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Carlos eyes shifted to her lightly before going back to the tree. He then ackwardly sat up both hands to one side as he shifted his weight, He used one leg to spring up and was doing a hand stand before he fell over. He was still tired and not up for anything too demanding but he was going to do it for some faster thinking. He sat up again then looked at her.

" To fear power is to let it control you... like I'm one to talk my power being fear itself. My mother told me that anyway." He blinked as he thought it over and really couldn't. He scooted over toward the tree and leaned against it just alittle of to the side from her his head hanging low staring at the grass on the ground. " you should just forget the bad. I deal with new nightmares constantly. You let fear be the fuel for your powers then they just go wack all panic and random. Then you'll really hurt someone. if you stay calm and in controll, then you shouldn't worry about hurting them." He nodded to himself and closed his eyes. HE was dealing with that very problem now, but telling her that wasn't necissarily going to boost the confidence.

Carlos only nodded and uh humed her statement as he was becoming sheepy again. He stretched himself as he settled against the tree wondering about certain things like what class was going to be like and how they could learn to control their powers. HE tried doing something his father's former Major taught him, trying to rest without completely falling asleep. He never really got the hang of it and his mothers meditation never really worked either.

Kevin gessed he'd just have to wait and be paitent to find out where they were headed. Victoria's response wasn't very helpful, but he could wait. In his mind he couldn't wait to get to where they were going, but he was real nervous. He wanted to have fun with his new friends, and he wanted to make new friends. But what if no one where they were going liked him. The people in the Jeep with him liked him already (or at least he thought they did), but they already had one thing in common. They were all mutants. He just hoped he could make new friends.

Then Victoria told Morgan to stop the car. All he saw was some beat up house. Thrn Victoria pointed to a sign and Kevin saw where they were. Before, when they were in the kitchen, he asked about the Brothers (he didn't know what they were called exacly). And now his questions would be answered. They lived in this boarding house in Bayville. Obviously Victoria already knew about them. But now, he just wanted to know who they were. And if they ere friendly.

He decided to say something, "The Brotherhood I asked about live here? Um, are they friendly?"

Samara soon grew bored of the people in the back of the house. Walking slowly around the side, she saw strange cars pulled up front, and a few faces from the Institute. "X-Men, huh?"

She smiled as her eyes grew black, ten bodies raising from the dirt. "Now my dears, go pay them a visit." The group meandered out into the front lawn, moving towards the X-Men. Samara peeked her head out from around the side of the house.

"Oh, great. Well, they know we're here," Morgan said, peering at the mass of bodies moving towards the jeep. And then he smelled the faint aroma of death, and he realized how odd-looking the group advancing on them looked.

"Are- Are those corpses walking towards us?" he said, almost in disbelief.

"That ain't something you see every day," Raze remarked, as he too noticed the smell of decay wafting off the bodies.

"Valking corpses? You mean zombies?! Zere are zombies coming towards us?!" Kurt said, the fur on his back standing on end from the odor. While it wouldn't be that terrible to most folks, Kurt's sense of smell was rather acute, which made the smell of rot all the more powerful.

"Apparently. I wouldn't be to worried though. I actually pay attention during zombie flicks, so I know how to handle them," Morgan said, hopping out of the car. "Not very bright, zombies," he said, placing a forcefield between the zombies and the small group he was with. Zombies, not being terribly intelligent in general, would no doubt just keep stumbling into the nearly invisible wall, but otherwise not be able to do much. Or at least, that's what Morgan hoped.

While the others where distracted with Lances little out burst Toad made his way back into the house and into the so called Landry room closet. Most of the time the other members of the house would leave unwanted clothes in the closet or in some cases they would hide them. It was here that Toad would find most of his clothes, and today was no different. Reaching far into the back Toad felt round until his hand brushed ageist something that felt like pants. Pulling the cloth out he saw that they were an old pair of gold metallic disco pants. Jackpot, all the frog boy needed to do was remove the rather large spider crawling up the left leg. Carefully he pinched one of the spiders legs and brought it up to his face for closer look. It was a Wolf spider, they weren't poisonous, just big and hairy. Knowing this Toad simply popped the bug into his mouth, chewed and swallowed, the sad part was he liked it too.

After changing into the disco pants Toad strolled outside. The pants fit him almost perfectly, fitting tightly and shinning in any light. The bottoms of each leg frayed out to from bellbottoms, and the boy couldn't be happier with his find.

Still without a s**t on Mortimer had made his way to the pool deck where he broke into a random disco pose. "Check me out!" He called striking a different pose. "I'm groovy."

Samara stood aggrivated, clenching her fists. The corpses rose from the ground, their numbers doubled from before. "Get them," she mumbled, her fingers dancing.

The corpses encircled the group, attatching themselves to their prey. These weren't zombies, they didn't "suck brains". They did what their master bid them.

"I wish the others would help me out," she mumbled.