Twyla jerked with the cage when it moved forward. She pulled herself up on her knees so she could get a better look at where they were headed. Soon the cart left the dark room and was outside. The first thing she noticed was that it was loud and the second thing that she noted was that Emerald was freaking out about something--it was very distracting. Her mind shuffled this away as her eyes adjusted to the light. There was a pile of firewood in what appeared to be some old-school town square. Now, normally a pile of firewood didn't make Twyla Ashby tune out everything else but normally a pile of firewood was not accompanied by an angry mob and a girl in a dirty shift that looked suspiciously like a girl named Susan. It didn't take much for the blond to deduce that they were about to witness a witch burning.

Oh, I'm wearing a dress too. The girl noted after running her hands down her sides to check. "Calm down, Emerald." Twyla's eyes didn't even look at the wolf girl, they were still transfixed on the mob and the pile. That was definitely Susan--but if this was some kind of illusion like the previous torture had been, could she get hurt? Could they really burn her alive? Her question was not answered but it was pushed from her mind by a creepily familiar voice. Twyla finally pulled her eyes away from the scene outside the cage to look at the speaker. She was a young woman, she was blond, and she was the reason that Twyla Ashby was in the cage in the first place.

The girl tensed up at the sight of the blue eyed woman but said nothing, she didn't really have to--Emmy and Gawain were throwing angry tones and insults at her. Twyla just blinked when the cold eyes leered at her. Part of her wanted to yell too but she couldn't think of anything to say--nothing would make the situation any better. She was angry and scared and worried but she kept her face blank and stared right back at the woman before half-crawling over to where Gawain was gripping the bars and putting a hand lightly on his shoulder. She wasn't sure why she did it--she just needed to be near him.

Her eyes went again to the scene before them when the girl skipped off towards, what Twyla assumed, was her brother. The way they looked at each other was creepy and Twyla suppressed a shudder. Once they were gone her mind went back to more pressing matters. There was no doubt in her mind that Susan was being burned at the stake--or wood pile or whatever--and they had to get out of the cage and help her, just in case the illusions really could hurt them. getting out the cage would be nice in general as well. Apparently the wolf girl felt the same because she had begun to ram herself against the bars of the cage. After she dented it a bit she fell back. "Because that's healthy for the cuts on your back." Twyla murmured as she stood up to survey the cage.

It was strange, she knew that she should be angry and upset and scared and all of that but those emotions seemed to be dull in the background. Twyla was numb and focused on the task at hand. There was no good that would come from being a puddle (although the option did cross her mind), so she had to at least attempt to make herself useful and not do anything stupid that would get her friends or Susan hurt. The voices had told her that she was pathetic--she had to at least pretend like she didn't know it was true. She could prove to herself that not everything she did ended in disaster, right? Gawain admitted that he couldn't pick locks and Twyla didn't have to say that she was in the same boat. What could she do that was useful? Well...gymnastics, but she wasn't skinny enough to twist her way through the bars. There was also dance, but she didn't see the application of any of those moves in a situation like this. She always had her mutation...

Gawain asked her if she could camouflage all three of them. The only time she'd used her powers on three people was when she had been climbing a building to hide from the cops (that was actually her first week in New York) but she'd done it. The girl nodded before replying. "Yeah, but you guys have to stay super still or you'll shake it off and mess up the edges." She didn't bother to explain herself further, she knew what she meant. "Oh, and we're all going to need to be touching." Brown eyes scanned the crowd and then she saw them, the men that were watching the cage. Finally she caught the boy's drift. They wanted a witch. Why not give them a magic show? Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the amazing disappearing girl!

"Guys, come here." She said as she stood near the front bars of the cage. Twyla's arms were out and her hands were outstretched, ready to grab onto Emmy and Gawain--they were shaking a bit as if her body hadn't gotten the memo that she was supposed to be numb. "Just don't move." She said quietly as she attempted to relax. Eventually her breathing slowed and she felt the familiar release that was her powers acting up.

(Gawain and Emmy: Feel free to cover yourselves up, just note that if you move or talk the camo won't be perfect or Twyla might lose your form altogether. It doesn't feel like anything but you have to remain in physical contact with Twyla or it drops instantly.)

“Time to burn my dear.”
Susan glared at the young man before her; he seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and wore clothes that didn't fit the Medieval scene. She recognized the voice. It tasted to sweet to be healthy. Artifical flavors included.
The witch spat at his feet.
It was what every decent witch would have done. Susan was not great, this one being her first try at such a rude gesture, but considering the circumstances, it was quite satisfying.
"Sick bastard." she hissed at him, struggling against who knows how many hands keeping her in place, as she watched the two mutants walk away. She earned a slap from a woman without a face.
"This is not real." she stated as they dragged her to the pyre. Unfortunately it did feel real, and she felt splinters in her bare feet as she was pushed up onto the top of it. A priest appeared out of nowhere.
"You have to be kidding me." Susan glared, someone tying her hands behind her back "Do I look like Joan of *** Arc?"
The priest raised a crucifix in front of her, and started murmuring words in Latin. The witch sighed. "You want to hear my sins?" she asked, tilting her head. She sniffed. "It doesn't smell like Latin." Susan looked around to see if the creepy mutants were still around. "Hey if you are digging around in my head you could at least find the proper words!" she said to no one in particular.
The priest reminded her of someone. He looked like a copy of one of the priests at her school. She hated most of them.
Latin or not, the recital was coming to an end, and there was only one thing left on the agenda. Susan swallowed, and looked around. There was the cage she'd seen earlier, but it looked empty. She wondered if the other students and Juka were around somewhere.
There are two ways a witch burning can go. There is the humanitarian version - they make sure the wood is damp enough for the smoke to suffocate the witch before the flames get to her. The other... well, the original idea.
"Ummm... help?..."

((New posting order for stuff to make more sense. Permission from Emmy. Order for this round: Mirror, Emerald, Twyla, Susan, and Raina feel free to post whenever you'd like))

Gawain held Twyla's hand as the camouflage covered all three of them. She did a great job; moving his head carefully to look down, he couldn't even see himself. It was weird. Turning slowly to look around, he held her hand as they waited. One minute. Two.
Come on you idiots, look around. The prisoners are friggin' missing!

Finally one of the above mentioned idiots - they called them guards in the Middle Ages - noticed the cage was empty; some shouting followed, with major confusion, and a guard with the key walked over to inspect the cage, the door, the lock, then the cage again. Gawain held his breath, and squeezed Twyla's hand.
Finally, the guard opened the door.
Here goes nothing.

"Stay hidden." he whispered a spit second before he let go fo her hand, camouflage dropping as he kicked the guard in the face. The guard fell, Gawain landed on him, then stood and punched the other one standing nearby.
"Go get Susan!" he yelled. The werewolf was loose, and she had a clear way to get out of the cage. Twyla had nothing else to do than stay hidden, just in case something went wrong. Gawain knew he could leave the rest up to Emerald.

Double tap. He kicked the guard he had just punched. He had something Gawain needed, something that put a wicked grin on his face: a longbow. And a quiver.
Who would have thought all that training would prove to be useful one day.

"The witch is ours." he announced, still grinning, as he threw the straps of the quiver over one shoulder, not bothering to put it on; he already had one arrow on the string. He looked around, daring people to attack.

It's easy to be brave when a werewolf has your back.

Fury still burned deep within the body of the teenage werewolf, but she knew she would have to let it pass in order to save Susan and to get them the hell out of there. It was weird for Emerald to be this protective over people she didn’t even fully trust yet but maybe there was a part of her that was actually opening up to them. Grabbing Twyla’s other free hand she grinned a little as the three teens seemingly disappeared in the cage. At this point Emerald made a note that if she ever needed to do something stealthy, to drag Twyla along because her power came in handy for things like this.

With her heart beating fast in anticipation, she watched the guard unlocked the gate grinning as Gawain dropped his cover to punch the guy in the face, then the other guard dropped giving a certain excited wolf girl the perfect chance to unleash her wrath.

“Its show time boys and girls.” Emerald growled, dropping Twyla’s hand before leaping into the fray. Now that she was loose, it seemed that the angry mob seemed less angry and more frightened than anything else. One guard approached her , grabbing the soon to be bruised arm from behind, causing the wolf girl to wince a little. The guard soon found how big of a mistake he made by the elbow colliding with his torso. The male collapsed, clutching his stomach from the very powerful elbow that collided with it. It was at this point Emerald realized that she could use her right arm again, the earlier fatigue she felt was gone and though her arms were in pain as well as her back she could care less at the moment.

Emerald practically dove into the crowd of witch burners, taking them all out one by one. With Punches and kicks the werewolf was a deadly opponent for anyone to fight against. It was something to note however, that Emeralds fighting style, looked oddly enough like a dance, a very deadly and brutal dance. There were several questions though that could be asked about Emeralds current condition.

Were her arms hurting from the Bruises?

Hell Yeah!

Did the wound on her back reopen up and was now bleeding through her white dress causing her pain and discomfort?

Hell Yeah!

Did she care?

Hell no!

That about summed up Emerald’s mentality in a nutshell at the moment, while she was clearing a path (thought untintentionally) straight to the stake where poor Susan was tied up at. It was at this point however that Emerald noticed, she was right next to a ye old lake, a rather conviently placed one at that. As she punched out another guard, she reached down and grabbed his weapon over his unconscious body, it was a glaive, not unlike the glaive she used to use back in her days at Fusion Corp or in that small beach Bungalow in Florida to help her train her water abilities. Her smile only grew in width as she span the spear like object in her hands, pointing outwards at the group of angry people who came towards her. They seemed to get the ‘point’ of her glaive wielding skills as the circled her but they also knew that there was no way she could fight them all off.

Though, the apparently didn’t know the Hydrokinetic werewolf too well.

With a grin, Emerald swept the weapon outward, her body flowing with it, as she formed a wave from the lake, washing over the crowd, knocking them backwards and Ironically enough, over the growing fire near Susan, washing over her as well. A sheepish grin crept across the wolf girls face as she waved a little at the girl, who had a bright red fish flopping on her head.

“Sorry about that!” She called out, obviously not realizing that she just unintentionally put out the large growing fire with her abilities.

Fighting her way back over to Gawain was no easy task; somehow the villagers had grown in number leaving the kids in a very tight spot, Em knew she would not be able to make her way through so many of them without sustaining serious injuries in the process...well if she was seen anyways. Its a good thing Twyla was camouflaged and could probably get through all those guys. What Em Didn’t notice was that through all of the unconscious people all laying on the medieval ground, she had actually cleared a pretty open path over to Susan. Once again it was unintentional, for her intention was only beating up the idiotic witch burners to prevent them from burning Susan, thought she seemed to be doing a good job of helping out her ‘team’. Though, this wasn’t what was on her mind at this point, her brain somehow just pieced together a very important fact she didn’t realize before and probably wouldn’t have realized if they were in any other kind of situation.

As she now stood back to back to Gawain, about ready to fight of the mob again, she grinned a laugh escaping her lips. “You and Twyla are a couple aren’t ya? Congratulations on that! When we get out of here, we should all go out for Milkshakes or something.” Emerald told him, occasionally growling at the the zealots that came near her. She still had her glaive in hand, grinning at it admiringly, “So how many have you taken out, I lost track after 23. “

When Twyla Ashby used her powers (most of the time) the act of calming down and letting herself go gave the girl an intense sense of peace. This time was no different, all of the sights and sounds and built up emotion melted off the girl as her powers slid across her body and across Gawain and Emerald. She'd done her part, now all they had to wait for was the reaction of ye old angry mob.

It worked--the guards were fooled by her camouflage and one came closer and appeared to be intent on opening up their cage. When Gawain squeezed her hand Twyla returned the gesture and tried to keep her face from breaking out into a nervous smile that would make her mouth momentarily visible. Gawain let go first, after telling the girl to stay hidden. He lunged at the guard and kicked him, sending both of the sprawling. He then went on to take out the second nearest man. After that Emerald was gone too, tearing through the cage and into the large crowd.

Twyla stayed hidden.

Emerald attacked the mob, through various means, before using her other powers to send a wave of water crashing around the burning mound and the villagers (or whatever they were called). The fire was out but the witch was still standing on the pile of wood. Twyla watched, unmoving, waiting for the wolf girl to let down Susan and get the fish off of her head. She was surprised when she didn't, but rather made her way back to Gawain.

Feeling highly inadequate and wondering why no one was currently focused on the witch at the witch burning, Twyla stayed hidden.

And then she moved, walked actually. The area around the cage was devoid of moving guards and from where she stood near the bars she could see the path that Em had cut through the crowd. All of the focus was on the threats at the party, from what the blond could see so she did what any self respecting Hansel or Gretel would do, she went off in the direction of a witch. It was slow going, as she tried to keep herself masked as much as possible, but since the wolf girl had made a very nice path she wasn't really payed much attention to as she walked closer and closer to the woodpile. Her mind was shutting down all unnecessary worrying so that it could focus on one person--Susan. Getting to Susan was more important than hiding and being scared at the moment, so that was what Twyla was attempting.

((Hope this works, if not let me know. ))

Being tied up and standing on a pyre, Susan couldn't do much besides watching the amazingly simple rescue plan unfold, and silently hoping someone would get to her before the flames did. She made sure she didn't look down; if her vision switched at the wrong moment, she could have her eyes burnt, as weird as it sounds. She could smell smoke, the smell just as grey and heavy as the thing itself.
The wolf made her way across the crowd with considerable speed. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Susan never quite understood the point in violence, even though seeing the witch hunters beaten up proved to be quite satisfying. Even with firewood burning not so far away under her feet.
Then came a fascinating display of hydrokinethic powers, and a wave of cold water washed over her, estinguishing the flames and leaving something cold, wet and wriggling on top of her head. Dark eyes crossed as Susan tried to decide if it was a threat. It wasn't. It was a fish.
"I. Am not amused."
She could see the other girl moving towards her down the path cleared with good intentions. Her power was camouflage that fooled the eyes, but it couldn't fool all senses at once. It didn't matter either.
"Thank you" she nodded to the girl, rubbing her wrists once the ropes were cut "I am more than ready to leave this place behind."
She took the lead on the way back to the knight and the wolf, staring down villigers who were still standing in five different colors, one more menacing than the others.
"Thank you" she said again, this time to all of us "I really appreciate not being left behind..."
Now all was left to find a way out. Preferably through the dead body of a certain pair of psychics.

Raina was watching all of this unfold through the see through floor that apparently only she could see through. She went through many emotions hoping her friend would get free. She pounded on the glass cursing the voices around her.

That's when the ceiling sort of opened up and water started gushing in. Raina looked up in horror but as the water landed at her feet she didn't change. "It's just an illusion." she told herself. If felt wet and cold. But she did not change. "A very good one." it was gushing in like a waterfall and it wasn't long before Raina had to hold her breath to get on all 4s and bang on the glass. She tried breathing through the 'water' but her brain just couldn't get around it without gills.

It seemed like everyone below her was finally starting to get things under control but Raina could see blood oozing down Em's back. She banged even harder on the glass. They were going to get away and didn't even know she was here as far as she knew. The water was coming in faster and furniture was starting to float by. She had to swim to the surface and take a breath then swim back down to bang on the glass praying she got someone's attention.

It was so odd to be swimming without the change.
\Please please please she thought Someone notice me!

She banged even harder making as much noise with her throat as she could in the water.

The ceiling above everyone else would have flickered for a moment. If anyone's eye had caught it they'd see a drowning Raina banging helplessly on it wanting to be noticed.

Gawain kept the people in check while Emerald hacked her way cheerfully through the crowd. She seemed to be enjoying it. She didn't really notice what he observed, after firing off the first few arrows: any of the illusion people who should have been lying dead, disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving some toy doll on the ground.
It was giving the young knight the creeps.

>>“You and Twyla are a couple aren’t ya? Congratulations on that! When we get out of here, we should all go out for Milkshakes or something."

Gawain rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, great, we'll talk 'bout it later."
Great. So not only the psychotic twins were bent on outing his feelings for Twyla, now the werewolf was getting the right idea too. Will he really be the last one to talk to her about it?!

>>"So how many have you taken out, I lost track after 23. “

"You win." he smirked "I don' even have that many arrows."
And he was saving them, in case the twins didn't like their witch raw.

Talking about said witch: Twyla remembered to untie her, and she was very happy about it.
"So, do we have everyone? Awesome." he nodded, looking at the three girls "Now let's get the hell outta hTWYLA WATCH OUT!"

Too late.
Too f*** late.
The same arm and hand that had grabbed them before to drag them into the Medieval hell appeared again out of nowhere, through the wall of a nearby house, lifted Twyla off her feet, and pulled her in. Arm, hand and girl all vanished behind the wall in a mere second.

"Dammit!" kicking the door down, he ran inside; of course there was no sign of Twyla. He didn't really believe there would be. Twyla was gone. Probably dragged into her own personal hell.
Looking around on the edge of panic, Gawain spotted a mirror on the wall. He didn't even turn around to see if the werewolf was following.

"Em, get Susan and try to find a way out." he said, pressing his palm against the glass as he merged with his reflection "If you find one, go. I mean it." he glanced back "I'll go find Twyla."

And with that, the knight disappeared as well.

((OOC: permission to godmod from Emmy. Posting order the same as above. Twya you are free to begin your nightmare. Raina you shall be spotted soon ))

Cool, so the group was all back together and so now Em believed that they could finally get the hell out of there. Then, of course, something horrible had to happen to separate them, typical of evil villains to do this to the heroes of the story. Once Twyla was grabbed the wolf girl nearly lunged at the arm to get her friend but it disappeared with her before she could even make a move. Cursing to herself Emerald growled at the hand, following after Gawain once he bolted after his love intrest.

It would be probably better if we stay together and of course Gawain went off to rescue his fair maiden and leaving me here. Idiot, hes gonna get himself killed. Emerald thought to herself, failing to see the irony of her own thoughts.

Turning to Susan the wolf girl smiled a little, a slight wince from the scratches from the dinosaur aching. Though, the blood had stopped flowing, now it was just covered in coagulated blood, as well as that dress she had been forced in. Her eyes scanned the girl to see if she was injuried in any way shape or form, when she didn’t see any any bad injuries,her smile grew.

“Alright, now that ya aren’t burning at the steak, or having a fish flop around on your head-sorry about that- How about we find a way out of here? Oh The names Emerald Lupin, Renegade X man and Hydrokenetic werewolf.” Emerald grinned tail wagging ack and forth.

It was at this point Emmy noticed that there was a loud banging noise. The young wolf girl was far too concentrated on the situation around her before to hear but now she did. Her keen hearing focused on the sound and once she found it her eyes widened a little, seeing her favorite teacher trapped.

“Shit Raina!” Emerald spat, taking her glaive and hurling it like a javilan at the glass that held her teacher behind it. It was a good thing she had great aim with that thing, for it hit a spot a few feet away from Rainas torso, cracking the glass with the sheer force of the throw, soon shattering the thing entirely. Somehow in that brief moment, the ceiling lowered itself closer to the ground, so the young teacher wouldn’t take a great fall. But instead fell into a giant pile of hay.

At this moment the entire scene changed and the medieval setting changed into the game room part of the house, Raina on a giant pile of pillows and the Glaive turning into a pool stick. Not only that but everyone was in there normal clothes again, causing Emmy to hug herself a little. It was obvious she was happy being back in her clothes,.

“My hatred for Psychics has grown ten fold because of this place.” Emerald growled going over to Raina to help her up. Once she was there she looked at both Raina and Susan. “Okay, we should go find Gawain and Twyla before they get hurt.” Emerald stated, concern for her friends creeping into her voice.

“You wont find them! You will all fail and be our playthings forever and ever!” That chipper voice exclaimed, sending chills down Emeralds spine. “I hope you had fun with your personal Nightmare Susan and you too Raina.”

“Oh go bang your brother you crazy bitch.” Emerald snarled, her protective Alpha instincts starting to kick in. “So help me if you hurt Gawain or Twyla I will rip out your ovaries and shove them up your nose. But if you give up now, I will just give you a nasty concussion and cut off a few toes for what you have done so far.”

“Te Hee, Funny funny puppy. But I think our games with them are just beginning.” The girl giggled.

Emerald looked around the room, trying to smell the air to see if she could catch their scent and found nothing, sighing in frustration. “We gotta find the others.”

OOC Hopefully this will work for all parties involved, questions Pm

Twyla eventually got to Susan and a moment later got the ropes to slide off her wrists. "Of course." She replied to the thanks with a tight smile. "Me too." As far as bad ideas went, going to the creepy house in the first place had been one of Twyla's dumbest bad ideas. She followed the other girl back towards Emerald and Gawain, keeping her eyes upward so she could watch the fighting that they were still doing. It was not a good feeling, just standing around watching while your friends put the beat on some medieval villagers. When they reached the other two it seemed like everyone was excited to get out of that place--it's not like they knew how--and then there was a warning...

And then there was another giant hand.

At first the girl felt like she was falling, but it was dark so she couldn't tell--and then there was a slight pain on her bottom that told Twyla that she had landed. It was still dark, and she made no move to get up. It was just so dark. As she got older, Twyla had realized that her fear of the dark was ridiculous, but she'd never quite managed to let it go. There was something simply terrifying about the things that could or could not get you in a dark room. There was no limit to the things that could lurk in a dark corner--the dark was just so...dark.

And then there was light.

It was a faint reddish light and it was coming from down the other end of the hallway that Twyla was apparently sitting in. Deciding it would be better, at least moderately, if she could see, the girl stood up shakily and hesitantly walked down the corridor. "Gawain?" She called softly, trying to figure out if the hand had brought her to a similar place as last time and all of them were together. "Emerald?" There was still no answer, and her voice echoed eerily back to her as she walked. "Susan?" She'd reached the end of the hall.

At least she was back in her regular clothes.

The reddish light had been coming from a neon sign surrounding a wooden frame of a sinister looking clown. The clown's mouth was open, revealing a black expanse beyond. It took her a moment, but Twyla finally realized that she must have stumbled onto the illusion of some kind of fun house. Apparently fun had different meanings for different people. She was shaking and trying not to hyperventilate, but the girl decided to enter the clown mouth--she had a better chance of finding the others in there than standing on the outside alone and in the dark. Even with the reddish tinted light it was so dark.

The first room was not much brighter than outside and it was a giant spinning barrel, Twyla ended up falling and having to crawl through it--she screamed the first time she fell, and her scream echoed through the building. Just find the others, you'll be okay. She reminded herself as she slunk on her belly through the tunnel like room. The next non-moving surface was a platform with two doors. The sign on left one read:'To the Hall of Mirrors' and the right said 'To the Ball Pit'. She opened up both doors and called out:" Gawain? Susan? Emmy? Someone?" and then she waited.

Nothing except her echo.

Fear was really starting to creep through the girl now, causing all the fine hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end as she stood in front of the doors. It was beginning to dawn on Twyla that maybe she was supposed to be alone and that this was yet another form of personal torture created by the twins. "Gawain?" She whispered, finally deciding that the best place to find a mirror-walker was in a hall of mirrors. As soon as she stepped inside, the door closed and locked behind her. The girl suppressed the urge to scream at the sudden noise and hesitantly walked farther into the 'hall'. After a moment of tiny, nervous footsteps, Twyla decided that she didn't like halls of mirrors if they were going to be so creepy. It was actually more of a maze, and the lights were flickering in a way that made her almost jump every time her distorted reflection was revealed to her.

She did scream, once. it was a very tiny scream, more of a pathetic squeak than anything. Instead of giving way to another path, once of her reflections had been solid. All of the fellows near it had been solid too (she hadn't seen the contact coming), Twyla was getting lost and her fear was making her panic more and more. "Just focus on finding the others--you're going to be okay--the others--Gawain?" The boy's name came out as more of a choked sob as the girl got more and more confused and desperate in the dimly lit maze.

“Alright, now that ya aren’t burning at the steak, or having a fish flop around on your head-sorry about that- How about we find a way out of here? Oh The names Emerald Lupin, Renegade X man and Hydrokenetic werewolf.”
Susan wasn't even surprised somebody got dragged away. If the scene was created by telepaths, they must have been observing everything they did, and decided the game was not over yet. Keeping the group separated from each other was a logical move. On their part. And very annoying too.
Susan made an attempt to try and pick up something from the girl and the boy - but none of her senses seemed to find them. It also made sense. Telepaths had a way of controlling their senses. It was part of the illusion.
Hydrokinetic werewolf? Interesting.
Before the witch could have done anything more than nodding her head in agreement, the wolf girl noticed something above them; then came the sound of shattering glass, and one of the Mansion teachers falling from upstairs.
"I hope you are real" Susan told her, just before Emerald went into another string of threats against their invisible kidnappers. The witch admired her creative thinking.
... well, at least their clothes were back. And so was the real house, if it could be called real.
"Technically, they have to be inside the house." Susan pointed out "They can't just disappear."
Switching her senses around in every possible way, Susan tried to find a trace, a scent, a sound, anything, from the two who disappeared. Nothing. She was getting frustrated.
"Well, I guess we have to go and search. I am blind in here..."

The water was filling up fast and Raina's lungs were burning. She was starting to get dizzy. Her eyes hurt too and her legs were starting to ache. Would she change? Could a psychic do that to her? She didn't know and she didn't want to find out.

When she thought she was going to finally pass out she could see that Em could see her. The wolf girl made eye contact and suddenly something long and pointy had been thrown at her. Before she knew it she was falling. Falling. There was no water. Not even any glass really, just her and the air. Oh. and the ground coming up faster than anything.

And then the ground was a bail of hay instead and her last thought was the irony... but yes it was real hay and not just some optical illusion.

She laid stunned for a moment and then sat up. "Uh..." she groaned staring at the others. "Nice to meet ya." she rubbed her head. "Nice to finally get noticed." she struggled to stand up. "bad time to introduce myself as the competent music teacher?" she grinned bitterly.

"Please tell me you have a way out Em?"

Gawain didn't remember this many mirrors in the house. Although running for your life does make you fail to observe minor details, and he hadn't seen most of the rooms yet. Bust still.
Too. Many. Mirrors.
Which was good, actually. He could go from one into the other quickly, look for Twyla, find her, and go home together with the others...
As soon as he left that first mirror in the Medieval village, the illusion was gone. He was back in the haunted house, back in his normal clothes (thank God). The bow and arrows were gone too. Bummer.
And then he heard the voice.

"So what've you gotten yourself into this time, brat?"

It was unmistakeable, and extremely grumpy. Gawain blinked as he stopped halway across a mirror.
"Rupert?!" he stared "What the hell are you... wait." he shook his head with a sigh "You are not real."
The zealot nodded.
"No, I am not."
And then he shot the mirror.

"F***." Gawain panted as he fell into the closest reflecting surface, just in time to see the last one shatter from the bullet. For real. It shattered. Which meant that if he would have been in it a second longer...
"F****"
Rupert aimed at his mirror.
Gawain ran.

The rooms didn't look familiar. Or, rather, they did, but none of them belonged to the haunted house. Some belonged to places that scared the lights out of Mirror when s/he was younger; the twins were doing a horribly great job at digging up the worst places he remembered. Gawain didn't stop to look. He could hear the unmistakeable sound of shattering glass bahind him everywhere he went.

And then, suddenly, he was back in the house.

"Gawain?.. Gawain!"
The young knight stopped in his tracks.
"Mom?"
It looked real. It was the living room he'd seen earlier, perfectly real and normal. And it was her. She was wearing jeans and a jacket, holding a gun in her hand as she looked around cautiously. She looked confused, and worried. "Gawain?"
Not real. Not real. Cannot be real.
"Mom?"
She didn't hear. She walked across the room slowly, looking around; she glanced towards the mirror, but she didn't seem to notice him.
So close.
"Mom!" Gawain puched against the glass from the inside. Nothing happened. He pushed again, focusing his powers. Nothing.
He was trapped.
"MOM!" he yelled, hitting the glass with his fists. She didn't hear. She walked towards the door at the other end of the room.
"HEY!" Gawain yelled, banging on the glass desperately. It started to crack, at the corners of the mirror "MOM!"
She was leaving. She didn't see him. He was trapped.
One of the cracks in the glass grew longer with every hit; Gawain punched the mirror with a frustrated growl, and felt a sharp pain on his cheek.
"Damn!"
He moved into the next mirror, watching Mom leave the room as he reached up to touch his cheek. He could feel blood dripping down his chin and onto his shirt.

He went on. He saw lots of things, and the things he was were getting worse every time. Someone got hurt; friends, Mom, people he cared about. Everyone but Twyla.
And mirrors kept shattering; sometimes broken by someone, others just on their own. Gawain went on, ducking from one mirror into the other, often in the last second.

A bathroom. It looked familiar. He knew he had been there before. There was someone behind the curtain of the shower; when the water stopped running, an arm reached out for a towel. Gawain blinked.
"How is this a nightmare?"
Maxine didn't look that bad, dressed in a towel.

"If I ever find you two, I'm going to kill you. Both of you." he panted a minute later when he stumbled into the next mirror, marks of shattered glass on his right arm. He didn't even wonder why Maxine would keep a baseball bat in her bathroom. She probably didn't.

He ran. Again. Next time he stopped, he was in some kind of an illusion again; another hall, filled with mirrors. Oh joy. At least none of them were shattering. Yet.

>>"Gawain?"

His heart jumped at the scared little voice.

"TWYLA?"

((Posting order change! Twyla's up next!))

Twyla was scared and it was dark and it was scary and it was too quiet and this whole situation was unraveling faster than the knitting she'd tried to learn when she was in fourth grade. It was all starting to make Twyla very frustrated. Maybe yelling at evil telepathic mutant psychos that are keeping you in their creeper house was not a very wise plan of action--but no one said Twyla Ashby was wise. Besides, everyone else had done it pretty much, it was definitely the blond's turn. The sniveling coward act was getting old anyway, especially as the girl came to realize that there was nothing scary in the mirror maze--it was just creepy.

"Alright, seriously!?" Twyla yelled at no one in particular as she ran into 'herself' for what seemed liked the millionth time. "This is ridiculous--I don't see how watching me walk around in this stupid place is amusing." She staggered, propping herself up against one of the mirrors, and then she heard it.

Slithering, like that of a million snakes moving through mud. The insults and yelling died in her throat as the girl tensed up, almost tripping over her own feet as she backpedaled down another mirrored passage. The panicked urge to hide fought with the more pressing urge to run--she'd heard this sound before, in her nightmares.

"Gawain, Susan, Emerald, please be somewhere." Panic bubbled up inside the girl once again like yeast as she clumsily tore through the maze. And then, like all the stupid girls in horror movies that the girl despised--Twyla tripped. The sound came closer and the girl scrambled back to find herself pressed against a wall. She was backed into a corner and she scratched at the slippery surface of the mirror, trying to crawl her way out of the maze.

"It's just an illusion..." Twyla murmured to herself as she tried to calm her breathing. "Just relax and you can hide." Shaking arms went out to help pull her legs in as the young mutant tried to force her powers into action. After a moment she saw that her arms and legs were covered--but something was wrong, the lighting wasn't allowing her powers to correct themselves fast enough. Twyla couldn't run or hide. "Dammit." The girl hit her head against the hard surface behind her.

As if by themselves, tears sprang to the girl's brown eyes a moment later. The sound and the source were nearing her now. "Oh please, I was so stupid to go there, to the park. Don't let it be--someone please help me." Twyla's pleading voice got quieter and quieter as it sunk in that she was alone. There was no one there to catch her when she fell or who could save her from the tentacles that would wrap themselves around her face. Twyla Ashby was alone in the flickering darkness.

She was terrified.

"Gawain, please...someone." The slithering noises were her only reply.

The series of reflecting surfaces Gawain was stumbling through turned into a maze of mirrors. There was no answer to his call, but she could still hear Twyla's voice somewhere farther away, along with some strange slithering noise that made his skin crawl.

"TWYLA?"

There were long corridors of mirrors now, and no matter how fast he went from one to the other, he was still going pretty slow, which made him even more annoyed.
Keep talking, girl. Just keep talking.

>>"Gawain, please...someone."

After minutes that seemed to stretch into eternity, he found her. She was sitting against the mirrors in a dead end, terrified of something thaat could only be heard, not seen.
"Twyla!" Gawan ran to the mirror closest to her and pushed again the glass. Nothing. He was still trapped. His right hand left red prints on the inside of the mirror "Twyla, I'm here, it's okay." he said, kneeling down to look at her "It's okay. Look at me. Are you hurt?"

The strange sound was coming closer; for a moment, it stopped, and then started again, accompanied by the sound of shattering glass. One mirror. Then another. Gawain's eyes widened. Damn.

"Twyla, listen. You need to get out of here. Now."

((All right, posting order resumes, go ahead and save us already ))