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"It's fine Em." Dylan laughed, He put the bottle of water down and shrugged. "I can surprise you in many more ways than that." He said, quietly.

Emily put down the cloth, raised an eyebro, and laughed. "Your funny." She says in a monotonous way.
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Scarlet smiled down at Drake, and got back into her book.

"That's what I mean." Dylan said, turning to look at her. "I'm serious, I can show you a whole different side if you just gave it a chance." He shrugged, and took a drink of water.

"Dylan, I, you remember when feelings were brought up yesterday? I said feelings are weak, so I don't have feelings. I wasn't lying, I don't feel anything but anger and nothingness, or general acknowledgement. " Emily says, her brown eyes remaining distant.

"Well let me have a chance to change that." Dylan said, taking one of her hands in both of his. "Just a chance, you'll realize that having feelings isn't so bad." He said, looking down into her eyes with his dark blue ones. "Just a chance."

Emily pulls her hands away from his, "Let's start as friends, ok? Then, we work from there." She says, crossing her arms.

"That's what I meant, dipshit." Dylan said, grinning and poking her head. "Lighten up a bit?"

"Whatever, must don't sneak up on me if I'm holding something sharp, or ever." Emily says, sitting back down, her eyes trained on a spot on the wall.

"Gladly." Dylan said, poking her again. "I'll see ya later then." He said, then walked out.

"Another thing, please don't poke me." Emily says, shooting him a small smirk.

Dylan ran back in, poked her cheek, and then left again. "Another thing. Don't tell me what to do." He said, walking backwards out of the room, then turning around and leaving.

Lucas approached the door, knocking on it. He carried a duffel bag with a few essentials; some whisky, a journal, and clothing.

Artemis, whose new invisibility had dissipated, had returned to the mansion soon after he left the group. Levitating through the halls, he had stopped across from the entrance. Wide eyes watching the doors, he looked around for a reaction, before going to answer himself. He landed a few feet away from the doors, opening them as he walked. Standing in the doorway seconds later, he inspected Lucas, folding his arms. "Mutant?"

"I guess you could call me that," Lucas shrugged. "Nice to meet you, I'm guessing this is Xavier's school?" He looked around, inspecting the building of the large land.

A portal appeared in the front yard. From the inside, the image was quite obviously of Sydney, Australia as the Sydney Opera House was clearly in the distance. A white kid with black hair and brown eyes poked his head through it looking around. "G'day, is this Xaviers?" The kid asked with a pronounced Australian accent.

"S'what it says at the gate." Artemis shrugged, stepping back. "Name's Arty. I'm a student, so I can't do the whole, y'know, registration thing." He explained, floating once again. "Just, uh, wait around while I find a guy who can help you. Or, don't and look around. I don't care."

"Mmm, very hard to do that. I need to be invited into the household. Part of my powers, I guess." Lucas said.

Raising a brow, Artemis flicked his gaze to inspect Lucas once again. "You're invited in." He said, hesitating for a few seconds.

Lucas looked down, then stepped inside. "Thanks." He said, sensing the hesitations from the gel-covered-hair teenager. "I'll just wait, then."

Ryan sat in front of the t.v, his chin on his chest. His milky white eyes seemed to be completely blank, almost as if he fell asleep with his eyes open. But he wasn't, he was just really, really, REALLY bored.

Ken sat next to Ryan and changed the channel to the news. "My god... (TO BE CONTINUED IN ISSUE #2)

Leia sat in a chair, watching Supernatural on the tv in the living room. "I'm so booreedd," she groaned, tossing her head back.

Alex had not been seen for about four days now. But talk around much of the staff, was he was killed, or taken hostage by some rival. Who it was, was unknown.

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MRD underground facility.

Alex hangs limp from vibranium chains that are nailed tightly to the ceiling of his room, which was entirely made of metal. He was shirtless, and his Jeans were torn and bloody, his feet were bare. He was sweaty, and nearly every inch of his body was bloody or bruised. He looked at the ground, fully awake as he awaited his next 'Torture, 101, Class." As his abusers called it.