Ryan didn't know what it was they were fighting about, but he was sad for them though. It really did pain him to see such sadness between siblings, between real family.

Jonathan straightened his body and his eyes refocused, he must have finally put whatever was bugging him out of his mind. He looked at Ryan and spoke again. "We'll be fine. Minor disagreement is all." "That's good." Ryan said, "I'm glad to hear that." He actually smiled a little. Jonathan took a step forwards, then his movements faltered, he stopped. Something must have occurred to him. He obviously had something to tell him, so Ryan stood there, holding his painting. Ryan had been fidgeting, not sure if Johnathan was actually going to ask him something. He turned the painting over in his hands once or twice. Johnathan's eyes grew wide. He must have caught a glimpse. "You have real talent, y'know." He said. Ryan just waved it off. "My hands are so static, it's hard to paint with claws. Thanks for the compliment though. I ground my them extra hard to paint today, my claws that is. I love painting, but it seems my X-gene doesn't." He chuckled. Something must have triggered in Johnathan's mind, because he turned quickly, and called to Ryan, "Hey! Ryan?" He cleared the distance between them in three steps, then said, "I'm gonna go get some fresh air, walk the grounds. You wanna come?" Ryan nodded slowly, slipping his painting into the backpack he'd brought down with him, "Yeah," he said, barely over a mumble, "Yeah, I'd really like that." he finished, speaking up so Johnathan could hear him, slinging the back pack over his shoulder.

Ryan followed Johnathan up and out of the basement, onto the grounds. It was a beautiful day out, a shining sun a few poofy white clouds, a very slight breeze, just enough to push your hair around a little bit.

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The second that Jonathan stepped outside he gave a weak smile into the gentle breeze that blew past him, cooling him to perfection, and jumped down the seven or eight stairs to the ground, landing... well he could have done better but the main thing was he stayed on his feet. Straightening his arms behind his body slightly Jonathan inhaled deeply and let the cool morning air chill him within then let his body relax, the pain of yesterday's training session and the mansion invasion finally taking its toll on his body bringing a quiet wince that was almost undetectable to the human ear, even his own. Something he had perfected was masking his pain, though even he couldn't hide all pains.

Turning slowly, Jonathan attempted another smile. It still seemed a tiny bit forced to even him and he could feel that the smile didn't completely reach his eyes, but it was better than he had been managing all morning. If the image in the mirror earlier was anything to go by he looked like crap. A cut above his right eyebrow (as minor as it was), a bruise on his right cheek to the side that was so small that you would have to look quite close to even notice the damn thing and tired eyes with dark circles beneath them.

'Just another day in the life of the X-men...'

Crossing his arms with slightly pain that was successfully masked behind his smile Jonathan looked Ryan up and down quickly with his eyes and pursed his lips considering. The question that he been playing on his lips for so long, since first seeing the black scaled wonder in fact. he had been wanting to ask for so long the way that his body functioned as it did. Was he warm blooded? Cold blooded? Reptilian? What abilities and augmented human skills did he receive such as strength and such?

Ok... so more than one question but still.

Deciding to save it for another time, he released his arms and turned to the Xavier estate. Jonathan had fallen in love with this place upon arrival, before they were even moving in. Just when they were considering it he adored the building and grounds. Many times he had come out late at night and painted the building or the estate or sketched the scenery from the roof. Twilight was the most tranquil time at the mansion in his opinion and nothing could stop him embracing the bitter cold outside for another rush of that clean, pure air.

"You know... I had been intending to borrow some of the art supplies to come and do another painting of this building for tonight but... I dunno. When I paint, it's like I go to another world where it's just colours and shapes and light and forms. No responsibilities... no pain... just utter bliss." He shook his head and turned back to Ryan slowly.
"I doubt I'd be able to now. I have to be in that mood or there's nothing." Shaking his head again, the now mop of hair atop his head flipping about in the wind before lifting gracefully with the breeze and lowering again.

"Prob'ly for the best to be honest. With how Me- everyone is right now, I doubt I'd get up there unnoticed. Besides, Professor X no doubt already knows." Shrugging, Jonathan closed his eyes and lifted his hands, each pointing in a different direction.

"Right or left, my good sir?"

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The second that Jonathan stepped outside he gave a weak smile into the gentle breeze that blew past him, and jumped down the seven or eight stairs to the ground. He straightened his arms behind his body and breathed deeply. Now that Ryan thought about it, Johnathan had had an even bigger day that he had. He'd been in the training room too. Ryan thought... just for a moment, that he heard Johnathan wince. But it couldn't have been, must have been the breeze rustling the grass or the leaves in the trees, or something.

Turning slowly, Jonathan smiled again. Ryan knew that smile. It was the one he gave himself when he looked in the mirror this morning before prepping himself for painting. It was a forced smile, for the most part. The kind that looked happy except in the eyes. There's were you could see something was still bothering him. Still, Ryan let it slide. There were probably things Johnathan was thinking about, things he was keeping to himself. Everyone one was today. No one wanted to show their family how much they hurt inside. Not even here, at the school. Ryan took a brief moment to study his face. He'd been hurt yesterday. There was a cut above his right eyebrow, and a tiny bruise on his right cheek. Ryan almost didn't notice it. Then there were dark circles beneath half-smiling eyes. Everyone had those too. It had been a rough day. Not just for Ryan, everyone had felt the pain.

Crossing his arms with what looked like a real smile Jonathan looked Ryan up and down quickly with his eyes and pursed his lips. There appeared to be a question on his mind, like earlier. He disregarded it, or perhaps he'd stored it for a better time, regardless, he put what was bugging him out of his mind and looked around the campus. He released his arms, letting them down by his sides, and turned to the Xavier estate. Ryan looked with him. At their home. It had always looked good to Ryan. Even after an invasion and a full scale assault with sentinels and everything the school was beautiful. It was one of the reasons Ryan had come here. The place was perfect.

"You know..." Johnathan said, breaking their reflective silence, "I had been intending to borrow some of the art supplies to come and do another painting of this building for tonight but... I dunno. When I paint, it's like I go to another world where it's just colours and shapes and light and forms. No responsibilities... no pain... just utter bliss." He shook his head and turned back to Ryan slowly who nodded in agreement. Painting was a form of release. It was a way to forget everything and turn your pain into beauty. That was, if you were better than Ryan was. Even though Johnathan had complimented him on the painting he was still holding, Ryan never felt it was good enough. His hands always felt clumsy and poorly directed. Johnathan spoke up again, "I doubt I'd be able to now. I have to be in that mood or there's nothing." Shaking his head again, the now mop of hair atop his head flipping about in the wind before lifting gracefully with the breeze and lowering again. Ryan nodded again, "There's a specific place you have to be at, not where you're sitting or anything, but in your soul. You can't force it, you have to let it come to you."

"Prob'ly for the best to be honest. With how Me- everyone is right now, I doubt I'd get up there unnoticed. Besides, Professor X no doubt already knows." Ryan caught the slip up, even without his excellent hearing he would have caught the vocal inflections that lead to Memory's name. Ryan shrugged it off. If Johnathan wanted to keep secrets about Memory, he certainly could. They were their business. Ryan hoped, one day he might share in that business, but it most likely wasn't to be. That one day he'd be able to do things for them. Not just especially Memory, but Johnathan too. They were good people, they'd been nice to him. Still, there was no way they'd ever be closer than friends. Ryan knew what he was, he wasn't someone you bring home to mom, Ryan gently touched the horn stubs that he ground everyday on his forehead. He played it off like he was scratching his head. As if to further emphasize that point, his tail slunk out of his pants and wagged ever so slightly. He couldn't help it, the wind felt amazing. Ryan felt himself actually smile. It felt so good outside. The breeze was cool but the sun was warm. It was a good day, a new day. Looking back to Johnathan and snapping himself out his reverie, Ryan saw him shrug, then close his eyes and lift his hands into the air, each pointing in a different direction.

"Right or left, my good sir?" he asked. "Umm... Right." Ryan suggested, and headed off that direction, tail wagging in time with his step and golden eyes shining in the sunlight.

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Ryan walked slowly, enjoying the breeze and the sun. Talking with Johnathan was nice, it felt really good. Ryan had gotten a ways away from Johnathan when he finally noticed he was walking by himself, Johnathan's footsteps had stopped. Ryan turned around and faced him from a distance of about twenty feet. Johnathan spoke, "So, besides the claws, rock hard scales and tail - which might I add is awesome-" Jonathan looked over his shoulder at his backside then spun in a circle staring at it before stumbling, most probably on purpose. Ryan couldn't help but chuckle. "I wish I had a tail..." There Ryan had to interject, "No you don't, trust me. I'm always knocking stuff over when I'm inside, plus, you can leave some pretty big bruises on people if you hit them with it." Returning to the previous topic with a drawn out sigh, Jonathan continued where he left off. "What else can you do?" Taking a quick glance up the path, Jonathan shifted his stance slightly into more of a running one and gazed at Ryan challengingly. "I'm assuming that your powers follow some sort of pattern, like animal style patterns, so let's see if I'm right and if you're faster too."

At that, Johnathan took off down the pathway. He was running at a pretty good clip, for someone so humanoid. "Well, you'd be right." Ryan called out, slipping the backpack off of his shoulders and placing it gently on the ground. Ryan knelt down, taking his stance on all fours, stretching and getting ready. He had to give Johnathan a head start, after all, he was only running on two legs. After a few seconds, Ryan took off, still on all fours. Ryan could never see why people didn't run this way, it was so much faster. Then again, most people weren't built like Ryan was. Catching up after about 3 seconds, Ryan had covered roughly fifty or sixty feet and was keeping up with Johnathan without too much difficulty, he was still going pretty fast. Ryan was pretty impressed, He must work out... "I'm faster, stronger, and my reactions are better than most humans. I'm covered is scales, as you know, and there are horns on my forehead. My senses are better than most people too. I can smell and hear pretty well." Ryan finished explaining, still running on all fours. "This is just a little slow for my tastes though. I'm not built for endurance, I do short bursts repeatedly with short breaks in between. Meet up with me at that tree over there." Ryan said, motioning to a tree in the distance with the point of his tail.

Finally, not wanting to hold back anymore, Ryan blasted ahead and tore down the path, blazing another seventy feet or so to the tree in roughly 3 seconds. He jumped when he was about 5 feet away and launched himself into the leafy canopy, it was only an eight foot jump, plus he'd had a good running start. Ryan clambered around for a moment, getting used to the feel of this particular tree and then hung from one of the lowest branches by his tail. "OK, this is why you'd want a tail. If you're strong like I am you can do this kind of thing with it. For climbing. Climbing is fun, plus I can grab stuff with it. However, that's all I get out of it. When it was growing, that I'd get used to it being a particular size and when it was as much as an inch longer it'd throw off my balance and my coordination and I'd hit stuff with it."

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Cara Black


“You have to stay in bed Cara, elsewise your head could get worse and your arm certainly won’t heal!” The nurse berated at Cara, it was the third time she had attempted to get up and evidently the nurse was losing her patience.

“I’m fine though! My arm will heal, even if I don’t stay here and what’s the worst that could happen with all the repairs going on, I’m not likely to fall without anyone around me.” Cara answered back, almost pleading. If nothing else so she could at least go for a cigarette.

“It is better to be safe than sorry when it comes to head trauma.” Once she was satisfied that Cara was back in bed the nurse turned to leave. “Now please don’t try to run away again.” She added before walking back to her duties.

Cara rolled her eyes, waiting until she was sure the nurse couldn’t see her anymore before pulling herself into her shadow and off the side of the bed to where her clothes were neatly folded up. Pulling her t-shirt carefully over her head so as to avoid knocking her tender wound, she picked up her boots and coat, ducking her head around the corner to check that the nurse hadn’t been alerted to her movements. Tip-toeing towards the door, Cara pulled herself into a shadow to make the last stretch to the door.

She walked aimlessly through the mansion, eventually deciding she was far enough away that the nurse would never find her she sparked up one of her cigarettes giving a sigh of relief as she did so, it was amazing the kind of serenity a cigarette can bring.

She leaned up against one of the nearby walls relishing in the feeling of her first cigarette in several hours, when she thought she heard something like tears. Listening carefully she followed the sound that was just at the edge of hearing, as she grew nearer to the noise she could tell that it was a pillow cry, the kind of sound only makeable when someone buries their head in their pillow and just cries out the hurt.

She followed the sound back to the room of its origin, looking up and down the corridor to get her bearings she eventually worked out whose it was. She knocked, “Memory? Are you ok?”





Mutt Ant

Mutt was sat outside his van, relaxing with a cold beer after a long day of updating his website. He sat back and looked into the dark night sky his radio playing quietly away to itself as he flicked through his anorak of mutants all in all it was turning into a good evening.

He looked up from his anorak to take a sip from his beer, taking a subconscious gaze at the radio only now really listening to it.

“It has been confirmed that there was an attack on the Xavier instate today and it is believed to be of anti-mutant terrorist groups, though none have come forward. In other news…”

Mutt spat his beer across the slow burning fire in front of him almost extinguishing it. “Oh shit!” He quickly collected his things together, pouring the almost full bottle of beer on the fire to extinguish it and quickly climbing back into his van, heading off as fast as he could though with the distance between them he wouldn’t arrive until the next day.

He’d seen a lot of anti-mutant fighting in his life but very few on the scale of the attack at the mansion, he surveyed the damage from his van as he approached the opening in the wall where the gates had once stood.

Since he’d had interaction with the Xavier institute before he had known the grounds well as well as the mutants who lived there and had little trouble navigating his way to a clear spot to park. Once his heavily modified and pro-mutant stickered van was parked up he ran out hurriedly. “Fuyumi! Is everyone ok?!”

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Character Portrait: Ryan Legrand (Leviathan) Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer)
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Ryan was bloody fast.

Jonathan figured he would be quick, a lot faster than him, but not that fast! Jonathan could easily sprint 100 meters in around eleven seconds, a record that he was damn proud of and hoped that maybe his new friend could only run a little faster than him but the scaled boy - who was in fact eight years younger than the cursed twenty-four year old and did count as just a boy - had abolished him. Then again, he had four legs to use while Jonathan had only two. And he had a tail.

J still wished he had a tail...

Upon reaching Ryan's current location, at this point hanging upside down from said tail in a tree, Jonathan curled forwards and pressed his hands to his knees drawing in as much air as his lungs could manage. He wasn't usually like this. Out of breath? Maybe. But not utterly breathless and exhausted. The day before must have taken a greater toll than he expected. He opened his mouth to speak but his voice and breath failed him. Lifting one hand he signalled for the boy to give him a minute longer.

When he had recovered enough, Jonathan faced the horned teen and considered the tree for a moment. Glancing from branch to branch, calculating each one and whether they would hold his weight, he took a short run at the trunk. One booted foot hit and pushed up, the other following and doing the same. He managed one more unsteady step up the tree truck then reached as high as he could, his long fingers gripping the nearest branch hard. Calling on whatever strength he had left Jonathan pulled himself up, walking up the tree as much as possible for extra support, and scrambled onto the branch.

He stared down at the floor with a grin, a real grin. Not a fake one like he had been using all day, and for most days, but a true beaming grin, the beam of which bright enough to blind like the sun. Then again, his ex did always say he had a smile that could light up a room when he chose to show it. Sidestepping that painful thought of his ex, Tanya, he returned his hazel eyes to Ryan's own almost cat eyes.

"Still got it! I used to free run as a kid, but I haven't don e it in years. Guess you never really forget it, huh?"

He bit his lip as an idea came to him, the temptation to follow it through almost becoming too much for him. If he just focussed for a moment he could recall the hope he felt earlier from Ryan and figure out exactly what it meant, even though he had a theory for some of it, and if maybe he could help. However, he managed to refrain. His number one rule at all times was never enter a mind without permission unless completely necessary or unintentional (which he had to add after feeling the hope without trying just moments ago).

Suddenly realising that he was still staring into Ryan's eyes while biting his lip, Jonathan's own eyes grew wide and he looked away, the almost unnoticeable pink blush showing faintly through his sun kissed skin at the top of his cheeks.
'Oh god, please say he didn't get the wrong idea...'

Shaking his head, he pushed himself up slightly into the tree, taking it branch by branch by branch so quickly that his mind could barely keep up, out of embarrassment.He had almost decided not to ever stop when he heard the gut-wrenching sound of the branch cracking. The one below him also snapped and dropped through the air to the ground and he dangled above Ryan and the grass floor so far below with fear in his heart and coursing through his body, clinging on to a branch that had half broken away form the tree. It broke away further and his body drooped further.

"Oh, this would happen to me today!"

These were his last words before the branch completely came away and his flailing body flew through the air. Within seconds his back struck the ground and the wind was knocked form him. his vision blurred form the force of the... could you really call it a landing? Crash landing maybe... Regardless, he was in a lot of pain.

"Well... I guess I don't... still got it."

>>>>>>>><Meanwhile, Memory's bedroom><<<<<<<<

A gentle knock at the door made Memory pull her head form the pillow that now had more tears than stuffing in it after her late night tear session gripping her mother's photograph and this mornings continued cryathon. Only a second later Cara's thick Russian accent, slightly muffled by the door, asked through politely with some concern.

“Memory? Are you ok?”

Her gentle gasp was barely audible to herself, let alone any several feet away separated from the noise by a wooden door. Puling herself up quickly, with panic and terror rising, she practically slapped away the tears that had almost stained her face and leapt to her feet. Standing in the middle of the room like an idiot she looked around quickly for some way to hide that she had been crying.

"Y-yeah, uh..." Clearing her throat, Memory finished the sentence as it had started off wavering like she had been crying. Well she had been crying but Cara didn't need to know.
"Just a sec!"

She looked at the water bottle on her bed side table, considering applying a little water here and there plus through her hair to make it seem as if she had come out of a shower not long ago, that would certainly hide it. However, it was was a poor excuse. Abandoning that idea, she decided to go for the most basic and boring of them all, but safest, and charged to he little desk and three mirrored display set up. Quickly pulling her make-up out and placing the photo down gently, Memory wiped her face wipe a cloth and started going through her usual morning routine, though skipping the outfit choice preferring to stay in the same thin fabric "dress" as yesterday that worked excellently as sleeping attire. Right now, she couldn't care less.

When the evidence of crying was somewhat covered from Cara unless she looked really hard, by which point Memory would be adding something else to her face and covering the eyes with either make-up or her hands or her hair. Taking a deep inhalation, she shouted Cara in.

"Door's open!"

'Better to face things head on.'