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Omega: Kitchen - It's just like playing dodgeball... With the Sun.

The name Aren called her… She wasn’t sure what it meant. His tone hadn’t sounded…Offensive, when it was spoken. So she chose for the moment to take it as a pet name… Aapinákosi. Nevertheless her grip never wavered on the soft neck of the interloper. Narcissa felt…Fiercely protective of her new Omega. He amused her, if nothing else… And he was right. He would look good in leather.

Narcissa stared at the girl, cold eyes calculating… If this little girl really was Mystique in disguise, she would have her head roasted on a silver platter. Unbelieving of her lie about…Subconsciously taking the forms of others, she still held her grip. And then somehow, as if gifted by winged shoes—Or bloody ******** Jesus the girl twisted out of her grasp. The blast that left her hand tore straight through the wall like a knife through butter—Burning clear through to incinerate a decent sized hole into the grass. It smoldered as she whirled around, blonde hair turning completely white—A halo about her head.

There hadn’t been any indecision at all on her face—Any thought, or emotion when Gideon’s voice came through the comm. So she wasn’t sure what made the girl decide to take a chance… It was also strange that the girl was somehow more skilled than she was. Narcissa had trained for years under the Institutes insistence… It made her wonder what kind of life this girl had lead.

Jacen reacted almost as quickly as she did... That filled her with pride. He was right... It was... Strange, that some 'stranger' would come and... Deliberately try and get herself killed. Maybe she had a death wish... It was entertain that she offered death and wanted her name at the same time... Funny, that was.

Yet it wasn’t the little shape shifters smart a** remarks that caused the calm damn to break within her as light and heat cycled through Narcissa at an accelerated rate, burning the KILLJOY out of her for the moment as her anger rose—It was the gun Blair held pointed at Aren. It was that she hurt him, kicked him—Pulled his hair. He was new… He was new, just a baby, in her eyes—As far as field experience went.

And he was hers.

There was nothing cool about Narcissa except her seemingly hollow white gaze—Heat now palpable coming from her. There was no hiding that… Like a growing inferno in the middle of the room. The linoleum started to blacken and peel away from her, spiders seeming to whistle and scream as those closest to her…Boiled inside their exoskeletons. Oxygen in the room thinning. The others in the room would feel it as if they were standing just slightly to close to a radiator... Uncomfortable, but not lethal. There was no madness about her…Only coldness…

“If you’re going to shoot—You had better shoot me first. And pray you’re a good shot…Because I won’t just kill you, Sweetie.”, the sun goddess mocked as she snapped at the girl—Watching as she shifted out of Shandra’s form. That was good. It made it easier. If a body was going to be found—She would rather that whatever was left of it didn’t look like Shandra. Narcissa might have believed that she was there to help…But not now. Not with the gun. “You can’t imagine… How long one can stay alive, so long as the wounds are cauterized...”

Having recently spent quite a few weeks being tortured… She had a good, great idea, of how that worked. How to make someone wish they were dead.

“It’s also just fine if threats don’t bode well with you— Think of it as sweet nothings…Promises, dear. Let me make it clear… You’re in my house. If you hurt him… Any of them.”, she didn’t look up, adding her words as yet another Omega recruit—She gleaned from his Slovenian accent, walked in. Already, including him as one of her own…Emma would be… Oh so glad she’d paid a little bit of attention on the plane ride over… And that she remembered tidbits about Aren and this new kid from the school.

Her voice grew soft, almost gentle... Pitying. Narcissa bent for no one... Not by threat, or bribe...No one.

“There is no where you’ll be able to hide from me, little b***h.”

She smiled at Aren then, the expression... Disturbing with her white eyes. Her free hand made an imperceptibly small motion... And she waited mere seconds, appearing to wait for Blair to let Aren go... When a blast left her hand—Bright as the others, screaming through the air. She'd never lowered her hand down in the first place— And it was aimed directly at the gun, and more importantly—Her pretty face, just behind Aren's head.

Alpha - You did say you liked things with a bite
Eli listened intently to her stories. It seemed so surreal. Sure, he himself was a mutant. But with his past and how he lived it, he didn't have much contact with anyone to be honest.

Eli's nervousness grew ten fold when she mentioned her getting vibes from him. So, the best plan of action was to ignore that statement. "Uh, uhm, well. When I was nine, my powers emerged. I was stressed out for testing, to the point where my powers manifested. I released several bursts of EMPs. Remember the black out that cleared the power of most of North Eastern America? Yeah... my bad. I don't remember anything after that. But I got these that day according to my sister." He said pulling up his shirt. Four scars from bullets, two were under his right pectoral muscle, another mid sternum and the last one just below his heart. "I was in a coma for five years, finally waking up, my sister told me everything that happened that night. My mother had gotten in the way of my father and me, he wasn't hesitant on pulling the trigger. Apparently my mom had told my dad that if he was gonna shoot me for being a mutant, shoot her too. She was a home care nurse, you know, for the people who are almost dead and stay at home with the loved ones in their final moments?" Eli asked. It made him down somewhat, thinking about this. Talking about it. He hadn't been so in depth about it. And he hadn't shown anyone other than his sister the scars before.

"But, after he shot my mom multiple times. He walked over to my unconscious body and shot me four times and left. My sister called 911 immediately after." Eli took a deep breath, it was hard talking about it all. His eyes were somewhat watery. But on the bright side, his nervous feelings were suppressed.

I spent two more years in the hospital, physical therapy and what not, regaining my physical skills. I read a lot of science books there. I caught up 5 years of school in two years. That's how much free time I had. I also relearned my powers there. I was practicing them at night when no one was around. Heh, one day the nurse walked in on me. She was a mutant too. I was relieved I wasn't the only one with powers. She told me to come to the Academy. And well, I've been here ever since I was sixteen. I promised my sister, when either A. She's 18. or B. I have a stable enough income. I'll get her out of the foster homes and she can come live with me." Finally his story was done and he blew all the air out of his lungs and let his body sink. He wasn't sure how Evelyn would react to a suddenly sinking Eli. But, when he reached the bottom, he'd push and swim his way back to the top.

Take Away the Spiders and This Would Be An Awesome Moment

It was both alien and familiar somehow. The feeling of death. Things flashing before his eyes, voices, the sound of a world you leave behind. What pissed Jack off was there was none of that white light crap people usually talked about. What was up with that? Then it came in an abrupt wave, pain... His chest, shoulders, just about everywhere. His eyes he guessed opened for a flash of red as he heaved and convulsed, expelling fluid from his mouth before he felt the pain of the back of his head come back down. Chest still heaving, still coughing.The redhead who he quickly remembered being Kerrigan was over him but it took awhile for his near death addled brain to comprehend. despite what she might be saying as he hazed there for a moment he gave a weak a smile, " I'm in too much pain to be dead, and your still wearing cloths, so this ain't a dream.... Pain and access denied.... am I in hell?".He only coughed up instead of laughed.

It didn't take long for the clicks and small pitter patter of spiders crawling to get his attention he rolled to one side with a groan and looked at where it was coming from. Geez, was dying about six times just not enough for them today? The wave of crawling creatures was converging again. Back on his back and staring at the redhead who saved him his hearing and comprehension decided to come back all at once like a slap in the face. It ruined his ogling of the the redhead's wet look. " alrigh alrigh! I'm up and alive Scarlet, thanks for that. give a guy just a min to rejoin the world..." He groaned as he heaved himself up with her spurring and minor help. She switched to more stern tones as she urged him to get up actually sounding like a sergeant telling her soldier to move. When he was on his feet he followed her. He was sore all over, but found the will to move.

" Next time, town, ice cream, condo, whatever. Let it be spider free. For the record, I enjoy the mouth to mouth when I'm conscious and well. Let's do alot of that after this.", obviously death, and still imminent death, where not enough to dissuade the giant from making light of the grim situation. He was following the red head along the shore towards the slightly far off condo, somehow less spiders as they moved half in and out of the surf. His balance was not what it should be so he stumbled now and again, but kept moving, not really needing the redhead to urge him. She had his hand and he was sure it looked as silly as it looked like they were making out, in the surf, in some cliche fashion at some point in time.

All Good Things Must End

She took back her previous irritation with not being able to kill things, and walked through the chaos of the little X-Freaks stomping around at nothing. They couldn’t see her, couldn’t touch her, couldn’t smell her—For all they knew, she wasn’t there at all. Her illusions were powerful enough to manipulate the viewer down to the smallest degree… And she’d rocked their world without breaking a sweat. Ah, such was the joy of being better, more powerful than they were.

Not to mention they were all drugged up with KILLJOY. Thank god she'd been given the vaccine...

But those were minor details. Drugged or not-- She was still the predator in this situation. They were meaningless... Just annoying little fly's on the wall.

Just a means to an end.

Pulling back from the main area when she heard gunshots, just as a blast of light came screaming out of the side of the house—It narrowly missed her. She glowered. Talk about a high risk job. Stupid brats.

But the important part was that she had the footage that she needed for her employer…Showing the little X-brats tramping around, using their powers offensively, on each other, destroying property… It all just laid credence that the ‘Xavier School for the Gifted’ was really a vigilante training base to turn mutant children into warriors.

What mother wouldn’t be afraid of these children, near adults, living in society with their precious little angels?

The boss would be pleased.

She pressed her comm and waited for Sebastian Shaw to respond… He was probably in stitches from watching the live feed. The chaperons had been…Ahem, busy, every since the KILLJOY had started to take effect. It made her job a lot easier to have Emma Frost and Scott Summers…Indisposed of. In fact, she hadn’t seen the Summers boy, or his tramp leave the guest house since taking breakfast inside.

It was fitting, somehow.

She drew her illusion back, and Lady Mastermind cracked a surreptitious grin… The spiders, their effects, and remains disappeared. Any wounds or bites any of students suffered were gone… They might remember phantom pain, because the brain held her illusions to be true—Real. Even though they were really nothing more than ghosts… No one would have seen them, not even on the recordings... Except the students.

The spiders, for all intents and purposes had never existed in the first place… The little wretches had just been attacking air.

‘You called, Reagan?’, came the stuffy male voice several moments later.

“Is that enough?”, she questioned, still walking away from the abused condo, blond hair glinting in the light.

There was silence on the other end… A crackle, and then she heard… ‘Pull out. It’s… Such good press, I doubt we’ll need any more. Radiation, self propelled bullets, healing of gory wounds, gunshots, inappropriateness, fighting… They look… Positively insane. Mastermind will remain to keep them from infecting the town… But when it wears off… Well, he’ll know... Your payment will appear in your accounts.’

“As you wish.”, Lady Mastermind replied, happy to get out of there… It was a lot of money for such a seemingly easy job. She wondered absently what the catch was…But honestly, could only see the dollar signs.

Omega: Catalina - Hey, where'd they go?

Jack coughed up the water in his lungs, giving Kerri a nice splash in the face that brought a momentary look of disgust to her features. Still, it didn't deter her from moving forwards once more, lifting his head slightly to keep the water from going right back down. She perched over him, muttering words of encouragement to get up without pushing him. He finally spoke, the redhead visibly relaxing slightly, shaking her head at him as he mentioned that she still had too many clothes on for him to be dead. There was just no pleasing him. The sounds of the spiders drawing ever closer was enough to suck her back into reality, Jack rolling over onto his side. The redhead placed a hand on him for support before throwing her fist into his bicep in a quick punch.

"That's for being an a*****e and tackling me off a cliff, then almost drowning and spitting disgusting water in my face," she said quickly, though the grin on her lips as he flopped back onto his back showed that she was far from actually upset about it. She knew that the punch might hurt a little bit, but not enough to actually do any harm. In anything, she could call it a "love tap." Or at least an "I really like you tap." Crap, was it love? God damn it all to Hell, these spiders need to go away so she could figure these things out!

The spiders were getting closer, and while she was sure that he needed a rest, the redhead just couldn't let him lay there fore much longer. There was no way she could take on the spiders by herself. Their only option was to run and hope that they were faster then the arachnids thirsting for their liquified flesh.

"Sorry, but come on Lurch, we gotta get movin'," she said with a grunt, working around him as she tried to help him to his feet. It was quite a task considering how much larger he was than her, but with his help she was able to get him standing. The p***k of fangs sinking into the back of her thigh caused her to cry out, kicking her leg out to be rid of the eight-legged nuisance. Her tone turned more stern, her focus now only on getting away from the spiders, from the danger.

"Move," she said with a slight push, taking his hand in her own to lead him in the direction she wanted to go. It was a blessing that he found the will to move on his own so she didn't have to drag him along behind her, but it was still slower than she would have liked. Her whole leg was throbbing with pain as they ran, though the adrenaline coursing through her system was enough to keep her moving for now. His words brought a smile through her focused expression, the redhead glancing back over her shoulder as she lead them close to the surf, hoping that the water would deter the spiders from following them too closely.

"Lurch, if we get through this in one piece, I'll give you all the mouth to mouth you want. Keep moving." Almost as soon as the words left her mouth, the sound of the spiders following them faded, the redhead stopping in the sand and turning to see that they were being followed by…air. Nothing but air. Looking around with a confused expression, she ran her hand back through her dripping hair, glancing at the back of her thigh to see that the wound was gone -- even the pain was starting to subside. Her green eyes turned to Jack silently searching to make sure that he was seeing, or not seeing, the same thing that she was. At the same time she was already finding herself caring less and less about what had just happened, her attention to Jack only reminding her how good he looked wet and shirtless. The confusion on her face started to fade the longer they stood there, the redhead shaking her head as if shaking off a bad thought; a bad memory.

"Hey there im the new alpha member Dimitri."

"Sup babe, im the new alpha member..wanna be my omega?"

"Dimitri Otengam at your service."

While the playboy was at the door waiting for it to be answered, he went through a list of introductions in his head to pass the time. All from sincere introductions to introductions restricted to females. As he was doing so, he noticed that he was standing at the door not too long, but longer than normal. Maybe they didn't hear him; perhaps they were all outback at the pool talking and having a good time.

There had better be a pool

He gave the door five more knocks before he looked towards the ceiling and back down to the floor, fitting the profile of being in an awkward moment. When he looked down though, that was when things suddenly began to take a wild turn.

Two spiders the size of an infant's hand was seen climbing towards Dimitri's luggage in an attempt to reach the surface of the playboy's body as if were some sort of mountain; a muscular mountain that is.

Dimitri flinched, like any other person would after seeing a spider the size of a hand and began to shake his roll-on breifcase like a maraca at taco tuesday. That was more than enough effort to cause the spiders to fall on the ground but continue their assault just before they met the sole of Dimitri's tennis shoes.

*crunch*

*crunch*

The sound certain insects made never was a sound Dimitri preferred. Why couldn't they just be like ants and die without noise to society?

"Bigger than average spiders on the vacation spot...great, because i love getting filled up with poision...soothes the muscles." Dimitri said to himself sarcastically.

Hopefully those were the last spiders that the playboy would encounter; if so than it was not enough to make this trip miserable for him. He knew female friends as well as guy friends that would already be looking for some sort of transportation out of here by the time the spiders were squished.

That was when a new face showed up right behind Dimitri, giving him a one second kind of glance telling him that the door isn't locked and went in casually.

"I knew that." Dimitri replied quickly, an attempt to not make him look like a doofus standing there with an unlocked door.

But Dimitri was just being polite; add that to him being the new guy, he wasn't so sure if that kind of entrance would put him on the good list with everybody. Not that he cared but he just didn't want to be rude. The playboy would have to remind himself to lock his doors when having a girl over if he was on the Alpha team, or part of the X-men in general.

Dimitri soon began to follow him when he heard someone yell out his name. He looked behind him and it was a small petite woman who was fighting off more spiders with..plants? If the people here had to resort to using their powers, then something had to be up. She told him that outside with the spiders was paradise compared to what was going inside. All the playboy had to do to be convinced was to open up the door just a little bit to see someone being held at gunpoint as a meat sheild, profanity and a projectile that looked like it would cook anything near it.

"Right, i was always an outdoor person anyway."

And that was the last "normal" sentence tha Dimitri would say. Oblivious to him, the atmosphere was poisoned with some sort of drug that twisted, altered and sent people's emotions for joyrides with an enormous craving for food. It had affected the entire team and it soon found a host in Dimitri when the girl came into contact. He always had a thing for the ladies, liked to have fun and stay positive but they were going to be enhanced and flipped around like a model after plastic surgery.

"Baby i'll go anywhere you WANT to take me...anywhere!" he told the girl, giving her a wink and making his pectoral muscles bounce one by one.

Then another girl called his name, but unlike Sophia, decided to be sarcastic, asking him if he had any new ideas on fixing their spider problem. Looking at her up and down he already had an idea both of them perhaps would be interested in.

"Oh heavenly blessed beauty, of course i have an idea. How about you two ladies and myself strip down and huddle up together to preserve the heat. You guys look like friends but forget it we're going do something different tonight."

Omega: Spiders everywhere... Poof!

Billy didn't really know how to help the vomitting boy Christian, but he had wished there was more he could do. He admired what he did for his friend Sophia, giving her the shirt off his back and risking more spider bites. Billy glanced over the boy dancing up and down as more crawlies attacked. But he quickly turned away notcing the florakinetic sweetheart was looking rather weak and weary from all the plant bending she was dishing out. Spiders went snap crackle and pop all over the place. Billy thought that was an awesome power to have. He loved nature and being outdoors. It was much more peaceful outside than being inside a cramped up house with bickering parents and even more fussy relatives.

Christian proposed two options: run or fight. Billy was more keen on running then fighting. He did some study about spiders and would much prefer not to die by being bollo webbed and spun up to be slowly eaten alive. But these were his new classmates, his new comrads. He could not, and would not leave them now. He was much better than that.

Billy saw a kid come up to the condo. Why wasn't he concerned about the spiders? Or even us for that matter? Sophia and Christian clearly needed help, and there wasn't much Raine or himself could do. Sophia called out to warn her friend Dimitri, but no use. He saw Sophia grow tired as if she were about to collapse on the spot. Running over to her, he picked her up by her side to keep her from harming herself. "Hey... maybe you should tone it down a notch. You don't look too good yourself, and I don't mean that rudely, cuz you're pretty and all, but you look like you need to hit the bench if ya know what I mean." Billy said to Sophia.

With Sophia in his right arm, Raine was left as their only offense. It didn't seem like a bad idea. She was clearly electrokinetic and was a human bug zapper. She could fry all these puppies up good and that'd be the end of it. But she was probably suffering from the same effects of the spider venom as Christian. Perhaps waffles don't mix too well with spider venom. Billy didn't think so. She seemed pissed at this point. Spiders in her hair, no one to rescue us, and being called Sparkles which Billy found very funny despite the importance of their situation.

"Hey you guys, maybe we should just rally the troops and get outta here. There are too many spiders and not enough of us," he suggested. He really didn't want to lose this fight, but it was really not going so well for team x-men. But just then the spiders were gone. Disappeared. Vanished. Billy didn't really know what to say or make of the situation now. "Either I spoke too soon or that was some awesome spider a** kicking!"