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After he was done running her through a brief history of his life, knowing that some of the juicier bits were left out (on purpose) he took another sip from the mug and added, ”Take your time. Food still isn’t here.”

His lone eye shot over to the pair that had entered and chose to sit across the diner. They were far enough away where Sam couldn’t see the faces. The only inclination Lenna would get that Sam was on edge was a chill in the air and some frost appearing on the window next to them. Another sip and Sam started to listen to Lenna’s upbringing. One that sounded more and more similar as it went on.

Another kidnapping. Another set of parents dead. His fingers tightened slightly around the mug the more he thought about another child robbed of a chance to grow up ‘normal’ and not being turned into a weapon. It made him sad that there were other people in the world (worlds) just as messed up as the ones who took him as a child.

His blue eye shifted back to Lenna who was looking down. Was it shame or was she in thought? His was shame, he was ashamed of most of the things he did when he was younger. To be manipulated so easily...

She trailed off as the food arrived. A big helping of breakfast. Fresh in house Corned beef hash, three eggs slightly runny and bacon. Lots of bacon, all the bacon. Sam smiled at Doris and waited till she left before looking back to Lenna eager to hear the rest. The food could wait. It was still steaming.

Taking it all in he waited till she was finished. The ‘Yay’ was his que. It also reminded him that she was still a kid. It brought a sad smile to the icemancers face. There was no judgment. Just an understanding and a hint of jealousy that she didn’t have to do what the other Lenna did. What he had to do.

”Repercussions.” he said slowly knowing that was the word she was struggling with. ”So you’re still trying to piece everything together...” the wheels were turning in his head as he grabbed a crispy piece of bacon. His stomach growled and he took a bite. He could talk to Sabine. Get the information about any missions the other Lenna had done. He could also call some contacts that would know doubt know of the old Lenna. The dead one. Part of him wondered if she was actually dead.

”Thank you. For telling me all of this. It sets my mind at ease a bit. I don’t like being surprised with information like this later down the road and from now on you don’t have to deal with the repercussions alone. You’re an X now. You have the team to help you if you need it. Myself included. I can help you finish putting the missing pieces together if you want.” he gestured to the food and took another bite.

”So I take it you know all about SUPER and those working for them? Take it you met Sabine then... Nice lady.” he said sarcastically. She was at the mansion before it was destroyed relaying information to all parties involved. They would have had to meet at some point especially if they worked for the same group.

The coffee’s were the first thing to arrive. The usual would be out in a few minutes after that after all it was a heaping helping of breakfast. “Here ya go ‘hon. I’ll be back soon.” the waitress said in her raspy voice. Sam nodded and looked back to Lenna who had asked him to go first. If any other student asked him to talk about his life before he was in New York he would have scoffed and laughed, however Lenna wasn’t like the other students. She was also a teammate. An X. Meaning she would need more information should anything arise... again.

”Yeah... guess it’s only fair.” he said mulling over his coffee before he sniffed it first and then drank it. ”Sure you heard about it from the other students, but a few years ago I was... under the influence of a telepath. One I shared my childhood with. She controlled me to kidnap a few of the students to... bolster the ranks of a organization I thought was long past dead. T.A.T.M.A.H. was the name of the organization. They had a few names but they all were based off the theory that the only good mutant was one who could be... controlled.” he didn't say the means of control but it should have been pretty obvious given his skill set and her having a similar childhood.

”I was around five when my powers started to manifest, started small. Ice, snow and immunity to the cold. It wasn’t much but when someone from T.A.T. got a hold of the information they decided to... recruit me. It was a kidnapping. I grew up in a small cell, only time I was allowed out was for training or lessons. Eventually they started to send me on missions.” the door opened and the sound of a bell rang.

Sam stopped talking for a moment and sipped his coffee. “Sit anywhere ya like honey! Be right with ya.” shouted Doris the waitress who was busy making another pot of coffee.

”At first it was just infiltration. I was small, quick and... resourceful. Meaning after sometime I started to get selected for more than just breaking and entering. My powers kept me safe. Protected. Meaning after some time they sent me on more violent missions.” Sam sipped his coffee.

“They trained me... made me think I was helping people. Not just hurting them. Ten years I lived that life until I decided to hit my teenage rebellious phase. Broke out.” he sipped his coffee again. It was robust. Something that could wake even the dead.

“When I escaped took out half of the organization as I went. Destroyed the base and made my way here.” he said glossing over the gorier parts of his childhood. The first time he killed someone on accident. The first time he did it on purpose... Sam never liked the fact he enjoyed it.

The icemancer wasn’t too proud of it all but it happened and he had been dealing with it ever since. Finding multiple outlets to deal with it. Some more harmful than others.

Birds. There was his air support. More useful than Zek and Carrick.

There was a blast of something, “Magic” he cursed and held up an ice encased arm as the armor slipped off him into a clone. Stepping back he iced back up and looked to the man who appeared next to him. It was someone he didn’t know. But he was here to help. Part of Sam wanted to swing at him just in case. It was a warzone after all.

Sam eyed the green comet impact the school and vanish. There was their heavy hitter. Fire erupted next and he saw someone jump into the school. Was that Javier. Nope. He wouldn’t be here.

Looking back to the newcomer, “Good!” Sam said as he grabbed the man and pulled him to the side as red blip of energy through the space that was occupied by the man’s head. “Behind!” before shooting a beam of blue at the attacker who froze in place.

“Move.” Sam said guiding him, “How can you help? That guy needs to be stopped if we are going to get through this.” he said pointing to the tattoo’d covered mystic who was dispatching elements and spells like crazy. Sam already saw two elements and some shield from the man, not to mention the monstrous strength.

“I’d say Herc, but it looks like he isn’t strong enough.” responding to Mirror over the coms. That was when things changed quickly. Jorge stepped in. Then the lighting came. “****”

”Sure thing.” Sam said but didn’t move for a moment. Part of him wanted the man to get frost bite. Normally his ice prisons didn’t cause immediate damage but he wasn’t exactly thinking straight. He did get hit by two explosions tonight. **** magic.

”Gimme me a second.” the man was willing to sacrifice someone to summon a demon. Another second he raised his hand and gave a slight wave. Nothing happened at first but the ice started to crack and weaken until large chunks were dropping off into the grass and pavement near him.

”Frost bite would have been a good reminder. Could have crippled him too. Give him a permanent reminder not to try and summon a demon again. Or kidnap anyone. Might give everyone else a warning not to try it.” he said thinking out loud knowing Rex would have argued.

”Says you.” he could do a lot with a knife or a sword. Even more was open to him if it could cancel out magic. Something that had been giving not only him but everyone he cared about a hard time. He’d bring it up to Becca or even Afoie. While he didn’t trust the woman she owed him.... thinking about Afoie helping him... maybe he really was concussed.

”Enough.” the icemancer said looking to it then holding up a mirror copy of it. His eye was focused on the two that weren’t up. Three. ”Three.” but that didn’t mean anything. How many times did he get rattled? Enough where they usual questions didn’t work. Hell he could probably even still fly the X-jet... wait was that destroyed?

The fire appeared and Sam took a step back cutting his thermal sensing focus from the area around it but still kept focus on everything right around him. ”I’m just gonna lay down for a minute. Not sleep... just lay down.” he stepped away from the vomit.

Finding a thick patch of grass then sat down with a loud grunt. ”I feel old.” he said finally as he laid back. ”Still, killed a demon. Still got it.” he half wondered if the head was still around. Proof. Could he mount a demon head?

“Run!” the clone said again as Svetlana moved around it to return fire at Travis. It was a shootout now. People, the sane ones ran as soon as the shots were fired a few stayed to record the show.

The temperature fluctuations continued as Sam seized on the ground. The clone next to him held him down best it could as it was protecting him from Travis. Who shot some bullets in their direction.

Nothing should be getting close, spikes of ice rose and fell each time his hand twitched. He was out of control. It was random and unpredictable. His teeth clenched as his eye fluttered all over the place.

”Daddy!” the sound of his little girl screaming for help as he was being held back. Images of his house burning and him being powerless to stop it losing the only family he had ever made his own. A frozen tear flickered down Sam’s face as he was seeing images he did his best to repress and forget. He failed them as well.

“Stop!” the clone on top of the icemancer shouted in Sam’s gruff voice. It was a warning to all who were near and to the icemancer himself. A blade of ice formed in one of it’s hands ready to stab the X-leader if it continued. They didn’t want to hurt anyone. No one except Travis.