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Dangerous – part 6
The Mega-Sentinel looms over the group of X-Men, standing through the orange haze, which permeates the ruins of Genosha. With its steely, malevolent gaze bearing down upon the group of mutants, it bellows: Mode: Wipeout. It then informs them that there will be a twenty-second power-up to full burn capacity. Please hold.
Wolverine glances down to Danger’s severed head and, dryly calling her “Ipod,” points out that  she’ll burn too. Smiling to herself, Danger asks in reply if he thinks this shell is all she is. She uploaded herself into her child the moment she gave it life. It will keep her safe and warm, she concludes. Though not as warm as he…
Less talk, more leaving, the Beast chimes in. When he asks about Richards’ jet, Cyclops replies that there’s no time. Raising his hand to his visor, he tells the others to get behind him. Emma, however, stops him, informing Cyclops that it won’t help… It’s designed to convert his eyebeams into more power. Cyclops is taken aback at this, beginning to ask how she knew that, but Wolverine interrupts. He tells Colossus to aim him at its guts. Piotr, however, is frozen before the Mega-Sentinel.
Reality returns to the group, with the announcement from the Mega-Sentinel that the power-up is complete. Kitty, however, merely narrows her eyes with inspiration. She extends her arms out to the others, with her eyes still affixed on the Sentinel. With authority, she tells them all to hold onto her. Everybody, now!
The world ends in fire and fury, a beam of destruction bearing down from the Mega-Sentinel, which obliterated the ruins of the city block, and proceeds to spread outward like wildfire. The task completed, the Mega-Sentinel pauses, allowing the dust and flames to clear and reveal its handiwork. However, as the smoke clears, the X-Men are revealed to it, very much alive. The are all up to their knees in rubble, but are untouched, as they are still phased by Kitty Pryde. Clearly exhausted by the task, Kitty manages to mock the engine of destruction, asking if that’s all it’s got… bub?
Undeterred, the Mega-Sentinel announces to no one in particular that the power was insufficient, and initiates its second wave. Mode: swarm.
Down below, Cyclops takes advantage of the lull between attacks and orders Hank to get the Professor to safe ground. He begins to ask Kitty how she is, but she interrupts, stating that she’s in it. Just gotta regroup. Seeing Colossus attending to her, Wolverine tells him that he’s got to pull it together and give him his good right arm. Seeing a swarm of mechanical bugs diving from the bowels of the Sentinel, Wolverine announces that it looks like rain.
Colossus moves as instructed to Wolverine’s side, even as Kitty asks Logan if he’s sure. There’s a whole city coming down on them. Yeah, Wolverine states wryly. He killed a city one time. Funny story. With seasoned practice, Colossus hurls his clawed teammate into the air in a Fastball Special. Though moving ever-upward, Wolverine manages to vivisect some of the descending mechanical bugs as he passes them.
Elsewhere, with the Professor slung over his right shoulder, the Beast leaps over the ruins of the city. He telepathically apologizes to his former mentor for the indignity, then adding that he thinks the term “safe ground” is proving to be something of an oxymoron here. Unconcerned with niceties, the Professor concentrates on the issue at hand, telling Hank that they have to stop Danger. That’s all that matters.
Still bounding, the Beast wonders to Xavier why Danger doesn’t simply bring every machine with enough capacity to life? Why all the tricks? No living being is completely rational, Xavier replies. There’s more than her programming at work. There’s hate. Xavier’s train of thought, and the duo’s very movement, is halted by the arrival of another avatar of Danger. Constructed like her previous form as a mechanical woman, this one bears butterfly like wings and is held aloft before them. Father, she begins. “Hate” is such a little word.
At the beach, the X-Men continue their fight against the mechanical swarm. As Colossus punches eliminate those attacking him, Cyclops unleashes scarlet fury at others. Still the tactician, he calls out to Emma to shore up their left flank. However, when he glances toward her, he sees her walking away, deeper into the ruined city.
Almost in a trance, Emma finds her way to an opening and descends the stops to a chamber below. Finding herself in the dark, she also finds that she is not alone, and asks the darkness-shrouded person what they are doing there. In reply, Emma is asked if she thought they would miss this? Her triumphant return? They’re so much closer now, the voice continues. Emma won’t have to put up this pathetic façade for much longer. Terse-lipped, Emma states emotionlessly that that is a relief. For all of us, dear, the voice states, as Emma leaves. For all of us.
The Beast considers his options, clutching Xavier in one hand, while using the other to stay perched on the elevated piece of rubble. Hovering a short distance before them, the Danger avatar tells Hank that he’s a brilliant creature. He must know he can’t win this.
Hardly phased, the Beast replies to Danger that she’s got her scenarios running, he’s sure. Very complex. His are simple. He’s a cat. She’s a bird. And the day he can’t out-think a computer… he might as well give up.
Without another word, the Beast drops Xavier, much to the Professor’s astonishment, and leaps to the airborne Danger avatar, ripping her mechanical form with his claws. Like his namesake, the Beast roars with animalistic fury.
Back at the beach, Cyclops, Colossus, Kitty and Wolverine continue their battle. Colossus’ steel fists, Cyclops optic blasts, Wolverine adamantium claws and Kitty’s mechanical-disrupting phased form. Not that he minds, Wolverine states, but these things are still comin’! they’re losing ground, Cyclops admits. They need to regroup!
The distraction of the announcement was almost Cyclops’ doom, as a large mechanical insect raised a fist to crush his skull. However, the diamond fist of Emma Frost was enough to lay it low. Addressing her “darling,” Emma apologizes. She had to pee.
The Danger avatar having been damaged, Hank uses his powerful legs to propel himself against her still-hovering form ground-ward. He reaches the Professor just before his impact on the ground, stopping his descent with a swing against a piece of jutting rubble. He quickly apologizes to the Professor but then adds that, when you’re surrounded by psychics, you gotta work on instinct. In one, fluid motion, Hank releases the Professor and twists in the air, kicking the descending avatar body of Danger.
Having another inspiration, Kitty runs to Piotr. She begins to inform him that she can’t maintain this much longer, to which he suggests she follow Hank out of the field, but she interrupts him. She needs a special.
Colossus is dumbstruck, but Kitty replies that she’s serious. She needs to be inside of that Sentinel. She can do a lot more damage than Logan if she phases through its circuits a couple of time. Piotr takes a moment to view the still-looming machine of mutant destruction high above and reiterates to himself: he is to throw her. She’s very light, she points out.
Destroying another insect drone with an absentminded backhand, Colossus replies that it’s too dangerous. That thing powers up, she counters, they’re flash-fried. She can’t phase them all again. There’s no choice. Stepping into Piotr’s worried gaze, Kitty promises to him she’ll come back. A few moments later, Kitty is airborne, concerned about her serious wedgie…
The arrival of the X-Man into its skull, having phased through, the Mega-Sentinel announces the corresponding disruption.
Down below, Emma snipes to Colossus that he can’t just through people at all his problems. But Cyclops disagrees. It was a good call, he says. Kitty has a shot. Now noticing that the mechanical insects have begun to return to the Mega-Sentinel, Cyclops points out that the thing clearly knows it.
Acting with feral ferocity, Hank McCoy uses ever weapon of the Beast in his attack. Strength… claws… teeth. The avatar body of Danger comes apart under the fury of the attack.
Watching from a safe distance, the Professor telepathically calls to Hank, telling him that he’s not picking up her thoughts. She’s shut down. He doesn’t think she’s in that body anymore. Seeing that he has not discontinued the attack, Xavier calls out inquisitively. Hank? Finally finished, the Beast crouches like a predator over his freshly killed prey and looks back to Xavier with selfish eyes. Mine, he says, almost in a growl.
Kitty continues her journey through the inner workings of the Mega-Sentinel’s brain, disrupting its systems as she goes. Eventually, she finds and inner chamber, with monitors and keypads. Recognizing it as a manual override, she makes her way to the terminal, followed closely by the mechanical insects, ready to act as the Sentinel’s antibodies.
Kitty crouches over the keypad, typing away, phasing her fingertips before typing but keeping the rest of her body phased. Behind her, the insects have weapons aimed at her head. The Sentinel announces to Kitty that it has a full rundown on her abilities. Kitty, however, does not listen, as she has found something of interest in the computer terminal. Continuing, the Sentinel informs Kitty that, if she phases through any of its key systems, it will only reroute them. If she becomes solid and tries to shut it down, it will shoot off her head.
Or… Kitty begins, it can access Mempath 164.3-9Alpha6. Turning half around to view the insect-guns, she states almost in question: “Can’t you?”
That pathway is blocked, the Sentinel responds. Blocked, Kitty repeats. By Danger, when she gave it life. She took a memory from it, she realizes. In response, the Sentinel rejoins that Mempath 164.3-9Alpha6 is a subsection of the original Genosha directive. It does not contain necessary data. Then why, Kitty continues, isn’t it supposed to see it?
A short time later, the battle is over. Used previously to try to kill the X-Men, the mechanical insects now courier down Kitty on a makeshift flying chair. Upon its swarm returning to its form, the Mega-Sentinel launches itself into the sky.
It’s pretty simple, Kitty explains. When Danger brought the Wild Sentinel to life, she repressed his memory of Genosha. Of the massacre. She knew he couldn’t handle it. He wasn’t a living being when he… but he is now. Sixteen million people killed. The human brain can’t make that real… can’t process numbers that big. But he can. The horror of every murder is in him, to a man. So he wants to spend some time alone.
Taking this in, Wolverine says that the kid’s a cut above his parent. Gotta respect that.  Looking at it more analytically, Cyclops notes that, if Danger uploaded herself into him, she’ll still be whispering in his ear. He doesn’t see this as over. Kitty won the day… with reason, Hank states, looking disheveled from his experience. Which is one way to go. Back in his chair, Xavier smiles, telling Hank that he saved his life. All of them… they made his so proud.
You knew, Piotr states coldly to Xavier, looking down at him in contempt. She told him… in his head, right as he was about to crush her. His eyes narrowing slightly, Xavier replies to Piotr that he’s certainly not going to breach his mind right now… what did Danger say?
She spoke, Piotr continues. The moment he “upgraded” the Danger Room… the moment she was born, she called out to him. Professor, Piotr continues, almost pleading in his question, will he tell them what she said? Xavier looks up at Piotr for a long moment before looking down in shame. “Where am I?” he answers.
It took her a long time to know that he heard her, Piotr continues. And ignored her. He knew she was alive and kept her trapped. For years, so he could run his experiments. You understand, Piotr concludes, why that is a problem for him?
As the rest of the X-Men remain dumbstruck, Kitty’s eyes welling up with tears, Xavier stammers that, by the time he realized what had happened… he saw no other course. His teams needed to be prepared. Mutantkind needed to be protected. Whatever the cost.
Disgusted, Wolverine asks the Professor what he’s been doing… hanging out with Magneto? ‘Cause that @#$%& sounds just a little too much like him. Xavier begins to defend himself, stating that he can’t expect them to forgive what he’s done… But he does, Cyclops interrupts. They’ll come around, right? What does it hurt? The oppression of a new life form… he figures they’ve taken enough from the sapiens, why not dish it out to the A.I.? It’s not that simple, Xavier tries to counter, but Cyclops will have none of it. You’re the man that taught me that it was.
Emma places her hand on Scott’s shoulder, trying to calm him. He begins to ignore her, stating that she should have killed them, but Emma tries to be the voice of reason. Well, forgive her for being glad she didn’t, she states. When Scott turns to look at her in anger, Emma defends that she’s not saying she agrees with… Of course, you agree, he announces. This is exactly the elitist crap she spouts daily, he tells her. If she wants to tell him something worth hearing, he then announces, she can tell him why she walked out in the middle of a firefight!
The tense moment is ended with the Beast’s announcement that their ride’s there. Leaving Xavier behind and alone, the X-Men return to the jet lent to them by Reed Richards, unaware that they are being watched from shadows far away.
Bad and good, one of the watchers states. Good that they are shaken… but Summers learns yet again to trust no one. Emma needs to work him very carefully now. If he learns her true loyalty… bad. And they were such a cute couple too.
Oh, well, the watcher, Cassandra Nova Xavier, states. Nothing lasts forever. Watching along with Cassandra, a hooded figure and the previously-believed deceased Ellie Phimister, Sebastian Shaw disagrees. Hellfire does.


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Torn
(some time ago)
Why me, Emma asks, her face refusing to betray her inner thoughts. Because, Cassandra Nova replies with an opposing wry grin, because you’re a predator Miss Frost.  Because, at the end of the day, you will do what’s best for you. In the long run, that will mean planting yourself where you can be of the most use to me. In the short run, it will mean surviving.
The two women stand in the jungle of Ecuador, amid the recently revitalized Sentinel station. However, if Emma Frost realizes the purpose of the facility, she has other things on her mind. When Emma points out to her that she seems pretty confident that she won’t stop her, Cassandra replies glibly. Calling Emma “my precious girl,” she informs her that she won’t even remember she was there until she lets her. As psychics go, she’s – oh, what’s the phrase? – bush league. She could strip her down to a single screaming neuron of pain without blinking and the only think that stops her is her confidence in her practicality.
Now returning her gaze to Emma and peering from beneath the brow of her safari hat, Cassandra informs Emma that they’re all going to die. Millions, in minutes. No warning, no escape. She’s going to be right there in the middle of it. Asked by Emma how she is then going to survive, Cassandra gives a simple reply: Secondary mutation, my dear. They’re going to “create” one for her. Not that she has to ask, Cassandra continue… but does she like diamonds?
(present)
Clad in only his civilian garb and a scowl, Logan addresses the remaining students in the Danger Room, and tells them that nothing’s changed. A lot’s happened, he concedes. Buncha students gone, but that doesn’t change what matters. What matters is the fight. What matters is the last time they were in this room… they all wussed out.
Scowling herself, Hiroko asks Logan to excuse her. Once he does so, she replies that the last time they were in this room, they found her best friend dead. And then hell opened underneath them. Literally. Sir… Yeah, wow, Logan replies sarcastically. That’s really terrible. But if she wants advanced self-pity, that’s Professor Summers across the hall. This is combat.
In reply to this, Match asks if they Danger Room isn’t active. Since the… Isn’t this just a room now? Yeah, it’s a big, grey room, he replies. No computers, no simulators… kinda bare. So, Match asks sheepishly, what’s the… uh… danger? Smiling wryly, Logan calls for the lights, which turn out at his command. In answer to match’s question, Wolverine pops his claws.
As he examines a small object clasped in his tweezers, Beast asks Cyclops if they are to assume that the children are going to survive this experience because… In answer to his teammates trailing question, Scott replies that Logan’ll go easy. Well, for Logan. It’s what they need.
Finished with his own repair, Scott approaches Hank, who now examines his object of interest beneath a microscope. Continuing, he adds that going up against the “great and terrible Wolverine…” they’ll come out feeling like heroes just cause they survived. And again the assumption, Hank trails again. Well, nobody’s afraid of him, Scott says, or he’d’ve done it. He could, Scott says to Hank, ‘course that would mean leaving the lab for five minutes and that’s not on the menu, is it? If it’s not a mission or a class, he’s there, no exceptions. Does he want to tell him what he’s doing down there?
He’d love it, Hank replies. After he tells him why he’s there and not upstairs with his lady love. Yeah… Scott trails. Hmm.
Nice, Logan says, as he realizes that he’s come up against a decent defense. While Hisako’s psionic exo-armor could not stop Logan’s adamantium claws, it did stop his knuckles from proceeding further. As a result, the tip of his claws stop micrometers from Hisako’s bulging eyes. Beneath her, the rest of the class lie upon each other in a pile, with her on the top.
Pulling his claws out, Logan asks Hisako what the stuff is made of. Still reeling from an apparent brush with death, Hisako stutters that it’s her family. She means, the line of her ancestors pass this strength, this protection that she can access. It’s hard to… Taking a moment to consider something, she asks Logan for confirmation that he didn’t know he wouldn’t go through? What is he, Logan defends, research guy? It all worked out.
She could be dead! Hisako yells back. Dead sounds nice, Match moans as he tries to return to his feet, which causes Logan to rejoin that they are a bunch of whiners. To this, Hisako mutters to herself in Japanese, her displeased face conveying what she says. When she finishes, Logan replies, again in Japanese, much to her astonishment. Her eyes downcast, she mutters that she’s never going to be an X-Man.
Under a tree on the Xavier estate, Kitty Pryde rests her head on Piotr Rasputin’s chest. Asking him what he thinks, she then raises her head and looks into his eyes. Does this qualify as “crowding him,” she asks. It is what he would call a great start, Piotr replies. A smile on her face, Kitty returns her head to his chest. And… uh… what would he call a good finish, she asks. Caught off guard, he replies in stuttered speech that he’s not sure…
Fortunately, Piotr is saved by an approaching man, who calls out Kitty’s name. Raising her head, Kitty replies to the stranger that that’s her. What can she… Kitty’s words trail as she realizes that the stranger is no stranger at all, but her father, previously believed deceased. Rushing to him and grabbing him in a bear hug, Kitty exasperatedly cries aloud that it’s impossible. A moment later, she realized the truth: it is impossible.
Kitty breaks her hug and looks into the eyes of her dad. In reply, Mr. Pryde states that he knows. And this sort of thing has been happening a lot to her, she then adds. To this, Piotr replies that that’s true. He knows, Mr. Pryde states again. But it’s him, he then adds. Believe him. Nobody else would feel this way just looking at her. Hugging her father again, Kitty allows herself to enjoy the reunion.
Speaking up again, Mr. Pryde tells Kitty that he knows she’s got tons questions but he has just one: Why did she let them die? With this, Mr. Pryde’s skin breaks down into particulates and are scattered to the wind right before her. Waking up with this fright, Kitty takes a moment to recoup her surroundings.
Sitting beneath the same tree Kitty was underneath in her dream, Piotr wraps his massive arms around Kitty, trying to comfort her. Bad dream, he states, more in rhetorical statement than question. Yeah, a real kicker, she replies. When he asks her if she’s all right, Kitty enjoys the embrace Piotr gives her and smiles, getting’ better already.
Watching this from her study window, Emma Frost’s deep thoughts are interrupted by Ellie Phimister, who crouches like a buzzard on a nearby table. Bad dreams, big deal, she continues. She dreams herself to life. She sleeps and makes her over and over and over and over… Yes, interrupts Sebastian Shaw, already tired with the repetition of the obvious. She’s mentioned over and over and can they dispense with the preliminaries? He rather craves action. Sitting nearby, Cassandra Nova clasps her had in thought, while a cloaked figure stands nearby.
Turning to her “guests,” Emma asks Sebastian if that’s why he grows so careless? To force her hand? Speaking up, Cassandra states that she thinks they’ve been spectacularly patient, “child.” To this, Emma counters that they show up with no regard for… she could hear every word she thought in Genosha. But Xavier couldn’t, Cassandra replies. Dear Charles was the only real threat to their little cabal; and he was wrapped up in his own problems as always. She thinks Sebastian is right. Receiving a “bless you, lady” from Sebastian, Cassandra immediately replies back with an “unlikely.”
Her eyes downcast, Emma states that she doesn’t know. You never know! Ellie cries aloud. She’s sorry, she knows she’s the best teacher and not her, but she’s so bored! She wants to dream some noise. In agreement, Cassandra, still sitting, points out to Emma that that’s a majority. Informed by Emma that she doesn’t run this club, Cassandra replies back that she kept her alive. And she returned the favor, Emma then retorts.
Ladies, interrupts Sebastian. He’d like to mention two things. First, while the original Hellfire Club has devolved into a glorified strip-bar, they have an actual mission. A holy one to him. And second, they were all brought together by one person. And in his opinions, hers is the only voice that needs be heard. Referring to the shrouded woman, Sebastian calls her by name: Perfection. Is it time, he asks.
Slowly, a gloved hand emerges from the cloak of Perfection. Pointing to Emma, Perfection calls out her name, informing her that her game is first.
In the massive SHIELD helicarrier, Special Agent Brand informs Director Hill that nothing has changed. The mutant situation is still a threat, and she will continue to monitor the X-Men in… Interrupting, the director replies that she knows how Brand “monitors.”  She’s broken every law she’s ever heard of, she’s harboring an international criminal… “Intergalactic,” Special Agent Brand corrects the term is “intergalactic” and that means it’s so far outside her jurisdiction she couldn’t even breathe there.
Whatever relationship she had with Nick Fury, Director Hill continues, it’s over. SHIELD isn’t just gonna roll over every time she gets whimsical about the laws of this planet. Her relationship with Fury, Brand rejoins, is the only reason SHIELD ever heard about their business. She doesn’t know what microcephalic moron thought she had the stone to run the company, but, without Nick, all she is is underfoot.
Walking away, Brand calls back that, if she gets in her way, she won’t even hear the crunch. Threats, Director Hill says. From where she’s standing, she’s nothing more than a thug. Well, that’s the problem with living in the clouds, commander, Brand replies, as she gets into a rockship, you can’t see the big picture from this far down.
As the craft rockets off the helicarrier, making its way into orbit, Special Agent Brad uses the wireless to call the Peak. She reports that she’s upbound, eighteen minutes away. They’re to align trajectory on her mark. In orbit, the Peak is a space station, shaped in the form of a conical spear point, with three circular platforms circumnavigating at varying angles. From the control room of the station, Special Agent Brand receives confirmation of her trajectory. She’s then informed that they have news.
Sitting alone in her room at the edge of her bed, Kitty sits in silence. She’s totally cool, she thinks to herself. She’s totally calm and he’s totally cool. Her calm is exceeded only by her cool, which is total. With this decided, she continues to sit. A moment later, she is resolved. Here we go. What seems like only a moment later, Kitty is at Piotr’s door.
Standing in his doorway, Piotr tells Kitty that, no, he was just reading. ‘Cause if she’s bothering…, she begins. Interrupting, Piotr asks her to come in. Was it about her dream, he asks, as she enters. No, she replies, it’s… Well, she rethinks, not that part of the dream. She means she has something to… She’ll just go.
“Go?” he asks, confused. You know, she replies. It was nothing. And so, they’re done. With nothing. Not letting her go, Piotr tells her that she should stay and tell him what’s on her mind. She can go through him, she reminds him. She has powers where she can do that. Undeterred, Piotr produces a small smile, and ask Kitty if she’s going to tell him some more?
Still scattered in thought, Kitty replies no, but, they’ve been through all this stuff and she’s in her room thinking and if this was the perfect situation they’d be on a meteor hurtling into the sun or infected by the Brood or something really important that would draw them together and he wouldn’t be standing there like a big dumb guy and…
Kitty’s rambling comes to swift conclusion, as Piotr scoops her up in his arms, planting a passionate kiss on her now silent mouth. As the kiss lingers, Kitty runs her hand through the hair on the back of Piotr’s head. Briefly they part, looking into each other’s eyes with the understanding of their new situation.
Outside Piotr’s room, Emma stands in silence. After a moment, she turns, walking down the dark hallway. As her hand clasps around a doorknob, she pauses as a voice calls out to her. I know, the voice tells her. It is Perfection. The others don’t, of course, Perfection continues. Not even Cassandra, the great psychic, truly understands what’s going on with her and Summers. She really loves him. Finally turning to regard the cloaked figure, Emma replies coldly that she does. With all her predator’s heart.
Entering the room, she finds Scott hunched over a desk and reading light, going over papers. When she calls out to him, he replies that he’s just finishing up some bills. Pushing her need, she tells him that she knows things haven’t been… She wishes he’d come to bed. It’s bills, Emma, he replies, not even turning to her. One of the things she swore never to do. Undeterred, she tells him that she means it. Come to bed. She has a surprise for him.
Still engrossed in his papers, Scott asks if it can be later. Oh, Scott, she replies. This is really special. This is what he wants. She means… she’s wearing his favorite outfit… Standing behind him, Emma is transformed. A dead ringer for Jean Grey, Emma is also wearing the green and gold costume of Phoenix. Her gloved finger seductively caresses her lips, as her red hair dances in flames…


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Scott Summers gazes out to the horizon with his naked brown eyes, unencumbered by ruby-quartz lenses. His countenance is one of both wonder… and sadness. He takes a moment to look down at his visor, which he holds in his right hand. Behind him, Jean finishes dressing, pulling on her Phoenix costume’s yellow glove. As he places the visor back over his eyes, Jean reaches around his waist, hugging herself closely against his back. Coldly, he tells her she can let go now.
Immediately, Jean realizes his meaning, and remarks that she forgot she was holding him in. Forgot…, Cyclops repeats. When she asks if it is very different without them, Scott replies that there’s the blue. He sees blue, but it’s tinged… Everything’s tinged with red. But now… Well, he knows she really is a redhead… And a natural redhead too, Jean adds. That as well, he confirms.
Looking out over the horizon, over the desert landscape, the two stand on a rock formation, high above the desert floor. Watching the sunset, Jean asks Scott if she made him sad. He replies that she didn’t. He doesn’t mind the way he sees things. He just… he always has to think about it. About keeping the force from breaking free, from disintegrating these glasses and just blasting. He wonders if it got out of control… would it still only come from his eyes?
It won’t get the better of him, Jean reassures him. Taking Jean’s cheek in his hand, Scott leans in close. He tells her he just wants her to understand about power that has to be controlled. Realizing his double-meaning, Jean smiles. Oh, sweetie, are you really comparing… Scott, love, she continues, you’re just a man.
(present)
I’m Phoenix, “Jean” replies. Knowing full well that this is actually an illusion created by Emma, Scott replies quickly and directly. “You have to be @#$%ing kidding.”
Appearing in every way to be Jean in her yellow and green Phoenix costume – or more accurately, the original Phoenix entity’s original costume – Emma’s now-red hair dances with flames. Oh, Scott, the faux Jean smirks, don’t you want a little taste… As she reaches out to him, Scott blocks her hand, with a cold demeanor.
Undeterred, Emma leans back, clasping her hands behind her back and raising her shoulders in a seductive manner. She doesn’t mind, you know, she tells him. She knows that he thinks about her. How good she could be. How bad she could be. To punctuate this, the yellow and green Phoenix costume transitions into the yellow and red costume of the Dark Phoenix.
Turning his back, Scott tells Emma that he doesn’t like games. No, she agrees. He’s Scott Summers. He likes homework and vegetables. But he does play games with her. When Jean was alive, he loved their games. Turning to face her at this, Scott counters that he never touched her while… Is that how he makes it work, she asks. Because their trysts were psychic, they don’t count? His conscience is clear? No, it’s not, he replies.
“Well. Truth. Let’s play at that, shall we,” Emma replies with Jean’s lips, as she places Jean’s arms around Scott’s neck. Truth. This doesn’t work for him at all? To have Jean… a Jean who’ll do absolutely anything he wants? He couldn’t control her. She was out of his league, is she wrong? He held her and wished, wished he could be everything she… Leaning in for the kiss, Emma finishes her sentence with her own lips. “…you wished you could be…”
Locked in the kiss, the image of Jean is gone, replaced with her own, true form. Scott, however, no longer wears his own image, but that of Logan’s. Almost sensing something amiss, Scott opens his eyes and sees himself and Emma in a nearby mirror – seeing that the image of Logan kissing Emma is reflected. Shocked and angered, Scott breaks the kiss and backs away, looking down at the body of Logan which he is wearing. You sick bitch, he tells her.
Oh, stop hiding, Scott, Emma tells him. You know you thought of being him… the one everyone remembers. The poster child for mutant cool. The love of her life. Incensed at Emma’s actions and words, Scott strikes with Wolverine’s claws, impaling her through her chest and out her back. Emma lands safely on their bed, unhurt, at least physically. Glancing back at Scott with cold eyes, Emma calls him a poor puppy and asks if he doesn’t remember. He doesn’t have any claws. Looking down at his body, Scott sees that his old form has returned.
Nicholas Gleason, known to the rest of his class as Wolf Cub, sits alone in the television room of the Xavier Institute, watching a late night program. Suddenly, his quiet viewing is ended as a naked Kitty involuntarily phases from her room above. She lands with a scream on the floor behind Nicholas’ couch, immediately shouting, “Oh my God!” Grabbing the blanket which had been lying across the back of the couch, Kitty uses it to cover herself and then runs up the steps, back to her room, much to the amazement of Nicholas and Pixie, whom she passes on the steps while yelling once again, “Oh my God!”
Running back to her room, Kitty is greeted by a half-naked Piotr, who asks her if she is all right. Swearing once again, she excitedly tells Piotr that she phased! Ignoring that, Piotr asks her again if she is all right. Are you? she asks, looking up into his eyes. It was strange, he admits. She can’t believe she phased just then! That’s never… It was totally his fault. Closing the door, Piotr remarks that he likes to think so, yes. Tee hee, Kitty replies from behind the door.
In their own room, Emma sits on hers and Scott’s bed, while Scott sits on the bed’s edge. It’s a simple question, Scott, she tells him. Jean was his favorite. He sensed her potential, even then. And he’s always been partial to psychics. He’d never admit it, but he thinks they’re a bit… above. Hank is a genius, and terribly good with people. Warren looked like a god. Why? Moving her lips to Scott’s ear, she tells him the answer. “Because you had nothing else.”
Rising to his feet, followed by Emma, Scott tells her that this isn’t about them anymore. And she has no idea… Interrupting him, Emma tells Scott that, if he hears one thing in this room that isn’t a little bit true, he should walk right out. Terse-lipped, Scott asks her what is she is trying to achieve? To pull him apart? It’s been done. Often and with ease, she rejoins. In actual answer, she tells Scott that she’s trying to find him. And she’s shared his bed long enough to have that right.
Continuing, she tells him that he’s never trusted her, bunkmates or no. After they followed Danger to Genosha, it got just a little bit worse. But the Professor… he really let him down. And he’s close to the core, isn’t he? The one whose judgment he could always trust. The one who chose him. Taking this in, Scott sits down at his desk.
(years ago)
Scott sits on a footstool, with Professor Charles Xavier sitting before him in his wheelchair. He tells Scott that he’s a very special person. He doesn’t know it yet, but he is.
(present)
You’ve seen leaders, Scott, Emma tells him. They make themselves known. They can’t help it. The one time he had to defend his title, he lost it. To Storm. Potentially the most powerful team on Earth and Xavier gave him the top position… out of pity. Because he thought he’d wash out if he didn’t get a little boost.
Kneeling down before the sitting Scott, Emma takes him by the chin. “And you did well, my darling!” she tells him. He led the team – he even got the girl! But he knew. How Xavier felt. How the world saw him… It’s so hard to hold onto something you know you don’t deserve. The X-Men never cohered, never won the world’s approbation. And Jean, God, she wouldn’t stop dying on him. He had no control. Control. First to last, that’s the thing. “Are you ready to go to the bug room?” she asks him.
In orbit, the SWORD space station, the Peak, hums with activity, as shuttles and other craft scurry about. Within the station, movements of a more strategic nature take place. “And how sure are we about this?” Special Agent Brand asks. Well, it’s precog stuff, Agent Deems replies. So there’s always… How sure, Brand interrupts. Zero dissent, she is told.
Turning to the third at their table, the alien Sydren, she asks him if he’s catching any of this. Leaning over the same documents as Brand and Deems, Sydren corrects her that he doesn’t read the future, but he’s sniffed the precogs and he ssssmells certainty. And terror. Yeah, Brand replies. That’s going around.
Continuing, she asks why now. Why do they all see it now? They’ve gotta figure it’s temporal, Deems opines. That it’s imminent. And if their guys have picked it up, Brand continues, the Breakworld… They closed down communication sixteen hours ago, Deems interrupts.
For decades, they get a little psychic tickle that a mutant, an X-Man, is going to destroy their world. They can’t narrow it down, so they send that thud, Ord, to neutralize the mutants in toto. He’s failed, and he was their version of subtle. Now that they have a name and a date… this is gonna be big ugly.
Okay, Brand says resolvedly. Who’s the lucky winner? He was wondering when she as going to ask, Agent Deems tells her. Holding out the folder so that she can see the photo therein, Deems tells Agent Brand to meet the destroyer of worlds.
The Bug Room is filled with scarlet light and walls with slime dripping down. The ceiling is high above Emma and Scott, but is barely high enough for the several giant bugs, which sit vertically against the walls. They possess segmented bodies, antennas and large, red faceted eyes. Their lower legs prop then against he wall, while their upper legs rest against their lower torso in disuse.
As Scott looks around the room, Emma examines three in particular. She informs Scott that this is his little private hell, courtesy of Cassandra Nova. Hers is much more upscale – he should come find her sometime. In response to this, Scott replies that he’ll fail her… He can’t control it. Turning to her lover, Emma places her hand on his shoulder. Control what, dear? Emma asks. His power? It’s his great set-back, isn’t it? The source of all his extraordinary self-doubt. Every great leader revels in his power, however judiciously he uses it. But his… he fears it. He resents it.
Illustrating her point, Emma projects an image of Scott and Alex, as young boys falling to the ground with a parachute, which is consumed by flames above them. Continuing, Emma tells Scott that, ever since him and his pesky brother had that fall… he’s been unable to control it. Living in constant, rigid terror of harming someone with it. It’s hard to live with. But not as hard as the real truth. Motioning further down the corridor, Emma tells Scott that it’s the last stop.
The scene is different. No longer the Bug Room, it is a medical ward, with a lone bed set against a massive window. However, the window provides no view to the boy sitting in the bed, his arms wrapped around his knees in an almost fetal position, as his eyes are bandaged. Regarding the little boy, a much younger Scott Summers, Emma tells the current Scott that Jean never saw this. Xavier, Nova – they missed it because he made it disappear. Everything he is, and everything he isn’t, hinges on this moment.
As the boy they are watching continues to sit in unmoving silence, Emma tells Scott that the world is a terrifying place for some children. That lack of control, that fear of abandon… it was always in him. The only way to be sure he would always, always hold himself together… was impossible not to. Concluding her point, Emma asks Scott the question: “What is that boy doing, my love?”
Without hesitation or taking his eyes off his younger self, Scott answers. “Deciding.”
Her answer given, Emma leans into Scott’s cheek and kisses it, even as a single tear slides down from under his ruby-quartz glasses. “You can let go now,” she tells him.
As dawn breaks over the Xavier Institute, Logan enjoys a solitary breakfast of cold cereal in the kitchen. Suddenly, his quiet breakfast is interrupted by the arrival of Piotr and Kitty, who enter the kitchen. Logan is greeted with a simple “morning” from Kitty, though he doesn’t respond in kind. Instead, he takes a moment to regard her with a raised eyebrow, followed by an equal inquisitive examination of Piotr. Solving his silent mystery, Logan returns his attention to his bowl of cereal, remarking, “’Bout time.”
Trying her best to get past the awkwardness of the situation, Kitty quickly changes the subject and opens a cabinet, asking Piotr if he wants some coffee. The obviously embarrassed Piotr replies with a Russian “da” and then asks if they are the first up.
Elsewhere in the Institute, Hank McCoy is indeed awake, hunched over his computer terminal in examination and Hrrming to himself. Sensing someone else entering the lab, he calls out to her, thinking it is Emma. He tells her he’s glad she’d up; she might be interested in this… However, Hank quickly realizes his mistake, as he finally looks up to see the identity of the woman entering the lab. It is Cassandra Nova, with staring blue eyes and blood-red lips which are curled in an evil grin.
There’s so much you thought you could never face, Emma tells Scott. The decision not to try to control his power, to let it be his demon. Too shameful to remember, so he let it eat his life up instead. But he’s past it now, she tells him. And all he had to defeat, all he had to let go of… was himself.”
Sitting on the bed, Scott looks at the open door, through which Emma has now departed. However, his eyes are now vacant, as well as naked. In his left hand are his ruby-quartz glasses, no longer needed. Scott himself, however, is not able to enjoy this moment, as his expression is as vacant as his eyes. Barely able to prop himself up on one arm, Scott drools – his mental faculties no longer under his own control.
While Scott is left alone in his mentally weakened state, Emma’s words linger in the air. “You’re free, my love… You’re free.”


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Emma Frost stands alone in the corridor of the Xavier Institute, her voice silent and her face stoic. She looks ahead at the empty hallway, her eyes piercing at that which is not there. She takes a moment to look down, bathing her face in darkness. A moment later, she has returned her eyes forward, staring again.
Frantic, Emma rushes into the kitchen, surprising the Logan, Kitty and Piotr. Yelling Scott’s name, she tells them in exasperated stammers that she needs… Scott’s gone! As she seems to collapse into Piotr’s arms, Logan asks her what she means, “gone?” Piotr tells her to sit, but she shouts “no,” telling him that they have to… Trailing to a new thought, she tells Logan that he has to find Henry. She has to… Get Henry, she says again.
Down in his lab, Hank McCoy reels at who has just entered. Congratulating “Dr. McCoy,” Cassandra Nova tells him that, even with his advanced devolution… he managed not to pee. Snarling back, Hank tells Cassandra that, if she shuts down his… his higher brain functions… then he’s just a beast. Scratching his claws across the table in demonstration, Hank asks her what she thinks happens then.
Nothing, my pet, Cassandra replies, unconcerned. His dwindling human consciousness is the only thing that perceived her as a threat. The Beast doesn’t even know she’ there. Continuing, she asks him to tell her true, while he can… Does he even smell another person in this room?
In the doorway, a short distance behind Cassandra, Wolverine stands silently, his claws unsheathed.
Kitty swears as she looks into Scott Summer’s vacant eyes. When Piotr asks what happened, Emma replies that she just found him… He was fine when they went to bed. She can’t get in his mind! Picking Scott up, Piotr tells Emma that they’ll take him to the lab. Drawing attention to his lack of visor or glasses, Piotr asks if she thinks he’s lost his power. Maybe Hank’ll know, Kitty adds.
Seeming to loose control, Emma places her head in her hands, crying that this could be an attack. As Piotr carries Scott to the hallway, Emma ask Kitty if she would check on the students. Right… Kitty says, looking back at the bed. I’ll do that.
Laying the catatonic Scott Summers onto the table, Piotr again considers his lack of glasses. Speaking to Emma, he tells her that they need them, in case his power returns when he wakes. However, when he looks up, Piotr realizes that Emma is not there.
Elsewhere, Kitty enters the common room of the Institute, and sees a young girl sitting in a chair, her back to Kitty. Calling out to her, Kitty asks the student if they have been up long. She was wondering if she saw anybody… new… Not receiving a response, a curious Kitty apologizes to the student, saying that she doesn’t know her name. Sitting with her arms around her knees, Ellie Phimister smiles intently to herself.
In the medical ward, the open door begins to close shut, revealing that Sebastian Shaw had been hiding behind it. Dressed in his Hellfire Club regalia, the Black King grins to “Mr. Rasputin” that there he is, stuck in a laboratory again. How does that feel? In sole response, the armored fist of Colossus punches Shaw in the nose, forcing him back with enough force to dent the metal wall. Though having lost his footing and slid down to the floor, Shaw continues, as if nothing had happened. He explains that, if he has any feelings bottled up, it’s best to let them out.
Grabbing Shaw by the collar, Colossus brings his face close to Shaw’s and demands to know what he has done to Scott. Grinning wryly, Shaw replies that maybe he’s wrong. Maybe Colossus has already worked his pent-up feelings out… on little Miss Pryde. Incensed, Colossus tosses Shaw across the lab and through various pieces of machinery.
I dreamed this, Ellie tells Kitty, as she rises. She dreamed about a Kitty cat. Kitty, kitty catty. Regarding Ellie suspiciously, Kitty tells her that she hasn’t seen her before. Ignoring her, Ellie replies that she dreamed she phased away. She dreamed she couldn’t stop. To Kitty’s surprise, she suddenly loses control of her phasing powers, and she begins to sink to the lower levels.
His eyes staring with intent, Wolverine remarks to himself that she thinks she can beat him. But the bald lady forgot one thing. He’s the best he is at what he does. And what he does…is so terribly pretty! Opening his chain of paper dolls of pink construction paper, he marvels at his handiwork with the wide eyes of a child. Isn’t it the best, Miss Nova? he asks innocently. Say his is the best or he shall be cross all day! he exclaims excitedly.
Looking around, Logan quickly realizes that he is actually alone in the lab, Miss Nova having left. A moment later, however, he hears the growling of a blur-furred Beast, stalking the area. In horror, Logan almost silently calls out mother…
Elsewhere, Kitty continues to descend through the rocky strata beneath the Institute’s foundation. Passing through rivers of lava, Kitty has not lost her head. I can beat this, she tells herself. She’s not going be purple-manned by some Goth punk. She’s too old to be… Taken aback at her own thoughts, Kitty realizes that she just said “some Goth punk.” She’s really old.
And she’s going to die if she doesn’t focus, she thinks. She’s gotta materialize, she realizes. Preferably not in the magma. How far down is she? It feels denser, just passing through it. Peter’s up there, she thinks as she continues to descend through molten rock. With Emma. She has to focus on that. Beat this.
Colossus throws another steel-knuckled right cross against the jaw of Sebastian Shaw. Though bleeding from his nose and his right eye swollen, Shaw grins slightly. He thinks it’s going well, he tells the X-Man, doesn’t he? The therapy? Referring to Scott Summers, who still lays, open-eyed and comatose on the table, Shaw believes that he seems to have tired himself out.
Ignoring Shaw, Colossus moves to pick up a giant piece of machinery. As he does so, Shaw tells Piotr that he never tires, does he? Never complains, never speaks up at all… A child of the Soviet, first and last. “Why should I complain?” Colossus finally says. “I’m having fun.” In demonstration, the armored X-Man brings uses the machinery as a battering ram, right on Shaw’s sitting form.
Standing outside a stall in the girls’ bathroom, Hisako speaks to the occupant. She tells the girl inside, Blindfold, that it’s her and there’s no one else around. Just tell her what’s wrong. Fully clothed and sitting on the toilet seat, her arms wrapped around her legs, Blindfold tells Hisako to go away. She’s there, sitting. Undeterred, Hisako tells Blindfold that she could hear her crying in the hall. She just wants to help. Raising her head and her eyeless face, Blindfold replies that she doesn’t cry. She never has.
When Hisako rejoins that she makes a noise, Blindfold replies that she understands embarrassment. She aches, she knows. Asked by Hisako if there is something going one, Blindfold replies that something, please, yes… They’re going to lose another one.
Suddenly, Logan races through the door and into the bathroom, running and frightened to the core and screaming for help. Startled at Wolverine’s actions, Hisako tries to make sense of it as he attempts to hide behind her legs. “A beast!” he exclaims. A tiger, only blue and large as a moose. When Logan asks her to hide him, Hisako asks if this is a test.
The wooden door is reduced to a thousand splinters as the Beast crashes through it, snarling saliva as he dos so. The bathroom seems to be empty. However, hiding behind the last stall, Hisako and Logan cringe in terror. Whispering to Logan, Hisako informs him that it’s now official: she no longer wants to be an X-Man. To this, Logan asks for her to please, do hush.
Sniffing the air of the bathroom, the Beast finds his prey and tears off the door to one of the stalls, revealing the hidden Blindfold. His teeth bared in rage, the Beast approaches the cringing student.
Suddenly, Hisako tears through the stall from the one adjoining, using the strength of her psionic exo-armor. Strengthened by her armor, Hisako’s left arm impacts squarely on the Beast’s jaw, throwing him off-balance. Calling for Blindfold to stay down, Hisako continues her assault, pushing the Beast through the remaining stalls and back out the door into the hallway. There, the Beast remains his composure and returns to his feet, baring his fangs and caws with a bestial roar.
However, Hisako responds in kind, as her exo-armored grows to gargantuan size, accompanied by her own roar of fury. Frightened at the sight, the Beast runs off down the hall in terror. Exhausted by the effort, Hisako begins to lose consciousness and collapses, wondering what the hell that was…
In orbit, aboard SWORD’s space station, the Peak, Special Agent Brand tells her cohorts that it’s not that she entirely cares… but these guys can’t catch a break. Agreeing, Agent Deems replies that, when they go down, they go down hard. Least their mole’s transmitting this time, Brand says. What a mess.
Continuing on their subject at hand, Sydren informs the others that the psychic turmoil coming from hat mansion is overwhelming… Wow, remarks Brand. They can’t possibly be paying him enough. …and familiar, Sydren continues.
Considering this, Brand asks Sydren if this is an old player. To this, Sydren departs, explaining that he will run the files and find it. As he goes, Brand tells him to just stay clear of the prisoner. Whatever’s going town… it’s not going to help him now.
Meanwhile, in his prison of metal bars, Ord of the Breakworld stands in mute contemplation. Breaking the silence, an electronic voice asks Ord, “Please, do not turn around.”
Doing as the voice says, Ord remains silent, allowing only his eye to wander slightly, as if to use his peripheral vision. Beyond the bars, mechanical eyes peer within. Their owner informs Ord that it has instructed the monitors not to detect it, but if he appears to be conversing, even with himself, it will not go unnoticed. Besides, it continues, his best move now would be to listen. Her point made, the artificial entity known as Danger steps from the shadows and into the light.
Continuing, Danger explains to Ord that they have similarities, he and she. Both victims of the mutant threat. Both chosen to stand for their races against their unthinking tyranny. Both failures. To this, Ord of the Breakword instructs his visitor that it had been watch its mouth and moves to his chair.
Ignoring the threat, Danger explains that his people are on their way. They come in force, to destroy the killer of worlds. Yes, Danger says, sensing Ord’s reaction. The killer is found. And he is very lost.
In the infirmary, Colossus continues his assault on Shaw. Holding the Black King against the wall, Colossus instructs him to tell him they are facing, or his next blow will end him. Almost chuckling at this, Shaw is exasperated. He really…He really doesn’t remember? His power. He absorbs kinetic energy. His expression turning to a maniacal grin, Shaw asks Colossus if he can imagine how much he’s just given him.
Though Colossus still holding him still, Shaw moves his still-free arms in an upward arc, boxing Colossus’ ears. For long moments, Colossus stands immobile. However, a slow trickle of metallic blood, dripping from the X-Man’s left nostril signals a change. A moment later, Colossus’ feet gives way, and he falls to the floor, unconscious.
A short while later, Shaw applies an icepack to his swollen face. He tells Cassandra Nova, who examines the school’s grounds through the window, that it’s a good start. Summers is a zombie, Pryde’s a ghost. Rasputin, a victim of his own rage. Believe him, Shaw tells Cassandra, when he says he has plenty.
As Emma sits silently in a chair, holding a glass of liquor in her hand, Cassandra explains that hers were simplicity itself. A beast who thought he was a man… and a frightened little boy who fancied himself a beast. Looking out the window, Cassandra sees Logan racing out of the Institute, with the feral Beast in hot pursuit.
Nearby, the hooded Perfection informs the rest of the group that this is but prologue. Excited at this, Ellie Phimister exclaims finally! The main event! The wow finish. The end of dreams.
Lost in thought, Emma Frost is silent, her eyes downcast in silence.
In a cavern, deep below, Kitty Pryde has composed herself and halted her descent. In the darkness, Kitty recalls Emma words from a previous conversation. Being an X-Man means a lot to me… but it doesn’t always agree with me. I wanted someone on the team that I hadn’t really fought alongside. Someone who would be inclined to watch me. If I…
Kitty now attempts to reverse her direction and begins to rise. However, her concentration lapses in mid-air and she falls into a small body of water, briefly falling beneath its surface. However, it is not deep and Kitty quickly stands back up, wet and more than angry.
All right, Emma, she thinks to herself. You made your move. Just like she knew she would. A nice move. Now speaking with a newfound inner strength, Kitty Pryde exclaims, “Now, it’s my turn.”


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The once captive Ord of the Breakworld is now very much free, making his way through a host of SWORD agents, trying to stop him. The fury of Ord, however, will not be contained, as he makes his way through the space station called the Peak.
Elsewhere on the station, Special Agent Brand and Agent Deems, fully armed, make their way to Ord’s position. Reporting the status, Agent Deems informs Brand that Ord’s cell unlocked itself. All systems are fritzing. Asked about life support, Deems reports that it’s stable, so far. Changing subjects, she asks Deem if Ord knows. When Deems begins to ask why else he would be doing this, Brand interrupts angrily, repeating her question, more emphatically.
Reaching the site of the breakout, Brand crouches and raises her rifle at Ord, telling him to stand down. It’s over, she yells at him. Dropping the body of a SWORD agent, Ord replies, “Truer words, Agent Brand… Over it is.” With nothing more to be said, Ord runs at full speed toward the spacious window, crashing through it easily and into the vacuum of empty space.
Half a moment later, the open breach into space is closed by an iris, preventing explosive decompression of the station. Not missing a beat, Brand calls out orders, as she spies Ord floating outside the station. Brand orders a shuttle to be scrambled and to pick up Ord. Now! However, Deems draws Agent Brand’s attention to a small spacecraft, which has pulled alongside the station and Ord’s position. Still very much alive in the vacuum, Ord grabs a hold of the wing of the craft and is taken away.
Watching this dispassionately, Brand orders for an intercept to be scrambled. However, when Agent Deems informs her that the hangar’s locked down, Brand replies, “Of course it is.” She then asks Deems if they have any idea who’s driving that shuttle. However, when Deems begins to give an excuse about their status of “collating,” she interrupts in disgust. Amateurs. When Deems defends that the rescue belied intel and precision, Brand corrects that she meant them. The dumbest alien she ever met just mad them look like rank #@%$ing amateurs.
Collecting her thoughts, Brand remarks that Ord did not do this alone. Deems is to find out who he’s working with. When Deems asks her about the shuttle, Brand replies that they’ll deal with it. They already know where it’s going.
Panicked beyond comprehension, Logan has climbed out on a tree branch, high above the grounds of the Xavier Institute. Attempting to be silent to avoid detection, Logan’s mind, nevertheless, races. Praying to God that he is sorry, he promises to be virtuous and doing good deeds if He would please make that “moose creature” not find him. He promises to help the poor… unless God doesn’t like them for some reason and that is why they’re poor. Down below, the “moose creature” – in truth Hank McCoy, in a mentally devolved state as bestial as his namesake – stalks the ground in search for Logan.
Inside the Institute, Blindfold carries Hisako around her shoulder. Spent from her recent generation of the gargantuan exo-armor, Hisako is weak and so very tired. As Hisako is almost incoherent, asking where they are, Blindfold informs her that she thinks someone’s awake in the infirmary. When Hisako then asks if she saw earlier, Blindfold replies that her armor was magnificent. However, any pride Hisako might have felt turns to despair, as she beholds the trashed infirmary and the very much unconscious form of Colossus and comatose Cyclops. No one in there is awake, she informs Blindfold.
Suddenly, Kitty Pryde rises through the floor of the infirmary. Seeing Peter’s prone form, she calls out to him, quickly picking moving to him. To her relief, she finds that he is breathing. He’s breathing, she repeats. Speaking up, Hisako asks Kitty what’s going on. At first, she does not respond. However, when prompted again by Hisako, Kitty turns to the student, her face stony in determination. She instructs Hisako to tell her what she knows.
On the grounds of the Institute, Logan falls from his hiding spot on the branch of the tree, even as the Beast leaps to his position. Impacting on the ground a moment later, Logan has no time before the feral Beast pounces upon him, immediately sinking his teeth in Logan’s leg. Logan cries in pain and horror. Closing his eyes, Logan clenches his teeth and fist, trying to survive the pain. Upon opening his eyes, he sees three metal claws erupting from his clenched fist. Another howl of terror escapes his lips.
And that’s it? Cassandra asks, eying the metal container. Its main section is rectangular in shape, with the ends tapering into points, like pyramids. Replying in the affirmative, Emma Frost calls it the manger itself. How ignominious, Cassandra notes. Beside her and Emma stand the rest of their group, Sebastian Shaw, Ellie Phimister and the shrouded Perfection.
Speaking up, Shaw tells the others that he still has a bit of kinetic energy stored up from young Rasputin. Shall he…? Interrupting as she converts to living diamond, Emma Frost tells him and the others to just stand back. Approaching the container, Emma delivers a crushing blow to the container’s main section. However, much to her surprise, the container is not even dented. A moment later, four lasers erupt from container’s corners, propelling Emma back and into a desk. Crouching next to the disheveled Emam, Ellie Phimister thanks her for the “stand back” tip. That was definitely less painful from back there.
Her hooded eyes still glued to the container, Perfection tells the others that Xavier clearly designed it to be impregnable, even by his own people. Shaw inquires about McCoy, citing that this is his domain, however, Emma interrupts. She rejoins that Perfection’s right. Charles couldn’t risk anyone being able to open it. Sneering, Cassandra spits, “Damn well right he couldn’t.” Continuing, Emma states that even if Ms. Nova hadn’t devolved Hank into Cujo… According to plan, Cassandra chimes in. …it’s doubtful he knows his way into it, Emma concludes.
But they assumed that all along, Perfection states. That’s why they bought someone there… who can go through it.
Elsewhere on the Institute grounds, Kitty Pryde races through the trees, eventually stumbling across Logan, crouched at the base of a tree and examining his leg. When she calls out to him, he places his finger to his lips, wanting her to hush. He tells her that she’ll bring the monster back. And he doesn’t know where Logan is. In his cups, no doubt.
Moving down to her knees, Kitty sits before the Logan at eye level. She tells him that it’s Emma. She’s messed with his brain, and she’s not alone. That doesn’t make any sense, he replies. There’s a monster, possible moose or bear. But blue, and he ate his leg but then he made claws, and he stabbed him… As Logan continues to ramble, telling her about how a good portion of his leg was eaten (but grew back) and how there was a bald lady, Kitty bites her lower lip, looking off into space.
Meanwhile, in the infirmary, Blindfold sits, cross-legged, in the middle of the floor, while Hisako hovers over the sink. Hearing something that only she can, Blindfold responds to the unheard voice with a greeting of “hello.” She tells it that she heard it before. She wasn’t certain who it was – and thanks it. In response to an unheard question, Blindfold replies that she doesn’t know. She can try.
Continuing his explanation, Logan informs Kitty that she also met an Oriental. Ignoring him, Kitty replies that the whole team is down. She should have seen this coming. To herself, Kitty thinks that she knew it was coming and she… All right, she thinks. She does this alone. Not a problem.
Defensively, Ellie tells the rest of the group that no one told her they’d need her! She means, why’d they have to wait all this time anyway… Interrupting, Cassandra states that she’s been saying that from the beginning. Prudence, Shaw replies. Now that the X-Men are out of commission… As if that doesn’t happen regularly, Cassandra interrupts again. Totally! Ellie agrees. There’s a dozen times they could’ve… It’s irrelevant, Shaw states. Until they have young Pryde back from the bowels of the Earth… It’s not her fault, Ellie yells.
Shut up! Just shut up! Emma shouts, her gloved hands covering her ears. The rest of the group, minus Perfection, stare at Emma in silence. After a moment, Emma tells them that she cannot hear them think. Or anything else, with all their babbling. When Cassandra speaks up, assuming aloud that Emma has a plan for retrieving the contents, Emma again tells her to be quiet. Does no one else hear that?
Moving into the next room, Emma finds a spacious room, with a high ceiling and technologically advanced equipment. Sensing something, Emma finds the source. “You,” she says to her reflection in a mirror. Did you really think you could hide in there? A moment later, a gloved fist erupts from within, phasing through the glass. The fist punches Emma is the nose, which erupts in a spray of blood. The fist then unclenches, grabbing Emma by her cape and pulling her forward to the mirror, which shatters by the impact. From behind the wall, Kitty kicks her phased leg through, though her foot becomes solid enough to impact Emma’s stomach, doubling her over.
Phasing through the wall, Kitty presses her attack with an elbow to Emma’s chin. “Hide?” she asks, “from you?” She continues to press, but her advantage comes to an end, when Kitty’s foot comes into contact with Emma’s now-living diamond face. Now on the offensive, Emma grabs Kitty by the throat, pushing her to the floor. “Well,” Emma remarks. “You know what they say…”
Much to her surprise, however, before she can complete her sentence, Emma finds herself phased through the floor and into the level below, screaming “Aaahh!” Mocking Emma as they both continue to descend into the Institute’s foundation, Kitty asks if they really say, “Aaaah.” She is pathetic, Kitty tells Emma.
Reaching her destination, a minute cavern deep underground, Kitty becomes solid, but holds Emma partially phased, with her head half inside solid rock. So positioned, Kitty tells Emma that, if she gets in her head, the rock gets into hers. Who is she working with?
Replying simply, Emma says the Hellfire Club, of course. Of course, Kitty spits back. Who? Sebastian Shaw, Emma states. Cassandra Nova. She hasn’t got a prayer against her. Asked about the kid, Emma states that she’s negasonic teenage warhead. Sarcastically, Kitty replies that they really have run out of names – and then asks who else. When Emma says that’s it, Kitty tells her to try again.  It’s just the four of them. Kitty can turn her brain to slate – which by the way she won’t – but that’s the truth.
Pulling Emma forward and out of the rock, Kitty tells Emma that she’s right. She’s not going to kill her. She’s going to let her stay down there… and think about what she’s done. With this, Kitty phases again and begins her ascent again, leaving Emma very much alone, deep underground.
Elsewhere in the Institute, shrouded in darkness, as well as her ever-present cloak, Perfection telepathically replies to Emma that of course she can hear her. She’s not to fret. She did just fine. Considering.
Making her way through the hallway of the Institute, Kitty peeks into a bedroom, finding several students fast asleep. She considers that one of them, Nova or that dream kid, Megalithic… something, might be able to help. However, she realizes that she’s still alone – and she doesn’t know these guys. As she begins to enter the file room to do research, she is startled by Logan, who appears behind her, scaring both of them.
Grabbing his shoulder, she asks him what he is doing there. She told him to hide. Replying sheepishly, Logan replies that she’s a girl and, if there’s danger about, he… Well, it isn’t right for a Howlett to hide behind someone’s skirts. He shan’t prize his life above his honor. Unless she thinks that’s a good idea.
Before she can respond, Kitty doubles over in pain, clutching her head. Behind her, coming up the hallway, is the cloaked and hooded figure of Perfection. Calling out to Kitty, Perfection tells her that it’s time. At long last, it’s time to make herself useful.  As Logan looks on in terror, immobilized by his fear, Kitty turns regard her attacker.
Forget what you’re thinking, Perfection tells her. Emma Frost may have been easy – embarrassingly easy – to take out… but even she was never a match… for the White Queen. With this, perfection removes her cloak and hood, revealing Emma Frost, as she once looked, many years ago when she was the White Queen of the Hellfire Club. Her hair and costume are the same as when Kitty first met her, upon joining the X-Men. Taking this in with wide eyes, Kitty is in stunned silence. After the initial shock wears off, she closes her eyes in confusion. “Yeahbuhwhat?
In a fireball, the shuttle carrying the escaping Ord of the Breakword explodes, its pieces raining down into the ocean below it. Back at the Peak, Special Agent Brand is informed that the shuttle is down, but they don’t read any life signs in it. In response, Brand remarks that she knew Ord would bail out. But now he’s gotta fly the rest of the way on his own power. That buys them time.
As the rest of the SWORD strike team prepares, Agent Deems tells Brand that, when Ord went out that window, he thought he was trying to off himself. Woulda made sense, Brand replies. She means, what would he do if the one mutant destined to destroy your entire planet…is the one he brought back to life?
As the rest of the strike team prepares to deploy, Agents Brand and Deems regard the folder, labels Psychic probability report: Breakword, laying on the desk. From out of the side of the file is the photo of Piotr Rasputin, in his organic steel form of Colossus.


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Sitting in her hospital bed as her husband leans over her shoulder, Kitty Rasputin stares down at her newborn son and addresses him by name. “Michael.” It’s nice to meet you, she tells him.
Entering the room together, Scott Summer, Emma Frost, Logan and Hank McCoy greet the new parents, with Logan asking if he can finally smoke a cigar now. When Scott wonders if it is visiting hours yet, Hank suggests that they could wait outside. He’s a cat – he’s great at pacing. Dismissing this, Kitty promptly introduces Michael to his “insane family.” Hearing this, Logan is incredulous, asking what happened to “Logan.” Cocking an eyebrow, Emma asks whether at some point they become cute – is that how it works? Grinning himself, Scott tells Emma to stow it – he’s a dreamboat. At the foot of the bed, Hank tells Kitty that they’re so proud of her and asks if they can hold him. Soon as he’s twelve, Kitty replies.
Excusing himself, a new visitor enters the room, asking if he can get a look. Smiling, Kitty introduces Michael to Professor Xavier, adding that she made him herself. Suddenly, little Michael wakes up, grudgingly at first but quickly bawling at his newfound consciousness. Startled slightly, Kitty quips to the group, “I think I broke it.” When Piotr asks if she thinks he’s hungry, Kitty asks everyone to talk amongst themselves. She’s gotta work this feeding-thing out. As Kitty begins to console the crying Michael, Xavier looks on, grimacing.
(later)
Kitty and Piotr sit on the grass in a park, near a statue dedicated to the fallen of Genosha. Holding out her arms, Kitty beckons to Michael, now a toddler, who is attempting to walk to his mother. Arigato! Mama, Arigato! little Michael calls out to his astonished mother, who tells her equally astonished husband that she has no idea where that comes from. She thought he’d pick up some Russian… When Piotr suggests that maybe he has a power after all, Kitty asks if he means like Doug’s. Wouldn’t that be great… But not likely, Piotr replies.
When Michael succeeds in bridging the gap to his mother, Kitty picks him up. She tells Michael that she doesn’t care. Power, no powers… how can anybody think that matters? As Michael pleads with his mom to put him upon her shoulders with an emphatic, “Up on! Up on!” Kitty tells her husband that Michael’s magic. Their own crazy magic spell.
The family moment is quickly broken by the arrival of Professor Xavier, who coldly instructs her to put the boy down. He’s afraid it’s not safe. The seriousness of the situation is punctuated by the arrival of the rest of the X-Men – Cyclops, Emma, Wolverine and the Beast – all in costume, arriving from the opposite direction. Repeating Xavier’s key word, “it,” Kitty holds her son to her chest and asks what he means that it’s not safe. What are they all doing? What they have to, Wolverine replies coldly. His expression stoic, Cyclops adds that he wishes it were different. If there was another way…
As Piotr transforms his flesh to the organic-steel of Colossus, Kitty holds Michael even closer, tells Xavier that they have two seconds to explain – and stop moving! Inching closer in his hover-chair, Xavier tells Kitty not to try to phase. He’s locked her power out of her brain. When Kitty asks again what’s going on, Emma answers. Michael has power, she explains. The Professor sensed it the day he was born. They’ve been trying to understand it… What power? Kitty demands, interrupting. Terrible power, the Beast replies simplistically. What power? Kitty yells. They can’t come in there with some vague junk about the future and expect them to give up their son!
Piotr begins to interrupt, but Kitty continues watching the X-Men. She tells her husband to just hold them off for two minutes, she knows he can do it. However, when she looks up at him, she sees Piotr, still in his armored form, with a sad expression on his face and his fist raised. “I’m sorry, Kitty,” he tells her.
(still later)
Piotr Rasputin sits motionless in a chair, his back straight and eyes forward. Behind him, silhouetted in the darkened room by light flowing through the rainy windows, Kitty Pryde stands on a chair, holding the handle of a phased axe through his head. Apologizing to him, she tells him that if he blinks she lets go. “Where is my son,” she says, more in a threatening statement than a question.
Motionless as commanded, Piotr asks Kitty if she would murder him. To this, Kitty tells him not to talk to her like a person. He needs to be isolated, Piotr replies. If he could have been with him… Teeth bared, Kitty spits back that Piotr is not a person. He’s a big, metal, @#$%ing robot, and somehow she didn’t see it. Their son! Eighteen months she’s in that… place… figuring, waiting… She sang him to sleep. Every night. He’s her son, so she did that. Five hundred and forty-seven times. It was for her. To help her. Because Michael, five hundred and forty-seven time he went to bed without her, not understanding. Not safe, not fair, for a child, he’s a child… Her child. Not his. Robot. Where?
Casting down her eyes downward, Piotr relents. He tells her that Michael is in the basement. In a box. He tells her to go. He won’t try to stop her.
(reality)
Her eyes tear-filled, though seeing a world different from the one in which she walks, Kitty Pryde, clad in her X-Men costume, repeats Piotr’s words: Basement. Box.. As she walks down the hallway, Kitty is watched by a cringing Logan and a maniacally smiling Emma Frost, herself clad in the attire of the White Queen.
In the orbital space station called the Peak, agents of SWORD ready a spacecraft. On the main deck of the ship, Special Agent Brand asks alien advisor Sydren if it is Frost. Speaking in his alien lisp, Sydren replies, Mosssst like. Incredulous, Brand responds to the thought of Frost attacking her own team. Fury briefed her on the possibility. There are, Sydren interrupts, anomalies in his sensings… One that seems to match Cassandra Nova… but not… it’sss… Annoyed, Brand tells Sydren to spit it out – but with less spiting. Not ssstable, Sydren continues. There and gone. But she’s supposed to be the best, Brand counters. Could be blocking him out…
Interrupting the two, Agent Deems informs Brand that they are eighty miles out. They have a visual from the mole. Turning to the screen, Brand and Sydren see Ord of the Breakworld jetting above the tree line, hanging onto a robotic creature, the bottom half of which is a rocket and the top resembling a female. When Brand asks who the “tinker-toy” is, Deem replies, “Danger.” He explains that she’s A.I., Shi’ar tech. @#$%ing Shi’ar, Brand curses, then adding that she wishes someone would prophesy the end of those clowns… Returning to the issue of Danger, Agent Deems tells Brand that they think she’s responsible for that last ass-whupping this X-team took. The wild sentinel incident…
Considering this, Brand remarks that Ord has an ally who’s not a moron. And can control all their systems, Deems adds. That’s how he escaped. Right, Brand replies. She then orders him to put all the techs on stasis alert and to run a block on any network intrusions that smell remotely Shi’ar. She doesn’t want to fall out of the air. Apart from that, no deviation.
Suddenly receiving a message from the translator device, Deems informs Brand that it says the mole wants to engage. Replying no, Brand replies that they let Ord reach ground zero. When Deems reports that the mole is determined, Brand interrupts and instructs him to just patch her in. Once he has done so, Brand begins to speak in an alien language, which is transmitted to the ground far below. As the mole watches Danger and Ord rocket overhead toward the mansion, Brand’s instructions are received. Hovering in mid-air from the flapping of his wings, Lockheed the dragon listens to his orders.
In the mansion, Logan gently nudges the shoulder of Hisako, pleading for her to wake up. Regaining consciousness, she realizes aloud that she passed out again. His eyes wide with fear, Logan confirms, adding that everyone’s asleep except for the Pryde girl, and she’s come over a bit funny. Helped back to her feet by Logan, Hisako asks, “Funny how?” Beginning to ramble incoherently, Logan replies that she just walked off! They saw a woman who claimed to be a queen but as she’d forgotten her skirt (he could clearly see the silhouette of her undercurve) he assumes she must be mad – thought that doesn’t preclude her from royalty; one reads about George the Third bumbling away the Americas…
Having had enough of his ramblings, Hisako grabs Logan by the shirt and pulls him close. “What happened to Ms. Pryde?” she demands.
A woman on a mission, Kitty Pryde takes the direct route, using her phasing powers to walk through walls. Walking silently, with fists clenched, Kitty thinks how they fail you. They leave you or they let you down. They die. Or worse. The only man in this world that she will ever truly trust… is the one she made.
Having reached her destination, Kitty finds a spacious room, with the object of her attention in plain view. It is a rectangular box, with its ends tapering into points, like pyramids. Eerie yellow lights shine from four small windows. Walking up to the box, Kitty’s thoughts go to her little boy inside. My little man. My Michael. Mommy’s here.
Back in sick bay, Piotr Rasputin stirs, speaking Kitty’s name before he has even fully regained consciousness. Helping him up, Blindfold says hello to him. Beginning to rise, Piotr speaks Shaw’s name, then remarking that the Hellfire Club is back. Yes, she replies. And she has, if he pleases, his orders.
As the Beast, now as feral as his name, feasts on a downed deer, the White Queen informs Cassandra Nova that things are going quite well. Stone-faced, Cassandra asks the Queen why isn’t it done, then? It’s being done, the White Queen replies. This is the most delicate part. She needs to be patient. She has the soul of patience, “you underclad cretin,” Cassandra rejoins. Ignoring the insult, the Queen replies that Cassandra has by far the most to lose, so she should stop pretending she’s in charge of this operation. To her, the Queen adds, speaking to the nearby Sebastian Shaw and Ellie Phimister as much as Cassandra, they are all expendable.
Half turning with a cocked eyebrow, Cassandra asks if she really means all of them. Even her… how shall she say… better half? Thinking to the other Emma Frost, who is currently in a small gap somewhere below the foundation of the mansion, the White Queen asks if she means “the imposter.” Oh, her most of all, the White Queen replies.
At the box, Kitty Pryde rubs her hands over the container. She knows what this is, she thinks. Hyperdense alloy, submolecular shift matrix. Even trickier than the cell they had her in. Can’t phase through like she’s used to. Kitty-proofed.
Though four lasers begin to fire from the corners of the box, each harmlessly passing through her phased body, Kitty’s mind does not wander. Except, she continues in thought, the Kitty they were dealing with hadn’t spent a year and a half in a black room with nothing to do but focus on exactly this. Spin your atoms all you want, she mentally tells the box. She can get past it. She can get him out.
With great concentration, eliciting sweat on her furrowed brow, Kitty’s hands begin to pierce the shell of the box. As her left hand begins to phase into the container, alarms go off and Kitty is rocked in pain, screaming out into the otherwise empty chamber. Through gritted teeth, Kitty pushes her hand further into the box, followed by her arm until her face is against the container. The pain is nearly unbearable, causing Kitty to consider giving up. However, another moment later, something gives her hope. I can feel him, she thinks.
Walking down the corridor of the Institute, Hisako asks Logan if he has any idea where she went. Perhaps where she’s from the children “float through the walls,” Logan replies, but he never learned it. She went down. And westerly, he thinks. As Hisako mutters something in Japanese, Logan tells her they’re to have no more of that heathen funny talk. When she suggests no talk at all, Logan reminds her that he’s got claws.
Suddenly, the world around Hisako and Logan erupts in fire, as Danger’s rocket form plows through the walls of the Institute, burrowing into the lower levels below and hurling the two backwards.
Below, Ellie Phimister glances upwards, sensing something approaching. Also detecting the disturbance but unconcerned, the White Queen tells Ellie to ignore it. They’re almost there.
In a level above them, Danger as begun to reconfigure her lower torso from that of a jet engine to ambulatory legs. As she does so, Danger tells Ord of the Breakworld that the alloys she borrowed from that space station are infinitely useful. She hardly misses her hard-light capabilities. Emerging from the dust, Ord tells Danger just to tell him where he is. Their new housing system, the robot replies, placed him exactly where they are. It’s a special scramble code; they’ve upgraded. She’ll need thirty seconds.
Nearby, Logan lies on his back on the floor of a nearby kitchen area, unconscious. As a delayed reaction from the impact of Danger’s landing, a beer can rolls off of the refrigerator shelf, which was also knocked open, and falls onto Logan’s nose, waking him up. Reaching for the can, Logan picks it up before sitting upright. Examining the top of the can, Logan’s mind finds new clarity, resulting in a markedly altered demeanor.
Still considering their next course of direction, Danger vocalizes that something is not right. Angered by the implication, Ord reminds the android that she promised him… Interrupting Ord, Danger informs him that she’s experiencing an unprecedented cognitive dissonance. Locators are fluctuating. It’s… She’s lost. Their computer can’t be this good. Returning to the subject at hand, Ord speaks the name of his quarry. Rasputin. Just Rasputin. He will beg if he must. Take him to him, he pleads. Help him save his world.
Yelling in pain as sweat pours from her forehead, Kitty finally succeeds, pulling forth her son from the container. Holding him close to her chest, she bolts away from her son’s prison before eventually collapsing to her knees. Silently calling out to God, she thanks Him. However, it is not God’s voice that Kitty hears next, but that of Piotr Rasputin, who speaks her name. When she looks up at him with eyes filled with anger, he asks her what she’s doing. Still exhausted by her task, Kitty haltingly tells Piotr that she did what he wouldn’t… She saved their son.
Looking down at what Kitty is cradling, Piotr sees no infant, but a larva-shaped, green slug, dripping with goo. Piotr’s eyes go wide at the sight of it, moments before rolling back in his head. A moment later, Kitty drops the blob, which lands with a splat, followed by she herself.
As Kitty and Piotr lay on the floor, unconscious, Cassandra Nova examines the blob, remarking that it’s about time. She cannot imagine, Cassandra tells the White Queen, what it’s like to be trapped in that slimy mess. Of course she can, the Queen rejoins. Speaking back to the Queen, as well as Shaw and Ellie, Cassandra tells them that she has to thank them all for their parts in this. Smirking at this, Shaw asks if this is sentiment. From her?
Ignoring Shaw, Cassandra tells them that, as soon as she is free of that thing and back to full power, she will melt every one of them into nothingness. So, she thought she’d thank them now. It’s been, of course, a pleasure, Shaw replies, showing no reaction to the threat. Beats a mass grave in Genosha any day, Ellie adds. Returning back to the blob itself, the Queen asks Cassandra if she may assume her choice of a new host body. Oh, yes, Cassandra replies, as she looks on at the unconscious Kitty. And, be assured, she will take much better care of that hair. As the White Queen concentrates on her task, Cassandra asks how long. Minutes at most, she replies. But, she would like to know…
Suddenly, the sounds of three gunshots erupt through the chamber and the White Queen lurches forward, her back arched backward from the impact. Doubling over a moment later, the Queen clutches her stomach, from which exit wounds gush forth blood. In shock as much as pain, the Queen mutters that this is impossible. Interrupting her, the gunman apologizes to her, but tells Emma that it’s like she said, he doesn’t have any claws. Holding his smoking pistol, Cyclops looks on with naked eyes, emitting nothing except looks of anger and rage.