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Samara heard the large oak doors close behind her. Gulping hard, she began to sweat. "How do I lie my way out of this one?" she thought. Being a con artist was one thing, but being able to stay one and still be on semi good terms with the X-Men was going to be difficult, especially if Xavier exposed her for the lying rat she knew she was.

She saw his face and her mind raced. "Hey there, Professor. Heh, long time no see?" And with that she was gone. Like a bat out of hell she raced through the long hallways, not having any clue in the world where she was headed. Knocking things over, pushing people to the side, she flew out the main gates.

"Why did I get myself into this?"

"Because you're an idiot!"

"I'm not an idiot, I'm just depraved and have an active imagination!"

"Shut the heck up and run!"

She had gotten into one of her infamous shouting matches with herself. Having little friends, she had taken up two personalities in the mind, who often would argue outside of her mind.

Samara ignored her body, pleading for her to stop. Nearly flying over the gate, she stood outside the X-Men compound, feeling rather happy she had gotten out. Brushing herself off, she began to walk leisurely back to the Brotherhood home.

Upon arrival, she saw many of her comrads staring in disbelief, just as she was. It was a wreck, being destroyed. "Fixin' it up, eh?" She walked over to the group, smiling eerily.

She stared into his eyes, her face in a look of near laughter. Her eyes were large and blue with an almost electric feel. "I'm Samara, maybe Mystique didn't tell you I was coming. I'm who they call Puppeteer." She looked down at her leg, easily visible from her torn skirt. "You wouldn't happen to have a band-aid now, would you?"

Her red lips were posed in a vile smile, her dark and pointy eyebrows narrowing a bit. Soon her eyes began to turn misty black, and a dead arm began to reach out of the earth. Returning to normal, she had a pleasant smile on her face, and the arm reached back into the earth. Laughing shilly, she began to watch the construction crew with fake interest.

"well i lived near the area. i had been jumping sround differant foster homes i think they did that just beacuse they wanted to. well i finally stay some were for more than 6 months, and the super parinoide about everythnig police tried to arrest me, well.....let just say it didn't work. i had this town was pretty tolrent for mutants so i decided to hitched a ride here." darius said telling his story. he decided to keep a few detials out, he was always nervous telling his story he really didn't like pity.

Damion followed blankly behind Lance and (not that it mattered to him) Valerie. He tried to listen in on the conversations as they happened in order to get some insight as to just what in the hell was happening but to his great disatisfaction knoone seemed to know. It was a little depressing that their leader was engaging more people than she could keep up with and so quickly but concidering he was one of those people he could hardly complain.

"I hate to interupt Lance but would you mind feeling Valerie and me in on whatever the hell is going on? That is, unless your busy with your freind here."

He hated to let is show that he was growing impatient but seeing as how Valerie always seemed to be in such a state he highly doubted that Lance was going to notice. Besides, he hated being in the dark more than being inpolite so he would have to manage.

"And what's with all these friggen TV cameras?"

"From what I can tell..." said Lance, scanning the scene slowly, trying to piece together an answer to Damion's, as well as everyone else's question of what was going on around here. Obviously, the camera men and boom-sticks (???) floating around meant that this whole event was going to be televised, city if not nation wide. Why anyone would want to redo the home of a bunch of rebel mutant teens and then televise it was any-one's guess.

Just that moment, the same man that had been seen chatting with Pietro moments before walked solemnly in front of the group of misfit teens. He paused briefly to glance at them before turning away, tearing shamelessly as he muttered on about 'the poor children'. At first, lance couldn't make head or tails of that brief sob scene, but as the man turned around and he saw the words "Ty Pennington - Extreme Makeover Home Edition" embroidered on his jacket, the whole picture came together.

"...the Brotherhood house is gettin' a makeover." He said, nudging Damion and pointing at the jacket.

Valerie gulped as her face turned from its usual tanned colour to a pale shade, looking up from Behind Lance she spotted the rather hyped tearful man in front of the camera, standing up the blonde looked at the camera and stuck her tounge out slightly, pulling her bottem eyelid down.

"Umm hi, thanks for the remake..."

She muttered nervously flashing a victory sign at the camera, starting to get over her initial fear or Samara's power, returning to her cocky state as if she'd never been a frightened mass before, the colour returned back to her cheeks. Putting an arm around Damions neck the blonde belly laughed and smiled innocently to the camera.

"We kids thank you very much!"

Kidd kinda stared back at Darius blankly for a moment. She thought it was odd for him to spill that much o his past with her. Normally it took a little coxing to open someone up, but he just flat out tod her his life story. She shrugged after a moment and assumed that he was just an open guy. the alterative, which was that their were becoming close enough that he would spill that with out a second though would make her blush so hard her face would exploded. "Ya, But I still don't by Bayville's all that nice of a place. I drifted from anti-mutant town to anti-mutant town , there all the and this ones looks suspiciously a lot like them." she yawned and stretched out. damn I'm board. you guys want to play a little game till we get there?"

"Hmm?" Rachael looked up at her. "Sure...just don't get really close to me. I'm still kinda sick." She turned and managed to get a paper towel over her face before sneezing twice. "Ouch....ooohhhh....I hate being sick. My eyes get all watery and my vision is bad enough without that happening." She groaned to herself fixing her glasses.