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Team: Alpha's Winter Wolf
Location: From his dorm to the War Room

-----In the Dorm-----

Varis entered his Dorm after the mission shaking his head at how he had fallen behind everyone and ended up being left behind and had to find his own way back to the school. He changed out of his torn and soaked clothes as he looked around his room he changed into a fresh set of dry pants and a Staind concert T-shirt. "This should work." He said to himself and shrugged. "If not to bad." He began walking out of his room his boots making the distinct thump as his heels hit the tile.

He walked through the school remembering where he saw the different areas on the map he saw a few days earlier. He began popping his head to To Them These Streets Belong by Rise Against. He wasn't sure why the song popped into his head but he wasn't complaining as he walked and smiled as he trained the speed he could collect water from the surrounding air into his palm and creating a small sphere and releasing it and catching it before it hit the floor.

-----In the War Room-----

Varis entered the War Room as he allowed the sphere to dissipate and looked in as he heard his name from Tsukino and he chuckled his distinct Irish accent making him well known to any in the room. "Oi little lass I be here got left behind is all." He shook his head and looked around the room. "So can someone fill me in?" He said rubbing his head and not looking at anyone in particular but the floor and his boots.




((Sorry for the very short and crappy post guys.))

Code Name: Siren
Team: Alpha
Location: Academy - Infirmary
Ability: Sound Manipulation
Singing: Nothing.

Isabella woke up to sterile smells and the scent of freshly laundered sheets. It wasn’t an overly perfumed scent… Soft, like the kind of detergent that mothers used for their newborn babies. At first things were blurry… But gradually they seemed to clear. A nurse was taking an IV out of her arm, softly padding at the tiny pinprick with a cotton ball before applying pressure and placing a band-aide with hearts on it to secure it.

“Oh you’re awake Miss Stone…How are you feeling?”

The songstress tried to speak, but at first it was a mere whisper as she tried to fight through the drugged haze of her tired mind…Clearing the frog out of her throat, the salt and pepper haired woman gave her a kind, patient smile. For some reason, that smile absolutely infuriated her… It felt patronizing. She was willing to bet her new skirt and belt that she looked like death warmed over. How did the nurse think she felt? “I’ve been better.”

Feeling a sharp pain in her shoulder, she glanced over to see her arm covered in gauze…That was odd. Usually by the time she came to, Elixir was already laughing at her for her injury in the first place…It was usually completely healed.

“Ah…You weren’t the only one who needed treatment upon arrival. Joshua and Warren have been doing what they can to fix the worst of it… But the rest is up to regular medicine for now. Joshua healed your nerve damage after the bullet was removed… But fixing up Mr. Spencer took a lot out of him. So you’ll have stitches…”, the woman babbled on, not noticing that her patient was getting paler and paler. Isabella had a healthy tan… For her to be pale, was unusual.

What had happened after she’d lost consciousness? Everything was a blur. She remembered Christian and Daylia coming in to back them up…Remembered escaping Mystique…Remembered someone trying to patch her up. Leo coming towards her… Someone else carrying her… And then nothing.

Just blank, empty nothing.

“How…How long have I been out?”

“Not too long. A few hours at most, from the time that you arrived.”

“Only a few hours?”, Isabella repeated, her brow furrowing…That seemed wrong. It felt like forever. The songstress remained silent as the nurse prattled on and moved the tray over the bed so she could eat. Apparently, food was good for her considering the amount of blood she’d lost.

It was a little while later when the Colombian insisted that she be allowed to get up. She was exhausted… But all she had was stitches… Her enhanced hearing was picking up snippets of conversations from all over the Infirmary that told her not everyone had been so lucky.

Some team leader she was…A horde of new Alpha’s—And half of them were probably dead… Or would request an immediate transfer because her poor leadership had gotten them killed.

Dressed in a clean white tank and a pair of grey drawstring sweatpants that someone else had put on for her—Considering her own clothing had been torn and bloody… They’d likely just tossed it. She passed by one ICU area, recognizing the name of one of her newest Alpha’s… Aurelie… She was terribly injured, or else Warren wouldn’t look so…Mature. Adult.

There were doctors and nurses that worked in the clinic beneath the school running around like crazy.

Not wanting to interrupt her treatment or anyone elses, Bella continued down the hall looking for the rest of her team members. Her auburn hair was pulled up into a high ponytail on her head, honeyed waves curling about her shoulders. There were so many she didn’t see… Where was Leo, Reggie? She hadn’t gotten the message from Emma that those that were awake were to meet in the War Room.

She paused at Christian’s door, emerald eyes quiet as she opened it... Using her ability to silence the noise. He didn’t look like he was at deaths door now… But if he’d drained Elixir nearly in one go… He must have been shaking hands with the Reaper, and about to sign his contract.

She sighed softly…Unsure of what to say. He’d saved her life, and she just wasn't sure what to say… How to begin... And as she listened for a moment, she realized his breathing was even and deep. He seemed to be sleeping, so she held her tongue—Wrapping a bubble of quietness around herself as she wandered into the room. She took a seat by the bed and simply sat…Watching the boy rest.

She wanted to ask a million questions to the sleeping Omega…But it was all too much, too soon. And he seemed out like a light…She tried to organize her shifting memories again… But it just gave her a headache. Isabella decided to start remembering small things and work her way up…

Her emerald eyes seemed to shake, almost as if they were close to breaking…

Nothing was ever as simple as it seemed. Mystique brought back a sore spot for her…Bringing to her a rage that she’d otherwise not known. The blue woman was always trying to take things from her.

Even now… When Bella had been trying to do something good… Something to help a couple team members… The consequences were intense. How could she fix things, if she everything she did made them worse? No good deed went unpunished…For every good foot she put forward… The world shoved her back three paces… Why was it, that ever decision she made brought her team to this?

To being broken, disjointed.

Looking towards Christian her head bowed…Her poison was even spreading to the Omega’s now.

Narcissa would be sure to rub that in.

Catching the cross she wore around her neck habitually, she held it between closed hands…Eyes closing as she prayed for all of the injured. She didn’t do it often enough…Not nearly. She was a terrible example of a good Catholic… But she hoped, that if anyone was listening…They would take pity on the suffering around her.

The pain, she felt responsible for.

Perhaps the X-Men were wrong. If this was the result of standing up for their beliefs… What was the point?

Even in the downpour, Scott's visor glimmered with a red light as a grim, but almost smug smirk touched his lips. No matter how the Headmaster looked at the situation – it wasn't ideal. But it would have to do.“We have, what you might call leverage, Magneto.” He stated simply in his commanding voice, expecting that the magnetic field manipulator was paying attention.

After all, he had every reason to. “Your offspring for Senator Kelly and those you’ve taken prisoner with him.”

The senator in question, curled his lip into a sneer as he glowered at the X-men. For now, he said nothing, but watched as they tried to bargain like he was chip in a poker game. The building anger in his chest caused his nostrils to flare in a hot snort though, his coal eyes blazing with how much he detested the company he was keeping. Really, they all needed to be...exterminated.

Scott Summers ignored the man's expression, his gaze too focused on Magneto to take too much of the minor details about the Senator's happiness into consideration. The boy scout in him wouldn't allow him to say that it was exactly an even trade – the X-men would take the loss. But keeping the human safe was paramount. No matter what…They would have to relinquish the two fugitives for the safety of the public official.

Magneto floated several feet from the ground, arms crossed over his armored chest. His expression was none too kind, eyes dark and shadowed beneath the helmet that protected him from telepathic intrusion…”Yes, that is indeed what I offered. My children for this bigoted waste of space and his conspirators.”

“Though…If you simply tried to see my side of things…This would be much easier. I can protect you… All of you, like the X-Men cannot. The Brotherhood will defend you, to the death. This is a War, children…Don’t you want to be on the winning side?”, If the Master of Magnetism wanted… He was quite sure he could kill those that opposed him, including the X-Men. But they were Charles’ Children…His favored ones. And for that, he wished to spare them…Unless they kept getting in his way. He’d offered them a place by his side when the War spilled into their deliciously unprotected school. They were strong… And he had many uses for strong, viable warriors. Charles Xavier always claimed he wasn’t creating an army… But looking at the youth before him… He knew differently.

Rolling his eyes heavenward in disgust with the boy scout attitude of Cyclops, he raised his hand and the round cage rose from the ground—Floating over to the X-men. He let it drop none to gently, and some of the men in the cage cried out in pain. They were a tangle of limbs… Bodies broken from being treated like the rats they were. Magneto scornfully left them in the cage. The deal was to relinquish them to the X-Men…Not to make it easy for them. “Now… Return what belongs to me.”

“I could just take them from you. It would be…So easy. Like taking a sweet from a babe. But I give you this opportunity… Join me. Join my Brotherhood…Join my family, and know what it’s like not to fear the humans. The next time we meet… You can inform me of your decisions. And we will meet again.”

“But as entertaining as it is to play diplomat with you X-Men… I’ve an appointment to keep.”, His hand raised again, and metal from signs and street poles reshaped themselves into long oval disks. They floated to the X-Men…Makeshift stretchers. They bowed inward slightly to be able to hold their cargo.

The terse line of his mouth thinned in correlation to his eyebrow climbing his forehead when Magneto started to speak…He’d always had a smooth tongue, and a way of saying things that made others want to follow him. It certainly didn’t help that he was powerful enough to try and ensure most of what he promised…Still, he was unsettled with relinquishing the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver… Making deals with criminals wasn't at all something he agreed to, but with no other viable option, he sighed, resolved to carry out the agreement. Scott nodded just once as they started. “We’ve heard enough. So be it then.”

He nodded his head at the Omega’s holding onto Pietro and Wanda, gesturing towards the metal makeshift stretchers.

Senator Kelly' evinced his displeasure by the tight line of his mouth as he listened less than avidly to them making their bargains, and snorted when the hovering man spoke of him. "I'll have you burned! Hanged! Decimated in whatever means possible!" He cried out with pure, unadulterated hatred that he felt for the mutant-kind. The loathing he felt dripped from his voice like water out of a faucet, unchanging with the direction it'd go.

His fists clenched in anger as he was handed over to the X-men; almost immediately, he began to shake... the tremors of which didn't reach his words. “You're no better than they are! Monsters! All of you!” He preached, his fury ripping through the air. “Unnatural freaks! Look what mayhem you've caused! Nothing but trouble!” And so his ranting went. Somehow, he was braver about speaking his mind when in the hands of the X-men, even if they were still the same sort of the other.

Had anyone been able to note the exasperated eye roll that Scott did, they might have realized that his patience was wearing thin for the man they'd just saved. The leader of the X-Men normally might have been able to contain himself, but injured and exhausted was another story. “You'd think, one day you would learn to respect those that risk their necks to help get you out of a bind.” He muttered, knowing well that things wouldn't change.

“Hanged!” The Senator repeated through gritted teeth. “Burned at the stake!” An archaic ritual to be sure, but most assuredly appropriate.

Magneto laughed as he withdrew—Floating backwards, towards the sky with only his children in tow. If the X-Men checked the wreckage for Avalanche later… They would find him missing. "Be sure to watch the news X-Men...You might find it interesting. Oh...And I would...Avoid the shopping center, for the next decade or two."

“Coward!” Scott hollered over the belligerent man...Not a hundred percent what he was talking about. But the cryptic statement annoyed the X-Men leader further. “This isn't over, Magneto.”

No... he knew well... that this was only the beginning.

Waiting until Magneto was out of sight, he gaze turned to Solaris and then Storm respectively. Cissa could burn through the bars. "Get them out of the cage... Storm, call for evac."

"We're going home."

His eyes stared at the ceiling as the hottest member on the X-men's bum was on the benches in the lounge; his feet hovering over his sandals and a bottle of water occupying his right hand. His other two partners in crime from the mall were right beside him, munching on a club sandwich. In Dimitri's eyes they were likely worn out and hungry when they arrived here and thought that the lounge was a nice place to relax at. Just until he could figure out how he could send them back to their guardian. He assured them that they were safe back at his "mansion", Bianca was ok and that after they were finished they could start the search for their way back home. Plus he was a bit thirsty himself; due to him being out of most of the action, he was one of the few that was still at 100 percent. The Playboy bragged/lied to the kids about what he owned, such as his own swimming pool, art studio, everything to keep them in high spirits and to get their mind away from what just happened. It sucked, but it worked. His bragging came to a close when he heard his future wife in the future maybe told him to head to the war room. Those who were at the mall would be meeting up with him while the others who didn't do so hot would be at the infirmary.

"Bianca, don't be at the infirmary if I check there." he spoke mentally.

He hoped that the infirmary had almost noone checking. It made sense for Bella but otherwise, he wanted nobody to be there. "I'll be right back, me and my employees are going to have a meeting." he told the children before he asked whoever was working the lounge to do him a solid and watch over the kids till he came back. They didn't want him to leave but he told reminded him that they would be in good hands with the person working the lounge; that, and they could eat whatever they wanted. After that came out of his mouth the kids were ok with Dimitri heading to the War Room. Slipping back on his sandals, the Playboy headed over to the W.Room with his water bottle in hand, eyeing the bunch that were here with a smile, especially towards his partner in crime Bianca along with a checklist in his head that werent.

"Yeah...I'm still alive...sorry." he shrugged with a joking smile on his face before standing inside of the War Room, near the entrance, waiting to hear why they were brought here. It turned out that whoever set that bomb in the mall Dimitri was mad about missing on had a fetish and made another one. Or at least that was what it sounded like. In reality it was a rumbling under the ground. "Did Tara get a lil too excited?" he wondered. He knew she wasn't the cause. It was a joke that stayed in his head, since she didn't look like she was in the mood to speak. At least she looked good doing it. Other than that piece of information, things still weren't clear; the hottest member on the X-Men since Apple pie with hot sauce did not have a clue as to why today went down like it did. But the gravity of the situation increased when the word radiation was brought into the mix. Radiation... All because Dimitri's roomate, as marvelous as his background was, couldn't take a stroll in the mall? Even though Dimitri was certain that he was okay with radiation levels they all had to undergo the testing before they were cleared. Dimitri was just glad that he, along with the others were safe.

"Love you too Miss Frost." he shot back with a grin towards her demanding tone. No disrespect of course. "As long as they don't make me turn my head when i cough. Never know what they might be planning down there." he warned, making an attempt to light up the mood.

Omega, Location: Courtyard
The deal is made.

Roland held The Scarlet Witch across his shoulders, ready to snap her like a twig if negotiations went south. Considering these were the children of Magneto, the premiere "Boogeyman" of mutant terrorism, this was very unlikely. Despite this man's reputation, no father would ever truly let his children be captured like this. He hadn't exactly had what could be called a true father, but he knew well enough how one should act. And if this man was any good at being a parent as he was being a human-hating terrorist, he would without question give in to their demands.

Besides, Roland wanted to get rid of her. Having her within his reach to kill became far more tempting with each passing second. Roland was a killer, that went without saying, but at least he had the nerve to look them in the eye. She killed dozens without batting an eyelash. And these were, relatively speaking, decent people. True they were pointing guns at her, but they were reacting to the grand display of destruction Magneto and his lackeys caused. These people were still people, and they didn't deserve to die like that. No one did.

Though to argue that Magneto was wrong, to say that a war wasn't coming was to be living a fantasy. He was right, war was coming. Human's fear of mutants was reaching a boiling point, and it would explode soon enough. This whole situation was a powder keg, and Magneto is waiting for the match to be lit. Though with his words, he didn't agree with his ideals. Sure, he believed in protecting his kind, seeing that mutants were not exterminated but at what cost? How many people would die to serve that purpose? Murder to prevent murder did not make that much sense in his head. What Magneto would eventually become, or perhaps he had already reached that point, was the very same person Senator Kelly was: a genocidal, bigoted fool who would watch the world burn in order to see his ends reached.

Cyclops finally got a deal to go through. His children for the Senator and his other prisoners. He gestured to himself and Dart to release their hostages. He watched as Dart placed Quicksilver in a makeshift stretcher, and Roland followed suit. As he walked over, he gently moved the Scarlet Witch off his shoulders carrying her in his arms. He gingerly lay her within the stretcher, easing her head softly in. Despite his hatred of her for what she'd done, he did not want to give in to his urges. He'd been working too hard with Dr. Grey to mess this up. As he walked away, he heard the cage holding the Senator land with a thud. He kind of had to chuckle a bit, he had hoped but did not expect the level of treatment we gave to his children for these people. And hearing Kelly's ranting and raving didn't do much to stifle his humorous mood. He didn't like this, he didn't like him frankly, but he had to admit listening to him go off like that was hysterical. A man of power like him, throwing a tantrum like a child.

He'd heard the orders to get transport and that they were leaving, Roland simply stood there and waited until a direct order was given to him. He'd be happy to check on the injured in the cage, but that was likely not going to happen. With that man yelling, he'd probably go deaf.

The hydra agent before him really was stuck on the old him. Really did she think the old him would of given her any help? No if he was his old self the moment he even caught the scent of Madame Hydra on her she would of been dead. The old him wouldn't of given her a chance to speak. Nope he would of just killed her and went on his way. Hell she wouldn't of even found him if he was the old him. How could she of he wouldn't of stayed in the same place long. He was trained to leave no trail no trace. The only reason Hydra found him when they did was a run in with a certain villain by the name of Nathanial Essex aka Mr. Sinister. And by the sheer bad luck the man happened to know of Gideon and his connection to Hydra as the lost experiment.

She liked teasing him it could be a defensive thing for her similar to the way he sees Cissa's ill attitude. Cissa could be very different when not around others and she let the walls down.

He didn't say a word as she mentioned not bringing Hydra tech along with not stealing things. That was hard to believe, as on missions if she was sent on any one or more would of had a retrieval aspect to it. And if Hydra wanted something it wasn't something that was theirs in the first place. But bringing that up would be tedious and pointless so he didn't.

There she was bringing up the old him again. Really she really must not of read his files that well then. "I still send people running. I don't have to be the same emotionless weapon they tried to make me. If I were you wouldn't of gotten any where near me. Especially after saying my old name like you did earlier during the riot." He shook his head. The Contessa really did a number on this one. Granted he wasn't any better and when he went to Xavier's it was mostly to see the one that he was created from. He knew if that man could find a place for himself there was a small chance for himself. "What is freedom to you then? Really I would like to know."

"You can't accept that really?" Gideon didn't get this girl. Here she came looking for him to get answers. Now she was refusing to accept the answers she was given. "It doesn't matter to me if you accept it or not. Things are how they are. And if you think I am just a puppet on a string for them to make dance........You haven't read my file that closely." If she had she wouldn't of thought that. Gideon's mind wasn't an easy one for a telepath to gain access too, especially if he didn't want them to. Which 99.99% of the time he doesn't want them to. To control him it would take a good amount of effort and concentration to be maintained.

That was when she took off. Something Gideon wasn't about to let her do. He watched as she dodged his first volley only to fly into his second. There wasn't anytime wasted as Gideon moved toward the Hydra agent, well as she claimed former agent. As he was reaching down for her to pull her up and just toss her over his shoulder as she wanted, beeping caught his attention.

Gideon didn't need to ask who she meant by they. Nope only one group would be after her. More of Hydra was here. "Great just ******** great." Gideon said as he watched her attempt to get up unsuccessfully. Now it was time for Gideon to give her the benefit of the doubt. He picked her up uncaring of the wounds she had. She was under the Madame Hydra she had to of had worse done to her. Besides just because she was getting the benefit of the doubt didn't mean he had to be overly nice about it.

With her slung over his shoulder it was a simple thing getting to his car. Laying her in the backseat Gideon got in. The engine of the old mustang roared to life with a simple turn of the key. Peeling out of his parking space Gideon raced around the outside of the mall. Given the direction she attempted to flee he figured out where her bike was. Made all the easier by the agents of hydra being around it. Though it was odd none were heading inside they knew something.

No time to think about that he saw one Agent walking with saddle bags over his shoulder that had to be from Kat's bike. It was then he realized he still didn't know her name. Gunning the engine he floored it heading directly for the hydra goons. Opening the door with his left hand holding it just barely open while steering with his right. Caught unaware many dove out of the way including the one with the saddle bags who simply dropped them in his desperate move to get out of the way. Pushing the door open Gideon leaned over reaching out the open door scooping the saddle bags off the ground. Tossing them into the passenger seat he pulled his door closed.

Gideon turned the car sharply putting the remaining vehicles as well as the large Hydra transport between them. Using it all as shielding from the gun fire from the recovered hydra goons. As he guessed all were outside the vehicle. Wasting no more time they were out on the rode. Even if they chased him he had enough of a lead and knowledge of the area to get away. That's when he felt it. Something wasn't right his body was fighting something. It wasn't something he was injected with or anything. It took a second then he remembered the feeling. Magneto used a dirty tactic he released something heavily radio active. It couldn't of been from the bomb that Aurelie and the others dealt with. No he would of noticed sooner. Sure it wasn't something fatal to him and he was there longer then the others. Hydra had dosed him before with high levels of radiation enough to kill one not like him a few times over. It really wasn't pleasant.

When he got back to the mansion he was on his comm before the gate opened. Using an open comm on the senior xmen's frequency. "Someone might want to bring a couple radiation suits out front. It appears something dirty was used at the mall since my body is reacting and fighting it off. Oh and I have guest that might need treatment for injuries as well as for low level radiation sickness. And having a telepath scan her mind and putting a power restraint on her wouldn't be a bad idea either." Gideon said without getting out of his car. It was times like these he wished they set up to drive right to the lower levels so he could of at least been underground further away from the general populace of the school. Given the day they have had one of the senior staff would hear their comm and bring the requested items. He didn't know exactly how much radiation he was dosed with so he didn't want to get any of the others sick because of it by just walking through.

Orchid did not bother giving the metal-coated berserker a response because, frankly, he wasn’t worth the time added attention she’d be giving him. If he did not understand the things that the idea of teamwork entailed, such as being there to assist your partner if they need help in a situation they would otherwise not be able to get through, then he had more problems in the near future. Unlike the cannon fodder’s mutant gift, her power offered no advantages against such opponents as the giant metal constructs the Scarlet Witch had summoned against them. Simply put, she could not do anything but evade, and one wrong move and she would no longer have been here to bicker with those below herself. Her attempting to fight the beast with her own power would have been the equivalent of a normal person whipping their hair into a car door. Her hair was an extra set of (possibly infinite) limbs, but none of them would have any special strength to aid in such a battle; she was many things, but not the Inhuman Medusa.

Upon taking the Witch down, it was not long before her luck so far had caught up with her. Before she could even know what was going on, she suddenly felt the full force of a truck slam against her ribcage not once, but twice. She did not even have a chance to see the unknown assailant fall before she was sent flying backward several feet. In a bout of typical quick thinking, she was able to cushion her fall only very slightly by wrapping herself in what appeared to be a very thing cocoon of her own hair, but it was not much more helpful than had she been completely nude. The strike was strong enough to send her rolling on her side several times as she landed on the ground, stopping face down on the hard wet concrete.

She raised her head with a painful wince, shrinking her hair back to the form it was in before subconsciously. She raised herself up with her arms, the entire time fighting off an immense pain from where she was hit. She did not know the full extent of her injuries, but she surmised from the trouble her body gave her when she so much as breathed that at the very least a few ribs had been cracked or even broken. To add to that she had many scratches and cuts spread throughout her body wherever her skin was exposed, but those were mostly superficial; nothing a mutant healer could not cure in a matter of minutes. Frankly, she was more upset about the many tears her uniform had sustained in her tumble, conveniently not in any areas that would have gotten her in trouble for indecent exposure, not that any cops in the area were breathing to give her such grief.

She mentally shrugged. If anything, this just gave her an excuse to work on a brand new costume, and that was always fun. Still, she rather liked this one, such a shame to have to throw it away so soon. She’d have to revisit the design at some point.

She held onto her sides tightly as she slowly made her way toward where the group seemed to be gathering. She took note of the downed Quicksilver being held down by the resident speedster, suddenly understanding what had happened. The rat b*****d hit her at top speed, likely in retaliation for knocking his sister unconscious. It was a shame to see that Narcissa was simply going to let him live, but for the moment there was nothing she could do about it. Instead she just gave the downed speedster a look of utter disgust, then proceeded to spit near his lying form in contempt. She then proceeded toward the others, standing with the group that seemed to double in size.

Orchid was only half-listening when the Master of Magnetism made himself known, as for the moment she was much too preoccupied with her injuries to care about the conversation between the Brotherhood leader and Cyclops. Frankly, she did not have to hear the mutant terrorist’s speech. She’d chosen long ago what side she was on regarding the human/mutant war that had been brewing for God knows how long. Humans simply were not worth the air they breathed, and needed to get out of the way so the evolved could rule the world in relative peace; the cattle should behave as such. For the moment, she was not with the Brotherhood because the X-Men had something she wanted, something she could not obtain from Magneto or his ilk. But the moment she had that thing, she would have no problem joining the mutant supremacist group or even snapping the necks of any X-Men that got in her way. But for now she’d be the tame little X-woman they expected her to be.

Though at the moment, all she wanted to do was curl up in a bed doped up on near-lethal amounts of morphine. It was getting harder and harder to breath by the minute. Her frustration only grew with the ungrateful p***k of a senator shouting out toward the group of mutants, the one that just saved his worthless pathetic life no less, as Magneto left with his children. ”I think that would be best,” she groaned through gritted teeth in response to Cyclops’ suggestion that they were going home, in a mixture of both agony and annoyance. She nodded her head in Senator Kelly’s direction. ”Otherwise-“ she paused for a moment to catch her breath. ”I’ll end up snapping the worthless piece of s**t’s neck myself.” Her words likely would not be appreciated, but frankly she did not care. She was in bad shape, and looked as if she’d pass out any second now.