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The walls seemed to dance and shake. Something was happening outside. Her eyes moved to false Geo but he looked just as confused as her as to what it could be. She figured the mutants were going to start using their powers to get them. That could mean one could melt the walls of the building with laser vision or tear the earth in half. She had no real sense of the depth of their abilities. She pulled Geo deeper into the haunted house ride.

Inside as a macabre example of humanity. Twisted and fowl. The whole ride seemed to be based around evolution, and twisted into a scary construct. She didn't catch the name of the ride, she was to panicked. The ride was called 'The mutant experience'.  It was designed to give humans who entered it a terrifying look into what some mutants go through. The experiments, the constant fear. Sort of an empathy thing, but it was full of cheap scared and designed to evoke a modicum of thought on the perils of mutants. Daydream saw the tracks ahead.  False Geo climbed into the cart and pulled the lever.  Daydream not wanting to be left behind climbed in too.  "Let's just ride the dam thing.  Better than wandering through the dark looking for an exit."  False Geo suggested.

As they pushed through the darkness Daydream could here heckling laughter echoing in the darkness. As the moved past a display the scene before them lit up in a hellish red glow.  She saw a mutant with a long tail and horns strapped to a table.  A glazed over dead fish look in his eye as his head rested flat on the table staring at her.  She was sure it was a mannequin a prop, but it looked so real.  She didn't want to investigate further.  The mutant strapped to the table was cut open.  His guts spilling out of the side while a man in a lab coat stood frozen.  An obvious dummy.  The lab coat man was holding the mutant's heart in some tongs and holding it over a pot that was leaking dry ice.  A voice rang out in the dark.  "Mutants have to hide.  Some mutants just by their mere appearance can be bastardized to the point where they are taking away for the claim of public safety.  Here they re experimented on and that is where the true horror begins HAHAHAHAH."  The creepy voice gleefully proclaimed.  Daydream winced and turned away from the horrible sight.  She couldn't move any faster than the cart would allow and she was stuck watching this nightmare horror fest.  Even though it was turning her stomach already.

Cerberus was pulling and tugging.  It was trying to free it's massive paw.  It began to bark in growl in frustration of it's plight as Geo slowly stalked it's master.  Stalked him in  similar way that Cerberus had stalked Geo.  Geo looked angry.  He sounded angry.  Yet Gavin's grin grew wider.  He had a tattoo of angel wings on his back.  The ink softened as he stood there and then feathers began to poke out of his back.  A few at first, until seconds later arch angel wings gloriously erupted from his back!  Gavin spread his wings and they were  as long s the griffin's.  A few might flaps and he took flight from the ground.  His white pants staind with left over ink and the remnants of blood.  "YOUR SANDBOX?  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M SURE YOU THINK THAT SON..... BUT HERE'S THE SKINNY!  THERE AINT A THINK THAT HAPPENS UNDER THIS TENT THT I DON'T CONTROL."  Just then two things happened.  A voice soft and sweet, familiar rang out in the stillness of the moment.  It was Geo's sister.  She was standing on the frozen grown.  The wind whipping round her long black hair.  Her pale skin almost seemed to glow blue like the ground. Soft and fair.

Just at that moment Cerberus freed itself.  Gavin's wings flapped and he zoomed around the circus tent at high speeds.  He looked like a heavenly bullet the pale blue of the tent casting him in the role of ghostly specture shrierking with laughter.  Cerberus heard the voice of the girl and came charging at her.  She was only a few feet away from Cerberus.  A few feet away from Geo.  She reached out a slender tattooed hand for her brother.  She had found him.  After all this time she had...... She was snatched from where she stood.  Ripped up by a massive set of jaws that clamped down around her arm outstretched reaching for the lost elemental.  Cerberus picked her up her arm and shook her viciously.  "Trisssssten!!!!!"  She cried in pain as the three heads fought over her and tore her apart.

The cart moved down the bumpy track slowly.  Torturously slow.  Daydream only hoped that the exit was coming up soon.  The light shined on the next little display.  It was a large tent.  It was Gavin Sinclair's circus itself.  "Some mutants find work in many different ways.  Some of us choose to perform.  To become stars under the big top! Bringing smiles to the faces of human instead of striking fear into their hearts."  Daydream rolled her eyes.  False Geo sighed. "He serious with this shit Daydream?" It caught her attention for a moment.  He kept calling her Daydream.  Not Kendra.  She had expected him to call her Kendra after their passionate night together.  She thought they had gained a closenss.  Hell, he wasn't even calling her Dreamboat.  It was just odd.  She quickly forgot about it as a dummy jump scared them popping out of the tent and screaming at them.  "GAVIN SINCLAIR'S CIRCUS IS AMAZING!!!!" The dummy dressed like a clown said before laughing it's head off.  "Just get me outta this hellhole." Daydream sighed.

Gavin swooped back down behind Geo.  As he flew he had pulled a tattoo of a knife from the skin of his forearm.  Gavin swooped past Geo several times in quick succession slicing at him.  Each passby he could hear Gavin laughing almost in his ear as he zipped by.  Gavin swooped back in front of Geo and seemed to hover there a bit.  He licked Geo's blood off the blade of his knife, before pressing the blade against his forearm and letting the ink reabsorb.  It became a tattoo once again.  Cerberus was still chewing on the bones of an illusion.  "YOU KNOW WHEN YOU PLAY IN THE SANDBOX YOU GOTTA WATCH OUT FOR SPIDERS DONT YA?"  Gavin held out his arms and the ink on his ribs dripped from him.  His eyes glowing bright green his body cast in a haunting blue glow.  The ink rained from the sky and formed on it's way down.  It took shape as it poured from Gavin's body and became a giant Tarantula.  It's many eyes staring at Geo.  Cerberus finished with Geo's sister nd turned it's attention to the young elemental.  The spider and the hell hound approached him each from a different side trying to box him in.  All the while Gavin flew in the spotlight still shining on him and laughed his head off. 

Dream found herself upstairs. The walls seemed to dance and move with lingering shadows cast by the passing cars' headlights on the street below. The place for all intents and purposes seemed empty. Not at all what she was expecting. She found herself in an empty room. Pausing to listen to the house she heard nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. Where is everyone? She wondered as she tightened her nervous grip on her baton. 

Dream moved through the room quiet as she could. She wasn't graceful or at all stealthy. In fact she was quiet clumsy and inattentive naturally. Though in her current state of mind she was just reckless and care free. Still, it helped to be smart so she moved at a slow pace. A car passed on the street below sending a shadow streaking across the wall in front of her. Dream froze lifting her baton ready to strike. Only it was just a shadow.

This was the right place.  Her info was good. There was a guard standing outside. She had seen a few other guards roaming the grounds of the place like clockwork. It wasn't small house  by any means. Not many million dollar homes being used as a crack house / cook house, but this one fell to that very specific criteria.  Though this time of night some less than reputable characters populated the streets.  Dream moved quietly down the hall. Her heavy boots causing muted foot falls against the soft plush carpet. Beneath the quieting rug there was smallest of squeaks. Her weight screaming against the floorboards; causing them to wail and cry. Every creak caused her to flinch and bite her lip.

Suddenly a bedroom door opened to her right. Dream didn't think or hesitate. She shoved the metal bar of the police baton against his throat and shoved him back. Gripping the baton at either end she beared her weight on it shoving the bar into his throat and driving him to the wall. She was surprisingly strong for her size when she was worked up and angry. Her brown eyes furiously dancing over the startled features of the supposed drug pusher. "What the F*ck!" He cried out beneath the weight of a crushed trachea.

Dream let go of the baton. with one hand and the man relaxed and gasped for breath.  She swung the baton hard into his knee cap.  He let out a surprised cry.  He didn't see anyone in front of him, he had no clue what the hell was happening.  He started to scream but she shoved her hand over his mouth.  He could feel the warmth of her flesh against his trembling lips.  She pointed the baton into the man's chest.  "I gotta gun on you now.  Don't scream, don'tchu lie to me.  Are yall cook'n drugs here???"  The man started to speak but it was muffled through her hand.  "Don'tchu speak just nod."  He nodded to her question.  His eyes darting around desperately trying to find the source of his situation. 

Dream smiled.  Now we're getting somewhere.  She thought.  Her voice was low and rough.  A bit scratchy with that sweet southern undertone that made her poisonous bitter words taste a little sweeter.  "How many of em are there?"  Dream asked.  Her lips were slightly parted.  She was holding her breathe waiting for the information.  Apparently however, he decided to grow a backbone.  "More than you can handle b*tch!"  He spit at her when she uncovered his mouth.  Dream placed her hand on the side of his head like she was palming a basketball and shoved it hard into the dresser he was standing beside.  His head bounced off the corner of the dresser and he slumped to the floor.  She looked at him for a moment.  A thin line of blood ran down the side of his face, but he was still breathing.  Not that he deserved it.  She thought. 

Moving out of the room quickly she came to a set of stairs.  It was dark upstairs but there were many more lights on down stairs.  She could hear voices as she crept closer.  Laughter even.  The laughter in the crack house made her jaw clinch.  She could feel the anger swelling up inside her.  She started to head downstairs.  She didn't like to teleport when she didn't know where she was going, so she tried to keep that as limited as possible.  She made her way down the stairs when her boot made a loud creak.  She froze.  "You hear something? Bobby go check it out." She heard someone say. Dam!  She was going to have to deal with that....

Kendra pressed the button on the camera and moved over to Leon. A few moment's later there wss a flash from the camera and they had taken a pictures. She wasn't afraid of Leon. She saw him as harmless at least to her. She knew tht he wouldn't actually hurt her on purpose, but she didn't know if his spines were still a problem or not.

Still he seemed like he didn't trust her. She didn't know how to break down his walls. They didn't seem to be getting weaker, but growing taller. She just wanted to be able to reach him. 'I'll get'cha a copy of this picture. So you can frame it and put it on ya desk." Kendra knew from being in his room that he didn't have an personal photos of friends or family. She knew tht he didn't have any connection to the world. It was something she wanted to chnge. Though she couldn't oiut right say 'hey I know you don't have pictures up in your room' fshe knew it all the same.

Kendra smiled at Leon and grabbed her camera off of the tree. The rain was already letting up.  A spring shower, a light rain just before the sun began to poke out again and warm the already bad day.  It wasn't so bad.  Kendra was stronger than that.  It would take more than a few kids trying to pick on them to really put her down, She looked carefully at Leon.  Her eyes met his.  Kendra wondered how much more digging she'd have to do to really get at the man behind the hurt monster.

Kendra didn't have time to dodge the punch. It would have connected if not for the noise that caught their attention. Kendra looked up. Her brown eyes searched the canopy for some terrible sight. She didn't see one.  All she saw was the monkeys in the trees dash off. Scared by some unseen thing tht lurked somewhere within the danger room. Kendra remembered how much trouble the last danger room session was. She had seen the things that could happen in here. Her eyes snapped to some rustling shrubs as Juliette asked her to knock herself out. Kendra looked at whatever creature had cut through the shrubs and escaped a moment longer before nodding. This is going to be tough. She thought as she grabbed the gun from her holster.

Kendra pressed the gun flat against her thigh and pulled the trigger. The dart didn't take but a few seconds to kick in. She felt her vision swimming and the world begin to cartwheel in on itself. She stumbled and leaned against a tree and slumped down it on her back. Kendra's red hair leaving a messy trail of gorgeous fire running up the bark of the tree. She was getting drozy now as her eyes lazily rolled over to another roar. Somewhere fictionistic men hunted a fictionistic tiger.  Kendra slowly slipped the tranquilizer gun back in the holster under her arm.  Looking back at Juliette she offered her a weak smile.  "Now.... I'm gone look dead for real, just don't freak out. I'm only napp'n."  Kendra's eyes fell closed, to heavy to hold up anymore and she began to dream......

Standing outside of her body she could still feel the warmth of the room.  It was hot.  It very much felt like a sticky humid jungle.  She looked down over her body.  Her neck was craned in an uncomfortable angle against the tree. Her hands sat awkwardly in her lap, limp rags.  Her hair was a beautiful expolosion of chaos.  She looked like a car wreck victim that was expelled from the windshield at a tree.  Her mouth hung awkwardly open as her chest gave a slight rise and fall to indicate she was in fact not dead.  It always weirded her out to see how she looked standing outside her body.  It gave her the creeps.

Daydream could feel the drugs of the tranquilizer dart coursing through her.  It was making her have a slight head ache, but she didn't feel to groggy.  Things were always duller in her astral form.  She didn't feel as much pain or sensation she felt just enough to know there was some.  Dream looked over at Juliette.  "I'm here.  Let's do this.  can you sense light?" Daydream asked leaning over to grab her bag.  She pulled a flashlight out and clicked it on; sliding it down into the loop of her pants.  She didn't know if she could sense where she was at by sensing the amount of light in the room, but that would be dam cool if she could!

Daydream reached down pulling out her police baton and flicked her wrist.  The soft metallic snick cut through the silence.  Daydream looked up to meet Juliette's gaze.  She knew how dangerous the danger room was.  Her little trip through a metal maze had taught her that in her last danger room sesson.  She had survived it though.  And she could survive this.  She was more worried about being a liability to a partner who could not see her.  Someone who might need them to not get hurt in the danger room.  It was going to be tricky.  Daydream took a few soft steps up beside Juliette waiting for her to answer.  She hoped light sensing fell within the range of Juliette's talents.

Moving back over to where he stood she looked at the crackhouse.  Dream reached back and tied her hack back into a ponytail. She listened as he laid down the ground rules.  Rules?!? Those are such a drag!  She thought as she shifted her weight onto her left foot and leaned against the wall.  To bad he couldn't see her. 

He would know she was staring daggers at him.  Dream quietly wondered if people could feel her eyes on them while she was invisible.  It was something she never considered.  "Fine.  You have my word.  If you do something stupid and get'churself caught, I won't lift a fanger to help ya.  But'chu don't gotta worry bout me honey.  I can rumble with the big boys."  She said as she stepped off the curb.

That wasn't so bad.  She was planning on leaving his ass hanging anyways if he got into trouble.  She wasn't about to stick her neck out for someone.  Not when she had a job to do.  Dream didn't care about comroderay or teamwork.  She simply knew that getting this job done would be simpler with help.   She wasn't really two separate people.  Dream and Kendra.  They shared the same astral body.  The same pain, memories.  Only depending on her mental state her thought process and judgment varied wildly.  She wasn't crazy.  She just wanted some fun, and beating the piss out of crack dealing scumbags would be a rip roaring good time.

"Now here's my rules sugar.  You save whoever's in charge for me.  You can help me clear the way, but big boss man has to have a chat with mama we clear?"  Dream reached in her pocket and pulled out her cigarettes.  She lit one up and exhaled a cloud of smoke as she watched the outside sentries moving around a bit.  She was trying to get a feel for what her approach would be.  The cigarette was an extension of her invisible self so it acted as her clothing it remained invisible.  Though, it still took up a presence in the world. Even though Artair couldn't see the cigarette the smell of it could be noticed.  The heavy smell of delicious tabaccoo filled the empty space from where her voice rang only moments ago.

Dream only smoked it half way before flicking it away.  The invisible cigarette bounced off the wall causing the very visible sparks and embers to shower off the brick.  Funny how that works huh?  Dream turned to Artair.  "I'll head in.  When you feel like stumblin through feel free to join me handsome."  With that she exploded into a cloud of invisible white and red smoke.  She reappeared standing beside the fat guy outside who was supposed to be standing guard.  She was right behind him.  She pulled out her police baton and flicked her wrist.

There was a metallic snick of the baton uncompressing itself and the man turned around to see nothing.  Nothing at all as the baton crashed against the bridge of his nose.  He fell backwards holding his nose and landed on his ass.  He stumbled back in panic as he tried to stop the bloody stream.  Dream was smirking as she slowly walked after him.  She stalked him as he scurried away on his ass; walking backwards like a crab.  Dream brought it down over his head in a few quick vicious swings and he himself entered the land of dreams.  Looking back across the street at Artair she stopped a moment to think that he was rather cute..... Then she turned and looked at an upstairs window before teleporting herself inside. 

Daydream had teleported out of the tent. She found herself standing outside. The place was all but abandoned. Even the ticket taker booth seemed to be deserted now. That was strange. She searched the grounds. Her eyes bouncing frantically around abandoned carnival games, animal stables and food just left lying around. She could still here the creepy music from inside the tent. She was standing just outside it.

Teleporting herself rapidly she tried to find the little girl. The little girl was the key to all of this. If she could just find the little girl, she could give Geo a huge advantage. Or at the very least she could level the playing field for him. As it were the deck was already heavily stacked in Gavin's favor. But if she could just find that little girl she could eliminate her mind tricks.  Daydream's hand felt the but of her tranquilizer gun in her holster. It was comforting just to know it was still hanging there. If she found her she would have to shoot her. She would knock her out and hope that she wasn't strong enough to use her mental gifts while she was still unconscious. That was Daydream's only play here....

Back inside the tent Gavin looked down on Swift's body with an obvious disappointment. Swift had failed and failed badly. He honestly shouldn't be surprised considering the last time Swift went up against Geo it earned him a trip to the hospital. Gavin had some of his mutants spring him from the ambulance and bring him back home for proper healing from a powerful healing mutant. Gavin looked over Swift who was barely conscious. Swift's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out at Gavin's feet. The tent grew quiet except from the random 'oooohs' and 'ahhhhs' of the mutant audience surprised at Geo's abilities.

"Boy..... You really don't know what you're asking for. Do ya?" Gavin said walking slowly into the center of the ring. Gavin took off his top hat and tossed it aside. His piercing gaze staring bullet holes into Geo. He wasn't angry. He was amused. It wasn't often that someone challenged him. It was actually quite a nice surprise. The young elemental was all fire and brimstone but his temper was he biggest weakness. After awhile folks just came to accept life as a circus performer and for those few stubborn one like Geo there was a loyal mutant follower of Gavin's who had a very beneficial mind control. The mind control that was holding onto the feeble willed minds of almost all the mutants in the audience.

Gavin took off his white gloves to reveal heavily tattooed hands.  Even down to the knuckles on his boney fingers were covered in ink.  Gavin slipped off his red jacket with the flashy buckles and polished silver buttons and tossed it aside to reveal his arms were heavily tattooed as well.  Tattoo's of hideous beasts and flames.  Tattoos of skeletons and ghouls and creatures that could only be thought of in you most wildest of frightening nightmares.  Gavin smiled and pulled his shirt over his head.  Tossing it aside his entire body seemed to be covered in tattoos.  His hair mussed up and set slightly to the side all sloppy messy as his shirt came off.  Still he continued to smile at Geo.

The tattoo's across his collarbone was of a mighty griffion.  A mythological bird who's mouth was wide open and it seemed to be spitting fire.  Wild sprks of lighting flying off the tips of it's mighty wings.  There was a tattoo on his ribs of a 3 headed cerburs.  A hellhound who had blood dripping from it's razor sharpe teeth.  A tattoo of a giant spider covered most of his other ribs and the rest of his body was a horrifying collage of terrifying creatures.  Lifting the megaphone without taking his eyes from Geo Gavin spoke.  "LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!  GEO WOULD LIKE TO GO TOE TO TOE WITH THE RINGMASTER HIMSELF!  WHO AMONG YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY?!?!?"

The crowd erupted in exuberant cheer.  Outside the tent Daydream continued to search.  She could here cheering from inside the tent and it was thunderous in nature.  She felt her heart sink.  Geo has to be getting hurt in there!  It was all she could think of.  Why else would they cheer?  She had to hurry.  She had to find the girl to give Geo a hand.  Who knows what mind games that girl could be playing with him while he tried to fight for his life.  Coming to the circus had been a mistake.  They both should have ran.  They both should have ran for their lives when they still had the chance.

Inside the tent Gavin's smile pulled back to reveal his teeth.  Sharp pointy fangs that punctuated his smile with a hint of evil.  He raised his arms to his side as someone up above shined a spotlight on him.  Gavin dropped the megaphone at his feet and tilted his head back.  He was cast in a heavenly aura.  He seemed ghostly white and pale in the light of the spotlight. With his head tilted back at the ceiling he closed his eyes as he concentrated his energy.  Gavin looked back down at Geo across from his.  His eyes were glowing bright green in his head now.  Almost like his eyeballs were replaced by neon lights.  Then the ink of the griffon tattoo on Gavin's chest began to run.  It dripped off of his body while remaining in his skin.  He swam down his stomach and ran over the buckle of his pants as it traveled down his leg and seeped into the dirt.  Then a horrible twisted claw emerged from the dirt then a beak.  The griffon tattoo that spit fire and flapped lighting  from it's wings was being born from the earth.

Gavin watched the swirling vortex of rocky death with a smile.  He watched it like a proud papa watching his son ride a bike for the first time.  Gavin's eyes followed the swirling pieces of debris.  Raising the megaphone to his mouth Gavin addressed the crowd.  "WELL FOLKS.  LOOKS LIKE GEO CAME LOOKING FOR A FIGHT! ARE WE GOING TO DISAPPOINT HIM?!?"  "NO!" Shot back the very interested crowd.  Gavin tapped Swift on the shoulder and walked off to the side of the area.  If he was being honest he had faith in Swift, but he wanted to see first hand what this boy Geo could do.  He had intended to give his pitch, but this worked to.  Geo wanted to take out a little anger.  Gavin was content with letting him tire himself out. 

After all, Gavin knew that if worse came to worse he could end the fight at any moment he wanted.  He stood off to the side with a smug smile on this face.  His arms crossed against his chest and watched on in great interest.  Gavin looked over to where Daydream had been standing and offered her a little wink that Geo didn't notice, before his eyes turned to the fight that was about to happen. 

Usually Gavin would like to sell tickets to this.  Mutant fights were one of the more popular shows they put on.  Everyone loved a good monster movie!  AND GODZILLA FIGHTING KING KONG IS A GOD DAM CLASSIC! Gavin was no fool he knew the value in a good fight.  If anyone got seriously hurt there was a healer on stand by.  It wasn't a fight to the death it was just well.... Mutants pitting those beautiful, beautiful abilities against one another.

Daydream took a step back.  She slipped back into the shadows a bit.  She didn't like the feeling of standing in the spot light.  She felt as if somehow everyone could see her.  She felt like somehow she was only invisible to Geo and that was bad.  That was very, very bad.  Daydream's eyes searched the crowd for the mutant girl she had met before but she didn't see her anywhere.  She had to be the reason.  She had to be the reason that everyone except Geo could see where she was. 

"You got lucky last time asshole."  Swift said with a growing smile.  He watched as the dirt around Geo seemed to spin a little faster.  He didn't care that Geo looked pissed.  He had a few tricks up his sleeve that Geo didn't know about.  Without warning Swift started to move.  He moved so fast he made a speed mirage.  He literally looked to be in multiple places at once.  Leaving imprints of himself in various places.  He moved so fast that an after image of himself remained.  Though the image did not move that was a way to tell the real Swift, it was dam confusing to someone who had never seen it done before.  Swift zipped past Geo with a knife.  SNICK!  The sound of blade cutting flesh!

"OH NO FOLKS LOOKS LIKE GEO THE INCREDIBLE DIRTY MAN HAS UNDERESTAMTED THIS ONE!  LET'S HEAR IT FOR SWIFT!"  The crowd began to cheer and Swift ate up the applause.  He was holding a bloody knife in his had.  Swift opened his hand and held the knife between his index finger and thumb and just waved it at Geo.  He wiped the blood on his dirty shirt and stared at him with his beedy sucken in eyes.  The eyes of a madman and a fiend. 

Daydream watched in horror at the fight before her.  He's just going to make him fight them all.  Geo can't win this.  There's no way Gavin's going to play by any rules.  She wanted to do something.  She had to do something.  Daydream teleported out of the circus tent.