Sam ran down the hallway from the danger room as fast as he could. Scrapes and scratches covered his bruised shirtless body, which were the result of an intense free for all simulation, which consisted of the different models of Stalker robots and Neena’s famous giant fire breathing penguins. Sam was anxious and excited.

After reviewing the different camera angles of his fights out of 6 rounds two rounds were particularly difficult and of those to rounds something unexpected appeared in Sam’s blind spots, what looked like a hand and arm made of ice appeared. At the time it didn’t make sense because Sam had no memory of creating anything in one of those blind spots, on the contrary if he were hit in one of those blind spots he probably would have been severely hurt. Which was one of the reasons Sam wanted to find out what exactly happened.

Sam needed a second opinion on the situation to make sure he wasn’t crazy. Sam ran down the hallway looking in room to room, he was only going to get the opinion of some one he trusted, one his friends or one of the X-Men either one would do.

Running down the hallway he smelled something cooking, ‘thank god someone was here’ thought Sam as he felt like he was about to pass out. Sam turned the corner into the kitchen and found Streak. Out of breath and panting, “Streak, I need some help…” Sam continued to breath heavily as he put his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

Streak stood in the kitchen cooking a meal. He was often hungry especially when he wakes up. Streak had all the ingredients out and sitting on the counters. He was tossing in a pinch of this and a dash of that. It was going to be a good meal once it was finished cooking. Often Streaks meals, that he cooked, dirtied quite a few dishes and left him cleaning for what felt like longer than it took for him to prepare and eat the meal.

Streak heard running down the hallway, not for the first time today. He mainly ignored all the running around that was going on around the mansion because it happened quite often when you had younger kids living around in one place all together. It wasn't so easy to ignore this running because it was an older student running towards the kitchen where Streak was cooking. Streak looked as the youth ran into the kitchen. Surprisingly enough it was Sam. "Sam, whats wrong?" He asked him.

“Streak, I need some help…”

The man of silver looked at Sam with his silver eyes. His tone didn't seem to light when he asked for help, so Shawn immediately turned off the burners he was using and set his dishes off their burners "Sure, dude. What's wrong?" Streak didn't need any explanations. If Sam needed help he was there to help him and he knew that Sam would be there if he needed help. He walked up to Sam and waited for him to lead the way to where there was trouble or whatever else was going on.

"Sure, dude. What's wrong?"

Sam grinned still out of breath as Streak walked closer to him. “Danger…Room… Got…To…See…” Sam was still panting as he already took of down the hall the way he came that lead to the danger room. Dodging kids and teachers and trying to avoid running into them was a challenge. Sam only ran into to people one of them a teacher one of them a student his age Sam didn’t stop to see if they were okay all he did was call out, “Sorry.” He had something more important to do. This was his mutation he was talking about here; he had to know if he saw what he did.

After running past a few wings and dodging more and more students they arrived in the control center of the Danger Room. Sam smiled as he pointed to 6 different screens each one had a small number on them. Sam pointed to the screens 2 and 5 and then looked to Streak, “Sorry to interrupt your meal, but you gotta help me out with this, I went a few rounds on my free for all scenario and on these two rounds something caught me by surprise,“ Sam took a deep breath as he continued explaining the situation, “check my blind spots on these two and let me know what you see.” Sam sat back in his chair as one by one all 6 of the screens began to play, hopefully Streak should notice what looked like a giant hand and arm made of ice take a full on attack from one of the stalker bots.

Streak followed Sam at a run past students and teachers. Since Sam was clearing the way all Shawn had to do was to follow and once, jump over a couple of people that Sam bumped into. "Sorry." Shawn called back to them as well. Since it was in the Danger Room it couldn't have been to much of a big deal. Just something as important. Streak didn't stop running until they reached the Danger Room, dodging people here and there as quickly as he could to keep up with Sam.

Shawn listened to Sam talk about what he'd seen that sent him running for his help. Streak surveyed the different camera views. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He watched with intent, determined to help him figure out what was going on. As the tapes played back from the beginning nothing seemed to stick out. He continued to watch the two cameras that he'd pointed out.

Suddenly, there appeared a hand and arm that took an attack that could have been devastating him and possibly knocked Sam unconscious. "What the hell was that?!" Streak exclaimed as he saw what happened quickly. Streak stopped the tapes and rewound them to just before the attack. He let it play forward slowly until he saw where the sentinel had attacked Sam and the attack had been deflected by the mysterious ice hand. "Look right there." He pointed to the screens. "Did you do that?" He asked Sam.

"What the hell was that?!"

Sam let out a small smile followed by an even smaller laugh. ‘So I’m not going crazy.’ Sam thought to him self as the continued to watch the screens. Sam knew he wasn’t crazy but still, the idea of a hand and arm made of ice randomly appearing in a fight when Sam didn’t even create it, the thought made him wonder.

"Look right there." "Did you do that?"

This time Sam let out a loud laugh to Streak’s comment, “I had a similar reaction, and no I didn’t create and arm there I would have known if I had, that’s why I came to get you, I didn’t believe it myself.” Sam wondered if it was just adrenaline that made the ice move or if it actually moved on it’s own. Considering Sam had almost full control of his abilities at all times it made him wonder. “Is it my powers growing or was it a fluke,” mumbled Sam as he played the fights in slow motion again. “Streak I have an idea,” Sam paused as he put his hand on his chin in a thinking pose, “I want to run the same scenario over again only this time make it more difficult, I want to see if it was a fluke or not.” Sam looked up from the ground to Streak, “I want you to keep an eye on the screens and let me know if anything like this shows up again. I know you were eating but, I’d owe you one man.”

With out a response Sam set up the scenario and hit the enter key in the computer. The Danger room came alive as thousands of robots had their guns ready and waiting for his arrival. Sam’s stomach lurched as he looked at them, ‘nothing ventured nothing gained’ thought Sam as he covered his body in ice.

Shawn looked at Sam as he started asking questions. It was as if Sam had read his mind. He had started to reset the program to run the simulation again. "There's only one way to find out. Go out there and run the program again. I'll freeze the program inf whatever it is pops up again." Sam started heading down to run the program again. Streak watched as Sam covered himself in ice. They were like the same people, one was made of ice and one was made of silver.

Streak covered himself in silver so that if he needed to he could help out. However, he thought that if he did interfere then whatever it was may not show up again to protect Sam. Once the iceman was ready Streak hit begin on the computer and started the simulation. He watched Sam with intent not really knowing what he was capable of.

The inside of the room was total chaos as he entered it. Broken glass, trashed cars, and rubble from crumbled buildings covered the battlefield. Sam was at the center of it as he the door to the control room disappeared. Sam took a deep breath and called out, “Simulation start.” Sam had to duck almost instantly as a laser was shot right at his head. “That was clo…agh.” As soon as he ducked a fist soon found it’s way to his face. The robot fist impacted the ice and left a fist mark as Sam went flying straight into a broken car leaving a huge dent.

Sam got up laughing from the pain as adrenaline shot through out his body, oh how he loved that feeling. Sam jumped into the air dodging an oncoming stalker bot that punched the cement where he was standing only moments ago. Sam clenched his fist as ice started to swell around it to form a sword. Sam came crashing down on the robot sword finding it’s way straight threw the robots head. Sam jumped away and formed another sword in his other hand as he ran towards a group or robots that were packed close together. Sam brandished the swords in quick motions that seemed like blue blurs as they found their mark and quickly cut tear and shred the group of robots.

Sam jumped away from them as they fell to the ground only to be replaced by numerous others. Sam stabbed both swords into the ground as he tensed his icy body. Sam’s body gave off a light blue glow as he focused his power. Blue pulses filled a twenty-foot radius around his body as he discharged ice crystals covering the robots in ice. Sam smiled as he formed two more icy blue katanas in each hand. Running threw the group of the robots covered in a graveyard full of ice Sam slashed threw each pile killing the robots instantly.

Relief filled Sam’s body as he smiled up to the control room as he yelled to Streak, “Enjoying the show, I think this was the first time you ever seen my abi…guah.” Again Sam’s comment was cut short as a stalker bot appeared out of the rubble to through a hard right to Sam’s right side. A loud crack echoed throughout the Danger room as one or two of Sam’s ribs became broken. Sam gasped for air as another robot kicked him into the air clipping him on his side. ‘Come on almost there’ thought Sam as his body screamed for him to stop, ‘I have to figure out what that hand was, it was defiantly made out of ice but I didn’t create it.’ Sam ended up falling into a pile of Robots as they started punching and kicking him further into the ground.

Streak watched the spectacle that was Sam battling. It was the first time he'd seen him fight. He knew of Sam's abilities but he'd never seen them in use. He watched as Sam quickly disposed of robot after robot. He even made it look easy. Shawn smiled as he continued to watch Sam work. It didn't look like anything that he saw Sam doing would cause whatever it was to appear again. Streak could be seen through the glass smiling at Sam as he finished off the remaining robots. He looked around at the devastation that was on the field.

Enjoying the show, I think this was the first time you ever seen my abi…guah.”

"Of course I'm enjoying the show." he began, "You're right, this is the first time I've seen you use your powers." Streak was about to yell 'Look out!' but it was to late for him to say anything. Suddenly more robots appeared out of nowhere. Streak hadn't been paying enough attention to anything besides Sam. He was very talented for sure. Sam, however,was beginning to get the crap kicked out of him and Streak was about to jump through the glass to help him out. However, considering the way Sam had been fighting before and the way he was not fighting now seemed to say that he was taking the abuse on purpose.

Streak made pained faces while Sam was getting beat up. He let him take the abuse hoping that whatever it was that was going to protect Sam was going to appear soon. After a while he didn't think whatever it was was going to show up. Streak walked through the wall and fell to the Danger Room floor. As Streak was falling he created a large shield and a sword. He would be able to use both as a weapon as well as protection.

Streak slashed through the first robot taking all of them by surprise. They all turned their attention to him and began attacking him. They'd left Sam alone to attack Streak. Streak blocked many of the attacks. His shield was getting pretty banged up but was still holding very well. Streak blocked one robot with his sword and let it's attack slide off swinging around with his silver shield and slicing a deep gash in the robots armor. It paused to survey its damage quickly. Not quickly enough, because Streak stabbed the robot with his sword, slicing clean through and sticking out the other side. The silver man moved onto robot after robot. It was easy work since they hadn't been up against him yet. He then finished off all the robots and walked over to Sam. "Did you have fun watching my show?" He smiled at Sam and held out his hand to help him up.

"Did you have fun watching my show?"

Sam grinned at Streak as he took his hand, “to be honest I think that was the first time I saw you use your powers as well.” Sam took a deep breath then let it out, “gotta say your powers pretty cool. “ Sam laughed and then leaned up on a wall as the ice around his body shattered and turned to a crystal like dust, “So did you see anything?”

Sam felt like hell as he iced his sides with his power, ‘three broken ribs at least’ though Sam. Adding a quick smile Sam said to Streak, “ I could have kept going, you didn’t have to jump in. But thanks.” Sam looked around at the battlefield and saw countless bodies of stalker bots mangled and broken. Sam took another deep breath as he took a few steps towards the center of the Danger room. An image popped into Sam’s mind it was of the ice hand and the arm and a shadowed outline started to fade into his thoughts. Sam’s eyes went blue as his head went limp. Sam’s right hand raised it’s self into the air as a jet of blue shot from his hand.

Ice crystals started to take shape from the area Sam had aimed at. An ice hand formed, then an arm from there Sam had no idea what exactly he was creating after he just let his powers take hold as created a giant blue ice statue, like painting one’s thoughts on a blank canvas Sam was painting what he saw in his head. After he was done Sam’s hand lowered as his head rose and when from covered in blue to his normal eyes. “The hell is that.” asked Sam as he looked at the giant ice sculpture that looked like it was a giant crystalloid monster.

Streak pulled the sword and shield back into his body, as if they weren't even there in the first place. "No, I didn't see anything that's why I jumped in." He saw the ice crumple like dust and was surprised that it disappeared so easily. Streak followed Sam as he walked through the battlefield that was the Danger Room. He watched Sam to make sure that he was alright. He took a few hard hits in a vital areas. Covered in ice or not those hits had to hurt.

Streak watched as Sam's head went limp and he acted as if he was possessed. Shawn didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he should help him or leave him alone. After a while he decided to leave him alone since he didn't seem to be hurting himself. He watched as Sam created a crystal like creature. Streak looked in shock at the creature that Sam had created. "I don't know you created it. I was hoping you could tell me." He said to Sam

"I don't know you created it. I was hoping you could tell me."

Sam smiled as he closed his eyes and lifted an arm up in the air. Sam smiled as if he knew what was happening to the giant ice statue. It was a giant game of monkey see monkey do. Sam touched his nose; the giant touched his vacant spot on his body where his nose should be. Sam jumped the giant jumped. Sam formed a sword of ice the giant formed a giant sword of ice. Sam started to laugh as he turned to Streak “I think I figured out what that arm was” said Sam as he held out his arm as the giant mimicked his actions revealing the mysterious for arm.

Sam pointed to Streak and said with confidence like he never had before in his life, “Let’s start over this time as hard as you can go.” Just as Sam stopped talking the giant statue of ice walked over to a dead robot and stepped on it’s head forcing gears and oil to spray everywhere. Sam let out a giddy laugh, “The best part is I didn’t even make him do that.” Turning back to the giant “hey giant come over here!” said Sam in a commanding voice the giant turned it’s head and stood still, Sam laughed almost expecting what it wanted to here and reluctantly said it, “Please” The giant slowly but steadily walked to Sam and stood still.

Sam looked to streak again and smiled ”I’m getting goose bumps here, we need to start this.”

Streak looked from the ice creature to Sam and back again. It was rather amusing to see the giant ice statue and Sam play monkey see monkey do. "It's like a puppeteer playing with his puppet." Streak said to Sam as he chuckled. He was enjoying the little show they were putting on in the midst of the destruction of the Danger Room. He was Shawn was unable to take his eyes off the ice thing that Sam had created.

“I think I figured out what that arm was”

"Really? Ya figured it out? The whole giant ice statue copying your movements didn't give it away when you created it like a minute ago?" Streak said a little sarcastically to Sam and pointing to the Sam's puppet. Streak continued to stare at the creature as it walked over to the robots head and crushed it easily. "This is going to be interesting." He said to Sam.

“The best part is I didn’t even make him do that.”
“hey giant come over here!” “Please”

All Streak could do was laugh at Sam when the giant ice thing made him say 'please'. Streak started to walk back up to the control room when Sam asked him to put it on as hard as it could go. Once he reached the control room he pushed the "god" button, which was actually the speaker button so the person in the practice area could hear the person in the control room. "One ass whooping coming right up." He said and started pushing buttons, flipping switches, turning the dials, and doing lots of other things. "And here we go." He piped up once he'd made it really hard. Streak had made it not only stalker bots, but thugs, in the middle of a gang war, and much more. Shawn pushed the start button and everything changed in an instant.

All the destruction changed to a run down area with plenty of buildings large garbage cans, the general slums of New York. "Unless you want it all at once I'm going to start it off sort of easy and gradually get harder." He said and the first group of thugs came into the area where Sam and his puppet were standing.

"One ass whooping coming right up."

Sam let out a small laugh as he held his ribs almost sure they were broken. But pain aside Sam was to excited to stop himself, he wanted to see what the ice giant could do. Sam looked around as Streak set up the Danger room and spoke,

"Unless you want it all at once I'm going to start it off sort of easy and gradually get harder."

Sam laughed and said, “I think the gradual work up would be fine Streak, by the way from the looks of this you really are creative with the free for all scenarios.” Sam waved a hand signaling he was ready as he ready to begin as his body covered in ice and as the giant ice statue walked over to his side.

Sam looked to the giant statue and had to guess this thing had to be at least 3 feet taller than him. ‘If this isn’t intimidating I don’t know what is’ thought Sam as the first groups of tugs came towards them. Sam formed a long fighting staff and got into a defensive position as the ice giant walked over to the oncoming group and started to swat them away like nothing, a second group came from behind Sam as Sam whirled the staff around and knocking out two thugs almost instantly. The giant was already finishing with the first group as Sam was still on his fourth guy in the second. Frowning and thinking to him ’your making me look bad’. A look of surprise came on Sam’s face as he heard a voice in his head, ‘Well it isn’t hard your not using your powers that much’ Sam was in utter disbelief this thing could talk!!

‘Duck’

Sam ducked almost instantly as the ice golem through a front punch right to an oncoming man that was sneaking up on Sam from behind. The man flew at least 10 feet to raise no more, ‘Defiantly not going to use you for crowd control when the situation calls for it’.
A laugh was heard from the back of Sam’s mind again, ‘Why afraid I could control them?’

Sam jumped into the air as his hands started to glow bright blue. Sam landed t the ground on all fours as the ground in a twenty-foot radius froze. All but Sam and the ice golem were immobilized; Sam and the golem ran around knocking out and in the giant’s case squishing all that were in the fight.

Streak waved back at Sam and started the simulation. He watched as the giant ice creature easily disposed of the first batch of thugs while Sam was still working on the second batch of thugs. "Feeling a little slow today are we Sam?" he said, though Sam wouldn't hear him because he didn't use the microphone when he said it. Streak sat back and watched the events unfold. The control room was recording everything that Sam and his creation were doing. They seemed to work well together. He thought as they finished off the thugs.

Next to come in were some easier robots. Not quite at stalker bot level yet but they were going to be tougher than the thugs were. He watched them on from all the different angles that the cameras provided. Sam was very creative when it came to using his powers, just about as creative as Streak was himself. The thugs disappeared into nothing as the next robots walked in. They came at Sam definitely faster and more aggressive than the thugs did. "And round two. Ding." He said out loud to himself once again smiling. Sam would be surprised at how hard this thing can go. Streak had done his best to make it as hard as he could.

"And round two. Ding."

Sam waved up to Streak in the control room as robots started to appear. Sam looked to the group and noticed they weren’t stalker level but with the broken ribs he’d still have his hands full. ‘You ready for this big guy?’ thought Sam towards the giant. A loud booming laugh came in the back of hi head, ‘Easy peasy’ Sam pointed forward as the robots started to advance, the giant nodded and ran off picking up parking meter and started to wield it like a baseball bat as he started to batter the robots that were coming into range of his swings.

Sam walked closer to the giant as he was fending off robots, Sam was a bit curious to figure the extent to the giant’s power. Could he himself create ice or was he just an extension of Sam’s will over the ice? He was determined to find out but another question came into his mind if he could control one could he create more?

Sam quickly flew thought the air as a robot blindsided him while h was thinking about the power of the ice golem. The robot took a few more hits as Sam started to lower his internal body temperature and in turn the air around him. Sam landed in a rolling tumble but soon got to his feet and again let out a wave of cold air that ranged well beyond the negatives. Sam started to pick up his pace into a full out sprint as he formed a giant mallet of ice which normally would be impossible to hit most of the fast moving robots but in the harsh below freezing temperatures Sam was playing wack a bot with ease. After dispensing the last robot around him Sam noticed that the ice golem was moving slower than he was before. Sam took a few strides towards the golem as the golem picked up speed, ‘what’s wrong’ asked Sam; ‘you were two far’ was the cold tone’s reply.

Excited he was finding the limits on his abilities Sam smiled and dropped the giant ice mallet and raised his hands creating two ice coffins from the ground. Smiling cause he had a feeling how cool this would look up in the control room Sam concentrated as he had the front of the crystal coffins open up to reveal two more golems of ice relatively the same size as the first. ‘What one isn’t enough you have to have three?’ Sam just nodded and replied, ‘just finding my limits.’ Waving his hands like a puppet master Sam wiggled his hands and fingers as the ice statues in turn wiggled the same was as the first one did.

“So what do you think Streak? You want to jump in here two, I think it would be fine you beefed the level to the max, I can watch the cameras after.” Sam had a feeling that Streak would have loved to be down here destroying robots as well. ‘Never met anyone who hates smashing robots.’ Thought Sam as he watched the now three ice golems fighting off the robots.