Normally, she would have grinned at the statement and basked in the swell of pride sure to follow. Now, however, she was concentrating on running, and going over just how she was going to carry an unconscious clone army style out of the school.

...Whelp, no better time than the present to find out!

"Yep! Don't worry tho', the worst he can do is beat us up a little! It builds character!"[/color] She elbowed her way past a few teens rudely, hopping onto the table where the prone clone lay, and toed it in the ribs with her foot. "Hey! Get up you, or i'll sell you to the gypsies!"

A few girls were yammering on about how the school nurse and security were probably on their way, while some of the boys went over to check on the downed back-pack owner. Damnit, they were running out of time!

"@&#%!" Dropping to a knee and wrestling the delirious duplicate into a sitting position, she grabbed a hold of the sides of it's head and twisted sharply to the left. Something cracked loudly, and the duplicate flailed at her. "Ow! That hurts! Stoppit!"

Elke tried again, to the right this time, with the same results. "Damnit, this always works in Steven Seagull movies!"

“No it doesn't,” grumbled Clyde. He'd had a few of those incidents in his younger years. It was enough to know that getting pounded just eroded any remaining character away.

Clyde struggled to make his way through the crowd. Thus far, they had a dupe, a bound-to-be-ultra-enraged teenage guy, and an entire crowd to worry about. Something needed to be done. Though, it seemed Elke already had a plan. She had a hold on Elke Two and-

WAS TRYING TO TWIST HER HEAD!!!

“What ah you doing?!” Clyde shouted, horrified. “Don't break her neck!” Even though the clones weren't “real,” that was still brutal by his standards. Alive or not, the clone looked human and was pleading with her. It was as close to (thankfully attempted) murder as it gets.

He knew about her beef with the social workers and had already inferred that she hadn't had a proper upbringing, but he had to ask himself the question again.

What type of kid was this?

“What ah you doing?! Don't break her neck!”

Elke paused, hands still gripping the clones head on either sides, and blinked at Clyde with an incredulous look on her face. "What? Why not?" She couldn't fathom why he'd want her to stop, considering it was his secret she was going to all this trouble to protect. Huffing, she released her twin and crossed her arms. What now? Everyone around them was muttering about this and that; eyes were focused on the spectacle her and her twin had become.

Wait a tic.

"Who do you think you are tellin' me what to do, ya stupid human?!" Pinning her eyes solely on Clyde, she dearly hoped the ruse she had planned would work-- even if it wouldn't play out in her favor.

"You've been chasing me around this whole time blabbling don't do this and don't do that!" She pointed a finger at him accusingly, before quickly angling it around at the teenage crowd. "You! All of you humans think you can tell us what to do!"

Her twin managed to get to her feet beside her, and Elke snatched on of her arms up in a tight iron-y grip. "We are the future! We are Homo-superior!"

Quickly, just as realization started to dawn among those gathered, Elke and her twin started loudly chanting various mutant relation slogans. Most of which she'd heard on TV. Her hope was that Clyde would blend into the crowd. With her standing on the table making such a ruckus he'd have a chance to slip away.

The poor owner of the backpack, back on his feet once more (if a little unsteadily), bulldozed his way up to the table. His face was beet red; his fists clenched so tight in anger that his knuckles would probably be permanently white. With a growl he snatched Elke off her feet, leaving her dangling by the front of her shirt, and was about to unleash a torrent of furious screaming in her face, when-

"Alright! Break it up! Everyone back to class, NOW"

The principal, flanked by two school security officers, appeared. The Native grinned wickedly into the face of her enraged adversary as he forced himself to set her down.

"I want someone to explain to me what's going on here, and I want it ten minutes ago!" The principal, clad in a clean pressed suit, looked from Elke, to the larger teen, to Clyde, and then to Elke's supposed twin. "Well?"

Clyde found it unsettling that Elke didn't see anything wrong with snapping someone's neck, even if it wasn't real. “It just doesn't seem right,” he mumbled.

He stared at Elke blankly when she suddenly began yelling at him. Did she even understand the implications of referring to mutants as Homo superior? Wait... this was some sort of trick to make people think he was not a mutant.

Quickly, Clyde ran up to the two to try to make it stop. “Wait, just a-”

A person shouting cut him off. Clyde turned around.

It was the principal. Oh crap. Slowly, Clyde backed away to put some distance between himself and the others. The principal was obviously not happy with what was going on, and she was wanting an explanation. It didn't feel right leaving Elke to the principal's mercy when she had tried to him like that, but he couldn't exactly lie to the principal, either. For a moment, Clyde looked up at the principal, unsure of what to do. “Umm... it looked like he was going to beat her up because she stole his backpack,” Clyde spoke uneasily. “May I go back to class now?”

He felt guilty for potentially putting Elke in a bad position, but maybe it was for the better. She needed to learn to respect the rules and face the consequences for going through the guy's backpack.

“May I go back to class now?”

The principal stared down her nose at the boy with her lips pursed, but after a few minutes of listening to Elke's twin hollering on in the background the woman pinched the bridge of her nose and waved the boy off. "Yes, yes, go back to class. If I call for you though, I expect to see you in my office promptly!"

She turned her back on Clyde, focusing on the teen who'd apparently had his backpack stolen, and the smaller girl who was grinning like she didn't have a care in the world. "Do you two think this is funny, hmm?" The boy opened his mouth to defend himself, pointing out that the girl had attacked him twice, but the principal cut him off. "No excuses! You do realize that this might have been resolved sooner and without such a fuss if you had reported your backpack missing in the first place?"

Elke and her twin both stuck their tongues out at the boy, but both were quickly pulled back into place when the principal latched onto an ear with each hand. "That is enough out of you two! I should call the police for all of the trouble you've caused today!" She angled a sharp glare at all three children and started tugging the twins away toward her office. "Follow me you three, we have a lot to talk about before the day is over."

Clyde quickly nodded. “Yes, ma'am.” Few dared to cross the principal, and Clyde didn't have a good reason to risk the consequences for doing so.

He didn't think Elke had a good reason to, either, but she crossed her anyways. She didn't look sorry at all for stealing the backpack. Behavior like that made Clyde wonder if she respected anyone at all.

The teen wasn't getting off easy, either. The principal was right; things would have been easier if he'd reported the stolen backpack, and Clyde might not have been dragged into the mess.

Sticking out their tongues at the teen? Really? That was quite immature. The principal obviously didn't approve, as she grabbed both Elke and clone by the ear. Clyde watched as she dragged them, followed by the big teen, towards the administration building.

He then turned away and jogged the opposite direction. If he didn't hurry, he was going to be late for class.