(OOC: I really wasn't planning on fighting him. Just shooting him then see what happens. Question: can I still teleport if/when Seizure uses his powers on me?)

Shade found out very quickly that most of the files were nearly worthless. The Order didn't need information on a seven year old that could levitate. However, he did find some interesting characters. A young, female fire manipulator, a guy that glowed all the time, even a mutant that could turn into a mermaid, and several others. He quickly snapped them before continuing on.

However, one file made him stop in dead. It was a file on a woman named Layla. Her powers were interesting sure, but what caught his attention was her known family. She had two mutant siblings, a sister and a brother named Avello. Shade didn't recognize the name, but his mutations were sure familiar. Huge, red, fur, long tail, inhuman strength. There was only one person it could be: Abyss.

Shade could only wonder if the big, red mutant knew his sister was here with the X-men. He'd have to talk to him later about it. The flash of the camera meant another report down. Shade was about to resume his search when a knock interrupted him. The shadowy mutant had time to turn his head before a voice sounded behind him. Shade didn't move a muscle for a second as the silent intensived.

"Redecorating." Shade said slyly in his rasping voice. A second passed as a dagger materialized in the robber's hand, then with a swift kick backwards, Shade sent the rolling chair, usually reserved for the head mistress, carrenning towards the silver man. A flying dagger sliced the power cord to the lamp as the room instantly went dark. The now invisble mutant gracefully leapt over the large wooden desk and jumped, kicking the door off its hinges and hopefully dealing with the person who had knocked as well.

(OOC: I hope everything is fine with this post. I'll be trying very hard not to god-mod in the near future, but if I do, please feel free to tell me and i'll modify it.)

Streak watched carefully as this new mutant paused. He took a step forward and was about to confront the mutant when suddenly, he threw the chair behind the desk at Streak. It was late so Streak wasn't expecting this kind of move from anyone. He also wasn't ready for it. Streak jumped as well as he could, considering how tired he was. The silver man almost cleared the chair, but his feet caught on the very top of the back part of the chair. His hands flew forwards to protect his head from getting hurt.

It wasn't a graceful fall, to say the least. In fact it was a very noisy fall. Part of his body hit the chair and sent it rocketing into the wall creating a loud bang. When Streak hit the floor with a loud thud the lights went out. "Oww!" Streak yelled. He quickly got up and looked around to no avail. He was blind in the sudden darkness. As soon as he was able he moved slowly towards the door. "I hope someone heard that." He said to himself, having no idea if the other mutant was still in the room or not.

Garrett was waiting for Neena to come to the door when he heard two voices suddenly. Nether of them were Neena's as they were both male. He put his ear to the door when the lights went out and he heard a loud crash. It sounded like furniture being thrown around. He reflexively worked the knob, hoping Neena wasn't in danger. He knew she could handle herself, but it could easily be two on one.

He stepped back a few feet and ran towards the door, hoping to batter it down with his shoulder. As he reached the door, it exploded towards him, hitting him with its force and his own. He landed hard, the door's weight on top of him. He groaned in pain and looked from his low vantage point to see two feet standing there. His reactive nervous system lashed out with pain as he reached out from under the door to try to grab the feet.

She heard voices and doors. A scuffle? Her sleep addled brain processed things slowly and fantastically. Maya dreamed a large cat-like creature was chewing on her shoulder. It was uncomfortable but no where near as uncomfortable as the loud banging sounds it was making with it's paws. It was carrying her toward a dark place and she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to go. More crashing, louder this time, jolted Ghost awake.

She wasn't entirely sure what she was witnessing. From the time she opened her eyes, Ghost saw a door taking a downward arc to the ground and someone, she couldn't tell exactly who, was being squished beneath the solid wood. Her eyes widened further at the scene as she really couldn't see much of anyone who had caused the door to explode. Actually, her senses were so different when she was incorporeal that she didn't see as she normally would - she "saw" more in shapes and forms without color or design. What had knocked down the door was... shocking. It was almost like a soft hazy shadow... a slip of a person. It was strange for her to think of him as a shadow since she saw neither light nor dark, only solid forms that the air had to move around. She just couldn't be sure if anyone was actually there.

Instinctively she began making the air thicker, more humid, almost chewably thick. She felt movement from something inside the office - what that the intruder? Had he blasted the door open by some concussive blast? "S-Stop!" The hallway echoed, every molecule of air within 20 feet reverberating with her vapid command. She almost felt stupid talking to what must be an empty hallway. Maya continued to leech all usable air from the corridor and Neena's office as fast as her power would allow, she drew it into herself. Unless she could directly touch someone, she wouldn't be suffocating anyone, just make it considerably harder to breathe and hopefully, much harder to run away.

(ooc: Not trying to get out of turn, just setting up a preplanned motion for Shade.)

Garrett's body and mind were reeling with pain. He reached out for feet but he realized it was his mind playing tricks on him. there were no feet. Just the throbbing of his nerves. He had rolled to his stomach, pushing the door up as he got to his hands and knees. He was gasping a bit for breath, he couldn't tell if he had broken anything. It was just hard to breathe, the air was thick in his lungs. He heard Maya's voice telling him to stop.

"I-I have to get up, Maya. Someone is here."

He made it to one knee, pushing the door to the side off of him. He stood up, swaying slightly as his legs were trying to overcome the shock of the door hitting him. He staggered around, reaching for the wall for support. He took a few breaths, wiping what he thought was sweat from his eye. It smelled different though. He felt with his fingers in the semi darkness of the hallway, feeling a cut over his eye. he shook his head a few times, trying to shake the grog away so he could help.

Ethan didn't respond to the student talking to him, he was to busy listening for any sign that something was there. Then there was a loud bang from downstairs. "Come on!" Ethan flew down the hallway and took a left at the end not even bothering to follow the stairs he dropped down between the railings and to the first floor he flew quickly down the hallway and saw a one mutant struggling to his feet and a man with a gray cape who he didn't recognize and obviously didn't belong. "Hey you! Stop!" Ethan concintrated hard and his skin grew brighter and brighter so that to anyone besides himself there was a blinding white light. He flew forward quickly and kicked towards the caped figure.

Sam was trailing the kid as he ran down the hall. But problem was Sam’s vision soon left him. It got so bright that when he closed his eyes it felt like they were still open. Instinctively Sam activated his powers hoping they would tone the light down a bit. Sam only let out a yell followed by “To Bright.”

Things were definitely going from bad to worse. After the unexpeted entry of the man in silver, Shade had managed to kick down the door and swash the polite mansion resident who had been nice enough to knock before entering. However as the shadowy mutant had tried to escape from the compromising scene, a pain like nothing Shade had ever experienced shot through his right leg. It was like a thousand red-hot needles had pierced his skin, straight to the bone. With his entire leg went numb, Shade barely managed to stumble away. Suddenly, the air thickened as the robber began to wobble down the corridor. Shade watched as the hanging ghost of the girl seemed to awake from her death only to yell out at Shade.

"I don't have time for this." Shade whispered under his breath. An instant later, he was behind the ghost at the end of the hall. Shade quickly retrieved the dart gun from his side, and aimed it at the floating figure.

"Feel free to look me up in hell, ghost!" Shade said invisbly, before pulling the trigger, releasing the air pressure in the gun, sending the dart spiraling towards the specter.

To his right, Shade suddenly saw the movement of light, his worse enemy especially at this moment. The shadowy mutant materialized a dagger waiting for what he thought of the light of a secruity guard's flashlight. However, it took Shade by surprise as a huge glowing figure turned the corner. It was the mutant Shade had read about- the one with glowing skin. The theiving mutant had to shield his eyes as the light intensived, only to have the wind knocked out of when as the brightly lit mutant smashed into his now visible chest. Shade was sent flying, landing on his back several yards down the hall parallel to the one leading to the office.

(OOC: Will post again after I know the effects of Haywire on the person shot.)

Neena grunted as the faint sounds of something falling inside the Mansion reached her. It could have been anything from someone rooting around for a midnight snack, to some of the younger nocturnal mutants playing tag in the dark hallways again. The later tended to forget that the majority of Mansion residents held to the 'Awake during the day, sleep at night' mantra.

With a huge yawn and deep stretch, she rolled over onto her stomach. She blinked, switching over to xray vision. Starting with the most popular night activity spot, the Kitchen, she began a careful search of the floors below the source of the commotion. She'd end up with a headache, from trying to look through three floors of space, but it took much less effort than climbing all the way back down to the ground, or trying to find the nearest open window.

Besides, she was still favoring her ankle after her training session with Garrett, earlier that day. The DocProf had nearly worn himself out as well, so she'd managed to convince him that her foot could wait a day.

Her scan didn't show anything in the Kitchen, so she moved on, slowly.

"Gah! What the-" she exclaimed and pulled back. She blinked her eyes furiously, trying to get rid of the sudden spots dancing in front of her eyes.

Well, she'd found the source of the commotion, in the lower halls by the classrooms. But she'd also managed to look directly into someone's obnoxiously bright flashlight at the same time. The double whammy of actively using her special vision, and her natural sensitivity to sunlight, meant that she'd effectively been blinded for a few moments.

She rubbed her watering eyes. She could see, but floating afterimage shadows now blocked part of her sight. And until it cleared, the rest of her visions would be useless, too.

She sighed, and moved to the edge of the building. With her eyesight wacky, and her ankle still tender, it would be a long climb down. She didn't usually get angry, but as soon as she reached the ground, the flash-light user was going to get a major tongue-lashing.

Who plays night-tag with a flashlight, anyway? Where was the fun in that?

(OOC: Neena's headed for the back door, not the front. Just fyi. )

Maya recognized Garrett's voice and eased up on the air quality around him. He was stumbling a bit as he got up- it seemed the door had given him a pretty good squish. Ghost would have loved to help him up but that would have required that she untangle herself from the vent's suction and become solid again and it had to happen in that order. The problem was that Garrett had said that someone was here. Her best defense was to remain less than solid and if Garrett was injured she aimed to protect him.

Ghost focused her senses feeling the 3 dimensional space around them. There were two people running up to join them: a fiend would run away not toward.

"I don't have time for this." Ghost snapped her attention toward the place where she felt the words form against the air, rather than actually hearing them. She flung a great gust down the empty hallway, but it seemed she was too late.

"Feel free to look me up in hell, ghost!" The words this time were from a different place. She hadn't felt her attack connect. What manner of creep was this guy!? Her head turned this way and that out of habit, though her eyes were not what allowed her to "see" in this form. She heard a pneumatic hiss and felt something pass straight through her as she began to search again for the intruder. It slowed slightly as it passed through the denser air of her substance, but arced beautifully into the person standing just next to her: Garrett.

"Hey you, Stop!"
"Too bright."

To Ghost, there was no brightness, only form. She felt the second figure, Sam, move to protect his eyes as the first figure attacked. The effect on the intruder seemed great. As soon as the two turned the corner, Ghost was able to feel where the slippery mutant was. He was knocked back several feet by the sudden attack. Now that her allies outnumbered her enemies, Ghost let her hold on the air quality slip and fade. The air thinned considerably and fresh waves of oxygen came rushing in as the air sought to equalize itself.

She'd let the boys rumble- they could take care of themselves, right? Time had stopped for her as she had one worry on her mind: Garrett. Ghost concentrated carefully to disentangle herself from the suction so that she could possibly find out what in the world had he been shot with.

Garrett's vision started to come around, the blood was the only factor as it leaked into his eye from the cut. There was a person there. He saw the dark man staggering backwards. Everything was out of focus, pain throbbing in his head like a truck had hit it, a door shaped one. Maya was yelling again, it took him a moment to realize it was the intruder she had been yelling at. The air had lightened thankfully, also seemingly a product of her power.

""Feel free to look me up in hell, ghost!""

Garrett's adrenaline kicked in, fearing something was about to happen to her. He stood up straight and took a step forward when a bright light appeared ahead from around the corner. It seemed like a silent train was bearing down on the man, his outline visible in the sudden brightness. It hurt Garrett's eyes so he put his arm up in front of his face to shield them.

There was a poke. It felt like a syringe or a blood tester. Something hit him in the chest. He reached down and felt something sticking there in it."What the..hell?" He pulled it free, examining it, the new light in the hallway illuminating the scene. He held it in his hand, his fingers exploring it. It was a dart. and something was dripping from the end. He put the dart in his pocket. He'd have to che..mmmmm....

There was a strange sensation at once. He looked at the injection site. Other than a small spot of blood on his shirt, nothing was there. He noticed though that the pain and nausea was gone. all sensation was gone. The voices, the commotion in the hall, the hall itself. Gone. Darkness. Was he blinded? Was he hit with a tranquilizer? He felt his head drooping.

The nerves in his body seemed to sizzle. There was an acute sensation as if every time his heart took a beat, his lungs took a breath, waves of this sizzling and popping sensation moved through him. He could hear something pulsating. It seemed to be coming from everywhere. A slow , steady pulse. In the darkness of his mind, he could see every nerve fiber moving in time with the pulse. The pulse was coming from within. It was a dull, bloody red color.

Light returned to his senses. Everything was in slow motion. The dark man falling backwards slowly, his eyes set in Garret's direction. Maya turning her attention toward him. Turning in frames. The light that was so bright before was adjusting itself before his eyes. He could feel his pupils dilating in a fashion as if they were a delicate camera lens. Sound began to whisper back into his ears. Everything was of a high fidelity quality.

To the others, Garrett was standing still. Completely still. The light in the room showed him there, breathing evenly, but it was loud enough to hear. His eyes were a milky white color, the face housing them stoic, almost frozen.

Garrett raised his arms slowly from their place at his sides. As he did so, he felt every single nerve rising from its dormancy. He also heard a peculiar noise as his arms went up. A slow rising sound, coming in a wave from every direction. It seemed to be a chorus of voices rising with his nerves. They were screams. From every hall, every floor. His arms were at right angle with his body now, extended fully, palms facing the ceiling. He could see the forms in front of him twisting.

"Hell. Hell indeed."

His open palms snapped shut into fists. The red pulsating core flashed out when his hands closed, a wave of energy exploding in every direction. Only Garrett would hear it. His nerves hissed like thousands of snakes, the wave pulsating out in every direction.The chorus raised their pitch and frequency. Louder and louder they came.

"Let the symphony commence[/i]"

Sometimes it was a pain having extra sensitive hearing. Who could sleep through crashing sounds? Nika rose from her bed. Then there was shouting? The cat girl dashed as fast as she could out of her room. She followed the sounds which led her to a chaotic scene.

There were several mansion residents and someone else Nika had never seen before. She could sense there was some tension but why?

"Hey what are you guys doing? This kitten needs her sleep. Party time stops at...ten I think."

Then something happened that was totally and completely unexpected. Nika suddenly felt as if she had been thrown into a million degree furnace. Pain shot through her entire body. She had no time to even try to prepare for it, and so she was caught utterly defenseless. The pain immediatly jump started her adrenaline.

Streak got up off the floor. He brushed himself off and walked towards the lighter opening that he could only imagine was where the door used to be. He walked out and noticed that Garret was climbing out from under the door. The air was stuffy and hard to breath in. He heard the voice of the mutant he saw earlier but he couldn't see where it was coming from. He walked past Garret and started looking for the voice. He heard more people coming to join them, or at least Streak hoped they were coming to join them and not be against them.

He pressed himself against a wall and started to go through it until only his head was showing. Once he saw Sam, he came out of the wall and waited for him to catch up. Unfortunately he was temporarily blinded by sudden light. "Ah." He raised his hand in front of his face to cover his eyes from the light. As it turned out the light was put out by a mutant. The light mutant moved past Streak; however, the light didn't lessen as the mutant passed him. Apparently the light mutant was attacking the other mutant. There was nothing Streak could do. He couldn't see much because there were so many dots flashing in front of his eyes it was like he just walked down the red carpet and he was getting over the flashes from the cameras.

After Streak had cleared up most of his vision he was ready to join the fight again. As he went towards the fight he dropped down on to his knees. He was in an immense amount of pain. It felt like every inch of his body was on fire, or at least it felt like it. Streak squirmed around a little on the floor like a fish out of water. He opened and closed his mouth trying to scream out in pain, but all the muscles in his body were convulsing out of his control. He didn't make a sound. After a while he stopped moving, his body was still on fire but was to tired to move.

Shade's chest rose and fell sharply as he tried to restore oxygen to his lungs. It wasn't that he wanted to lay there waiting for the others to capture him. He just had no choice. After several seconds, Shade was starting to wonder why he was still untouched. That's hit the pain hit. Every place possible in his body was screaming at him. He snapped his teeth together in agony as he grinded them fruitlessly. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. The pain was that intense. The black dagger was digging into his palm as he clenesed his fist in agony, but he couldn't feel it with the rest of his body on fire.
he began to roll slowly, trying to ease the body. Nothing.

After Ghost disentangled herself from the air filter, she was right next to Garrett. She hovered unsure of what to do: he'd moved around a bit normally at first. He'd even removed the dart, but now... now his head was down and he was breathing deeply like he was trying to get a handle on something. She raised her hand to futilely attempt to touch him somehow. She wasn't sure when he'd looked up or even opened his eyes, but suddenly he was looking around with milky white eyes. Even though his head never moved, she saw the liquid of his eye move suggesting that his eyes were moving even if she couldn't make out a pupil.

"Ga-" She raised her hand as if to touch his cheek, but he was moving then. His arms were raising, his left arm raising through her as if he didn't even register that she was there. That's when it started. Screaming. She heard it distantly and close by as well. Or rather, she felt its vibrations in every molecule of her insubstantial body. She darted out of his way, disliking the feeling of something through her chest. There was a steady pain building in her consciousness, but it was dulled somehow by her distinct lack of a physical body. Ghost squirmed perceiving as others in the hallway crumpled against the feeling. The fleshy ones seemed to have it so much worse.

"Hell. Hell indeed."

"Garrett." She said in a surprisingly normal voice. Ghost held her misty hands against her ethereal head. Her form was beginning to blur in places as she began having trouble keeping herself together. Mostly she was having trouble forming the more delicate shapes of fingers and toes. Her arms and legs faded into misty blobs that then faded into nothingness.

"Let the symphony commence."

If anything her pain intensified and Ghost cried out adding her voice to the others. From what she could tell about how the others were reacting, her best defense was to remain incorporeal and so she focused on keeping herself together.

"Garrett!" she turned her pained cry into his name shouting more frantically each time. What did they inject him with pure evil? "Garrett!" She put her power into it then so that it could be heard above the din of screams. "GARRETT!" He had to hear her. He had to hear her because she was sure that if he heard her... he would stop. He could stop this, right?