>>"What the hell are you doing here!?"

"What the hell does it look like?!" Gawain snapped back; but before he could go on to telling her just how stupid it was to come here in the firs place, the zombie appeared again and attacked Twyla.
"Sh*t."
Gawain spun around, searching for some kind of weapon to use; there was a fireplace, good, there should be a poker around here.
The next minute he could hear something shatter, and then it was dark. And quiet.

>>"Gawain!?"

The boy let out the breath he'd been holding, and turned towards the voice.

"It's all right, Twyla, I'm right here." he answered, trying his best to sound calm "Emmy's here too, we're going to get you out of h..."

>>“Ahh, Little sister wont be very happy that you broke one of her toys.”

Gawain turned towards the new voice; he didn't like it one bit. It was the voice of an annoying little brat.

"F*ck off" he answered very eloquently; the light that suddenly filled the room made him blink and rub his eyes, and by the time he looked around, there was no zombie or kid to be seen. Fortunately, Twyla was still there. Gawain crossed the room in a few seconds and pulled her into a hug.

"It's okay, babe, it's gone."

God do I hate football players.

>>“Good, you two are alright. Glad to see that. So yeah, the dinosaur is dead, the people in this house are telepaths and nuts. Gawain, if you leave me alone with a dinosaur again, I'm gonna punch you in the face, and, Twyla, I'm buying you a gun.”

"Emmy!" Gawain sighed in relief at the sight of the wolf girl. Now that they all found each other there was nothing left to do but get the heck out of here.
"Yeah, sorry 'bout that. Hey, Twyla just aced a zombie. What's wrong with this h... sh*t ya're bleeding!"

Letting go of Twyla he hurried over to the werewolf, turning her around to see her back.
"Dammit." he growled "I hope the other guy looks worse." he added, pulling up her shirt to look at the wounds. "All right, Em, 'tis just scratches. Only thing ya have to worry 'bout is that Doc's gonna go nuts." he smiled at the wolf girl. The wounds didn't look that bad, but they were still bad enough. Of course she didn't have to know that.

"How 'bout we go get the hell outta here and then come back and torch this place?..."

There was no sign of Juka as Susan ran down the corridor towards the main entrance. She could hear the barks and claws clicking on the floor behind her; adrenaline probably kept her senses in check, because she really just heard them. How weird.
Bursting through the door into the entrance hall, Susan skidded to a halt, boots slipping on the floor. The door was there, locked and sealed, guarded by another huge black hound, which was staring at her with its fangs bared.
If there was a way out of the house, this was definitely not it.
The witch spun around and headed for the only other exit she could see; this one did not lead outside though, it lead into another hallway, with several doors. Susan heard fangs snapping inches behind her legs; she wouldn't have time to try and open a door that was closed.
Her only chance was to go through the one that was open.
Almost tripping on the threshold, Susan burst into a study room, spun around, and slammed the door with all her strength just in time to feel something colliding with the wood on the other side, and hear a high-pitched yelp as the door closed on something hard. She pulled back and slammed it again. This time it locked, and there was silence outside.
The witch spun around again, panting, ready to face whaetever would be waiting for her in the study room.
It was three teenagers, looking every bit as scared as she was. One of the girls was bleeding from her back.
"Mutants" Susan panted, eyes momentarily swimming black to register the opalescent aura around the three of them "... I mean, they are. Mutants. Not ghosts."
Taking another deep breath, she stepped away from the door.
Well, at least her theory had been proven. Now all that was left was to survive the consequences.

Actually, it wasn't alright. Even if that's what Gawain was telling her. They were in some kind of nutty house and Twyla had just--she'd just...the zombie...and...it was all just too much. She was an idiot for going there. A trembling, scared, idiot. The desk was all that was keeping Twyla Ashby from sinking to the floor. She jumped when she heard the unfamiliar voice. What the heck is going on here?......What did I just... The lights shot back on and the girl's eyes instantly fell to the carpet. There was no zombie. Had there ever been one? Did she make it disappear? No, that was an easy one to answer. Something Else had control in the house and that Something Else had made the zombie that had chased her and whatever it was that had been chasing Gawain.

Suddenly the desk was not the only thing keeping Twyla's jelly legs molded--Gawain had crossed the room and pulled her to him in a hug. She resisted the urge to tell him that it wasn't okay, but instead she just took all the comfort she could from being close to someone safe. The girl smothered her face into the boy's chest and let him hold her. Keep breathing. You're going to be fine...Just breathe. One deep breath and then another and the jello legs had hardened into something more substantial. Just in time too because a familiar voice echoed in the little room and Twyla's head whipped around to see Emerald standing in the doorway of the study.

It seemed like everything actually was going to be okay--until it was noted that the wolf girl was bleeding. When Gawain let her go Twyla followed him over to Emerald. When the boy lifted up her shirt she saw the gashes. They weren't too bad. Not too good either...but she'd be fine after she got them looked at. "I have..." She was about to say: 'Some band-aides and disinfectant' but then Twyla realized that she didn't have her backpack, it was somewhere upstairs. There was no way she was going back up there, no freakin' way. "Yeah, let's get--"

And then their band of three was turned into a band of four. Throw in a dog and they could be like the kids on Scooby-Doo. Or just add one more person and let Emerald go into her wolf form...that worked too. The girl that made her appearance in the study had apparently been running from something too--based on the way she slammed the door and something on the other side made a yelping noise. She was panting when she spoke. "Some kind of freaky, telepathic mutants." Twyla added, still not totally understanding what she had just witnessed. It was all too much to process at one time. All she knew was that they needed to get out.

Twyla wished that they were just dealing with ghosts--ghosts didn't exist so all their problems would be solved. Or they wouldn't have had problems at all to begin with. That was a much happier scenario.

With all the pieces assembled in the study, the house seemed to tremble with joy, making everything in the library shake. The same high pitched, girlish laughter echoed throughout the house just before it stopped suddenly. The house then got eerily quiet, giving an unsettling feel to it.

“I'm sure it’s not that bad,” Emerald began, wincing a little at her wound. Once the house began shaking, though, the werewolf almost dove under the table, dragging her friends with her. Once it stopped, she let out a low growl, putting her shirt back down to cover up the slash marks she had received from the damn Dinosaur. Em looked around the room, just before she smelt the air, letting out a frustrated sigh. She was unable to catch any odd scents, which was somewhat unnerving for her. After becoming accustomed to being able to smell almost any scent that was in the room, the fact that she couldn’t detect their captors made Emerald feel nervous.

“Aww, little puppy is nervous cause she can’t catch our scents, well isn’t that just too bad?” The girls voice jeered, her laughter echoing in the room.

“Great, why the hell did it have to be telepaths?” Emerald growled aloud, feeling her entire body tensing up. She knew that if they could read her thoughts, she was a goner if she tried to fight them. Well, that is if they were that powerful. And if they were, the things they could to do her mind wasn’t exactly something the young woman liked to think about. She had already had enough mental torture for one life time, and she didn’t exactly need any more.

“Oh, is the little puppy mad because the last telepath she knew was her ex-lover?” The voice started. Meanwhile, Emerald tensed visibly, her jaw clenching with rage. The voice seemed amused by this, as a small laugh echoed in the room again. Before the group a clear image formed of a young man around 17-18 with piercing green eyes and shaggy brown hair. The image however, was ghost like as if it was appearing as a shadow of a long forgotten past. “You were so in love with him, he was the first boy who ever made you feel good about yourself, that made you feel like you were just a normal girl, not some tragic young heroine compelled by the events of her past to do good deeds.” It was at this point in the Voice's little show and tell that a ghostly image of Emerald appeared, younger than she was now, smiling and grinning like she hadn’t a care in the world. She ran up to the boy and hugged him tightly, looking absolutely blissfully in love, this much was obvious.

“Ahh, but it wasn't meant to be was it, he had planned from the moment he met you to deceive you and to use your love for him to get what he wanted. At first you were more than willing to show your love in any way you could.” The female’s voice giggled as if it was hilarious that the ghost Emerald was now kissing her Ex love. Meanwhile, Emerald stood still as a stone, her jaw clenched hard; it was obvious how upset she was just by the anguished and shamed look that appeared on her face.

“Though, he wanted far more than just love from you, didn’t he? He wanted allegiance and complete obedience from the 'Mutt'.” The voices tone changed to a far more deadly one as the two ghostly images changed to when both Emerald and her lover were older, actually looking vaguely recent with the exception of Emeralds shorter hair. They both looked to be arguing and as soon as ghost Emerald started to walk away, the boy’s eyes began to glow a dark green, causing the ghostly wolf girl to stop in her tracks and run back to him, a large smile appearing on his face as she leapt into his open arms.

“He manipulated your Mind, took control of your emotions, forcing you to love him and satisfy his criminal urges to cause Chaos.” The Voice paused as an image of Emerald in wolf form was shown lunging at a poor defenseless man as the boy held onto a collar and leash tightly. It was easy to see her eyes glowing green, meaning she wasn't in her right mind and that the boy was controlling her.

“Or, perhaps his other more pleasure seeking venues.” The Scene changed again to Emerald in her human form with the collar and leash still on her. The Male held fast to her leash and collar giving making him have the ability to manipulate her easily as he kissed the werewolf deeply. Emerald didn't seem to protest. Though in fact she seemed enamored of him, like she was in a trance, he led her away by the leash, and a ghostly door shutting behind them with that the two ghost like images from Emerald's past disappeared “He was thrown into jail not to long ago was he not, they say he was in pretty bad shape was he not? Funny, they say he was mauled by some sort of animal, isn’t that strange? Though, I must say he isn’t the only male that has given you trouble is he? He’s nowhere near as terrifying as the other one you know, but you'll get to see him again soon. It’s because of these people, you still believe that you are incapable of being loved by anyone else. Maybe they are right, to not love a monster like you.”

Emerald stood still even as the voice stopped for her. Her entire body seemed rigid, cold and unmoving. Her face however explained everything. It didn't look like she was about to cry. Oh no, she looked absolutely ashamed of herself. Like she just wanted to crawl into a hole and die at that very moment. She hated her weakness, she hated the fact that she had her weakness revealed to other people she didn't even know if she fully trusted yet.

“Go to hell, bitch.” Emerald snarled at the voice, a terrifying look appearing on her face, as if she was about to maul someone, most likely the owner of the disembodied voice.

The laughter echoed in the house once again, making the wolf girl cringe at the shrill sound of it. Lucky for Emerald the voice picked a another poor victim to torture, unlucky for the next person, which just happened to be Gawain.

“Now let’s see What are you, my dear boy, or should I say “dear girl?” My oh my, you don’t even know how to keep it straight, do you?” The voice seemed highly amused by this. The ghostly images returned, but this time it was Maya and Gawain on either side of each other, their hands tied together by a long red thread. “You are technically both: Maya one day, Gawain the next, leading a double life with what cruel cosmic joke fate has played on you. Your Mother, oh, she was a nice woman, wasn't she? She took care of her little genetic mishap as best as she could.” The ghostly image changed to a six year old version of Gawain hugging his mother, looking as happy as a clam. Then it shifted to Maya hugging her mother as well.

“But she left you, didn't she? She left you alone in this world without any regards for your feelings. Maybe it was because she didn't want to care about such a strange child. Who wants to live with the burden of having a child that’s a boy one day and a girl the next?” The image now showed Gawain the day his mother left and then showed Maya, both of their reactions sad. It showed how alone they really were.

“Then, you met someone; someone who you fell in love with, at first sight.” The Images of Twyla and Maya danced before them, showing the day they first met and everything they had done and how much fun they had. “She was the first one you told about your little gender issue, and now she is your dear girlfriend.” The scene changed to Gawain kissing Twyla and then Maya being kissed by Twyla.

“But how long will that last? You can’t always be her knight in shining armor, you know. One of these days, you are going to slip up,” the voice chided, and then an image of what could happen appeared. Twyla and Gawain were shown walking together, when a mysterious black figure appeared before them. It lunged at Gawain, and preceded to beat him mercilessly as Twyla was dragged away, fighting to get back.

“Or maybe, your girlfriend will realize she doesn't want a boyfriend and a girlfriend in the same body, and you will be left all alone again, just like when your mother left,” the voice said with mock pity in her voice as the scene changed to Twyla running away from Gawain, crying as Gawain just stared at her with a heartbroken look on his face. “Poor little mistake, born into a world that will forever judge you and laugh at you all because of God’s genetic f*** up.” After that, Gawain's image disappeared and the voice decided to focus on the next victim.



“Now, we focus on the coward of the group, the love interest of the poor misshapen knight - Little Miss Camouflage.” The voice clearly had a smile in it as it directed it to the young mutant. “Isn’t that why you came to this place in the first place? To prove to yourself that you weren’t a coward? A stupid move, I must say, but I will give you credit. You sure do know how to entertain people.”

The ghostly image returned, and this time it was Twyla running from the zombie that the Twins had sent out on her earlier. The jeering laugher of the woman’s voice grew loud as she watched Twyla run in pure fear of the monster. When the scene shifted, it was of the night Twyla ran away from home. It showed her, distraught, running between bus stops, looking for change to take the bus, as well as showing the poor girl trying to find a place to stay for the night. “You have always ran away from your problems haven’t you? And now, you want to become some sort of super hero? Do you not remember what happened the last time you tried to play hero?”

Cthulu's ugly maw appeared in the scene before them, replaying the night that the X-kids all tried to work together in order to stop the monster. As the scene continued, it showed all of Twyla's blunders throughout the night: when she ran towards the monster, just before it shot the tentacle towards her which caused her to run away, causing both her and Henri to be caught; nearly getting crushed by a tree before being pulled out of the way by Henri; and then finally, standing like a dear in the headlights as she was grabbed and nearly suffocated by mini-Cthulu. “You nearly got yourself as well as people you love killed. Now, what sort of hero is that? A failure, that’s for sure. Shy Twy, poor girl, has to deal with running away with her tail between her legs all the time. What a rough life she must have led, She’s even been having nightmares of the Cthulu monster.”

Now, a ghostly image of Twyla was sitting on her bed, crying from the horrible nightmares she had been having for the past few months. “Having nightmares is truly a sign of failure. It’s a sign of weakness that you would wake up in the middle of the night, crying about a monster that has long since been defeated. What are you going to do when you are in the middle of a battle, and your friends are all getting hurt? Are you going to run away and let them die? Pathetic.”



The voice had started to become rather cruel with her teasing, making her all the more menacing to listen to. “Now we have to focus on the witch, who didn’t even know she was a mutant until a short time ago. Interestingly enough, you were proud of the fact that you were a witch, weren’t you, Susan? So, I suppose you were also proud of the fact that your parents abandoned you because of it?” The ghostly image shifted into that of a baby Susan, left alone and crying. “Little witch, I find it strange, how proud of yourself you are, even when you scare away those who are trying to help you.” The scene rapidly began to change to Susan, over the years, with her foster families, never quite fitting in with any of them, including the far more recent Hydes.

“You could never fit in with anyone, and when they tried to be your friends, you would scare them away with talk of your witchery. It’s hilarious, really, how much you actually want people to accept you, and yet you keep pushing them back. Or perhaps you don’t want to be accepted or to gain friends. Maybe you want to be hunted like a witch?” The voice was rather questioning in this fact. The scene changed to when the catholic school girls tried to 'exorcise' Susan's evil. “Well then, if that is the case, then do my brother and I have a surprise for you out this door?” The door leading out of the room started glowing a light red, as if it was on fire, and the smell of burning wood entering the noses of the four teens.


Meanwhile, in Raina's little isolation bubble, she was able to hear all of the taunts her friends were going through, and she was able to see any of the anguish or pain if it was at all clear on their faces. Her own taunts would not be heard by the others, but she would be alone to deal with them.

“Can’t help them, now can you? Good god, you are useless, aren’t you? I thought you were supposed to be a guidance counselor for these kids? Doesn’t that mean you need to help them through things like this?” The female’s voice chided Raina, clearly amused. “You have been doing a rather shitty job of it, considering the fact you probably don’t even know half the shit these have been through. What use are you to them?”

The ghostly scene that played for Raina was of her and Rupert, together, before shifting to her in the camps, weak and alone. “You don’t really know how to take care of others, do you? You are also unable of taking care of yourself. It was you who lead Rupert to the mansion in the first place. If it wasn’t for you, the suffering of your peers, your students, and yourself would have never happened.“ Images played before Raina of the suffering of others in the camps. Then it showed the attack at Raina's birthday party, and how many people were hurt. From Luke’s major injuries, to Emeralds frostbite, the voice’s talk with Raina seemed to focus on showing how little she actually mattered. “Poor Mermaid. You can’t seem to do anything right, can you? Poor soul, Poor Dear, but don’t worry! Maybe if you give up now, no one else will suffer because of your incompetence. And you will be all alone, perfectly safe in your own little bubble, but others will continue to suffer. Look on the bright side, though! At least you won’t cause any more pain!”

With only a few words spoken, the female’s voice stopped, making the isolated room feel awfully chilling.


“Such beautiful toys we have caught, dear brother,” The female’s voice cheered in another part of the house.

“Indeed.” The male’s agreed.

“Let’s let them talk. Then, it’s play time. Are you all ready, or do you need a little bit of warming up?” The female questioned, the smile easy to hear in her voice.

“Maybe a little warm up while they talk wouldn’t hurt.” the male chuckled.

“Oh, I like the way you think.”


OOC: Okay, since Juka Poofed for a while, the mods gave me the green light to continue, i will figure out how to squeeze him later. Bassically, the next set of posts everyone kinda being comforting/angsting. Then when I post again I shall establish a posting order since the nightmare will start right after my next post. For now, just post your reactions and comforts and so forth. Any questions, PM me or talk in c box.

>>"Mutants... I mean, they are. Mutants. Not ghosts."

"Great, why doesn't that make me happy?" Gawain looked at the panting girl, and decided she looked too scared to belong to the House. "And you are?.... Nevermind."
As soon as the room started shaking, Gawain followed Emerald, mostly by instinct. When it came to instincts, a werewolf was the best in their current teamup. If she backed away, there was probably a good reason to follow.
Not like there was anything to back away from.
So they were back at the desk where they begun, and Gawain took Twyla's hand and pulled her to him. Mostly to comfort her. Glancing around, he saw a mirror on the wall. He had a way out. The girls didn't.

>>“Aww, little puppy is nervous cause she can’t catch our scents, well isn’t that just too bad?”

Gawain growled. That voice. That voice was creepy, and psycho, and there were two of them, and they made him feel like someone was pouring ice cold water down his spine. Inside.
And then it got worse.

Were these real images of the past? He couldn't tell. If they were, Emerald had a more messed up life than she ever told them. He was not sure it was something she would ever be able to talk about, but made a mental not anyway to give her a chance to do so. If they got out of here alive.
By the time they were finished taunting Emerald, Gawain had a good idea of what it feels like to be on the bad side of a werewolf. She looked so tense it would have been menacing, except for her face, which was filled with shame. Deep shame.
"They are just f**ing with ya, Emmy" he said, looking at the wolf girl "They are friggin' telepaths. Don' let them get to you. Emmy. Ya hear me?"
The answer didn't come from the wolf.

>>“Now let’s see What are you, my dear boy, or should I say “dear girl?”

"Aw you gotta be sh**ing me" the knight growled, rolling his eyes at no one in particular "Is that the best you've g..."
He didn't manage to finish the sentence. The little show of shadows and images went on, and as the scene changed, the breath caught in his throat.
The woman with the dark hair. The lady. Gillian Morris. The Goddess With a Thousand Faces.
Mom.
>>“But she left you, didn't she? She left you alone in this world without any regards for your feelings. Maybe it was because she didn't want to care about such a strange child. Who wants to live with the burden of having a child that’s a boy one day and a girl the next?”
It's an illusion. It's not real. They are just messing with your head. She's not real. They are lying.
It wasn't the illusion of Mom being here. The narration kind of killed that. It was the image itself, moving, smiling, exactly as they pulled her from his head. Something he'd been longing to see for four years. Gawain closed his eyes and felt the tears burning them.
"Shut the f*ck up." he grunted at the voices.
They didn't.

>>“Then, you met someone; someone who you fell in love with, at first sight.”
Dark eyes flew open as Gawain stared at the illusions in disbelief.
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
Just what he needed. Two psycho mutant brats to tell Twyla he loved her. Before he did. He glanced down at her, already feeling the color on his cheeks.
Congratulations. Now you've done it.
"I said, shut the hell up!" he raised his voice, but no use, the show went on, and so did the voices. Now he knew what Emmy must have felt like, watching her own past. He felt himself tense up for a fight, to the point that his body started shaking.

>>“Now, we focus on the coward of the group, the love interest of the poor misshapen knight - Little Miss Camouflage.”
"Twyla, don't listen to them." he whispered, wrapping his arms around her. The damage was already done, that didn't mean he wouldn't try. She would listen anyway, he knew that. "We need to find a way out of here." he muttered against her hair "Think."
He glanced at Emerald, who still looked lost in her own thoughts and shame. The voices finished labeling Twyla a coward, and moved on to the new girl. Wait, did they just say she was a witch? Or she just wanted to be one?...

Fire. Was it real? Did the children just set the house on fire?
"Sh*t." Gawain came to his senses and reached over to Emmy to shake her shoulder "Snap ot of it, girl, we need fo f*in' go, NOW!"

"So they are mutants." Raina said hearing Em complain about telepaths. "AND HERE WE WERE GOING TO INVITE YOU TO OUR SCHOOL!" she yelled to the walls. These kids would be better suited to jail as far as she was concerned.

She bent down on the floor that was now like glass and banged hard trying to get Em's attention. The sound didn't seem to penetrate. She could tell that something awful was happening to the people below her but all she could see were their sorry faces. Em was rigid almost as if she was about to transform. That's when the voice started..

“Can’t help them, now can you? Good god, you are useless, aren’t you? I thought you were supposed to be a guidance counselor for these kids? Doesn’t that mean you need to help them through things like this?” The female’s voice chided Raina, clearly amused. “You have been doing a rather shitty job of it, considering the fact you probably don’t even know half the shit these have been through. What use are you to them?”

Raina rolled her eyes. Were they really going to take her down a trip through memory road? She stood tall listening less to what the words were saying and looking around trying to find their source. Sure, her heart was racing... but now it was more for a need to protect her friends than anything else.


The ghostly scene that played for Raina was of her and Rupert, together, before shifting to her in the camps, weak and alone. “You don’t really know how to take care of others, do you? You are also unable of taking care of yourself. It was you who lead Rupert to the mansion in the first place. If it wasn’t for you, the suffering of your peers, your students, and yourself would have never happened.“ Images played before Raina of the suffering of others in the camps. Then it showed the attack at Raina's birthday party, and how many people were hurt. From Luke’s major injuries, to Emeralds frostbite, the voice’s talk with Raina seemed to focus on showing how little she actually mattered. “Poor Mermaid. You can’t seem to do anything right, can you? Poor soul, Poor Dear, but don’t worry! Maybe if you give up now, no one else will suffer because of your incompetence. And you will be all alone, perfectly safe in your own little bubble, but others will continue to suffer. Look on the bright side, though! At least you won’t cause any more pain!”

It was hurtful, yes that was true. To relive those images. But something was stirring within Raina. She didn't want to be alone, no. But for the moment she knew she wasn't. She could see everyone below her and she knew they were just trapped in a house with some telepaths. "Is that the best you can do?" she yelled. "I mean honestly, Rupert? Guess you couldn't read all my thoughts... would have been smarter to blab on about Luke..." saying his name out loud was a mistake. Her body trembled a little. No, what they said about Rupert didn't bother her. Anything to do with Rupert didn't bother her anymore... but saying Luke's name. She wished she hadn't done that.

She tried to look strong and not give away the inner turmoil. "You know, we could help you kid. Give you a home, a safe place, a way to fine tune your powers. You may not think I am very helpful... but there are plenty of people at the mansion who surpass me."

This was Raina's ultimate downfall. She always believed there were good things in even the most evil person. How was she to know the story of this telepath? Maybe they were cruel like this for a reason.

She stared down through the floor trying to ignore the voices and what they said. She focused on Em. As long as she could see her she'd be ok.

And that's when the floor went back to being a floor, and she couldn't see anything at all...

Getting out was pushed from Twyla's mind when the house began to shake. She noted that Emerald was freaked out a split second before Gawain and the wolf girl backed up into the desk. Everything in the house seemed to be shaking and the girl watched in numb confusion as a painting on the wall danced wildly on its nail. There was something hypnotic about the movement and Twyla was still staring when she was grabbed by the hand and pulled back towards the desk. She almost screamed but then realized that it was Gawain who'd pulled her closer to him and a sense of hesitant comfort filled her from his warmth. She'd be okay as long as she wasn't alone. They'd be okay. Everything would be okay--

“Aww, little puppy..."

Twyla had forgotten about the mutants in the commotion caused by the house shaking. Of course they weren't going to be okay, what was she thinking?

What the creepy voice was saying didn't make very much sense. Is she talking about Emerald's ex boyfriend that Ruby was talking about? She thought back to that morning in the living room. She couldn't remember all of what the little fox girl had said but she was sure that the two were connected. Bringing up bad boyfriends=not cool. It was obvious that Emerald was really upset and that flared a bright jet of anger inside of the blond. Her face screwed up into something emulating the wolf girl's look from before the voice began and she pulled away from the boy for a moment (but still held his hand) to get closer to her friend. Her free hand wrapped itself around the taller girl's shoulders in a modified hug and she fiercely whispered into her ear: "You're not the one in jail. You're stronger than this, Em, and I can name plenty of people that love you, myself included." The hug was quick and Twyla was back against Gawain's side in time for Emerald to call the owner of the creepy voice a b*tch.

The anger was not as fleeting as her comfort. It flared up higher when the laughter echoed again in the room. Any fear that she'd had was replaced by the urge to scream and punch someone in the face. It was a strange sensation and very unfamiliar to Twyla. Maybe it was the urge to protect swelling up inside of her.

“Now let’s see What are you, my dear boy, or should I say “dear girl?”..."

"Don't you dare..." Twyla mumbled angrily at the same time the the boy holding her stopped mid-sentence as images of Maya and Gawain materialized in the room, similar to the ones Emerald had face. It was his mom. They were using his mom against him. Twyla pulled her eyes away from the images to glue them on the boy that closed his eyes and told the voices to shut up. There was nothing to say to that, but the girl managed to pull herself closer to Gawain to try and convey all the empathetic, angry, and comforting things she was thinking and feeling through her touch.

When they said something about 'love' he opened his eyes and Twyla turned again to the images they were creating. He loved her...since that first day? She totally missed all the other words that went along with the next images as her mind got stuck on that one track. Something warm filled her stomach but it wasn't anger this time and she looked up, to see the blush spread across Gawain's cheeks. Her eyes were faraway, trying to make sense of her overloaded brain.

The plan was to say something--anything to make up for all the terrible things that the voice just said but then the game changed...

“Now, we focus on the coward of the group..." She didn't even need to hear the rest of the sentence before she knew who the voice was talking about. Her attention became fixed on the voice and the images and she felt cold all over, despite being pulled closer to Gawain. She wormed her face away from his chest so she could watch herself run from everything.

The only reason Emerald and Gawain had to go through their own versions of emotional torture was because of her. They wouldn't have been in the house at all if she wasn't so stupid. This was all her fault. Oh my god...that's so...I'm so...This is all my fault...

She went stiff and pulled away from the boy when she saw the ghost of the monster from the park. Her eyes were as big as dinner plates when all of the things she'd been thinking were thrown back at her and affirmed with real examples of her stupidity and cowardice. All the things she'd been thinking, all the nightmares, everything she didn't tell anyone about were there in the study--plain for everyone else to see. Now Gawain, Emerald and the other girl could see and would know that Twyla Ashby really was a pathetic coward.

I'm so pathetic. It was a confirmation and now the girl felt empty and totally detached.

The other girl's name was Susan and Twyla only half heard everything being said to her. She was focusing on making herself disappear and she was half succeeding, her legs and almost her entire torso were the colors of the study. Pathetic. Worthless. This is all my fault. Twyla barely noticed the burning smell and she jumped when Gawain yelled. The girl felt disoriented but she managed to turn back to the group after taking in the glowing door. Anger flared up again--she'd gotten Em and Gawain into this mess but she wasn't going to let anything else happen to them--or the stranger Susan either for that matter. Twyla was pathetic but she didn't have to act like she was.

The door out of the study was the obvious way out and Twyla made a beeline for it, covering her mouth with her shirt to reduce her smoke inhalation. When she started to turn the knob she turned back and said in a loud but raspy (due more to emotion than anything) voice: "I think it's unlocked--" But I could be wrong...

Observation. Information. Processing. Logic. Options.
"And you are?.... Nevermind."
The question was not asked, but she answered it anyway.
"Susan. My name is Susan." she said as she walked closer to the group "I'm from Xavier's mansion."
Make things clear. Keep it straight. Don't panic.

When the room started shaking, Susan joined the little group by the desk, looking around, her eyes shifting from one color to another so fast it made her head ache. When the voices started to talk, her eyes swam black and she looked around. And she blinked. The voices had no color. Or smell. Or touch. They were in her head.
"This is disturbing" she muttered, leaning against the desk as she wathed the display of ghost images.
There is something useful in not having people skills after all. While listening to the taunts and mocking of their unseen enemies, Susan's brain was observing and processing the information about the people she just met. The red haired girl was a wolf. With some telepath in her past. Susan could see a dark aura of emotion forming around her as she listened. The boy seemed to be some kind of shifter, abandoned by his mother. Susan could relate to that. He was also in love with the other girl; a concept the young witch didn't find too relevant to their current situation. The girl herself displayed camouflage powers, and was labeled as 'coward'. Susan deicded she didn't have enough information to decide that.
Interesting. These three knew their opponents were reading their minds, and they still reacted with such strong emotions...

“Now we have to focus on the witch, who didn’t even know she was a mutant until a short time ago. Interestingly enough, you were proud of the fact that you were a witch..."
Telepathy is the ability to access someone's mind and share their knowledge and emotions. There was no mystery about how it was done. Still, Susan found herself tensing up just like the other kids as the voices started to mock her. She didn't really understand her own reaction; it was clearly a lie, and meant to confuse and distract her, but it evoked some kind of burning feeling inside her she couldn't quite explain.
“ Maybe you want to be hunted like a witch?... Well then, if that is the case, then do my brother and I have a surprise for you out this door?”
Fire. Susan's eyes flashed as she looked towards the door. It was the only exit, and probably locked. She couldn't tell from inside if the fire was real, or only an illusion like the voices; but if the mutant children did set the house on fire...
"I don't think we should go that way." she suggested as the others moved towards the door "It might not be safe..."
But then again, they didn't seem to have a choice.
"You are extremely annoying." she declared to the unseen voices. There.

If it wasn’t for Gawain, Emerald would have been standing in place, lost in her own memories for the next hour or so. Snapping out of the reverie, the werewolf let out a low growl as she realized all the things said to her friends as well their new survivor friend. She had come to the conclusion, at that point, that these freaking people were going to get a face full of werewolf teeth whenever she caught up with them, because they screwed with her friends. For now, she had to focus on the door that lead to the exit of the room. Twyla said it was unlocked, however Emerald had something else in mind for that door.

Without a word, Emerald made her way over to the door, cold rage still crawling through her body. Being angry was never a good thing for her, especially not this angry. In fact, it was quite dangerous for he,r as well as the other people in the room, if she got out of control. These telepaths sure as hell knew how to push her buttons, which wasn’t a good thing for them, not at all. Pain flowed through the wolf girls right arm like wildfire, making her wince. She knew what was about to happen. Gently, Emerald took Twyla by the arm, pulled her away from the door, and placed her near Gawain. With another streak of pain going through her body, Emerald walked back over to the door, not really caring if the room outside was on fire, or if the whole damn house was on fire, for that matter.

Once at the door, Emeralds right arm changed shape, faster than it normally could, which wasn’t exactly a good sign. Audible snaps and cracks emanated from her arm as it shifted into a massive arm that looked like it belonged to a werewolf, or, more accurately, Emerald’s third form. The claw-like hand was large, and it looked like it could easily grasp a human’s head and smash it like a grape. With an inhuman snarl of rage, Emerald slammed that massive “hand” into the door, smashing it off its hinges. Once the door, or what was left of it, fell the floor, the wolf girl started taking deep breaths, inwardly counting back from twenty. She had to calm herself down, if she didn’t, she may end up going third form, and that was the last thing she needed at the moment. Come on Em, get a hold of yourself. You are gonna need to get a grip. You want to protect these people, right? Well you cant do it if you a snarling beast ready to kill anything that moves.

Gradually, Emerald’s arm returned to its normal size and appearance, only leaving her with a partially ripped shirt and a sore arm. The wolf girl smiled a little, noticing that there was in fact no fire in the hallway, just another illusion by the crazy telepaths.

“Well, I feel better now,” the wolf girl stated, a smile creeping across her lips. All of her anger from before seemed to have washed away with just that one action, leaving her far calmer than she had been before. She looked over at Twyla with an apologetic look on her face, “Sorry about moving you, Twyla. I just didn’t want to accidentally hit you while I was destroying the door.”

What the wolf girl didn’t notice, probably because of the situation they were in, was that her arm and her right shoulder were both exposed. Normally, Emerald’s shoulder would have been covered by either a shirt or her denim jacket, which was tied securely around her waist. Now, however, the wolf girl’s scars were visible to the people in the room. While Gawain/Maya had seen some of the scarring on the females left arm, her right arm, as well as her shoulder, was far worse. Most of the scars were long and jagged, as if something had deliberately torn into the female’s skin. Emerald was a fighter, this much was known, but it soon became clear that a good deal of the scars on her shoulder weren’t from fighting. Some clearly looked like old burn wounds, others looked like small pin prick holes that one would get a shot in, and one distinctly looked like someone had smacked the young woman across the back with some kind of whip. What was rather clear to see, though, was the barcode on her right shoulder with numbers underneath it, it read’A1597O’. There was also a huge scar on her shoulder, by far the most prominent of them all. It looked to be a dog bite. The wound was clearly a bad one, judging by how badly it scarred. It would seem that there was a lot Emerald Lupin wasn’t telling people about her past.

Emerald glanced out into the hallway, looking around to see if she could see anything suspicious, like dinosaurs or something, then turned back to the little group. “Coast looks clear, nothing seems to be amiss. Though….” Emerald paused for a moment to look at her three companions. “Just so y’all know, those voices can just bite me. They are wrong about you guys, and they are annoying, so just ignore them, all right?”

There was a pause, Emerald noticing the fact that her arm and shoulder were exposed. She slid her denim jacket off of her waist and placed it back onto her shoulders. Once she felt secure again, she took in a deep breath and sighed. “Me, though… they were right about, 100 percent. And you can be as nice to me as you want, but, quite honestly, I don’t deserve it after everything I have done. I know that and the freaking telepath knew too. No one should love a monster like me.”

Emerald glanced down at the door that she completely destroyed and then started her trek out to the hallway.

“That doesn’t mean I’m not gonna protect you guys though,” she called out, walking through the hallway that had led her to the group in the first place. “Besides, everything looks fine out here. Now we just need to find a way to open the doors and we will be out of here in no t-IME!” The werewolf yelped out the last syllables of the word when a massive hand erupted from the ground, splitting the wood floor before grabbing her firmly by the waist. Emerald struggled about in the thing’s grip as it held her high off the ground, but it seemed that no matter what she tried, she couldn’t get free. Not to mention the poor girl’s right arm was hardly able to move. With all of her loud curses and struggles, the ghostly looking hand, with similar looks as the illusions earlier, held the female high in the air and despite any attempts at escape she made or aide she received, there was no escaping the rather hard squeeze that made Emerald cry out in pain. The hand seemed to dislike her struggling because now her arms and torso now had some nasty red marks on it from the squeezing, most likely forming a bruise later.

“AUGH! BASTARD LET GO OF ME!” she snarled in pain, looking more angry than frightened. Emerald struggled some more just before the hand suddenly plunged back into the hole it made, the floor sealing behind it. All was quiet for a moment, just before two similar hands broke through the floor, going straight for Twyla and Gawain. It would seem that Susan was being spared, but why?

“Well, this sucks.” Emerald growled, once she realized that she had been thrown into a large cage on wheels. She was in a dark dungeon like place that smelt bad and made her vomit a little in her mouth when she first arrived. Sometimes, having enhanced senses wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. The room was suddenly lit, making Emerald visible to anyone who just happened to be looking inside the cage. The female was currently stalking about, looking rather irritable and cross now that she was stuck in a place she couldn’t get out of. This was when Emerald heard a voice, a rather loud and audible laugh that made her snarl ferally.

“Don’t worry, Puppy. You will have company soon,” the females voice chuckled. Emerald growled at the voice, shifting so suddenly that she winced from the pain going up her arms and torso. “Don’t hurt yourself yet! That’s our job. My brother and I just love playing with our new toys and making them last as long as possible. You people are the most fun we have had in years. Amazing what ten years alone with no one to look out for you but your sibling can do. Anyways, have fun in there, I heard there was a nice little bonfire this evening that will really light up your lives.”

Emerald glanced around the stone dungeon, noticing no way out but the large door in the corner of the room…one that looked like it would fit the cage perfectly. She grimaced at the thought of what was going to happen to them. Her right arm dangled by her side limply as she sat down on the cold cage floor, somehow twisting her body in a way that made her feel intense pain from the bruises. Emerald cried out in pain, looking irritably at the marks.

“Damn it…How the hell are we gonna get out of this?” Emerald asked, worry creeping into her voice.

(Post order is follows, Emerald/Twins, Mirror, Twyla, Raina, Susan. Bassically, Emmy twyla and Gawain get thrown into the dungeon like thing, just before they are dragged out to see susans Nightmare. Susan is all alone, and her own horrid nightmare begins. She gets to narrate it because you guys know your own characters personal hells. I will have the twins make apperances with taunting that everyone can still hear. So Now without further ado, Welcome to the Nightmare part of Terror time)

He could tell Twyla was listening to the damn voices by the look on her face and the way she pushed herself away from him. Anger flared up in him once again, who the hell did they think they were, messing with people like this. Beating children was not along the lines of the X-man spirit, so what. He hadn't made the team yet.

"Twyla, don't fade, we need to see you." he told her as she started to camouflage herself. Last thing he needed right now was one of their little group to go invisible.
I need to see you.

>>"You are extremely annoying."

"Ya tell them hun." Gawain smirked as they hurried over the door; Twyla said it was unlocked, but that didn't keep Emerald from blowing off some steam. And a door. And some wall too.
She also had scars. And a barcode. Why did she have a barcode? Gawain only had a few seconds to wonder, so he decided to store the information for another occasion. Preferably one with beer involved.

>>“Me, though… they were right about, 100 percent. And you can be as nice to me as you want, but, quite honestly, I don’t deserve it after everything I have done. I know that and the freaking telepath knew too. No one should love a monster like me.”

"Geez Emmy, ya're such a girl sometimes." he rolled his eyes as they marched out the door. The fire was not better than the ghost images: it was clearly an illusion.

The rest happened very quickly. First Emmy was snatched up; he started to yell to Twyla to run, but didn't even get to the end of the (rather short) sentence before they were caught too, and tossed into some kind of prison.

"F***" the mirrorwalker growled ad the back of his head hit one of the cage bars "What the..."

>>“Damn it…How the hell are we gonna get out of this?”

"Damned if I know" Gawain muttered as he looked around "Any of you girls girly enough to have a pocket mirror?... Hey, where is Susan?"

The other girl, Susan, made the comment about not heading towards the door--but it was too late, Twyla had reached it. She was probably very right but it was the only obvious way out and Twyla hadn't really thought, just sort of walked across the room on auto-pilot as her mind tried to sort itself out and come back into the moment. Just don't think about it. Focus on what you're doing, not what you've done. It's not about who you are, just what you're doing. The girl was about to try the handle when she was pulled away from the door by the wolf girl wordlessly. She half stumbled but managed to stay on her feet near Gawain, who she did not look at. She was afraid of the look she'd find on his face.

Twyla watched with morbid fascination as Emerald's arm morphed into something gigantic, shoved through the door like so much rice paper, and returned to its normal state. "I'm glad you feel better." Her tone was dull--more auto-pilot. "No worries, your method is much...more exciting." When her arm expanded, the wolf girl's shirt ripped further, revealing deep scars all along her arms and shoulders. Twyla had no idea what they were from and she winced on the inside when she tried to imagine what someone had to do to gain so many marks. Poor Emmy...The urge to hug was there, only it was overshadowed by the urge to survive. They needed to get out of the house first, before she could process anything or offer any kind of comfort to anyone. Plenty of time for hugging later.

"They are wrong about you guys, and they are annoying, so just ignore them, all right?”Emerald said. No comment. Twyla kept her eyes from everyone else's and said nothing.

The wolf girl's next comments made the blond look at her. No way, no how was Emerald going to think something as terrible as that. "If they weren't right about us, they were wrong about you too, Em. That's mega bull spit and I know part of you has to know that." There was some emotion in her tone but Twyla's main focus was to get her words out without showing anyone she was shaking. Her friend walked out into the hall and then everything happened so fast.

A giant hand. Some thrashing.

Before Twyla knew it three of (based on the voices) them were in a cage or dungeon of some kind. She squeaked when she landed and then slowly sat up. Emerald was obviously worse for wear, she cried out in pain after she sat down and her tone sounded much more worried than the girl had ever heard it--not much worry, but enough to remind Twyla to be worried. She smoothed back her hair as she got a better look at their cage, and it was a cage. It smelled bad but at least there was light although there wasn't any obvious ways out. Oh, and they were missing one of their party. Gawain's question echoed her own thoughts. Where did Susan go?

"I thought I had a compact..." The girl trailed off as she patted down her pockets. "It's in my bag...which is upstairs. Of course." Twyla sighed and tipped her head back, banging it on the bars so that her sigh became a groan.

Raina paced around the floor with a frown on her face. Again she tried leaving the room only to find that when she walked through the doorway she was back in the room again! She growled and grumbled a bit, annoyed and tired. She laid down on the floor and stared at the ceiling. "If I was an annoying mutant... where would I be hiding?" she said out loud. That's when the floor began to change again into glass.

"How're you doing that?" she grumbled again turning on all fours so that she was now in a crawl. She didn't see the hands grab the girls but saw that they were now in cages on wheels in probably the basement. "Ok, this is gone on far enough." she leaped up to her feet and ran for the door again.

Of course, she wound up back where she started. So, she tried again with more speed. No difference. "I hope you can keep watching me!" she yelled not knowing it was two mutants instead of one. "Because the second you stop concentrating on keeping me locked up here I'm going to get out!"

she stared down through the glass again feeling cold "hang on girls."

Susan was alone.
The red-headed girl shifted her body - at least part of it - and trashed the door, despite the fact that Susan didn't think it was a good idea. Whoever was keeping them inside didn't allow only one exit by accident. Her theory proved to be right when they disappeared, one after another. She couldn't quite make out where they went, but they didn't do it by themselves. And now Susan was alone in the room.
She didn't mind being alone.
It was much, much better than what came after.

The room filled up with people. They came in through the doors - doors? when did the other three appear? - turning over the desk, trashing the bookshelves, breaking furniture and tearing up papers. They wore ragged clothes, and they looked angry.
Susan stood, slowly turning around.
It is all in my head. It is not real. They are using their telepathic abilties to frighten me. It is not real.
Somebody grabbed a handful of her hair, and her head was yanked back; Susan cried out in pain, and suddenly the crowd was yelling at her, one word in all possible languages. She didn't neet to understand all of them to know they meant the same.
Witch.
And then they were pushing, dragging, carrying her out one of the doors; there were hands grabbing her arms, her hair, there were bodies moving as one entity as people kept roaring, and spitting, and demanding some kind of twisted, Medieval justice.
Susan looked down on herself. Her clother were torn. They weren't even her clothes. They were grey and white, and loose, and dirty. She was not wearing shoes.
She looked up, eyes turning black. Some people backed away, crossing themselves. Others didn't.
"Let. Me. Go." she demanded, finally standing on her own feet. Fingers were still digging into her shoulders. "I said, LET ME GO!"
Her own words were dark grey, like smoke; not sharp enough to do any damage to the mood of the mob. She could see angry yellow and crimson murmurs, smears of swearwords and righteous curses, all of them tossed her way. How many people were there? Dozens? A hundred? Susan looked around. The place looked like the square of some Medieval village. With a pile of firewood.
"Oh sh*t."
It is in my head. It is in my head. It is...
Someone slapped her across the face, and it stung painfully real. Her eyes cleared up from shock. The crowd roared, and started dragging her towards the stake. It was slower this time. She was struggling.
Some people rolled out a cart under the arch of a gate; the cart had a cage on it, and there were people inside. Susan couldn't see them clearly.
Susan wondered if fire had a taste. She didn't feel like finding out anytime soon.

Once Twyla and Gawain made their appearances, the wheels in Emerald's head began turning. It seemed that the creepy voice wanted to separate them all for some sick twisted reason. Emerald's mind quickly began trying to formulate some sort of plan as to how the hell they were going to to get out of this. Gawain asked if ether of the girls has a mirror and Em laughed a little out loud, the thought of her having a mirror with her was actually sort of funny. She was more likely to have a baseball bat strapped to her back then a mirror in her pocket.

It was at this point that the cage the three were imprisoned in lurched forward, causing the werewolf to growl a little bit. Once outside of the dungeon like room, it soon became clear to Emerald where the hell Susan was.

“Are you shitting me with this-What the hell happened to my clothes?” Emerald exclaimed upon seeing the medieval times setting and then the fact that her clothes were now some sort of dirty white dress like object. Looking down at the accursed object she noted how it fit somewhat snugly as well as showing off her athletic body, inwardly grimacing. She noticed the pyre as well and she did growl at it however the fact that she was somehow in a dress was throwing her off. It soon became obvious what sort of clothing Emerald did not wear very often. Near death experiences she was used to dresses on the other hand, she was not. “WHY AM I IN A DRESS?!”

Emerald seemed extremely furious about this, primary due to the fact that in her mind, someone changing her clothes meant someone had to get near her. Which pissed her off that she couldn't see the person who did it. She then noticed that everyone's clothes had been changed to something similar Gawain gets pants though, lucky bastard. Emerald rolled her eyes in irritation, a growl clearly erupting from her throat.

"What are we store mannequins?"

“Wow, I didn't think you would be this angry about it puppy, I thought you would be flattered that I picked something medieval for you that fit so nicely.” The voice chimed in, but this time it wasn't echoing in a large room, it was placed within a small form in front of the cage, dressed in the same outfit she wore before. The girl was blond, no shoes, looked to be around 23 and had a good deal of plaid on. The blue eyed girls eyes scanned the group of misfits and let out a light laugh at how their outfits had changed. “It seems that brother and I have picked many outfits to help you look more” She licked her lips, “Appealing for the roast.”

Emeralds left eye twitched considerably in disgust. “Yeah, keep your hands to yourself lady, you touch me or my friends your loosing an arm.” The blond girl started to laugh at the wolf girls statement before focusing her attention on her other victims.

The girl glanced over at Twyla and Gawain and gave both a leering look. She would enjoy playing with the two with her big brother, no doubt having fun with the lovestruck teens. If the witch didn't burn to death, she would also be a good choice, her sarcasm and wit may cheer her up on days they don't catch prey. She gave the two teens a look again only to hear a low growl from the werewolf who stalked over in front of her friends,looking rather menacingly.

“How I will enjoy playing with all of you, I wonder what your pain will be like? It should be interesting to say the least.” She laughed

Near the growing pyre in the village a man the same age as the girl and nearly identical in looks and outfit choice with the exception that she wore a skirt and he wore pants, stood with a smile clear on his face.

“Time to burn my dear,” He told Susan in a very low voice, staying in his spot just before he saw his sister. His grin grew when he saw her, looking extremely excited, though...he was excited for her appearance in more ways in one.

He held his hand out to his sister who smiled at him lovingly. The young woman grinned at the group before skipping away towards her brother, both of them disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Emerald did not notice such key though she was too busy trying to find a way to strangle the girl from far away by ramming herself against the cage door,despite the pain it put her through. Despite this, it had to be noticed that she was putting a dent in it, though after a few more moments of this, the wolf girls body started to ache more and she leaned against the cage wall again.

"Okay, besides the fact we are being held here by Pscyho twins, how has everyones week been?" Emerald asked, feeling no doubt, more bruises starting to form. "So, is there any way we could open this cage door that I just rammed?"

Meanwhile, where Raina was she would notice the laughing start up again. "So, do you like your friends fried, or broiled?"

(Heroes May find a way out of the cage, but we still have to be stopped untill Susan blatantly needs saving which may be in the next post it all depends. Mirror and Twyla can find a way out in their posts if they want, we just need to AOK for super muties! Sound good to yall?)

No mirrors. No way out of the cage for him, unless their werewolf was able to break the bars. You get trapped in a nightmare with three girls, and there is not a single damn mirror around. How about that. A girl nightmare in itself.
"Just great."

>>“Are you shitting me with this-What the hell happened to my clothes? WHY AM I IN A DRESS?!”

"Geez, Emmy" Gawain frowned, covering his ears "It doesn't look that bad, y'know." If he was Maya right now, she would probably be annoyed that Emerald was less of a girl than she was. There were not many people around to be less girly than a gender shifter.
The white dress didn't look bad on Twyla either.
Gawain looked down at himself; he was wearing pants, a loose white shirt-like thing that went down almost to his knees, and nothing else.

Also, a mob was dragging the girl named Susan towards a pile of firewood.

>>“Wow, I didn't think you would be this angry about it puppy, I thought you would be flattered that I picked something medieval for you that fit so nicely.”

"You!" Gawain was gripping the bars of the cage, staring at the girl. She looked out of place in her clothes and her attitude, and she wasn't trying to hide. "Has anyone ever told you that you watch too much anime?" he frowned at the girl, who looked older than him, and could go straight to hell for all he cared.
Which she did. Kinda. Together with her brother, or lover, or whoever the other creep was. Probably both.
"HEY!" he yelled over the roar of the crowd and the sound of Emmy trying to break a shooulder "DON'T YOU DARE..."
And they were gone.

>>"So, is there any way we could open this cage door that I just rammed?"

"Well, sh*t." Gawain observed "You'd think these things are not designed to hold a werewolf..." reaching around the door of the cage his hand found an iron lock about as big as his fist "Y'know I never learned to open these. Blame it on the mirrors."

He could see some kind of guards watching them, and the crowd. The Medieval scene of a witch hunt was bound ot have guards. If they started to mess with the lock, they would stop them anyway.

Gawain let out a frustrated growl and punched one of the bars, leaving his knuckles bruised. He took a deep breath.

Think, dammit.

Midde Ages. People. Guards. Watching.

"Twyla. You think you can camouflage all three of us?"