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Pricilla and Emma crouched together on the roof. Below them, Hawkshaw and Pipeline patrolled the perimiter of the house. Presumably, the Master was still in the house, taking care of last minute things. Pricilla sighed impatiently.
"Why don't you mind command them to leave?" she whispered impatiently.
"Because they have shields child. I don't want to use my power anywhere near those shields again." Emma shuddered.
"Shields? What sheilds?"
"Have you tried to use you powers at around that house?" Pricilla shook her head, and Emma continued with a slight shiver, " Around everything those Genoshan's are using is a shield that prevents a mutant from using any powers. A kind of glorified inhibitor. I tried to scan for you earlier and ended up slamming my mind into a...brick wall, is the only way to describe it. I suspect that if you had used your power, even a bit of it, you would be worse off than I was."
"But if you couldn't scan for me, how did you find me?" asked Pricilla in confusion.
"I did it the old fashioned way. I listened to them from behind a bush until they mentioned where you were being held. Not the most pleasant way to spend a night, but effective nonetheless." Emma replied quietly.
Emma brushed her finger on Pricilla's arm, and they quickly made their way down to the ground. They slipped through the shadows to the front of the building and started to walk away.
"Hello ladies, and I use the term loosley. Just where do you think your going?" a cold, accented voice asked. Emma spun around, catching Pricalla and pulling her away from the man. "Not going to speak?" he asked as he chuckled nastily "That's fine with me. Hawkshaw, Pipeline, grab them!"
When Emma and Pricilla were secured, Pricilla still struggling against Pipeline, the man gestured to them. "Why are you helping her, Ms. Frost? You dont' seem the type to help a nameless, penniless child."
"If I had a chance I wouldn't help you."
"THAT, Ms. Frost, is painfully obvious." the man said as he lit a match and held it to his cigarette.
Suddenly Emma exploded into action, kicking the man's match into his eyes as she threw Hawkshaw to the ground in a practiced move. Pricilla took advantage of Pipeline's momentary distraction, and smashed her elbow into his lungs. Emma hit him with a nearby tree branch, and he fell to the ground with a small moan. With hardly any warning, she whirled and took Hawkshaw in the chest her foot, and he fell to join his partner. To the side, the man still continued to scream, clutching his burning eye socket. The distand sound of police sirens made itself known.
The two ran away as fast as they could, until they reached an alley they could get into. They slid into the darkness and collapsed onto the ground.
"Uggh. These clothes won't need washing, they will need fumigating!" Emma said in disgust, holding her jacket out from her body. "Remind me, child, first thing we do when we get back to the school is go shopping."
"I'm not going back to your school, Emma," Pricilla said, staring at the ground.
"WHAT?! Of course you are!"
"You remember telling me about Xavier, Emma? And how I didn't know anything about him?" at Emma's nod, Pricilla went on, "Well, I want to go find more mutants, like me, who don't know what to do or where to turn. There'll always be genejokes like...them..but I can make sure that they don't hurt anyone else."
"Your serious about this, Pricilla? I cannot convince you to come back at all?" Emma asked.
"No......I won't go there." Pricilla stood up and walked further into the alley. She raised her hand, and a rainbow of multi colored lights rained down over her body, falling faster and faster until all that could be seen of Pricilla was color and light. "That dream Xavier had?" the light said, "I wish more people would pay attention to it."
With a suddeness that was devestating in it's entirety, Pricilla and her light were gone. Emma slowly stood up and looked reflexively down at her clothes. "So do I, child. So do I." And as she walked off, other words echoed in her mind from the gathering crowd down the street, words of hate ({Damn muties! Oughta kill them all....Maybe Graydon Creed has the right idea...No good, evil, bad.....}) and she couldn't help but wonder what the future would bring, to Xavier, to Pricilla, to every mutant in the world.......and she couldn't help but fear.
As she disappeared to return to her students and her school, she missed the change in the air, the change in feeling as the helicopters arrived, as the men came, as Bastion himself came out to take the situation in hand.
