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Shortly after Zion and her two new friends had settled down inthe house, a black Nissan Skyline pulled into the driveway, and around back, blasting music loud enough to be heard inside the house as it did, as it turned off, you could hear the last few verses off the song:

We all feed, on tragedy;
like blood to vampires....

Vicariously I!...
Live while the whole world dies!..
Much better you then I.

Followed by a pounding of drums to finish as the car's engine shut down and a older teen female got out, she looked like she could be somewere between 19 and 21. She had on black jeans and a black turtleneck, as well as black shades, three silver stud earings on one ear and a skeletal dragon head earing on the other. She had very short, light brown hair and a slender body.

The dark tone of the music matched her equally dark persona and as she took off her shades and slammed the door behind her, the dark rings under her eyes. She folded up the shades and hung them from the neck of her shirt and glared at the house with her storm blue eyes, as if she already new that she was about to be severly pissed off.

She entered the house and closed her eyes, took in a deep breath and let her mind spread out into the familiar wooden, mortar and plaster frame she had learned to thin of as home. The first few times it had been hard spreading her conciousness out into the house, but now the dead wood and other materials welcomed her home like an old friend.

She did this whenever she was inthe house, she was effectively the first line alarm system for what went on in and to the house while she was there, which since she was at college instead of highschool, was much more often than the others. Which is why what she sensed now alarmed her. There were three teens in the house already, one she recognized as she saw through the walls as Zion, but the other two were strangers.

"Damnit Zion!" Tara yelled as she headed for the stairs. She also force the door of the room the three were in to take the shape of her face on it as 'she' glared at Zion and the wood moved with her real face, "What's wrong with you? For starters, bringing outsiders to the safehouse without clearing them? are you insane? Secondly, why are you home right now? You want truancy officers to show up here? That's the last damn thing we need. My guess is you and two here showed off in the damn school didn't you? You want the cops up our a** as well? It's one thing to not be afriad of the humans and not let them push you around, but the love of God, show some restraint, we don't need a F*ing Monster of Frankenstien mob outside our front door!"

With that, the wood onthe door stopped spotting angry words and fell back to a flat surface. There was only the sound of someone pounding down the hall. Seconds later, Tara swung open the doorand glared at the three in the room, daring the two strangers to speak, while also giving off the vibe that she would smack them if they did. "So did I get the jist of it?" She said darkly with a huff and almost slitted eyes, "Or would you like to enlighten me?"



Cassandra dived out to catch a streaking football, nabbing it out of the air and rolling along the ground before tursting her arm in the air to show she caught it, beeming a smile. She had been playing a game of pick up with a random group of people, a stray jock amoung them. Her torn and pacthed jeans had multiple grass stains and dirt smuges from not only today, but many other days. Her shirt would also have visible stains were it not so deep a red.

Not that she really cared, that tended to happen when one was what you might call a tomboy, hence the football playing in the first place. Some of the watching 'popular' girls looked on with disapproval, but then again, they were probably about to go be balemic in a few minutes to keep those disirable figures, where as Cassy simply played a little pick up football. So really, they could disapprove all they wanted, she really didn't care, in fact, she snicker at them more often than not.

Not to say Cassy did not have looks, in fact, she was quite soft on the eyes, with the occasional sweaty dirt smear once in awhile right after a particularly rough game.

Cassy heard the bell and brushed off her shirt and pants as she said her good buys, most ofthe people there were regulars, so she new them and vice-versa. Most of them also had the later lunch period, so they had joind later than her, and would stay playing for at least another 15 minutes. She picked up her waist pack and lung it over her shoulder, the army green satchle bouncing at her side as she hurried through the halls.

She remembered only last week when a sullen looking older girl had been watching her play and as she passed her that day, had asked, "You think their so accepting of you because they don't care if you act like a boy sometimes? If they knew you were a mutant, do you really think they would still be so friendly?"

Cassy had shaken off the comment then, but it was starting to get to her. The girl had been right, the attitude towards mutants here was not a very high one in general. But she had talked to Professors Xavier, Oro and Logan about it, and had reassuredher that with time she would be able to tell more people, and they would eventually accepted it, but that she had to be patient.

Unfortunately she had no more timeto think about it, for she reached the freshman english 9 class and walked in, only 5 mintues ahead ofthe bell, sitting down in the first isle, about half way back...

You want the cops up our a** as well?

"thay might fit up yours" darius said sarcasticly geting back for suddenly yelling at him and kidd. he did not like people come in even if they lived here and yell at him for something. he wouldn't be as mad if she hadn't included kidd and zion.

Zion stood as soon as the door burst open, she had payed no attention to the girl when she was just a face on the door but now she had bust open her door. She sent a silencing glance at Darius then turned her attention back to Tara.

"Listen up sweetheart, I'll have whomever I want in here. The bloody school won't be sending any truency officers because as of today we were most definatly kicked out. Also we didn't show off. A couple of idiotic assholes chose to start a fight with us and as much control as I tried to show I couldn't bloody stop those damned flames." Zion snarled at the girl. She took a step closer, getting in Tara's face almost. "Now do you mind not acting like the bloody house mommy and let me be or atleast calm the hell down alot."

Zion crossed her arms infront of her chest and arched an eyebrow at the girl. Did this girl actually believe that she had purposly caused the flames and intentionally got them kicked out. She gave a small snort and awaited Tara's reply.

Her left eye twitched slightly. She hated being called girly let alone being treated like one of these kids. Her fist balled up next to her side she kept her mouth shut the whole time but when Tara left she slammed her bedroom door which immediatly went up in flames and was burnt into nothing but ashes. "********!" She yelled.

Throwing on her leather trench she looked at Darius and Kidd. "Lets just go chill at the Gut Bomb you guys."

"I saw that!" Tara yelled through the door, "beat I kid before I do something I'll not regret!"

Meanwhile, back at Bayville High...

Thunk. That was the sound of Raze's head hitting his book. Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was just bad luck, but he always seemed to end up with the most boring teachers in existence. He shook his head out to try and wake himself up, but it did little good.

Just a little longer. Then you can go and pump yourself full of artificial sugar, he told himself. He grimaced, and then reached around to scratch at a couple of spots on his back. They'd been itching all day, like he had bug bites there or something. Whatever... I'll put some antihystamine on it later, he thought.

At least, that's what he thought until the two spots became excruciatingly painful. He could feel somthing trying to push out from below his skin. Trying to think clearly through the pain, he raised his hand, and asked to get a drink of water.

As fast as he could, he ran to the washroom, where he removed his shirt and examined the two spots in the mirror. Two large bulges had formed under the skin, and were swelling by the second. "No! This can't happen now!"

Unfortunately, his words were in vain, as the first jets of flame burst from his skin, sending tiny rivulets of blood streaming from the wounds. The bulges shrank as the fire spewed from them, formless at first, but quickly coalescing into the shape of wings. "Not again!!" he growled through clenched teeth. He screamed as the pain became unbearable, and collapsed to the ground, the wings wrapped around him.

Rogue, due to some mixup with her teacher's dentist appointment, was not in class right now. Because of the mixup, the teacher was not here, and the school couldn't get a substitute on such short notice. So, much to their chagrin, they were forced to give the kids a free period.

Which was fortunate for Raze, as Rogue was on his way to the bathroom when she heard the scream. She ran into the bathroom to find Raze unconcious on the floor, with his new wings wrapped around him. Then, as suddenly as they appeared, they withdrew into his skin, and were gone. His eyes fluttered open, and he saw Rogue standing there, looking rather concerned. "What happened?" he asked groggily, getting to his feet. "I don't know, I just found you here unconcious, and you had wings," Rogue replied.

"I what?"

"Wings. Big, fiery wings. Aw, jeese! You're bleeding, look!" she exclaimed, pointing at the thin trails of blood down Raze's back. "Come on, we have to get you cleaned up," she added, grabbing a paper towel and helping him wash the blood off. "Here, your shirt," she said, handing him his garment, and he quickly pulled it back on.

Thump thump. Thump thump. "Dammit, someone's coming," Rogue said, glancing down the hallway. Raze looked around for an exit, and finding none, did the first thing that came to mind, which led to something extremely strange. The first thing was that Raze grabbed Rogue, and kissed her, giving the impression to whoever was walking down the hall towards them that they were a couple. The person walking by stopped for a moment, rolled her eyes, muttered "Teenagers," and continued walking.

The two of them parted, both blushing and trying to avoid each other's gaze. Of course, this only lasted for a second, as they both realized that Raze had not been severely drained by this contact. Anyone else who touched Rogue like that would have been unconcious on the floor within seconds because of her powers. But here, Raze was still standing, and was barely phased.

"Okay, that doesn't usually happen," Raze said, still blushing slightly, but looking more perplexed than anything.

"What, you kissing me, or you not ending up unconcious because of it?" Rogue replied.

"Both."

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Elsewhere...

"Alright, teams switch!" called the gym teacher, as the round of dodgeball came to a close. Morgan got up from the bench, and walked out onto to court with the rest of his team. If there was one sport that he loved, it was dodgeball.

"Aaaaand... Begin!" the teacher said, blowing his whistle. The two teams rushed towards the center of the court, attempting to snatch the balls for themselve. There was a flurry of tosses, and about three or four members on each side walked from the court. That usually happened at the onset. Then, the real game began.

Morgan was one of those people who seemed to be able to hide in plain sight, and the other team only noticed him when the rest of their opponents were dispatched. They smirked, thinking that they had already won. After all, Morgan was just one person.

A volley of rubber balls was launched towards Morgan, who ducked, slid, and weaved his way past the onslaught of elastic spheres. Flicking a ball straight upwith his foot, he snatched it out of midair, and sent it soaring with deadly accuracy towards one of the other team. It hit him square in the chest, knocking him over.

"Come on! Stop trying to hit me and hit me!" Morgan called out, trying to goad the other team into attacking. It worked, and they all launched their respective dodgeballs at him. Morgan caught two of them, and would have missed the third, had he not been thinking quickly. He tossed one of the balls straight up, caught the one headed towards him, threw both balls at the other team, and then caught and launched the one he'd tossed into the air. All three shots hit, ending the round, and leaving the other team slackjawed.

"You play well, Mr. Onasi," the gym teacher said, patting Morgan on the back. "Thanks sir," he replied.

"Okay, everyone, that's all for today. It's a nice day outside, and I'm sure you'd all like a break before your next class," the teacher said, dismissing his students.

"Crap!" Cassy said as she just missed the bus back to the school for the gifted. She had had to stop at the ladies room and anwser nature's call, causing her to be late.

Cassy sighed as she looked around and began walking down the street until she found a cranny where no one could see her.

"And now for the best part of powers, I don't care what anyone else says," Cassy said to herself as a grin spread across her face. She felt the power build in her body and especially her feet. She crouched and then made a leaping motion, except instead of just jumping, she shot into the air and took flight, a fading trail of red energy emitting from her feet and back stretched arms.

She let off a bright halo shaped glare around her head so that if anyone looked right at her, it be like looking at a very bright light. She had been taught to be careful about day flying by Professor Oro, one can't let themselves be seen by just anyone.

She spotted the bus from the air and went into a dive, leveling out right next to the bus's window level. She knew that the only kids that were on the bus were mutants returning to their home, Xavier's school. So she let the glare around her head drop on the side of the bus. She smiled at those on the bus and waved before pulling up and taking the most direct route before she finally reached the gates of the school forthe gifted.

She buzzed and was anwsered by a gruff Logan, "Who is it?" Then he appearantly looked atthe security camera and said, "Aren't you about 5 mintues early?"

"Well, I missed the bus, and I didn't want to have to wait for someone to pick me up so I flew home."

There was a sound like an exasperated sigh before the gates opened and Logan said, "Whatever, just get in, I'm really not in the mood right now." There was the sound of flipping papers before Logan added, "Oh, and you've got a danger room session tonight with a few of your classmates, so get ready or whatever it is you do.

Tara had breezed through her calculous, enginereering, anthropology and other science and math classes' respective homeworks. She had struggled through, but finally finished her English paper and Psycology report.

"Bloody liberal arts requirements," She sighed as she put all her work on a flash drive and stored it in a slot on the let of her intergration suit she was now souly wearing. She waswearing only the basic part of the suit, so it was much like a wet suit in appearance. There were other parts like the backpack that she left off, as it merely applified the protections the suit gave her not yet safe inner mechanical parts from the outside world. In her current state, if she had no suit, the metal detectors at the college would go off when she walked through them, not to mention with the magnents inmany ofher classes, her head would be split with migrians. The suit kept all that seperate from her body, the other parts only made it do so better, which is why they were simply from battle situations.

Tara had picked up her bass guitar and turned off her music, sturmming for at least 20 mintues before hitting a mental block, notbeing able to remeber any more of what she was playing. She sat for another 5 mintues before realizing something. The fight had thrown her off it, but she had a test at the dojo this night. She was attempting to gain the rank of 6th dan (rokudan) in Aikido. And she only had 20 mintues to make a 30 mintue trip. Her sensei, no matter how impressed by her skill in Aikido and many other martial arts, had little to zero tolerance for tardiness.

"Damnit!" Tara yelled as she punched the wall, breaking through it with relative ease,the wood not able to pierce her suit. Still, now there was a hole in the wall of her room. Tara sighed as she willed the dead wood and plaster materials to reconstruct themselves, fibers retying themselves to one another.

Tara had little to no time to waste, so she threw on something, grabbed her akkido uniformand rushed out toher car. She started it and tore out of the driveway, already speeding. "About time forthe school to begetting out," She though to herself, "The other's will be getting home soon."

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