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Angel in the Attic
Chapter 5

Fusedtwilight: Thanks to Lisa for betaing and thanks to everyone who reviewd.
Last chapter everyone went out to have a good time, but Kid Omega showed up to crash the party. What are his plans?

There was a loud boom and the ceiling exploded, sending drywall and broken brick everywhere.
People screamed and started running around. A deep green glow filled the club as a boy with a green aura floated in.
"It's Kid Omega!" one of the students shouted.
"Who's he?" Michael asked.
"Bad news," Noriko said.
People were still screaming and running for the exits. Quinton held out his hand. "Stop," he whispered.
People stopped moving. They just stood where they were, unable to move. Warren stepped forward, being one of the few who could still move. "Quinton, what is the meaning of this?" he demanded.
"Where are they?"
"Who?"
"The Cuckoo's?"
"What do you want with them?" Warren asked.
"They are going to help me resurrect Sophie."
"Sophie is dead Quinton, she died on Open Day remember?" Warren asked.
"Yes I remember!" Quinton said angrily.
A tendril of green energy lashed out and struck Warren sending him back into one of the tables. "But I can bring her back, maybe not in body, but in mind. They were connected to her; they have her memories, thoughts and feelings. All I have to do is wipe out their minds, leaving behind nothing but Sophie. Then there won't be one but three, even better." A smile crossed his face.
"Ew," the Stepford Cuckoo's said at the same time. They held one another's hands and their eyes began to glow bluish white. They glared up at Quinton and he just smirked.
"Please, I can think a million thoughts ahead of you; I have already planned every move ahead of you." The sister's noses began to bleed a little and looks of pain were painted across their features. "When you were the five-in-one you were something to be feared, but now there are only three of you and you are now barely first class at best."
The sisters grabbed their heads and screamed in pain.
"I am going to rip out all your thoughts leaving only hers; then you'll all be my girlfriends. How many guys can say they are nailing triplets?"
"Leave them alone Quire!" Noriko shouted. She pointed a fist at him and a bolt of electricity shot out and hit Quire, sending him flying out the hole he came in.
The other members of the Xavier institute had joined her and the other New Mutants. Dani and Michael had helped Warren up and he dusted dust from his shirt. People were moving again and running for the exits.
"Are you okay Warren?" Dani asked.
"I am fine; it's going to take more than that to take me down."
"We need to get these people to safety," Dani said.
"Agreed. Surge, make us a way out of here."
Once again Noriko pointed her hand this time at the wall. She blasted a hole big enough for the panicking bystanders to run out.
Not everyone left. Some had been hurt when Quinton had first blasted the hole in the ceiling. Others had been trampled during the panic.
Once everyone had run out leaving the wounded behind, Quinton came floating down the hole again. "Cheap shot Surge,' he said.
"Try this then Quire!" a girl called Hope yelled. A bright shining light shot from her body. It looked like a glowing ghostly version of her and went straight at Quinton. When it hit him it took him through the roof again making another hole. Hope's body fell to the ground unconscious.
"Is she okay?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, her astral self is fighting Quire. That's all," David said.
"Let's not let her fight alone. David, Josh, Jay, Laurie and Michael, you stay here and tend these people and the Cuckoo's. Try and contact the school," Dani said.
They all went running out the hole that Surge had made, leaving the others to tend to the wounded. Josh went to work healing the wounded, those who had been trampled over.
Michael grimaced, there was a lot of blood and anguished cries. He looked out the hole the others had created, lights flashed in the distance and the sound of battle cries and fighting could be heard.
Michael helped move people around. Many had been trampled during the panic and needed medical attention, Elixir was quick to work.
"Who was that?" Michael asked.
"Quinton Quire, also known as Kid Omega, used to be Xavier's shining pupil until he went nuts," David said.
"He found out he was adopted and just snapped. Started taking Kick and became all anti-human. Formed his own gang and they would sneak out at night and attack humans. Last year during Open Day, when we invited humans into the school he started a riot," Dani said.
"Who is Sophie? I didn't know the Cuckoo's had another sister," Michael said.
"Two more. Esme and Sophie. Quinton had the hots for Sophie. But during the riot she sneaked into Cerebro and took some Kick herself. Combining her power with her sister's, they took Quinton down, but Sophie couldn't take the power and died. We all thought Quinton died a little later as well, he took so much Kick it caused him to die, at least that's what the teachers said."
"What about Esme? The other sister? Where is she?"
"Turns out Esme caused Sophie to die. She wanted to be the leader of the Cuckoo's and killed her own sister to do it. Turns out she was the one who was selling Kick to Quire. When Frost found out Esme shot her and almost killed her, she ran off after that and we have not been able to find her."
Michael was silent for a moment now. He was starting to have a bad foreboding that the dream and this was connected. The green light and Quinton's name in the white hot place? Then the next day Quinton pops up?
He was going to have to talk to the Professor about this. Assuming they made it out alive that is.

Outside the battle raged.
Angel, Mirage, Trance, Wind Dancer, Surge, Armor, Pixie, Match, Wolf Cub, Specter, Bling, Loa, and Anole were fighting Quinton. Sadly they were not doing so well.
Wolf Cub, Angel, Specter and Bling were captured in Quinton's energy tendrils. Loa phased through them, and as she did they dissipated freeing the captives.
Match, Surge and Wind Dancer were hitting him with their powers but Quinton's energy protected him from their assault. Trance sneaked up behind him, still in her astral form she grabbed him from behind.
Armor in her armor form ran up and punched him hard. She began to wail on him, pulverizing him into the ground. A flash of energy sent Trance and Armor flying back.
"Enough! I don't have time for you all; I have a date with-"
"With who Quinton?" a voice said.
Quinton turned around, recognizing the voice. "Sophie?"
There in front of him stood Sophie Cuckoo. Blood was running down her nose.
"What's wrong Quinton? I thought you would be happy to see me?"
Quinton's glow began to fade.
"Oh Sophie, they told me you were dead!"
"But I am dead Quinton."
"What?"
"You killed me remember? You had to get all insecure and pompous. Did you really think starting a gang and a riot would make me like you? A simple card would have sufficed you know," Sophie said bitterly.
"I'm sorry...I-I-I just wanted to make you like me is all, I just...wait...why don't you have any brain patterns?" Quinton asked suspiciously.
Sophie disappeared. Behind her image Dani stood. "Now!"
Pixie hit him with her Pixie Dust which caused him to experience very odd cartoon-y like hallucinations.
Taking the chance while he was affected by her dust, Armor jumped at Quire and smacked him to the side. He flew at Loa but she phased, his right arm went right through her and after it passed through it crumbled.
He hit the ground, blood poured from the stump that had been his right arm and he screamed in pain. Before he could react, Surge, Match, Wind Dancer and Bling used their powers on him.
Surge with as much of her electricity as she could.
Match with his fire power and Wind Dancer's wind combined making the fire more powerful.
Bling, shooting her stone like marrow at him.
There was a small explosion and when the dust cleared Quinton was bruised and bloody.
He was coughing, spitting out blood. Clutching his missing arm he got back up.
"Stand down Quinton, we don't want to hurt you," Warren warned.
"You know, in the old days, when things like this affected me, I would have given up," Quinton laughed. Then a slight green glow enveloped his body and to everyone's horror his wounds began to heal, even his arm began to grow back. Within seven seconds he was restored. "But this is not the old days."

Back in the club Elixir was panting from exhaustion.
He had healed a lot of serious injuries and it was taking a toll on him. Problem was; there were a lot more injured people to go.
"Give me a moment, I can do this," he said.
"No you can't Josh, you are at your limit," Laurie said.
"Where's the damn ambulance! Hasn't someone reported this?" David cursed.
Michael felt horrible. So powerless. There were still people hurt who needed medical attention; their cries of pain were like knives on his ears. Sharp, painful.
One girl was crying out for help. Michael went to her to comfort her. She was bleeding from a wound on her head, the front of her shirt was bloody and dirty as well.
Michael sat down next to her and took her hand in his. She was a very pretty girl; she had long, pale yellow hair, soft light blue eyes that were big, round innocent almond shaped eyes. She would have looked even prettier had it not been for the blood and the look of pain and fear on her face.
She looked at Michael, a look of awe and slight fear crossed her eyes. "Are you taking me to Heaven?" she asked.
"No, I'm not an angel," he said with a soft smile.
"Oh, for a moment I was hoping..." she squeezed his hand. "Are you a mutant?" she asked.
"Yes," Michael said.
"Do you believe in God?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Why shouldn't I?" he asked.
"Why would he make you a mutant in a world that hates and fears you? Where your own government builds killer robots to hunt you down, where scientists create virus's to kill you and dissect you to see what makes you, you?"
"I confess there are times I have doubts. But God loves me, and I know when I meet Him, He will help me understand why the world is the way it is. Besides, He gave me a new life, a new family."
The girl smiled sadly.
"I wish I had that faith."
She closed her eyes and her breathing became shallower.
"Josh!" Michael called.
Josh quickly walked over to them. "Please help her," Michael begged.
Josh laid his hands on her but nothing happened. "I can't; I am still too tired," he said.
Michael held her hand. He did not want her to die. He wished he could help her; he could fly, touch fire with his bare hands, rip rock to pieces and shoot energy from his palms. But all that could not save this girl in front of him. This girl who so desperately wanted to believe.
He put her hand to his forehead and prayed.
God, please help us save her. She is too young to die, help us show her that you do care, help us please, I beg you.
There was a warm feeling in his hands. He heard Josh gasp and he opened his eyes. A soft golden light glowed from his hands. The girl moaned and opened her eyes. She stared at Michael's glowing hands in wonder.
Her wounds slowly disappeared until she was fully healed. The blood on her head was reabsorbed into her skin but the blood on her shirt remained.
Michael let go of her hand and she sat up. "How did you do that?" she asked amazed.
"That's what I would like to know," Josh said looking at Michael as if he just grew a new pair of wings.
Michael got up and backed away. He could still here fighting in the distance and decided he should go help. He told himself he wanted to help fight, but in truth he wanted to get away from the girl who was looking at him with reverence.
"Michael, where are you going?" Jay asked.
Michael took his shirt off and unfolded his wings. The girl gasped with amazement and Michael took off, going out the window Quinton had made.
"Michael, wait up!" Jay yelled.
He took off after Michael, leaving Josh, Laurie and David to tend to the wounded.
As they left, the sound of sirens could be heard drawing close.
"Oh now they show up," Josh muttered.
The nameless girl stared where Jay and Michael flew out, and a single white feather floated down from the air and landed on her chest..
"I knew it, there are angels," she whispered.

Back outside the battle raged.
"You think you can stop me?" Quinton roared, "I can think a million thoughts before you can even blink. I can see through the hearts and minds of humans and mutants and with a mere thought I can manifest pure, raw telekinetic energy and you think you can stand a chance against me?"
"You always were a self important prick Quire!" Surge shouted.
She hit him with another surge of electricity.
Quinton's aura protected him.
"That the best you all got?" he asked with a smug smile.
A streak of light, like a mini-comet fell from the sky and hit Quinton, sending him flying back. Everyone looked and saw Michael flying to them, his hands glowed with fire and lightning.
"Michael?" Angel asked confused as why he was here.
Jay trailed behind him; he figured trying to stop Michael was pointless. Michael and Jay landed on the ground. "Boys what are you doing here?" Angel asked.
"We heard the fighting, figured you could use a helping hand," Jay said.
Quinton got up and dusted himself off. He looked at Michael, a look of recognition on his face.
"You...you were in the white hot room," Quinton said.
"Never been in a place called that," Michael said.
"But you were; I remember now. I saw you there many times before. You're like Mrs. Summers, like me."
"I am nothing like you!" Michael spat. "I would never do what you are doing; hurting people all for selfish reasons. You should be ashamed of yourself. How many more sins are you going to commit before you stop?"
"Don't preach to me you bible thumping freak!" Quinton snarled.
Quinton held out his hands and his aura shot forward. Michael held up his hands and shot his energy forward. The two powers met head on. The sound of the two energies hitting and pressing against one another was like hearing metal tearing.
Sparks and jolts of electricity flew from the center where Quinton's aura and Michael's energy met. Quinton smirked, four tendrils formed from his aura, they sharpened and shaped to look like spears. They shot around the energy and went right for Michael.
"Michael, look out!" Angel called.
Realizing the danger too late the tendrils pierced his wings, two to each wing. "AGGGHHH!" Michael roared in pain. His power faltered and Quinton's pushed forward, coming closer and closer to his.
The agony Michael felt in his wings was great, but a deep anger was welling up in him like some great beast. He felt such anger at Quinton for hurting him; for ripping his wings, his precious beautiful wings. He wanted Quinton to hurt; he wanted him to burn. So he kept the power flowing, even when the tendrils twisted in his wings he kept on going. He concentrated hard and made himself continue.
He refused to fail. He refused to fail the Cuckoo's, he refused to fail his friend, or fail himself.
Match and Surge appeared on either side of him. They added their power to his, helping push Quinton's power back.
"Don't worry Michael, we got you!" Surge yelled.
Loa came up and passed her hands through the tendrils, dissipating them. Michael's wings were bleeding; crimson, red blood stained his white wings.
"Hold on Michael, we're right behind you!" Angel yelled.
Josh, David, Laurie and the Cuckoo's appeared then, having left the club when the police and ambulance arrived. They did not want to have to answer any questions with the police. When it came to mutants, the police had an unfortunate habit of being trigger happy.
They looked amazed at the sight before them.
Dani came running up to them. "Laurie, we need your help," she said.
"Me?" Laurie asked.
"Yes, I have a plan," she looked at the Cuckoo's. "You three good enough to help?"
"Yes, we are," one of them said.
"Good."
"Just give up! You can't beat me!" Quinton roared.
-Watch us dorkus,- the Cuckoo's said telepathically.
-What are you doing?- Quinton asked.
-You were right; with the loss of our sisters we are not as strong as we once were. But now that your attention is focused on the battle and we have a little help, we are sure we can stop you.-
Before Quinton could ask what they meant, the wind blew in his direction and he felt dread. His hands began to shake and the telekinetic energy faltered.
"What? What is this?"
It wasn't a psionic attack from the Cuckoo's; he would sense it if it was. But he knew these feelings of doubt, fear and uncertainty were not his. With a sudden realization he figured it was Wallflower. Wind Dancer must be using the wind to guide her pheromones his way.
Sure enough when he looked, there they were. Wind Dancer pointing her arms in his direction, guiding the wind. Next to her stood Dani, Josh, the Cuckoo's, David and Laurie.
"It won't work; your super-stink can't affect me!" Quinton yelled.
-Maybe not as well as against ordinary mutants, but with the help of us and Mirage it will be more than enough,- the Cuckoo's said.
Just then Sophie reappeared. She was not alone. There were people he recognized. His adoptive parents were there looking at him with extreme disappointment, humans he and his gang had attacked, their eyes full of fury. All the people he had hurt, all the people he had let down.
He tried to ignore them, to fight these feelings, but Wallflower's pheromones and the Cuckoo's psionic attack were tearing away his resolve. The energy of Michael, Match and Surge began to push Quinton's away.
"No! This can't end! I will have her back, and she will be mine! Sophie, I love you!" Quinton called.
The illusion Sophie's face scowled in disgust.
"Ew," she said.
With that one word Quinton's will crumbled and the aura vanished. The energy went flying right at Quinton. He screamed in pain as the energies tore at his body.
Michael and the others stopped and when the dust cleared Quinton lay on the ground, his skin black and raw, his hair singed. He moaned in pain.
"Sophie, I am sorry," he whispered.
Just then a black bird appeared in the sky. It landed and many of the X-men disembarked; the Professor was one of them. Everyone circled around Quinton, ready to attack if he made a move. But he remained huddled, crying.
"It's over Quinton," Xavier said.
Quinton stopped crying and looked at the professor. "No, it's not."
The green aura wrapped around his body, and before anyone could react, he shot up into the sky and flew off.
Cyclops began to issue orders. "Everyone quick! Back in the-"
"No Scott, let him go," Xavier said.
"But Professor…"
"No. He is too wounded to pose a threat. Let him lick his wounds. For now let us get our own wounded home," he said.
"Alright people, let's move out," Cyclops ordered.
Everyone loaded into the plane. Jay and Warren helped Michael onto the black bird.
"You okay Mich?" Jay asked.
"I have been better," Michael said with a pained smile.
Warren said nothing. There was a lot of blood on Michael's wings. The scene was all too familiar to him. Years ago he had to have his wings amputated because of the damage they received during the Morlock massacre. His wings had looked a lot worse, but Michael's still looked pretty bad.
Once they were loaded on the plane and were off in the air, Warren went into the back and retrieved a medical bag. He went to Michael who was strapped in.
"Don't worry Michael, I'll heal your wounds," Warren said.
"You can heal like Josh?" Michael asked.
"Not exactly," Warren said. He opened up the bag and pulled out a needle. "Remember when I told you I have a healing factor?"
"Yeah."
"Well, when I perform a blood transfusion, my blood can heal people."
"You don't have to; my wings aren't hurting anymore."
"Let me see," Warren said.
Michael leaned forward so Warren could inspect his wings. He began to feel around for any wounds but to his immense surprise he found nothing.
He gently moved the feathers aside and could find no wounds.
"Josh, did you heal him?" Warren asked.
Josh shook his head. "I am too tired to heal a fly."
"What is it?" Xavier said.
"Professor his wounds are gone, there is still blood, but the wings have healed themselves."
"They have?" Michael asked.
"Michael, maybe you should tell them about what you did at the club," David said.
"Did what?" Warren asked.
Michael bit his lip. "Well...the good news is that I developed a good power this time."

Back at the club, police and paramedics were going over everything. Those who Elixir had not been able to heal were being taken away to the hospital. The police were getting statements from witnesses.
One of them was the girl Michael healed.
The paramedics went over her from head to toe, trying to find what was wrong with her, but they found nothing.
Two policemen were taking her statement.
"So it was mutants that caused this?" the one policeman asked.
"Yeah, this kid showed up and they started fighting him. But another mutant healed people who were hurt and stuff."
"When you say healed, do you mean-"
"I mean he would touch people and they would be all better," she said.
"Bunch of freaks," the other guy said. "They hurt a bunch of innocent people and then they heal them up to cover up how no- good they are."
"Reports say it was one mutant Ted," the other officer said.
"So? What does that matter? We know it was those Xavier kids. What a load of shit! Gifted my ass, nothing but freaks all of them."
"You're wrong!" the girl snapped at the policemen. "They are not all freaks!"
"Oh yeah, then what are they?" Ted asked with a sneer.
"Angels," she said. She held up a single white feather. "Or at least one of them is."

Meanwhile many miles away, Quinton was recovering.
After he had flown a hundred miles he stopped. He was exhausted both in body and in mind. He barely had enough power left to heal his body. He was not too worried, once he had regained some strength he could finish the repairs and then...he had no idea.
What would he do? Who could he turn to? Definitely not the X-men. They would lock him up and throw away the key. Not his adoptive parents.
Something moved in the trees. Quinton glared at the direction where the sound came from. "Who is there?" he asked.
No one answered. He scanned the area, but found there were these spots where he sensed less than nothing. As if someone was trying to hide, but hid so well they inadvertently revealed themselves.
"I said who is there?" he demanded.
He wondered if the X-men had followed him and come to finish him off. They could do it too; he was so weak right now he was vulnerable.
From the trees Magneto, Exodus, and a few other mutants stepped forward. Quinton's eyes widened in shock when he saw the infamous Magneto. Of all the people he expected to see; the master of magnetism was not one of them.
"Hello Quinton," Magneto greeted. "I hear you are in need of a home."

Back at the X-mansion some of the X-men were talking with Xavier.
"Why didn't you tell us he had healing abilities Sage?" Scott asked.
"I did, it was all in the report," Tessa said calmly.
"Could that be how he healed himself?" Warren asked.
"It could be. Hank is running a diagnostic on him as we speak. But as far as he can tell he is in perfect health," Xavier said.
"Kid's turning hard core. Having the stones to take on a situation like that," Logan said.
"It was reckless, but he did rather well, didn't he?" Warren asked.
"Someone's feeling pride," Logan said, seeing the look of immense pride on Warren's face.
"I am more concerned with Quinton's resurrection; why now of all times? And from what I hear he did seem familiar with Michael," Tessa said.
"Yeah, what is up with that? Quinton said he met Michael in the white hot room, whatever that is," Warren said.
"The white hot room is the home of the Phoenix," Jean said.
All eyes turned to her.
"What do you mean Jean?" Xavier asked.
"Well...you all know I have the Phoenix's memories of when it impersonated me?" Jean asked.
Everyone nodded.
Years ago, to save her team's life, Jean made a deal with a cosmically powerful entity known as the Phoenix. It put Jean in a telekinetic cocoon of energy and took on Jean's form and memories, believing itself to be Jean. It lived with the X-men for a while. Until the human emotions it experienced corrupted it. The entity's mortal form died and the X-men thought they lost Jean, only a few years later to learn she was still alive in the cocoon.
Once she escaped she eventually regained the memories of the Phoenix duplicate.
"Well from what I remember the white hot room is basically a nexus for all realities; a sort of crossroads for infinity. It is the home of the Phoenix, its metaphysical manifestation if you will. It is also where its avatars go when they evolve."
"Avatars?" Logan asked.
"Yeah, beings like me who the Phoenix manifests through. But not all beings can host the Phoenix; only those of omega level potential can host it without burning up."
"So you're telling us since Quire is an omega level mutant and was in this room, he is an avatar of the Phoenix?" Scott asked.
Jean nodded.
"Great, just great," Logan said.
"But what about Michael, why did he dream about this room?" Warren asked.
"The only reason I can think of is he is going to be a host as well some day."
"But he is still just a kid," Warren protested.
"I was a kid once," Jean said.
"This does not mean he is going to manifest as a Phoenix avatar soon Warren," Xavier said to calm Warren down. "Before he evolved Quinton showed no signs of Phoenix manifestation. No fiery birds, no apocalyptic danger. His new powers are a result of a secondary mutation caused by his abuse of Kick."
"So what do we do now?" Scott asked.
"Now we do nothing, tomorrow we will try and track Quinton. Hank has developed some head devices that should keep Quinton's powers in check. In the meantime, Warren you should talk with Michael. I am afraid his new power has unnerved him somewhat," Xavier said.
"Why?" Warren asked.
"You forget Michael grew up in an environment where being a mutant was a shameful thing. Before, all he had was his wings and his fire, then he learned he was immune to flame, the enhanced strength, and now this healing power. It is a little much for him. He feels with each power he gains the more inhuman he feels."
"I should have a talk with him then," Warren said.
The meeting adjourned and Warren headed for the med-lab. He wanted to tell Michael he was proud of him and talk with him. He remembered how he felt when he first got his wings. How alien, how wrong he felt. He did not want Michael to feel like that.

In the med-lab Beast was being asked a slew of questions by Michael.
"So the tests showed nothing out of the ordinary?" Michael asked.
"No, besides the X-gene you are a perfectly normal young man," Beast said typing some things in a computer.
"But Mr. McCoy-"
"Hank," Beast corrected.
"Hank, I healed a girl with a touch and I healed my wings and I don't remember doing that."
"It is not unknown for powers to work subconsciously. Do you remember what you were feeling when you healed yourself or the girl?"
"Well the girl I wanted to help; she was about to die and she was hurt so bad. So I took her hand and I prayed to God to help her. Then my hands got warm and when I looked they were slightly glowing and she healed. My wings, I am not sure when exactly it happened. I remember how much pain was in my wings and I wished it would go away. Then the more I concentrated on the pain the more it went away until I felt nothing."
"Hmm, all I can tell you is to try and avoid being impaled again, until we know the limits of your healing factor, it is best we not allow you to be seriously harmed."
"Maybe it is a secondary mutation thing. I have never healed before."
"I doubt it. You have never had to heal another or yourself Michael."
"I am sorry for pestering you Mr.- I mean Hank. I just wish I would stop growing all these powers," Michael said.
"You are not pestering me Michael," Hank said firmly. "I am a doctor, if I did not want to help people and comfort them, I would have chosen a different profession."
"I am just worried that I will develop a power I won't have any control over, I have seen the news before about mutants that had powers they couldn't control. I don't want to be one of those people."
"We have plenty of people like those here at Xavier's," Beast said.
"I know, I hate to sound heartless, but I just don't want to lose control."
"That's what we try and teach all of you; control," Warren said walking into the room.
"Ah, Warren, you will be pleased to hear Michael is perfectly healthy; not a scratch on him," Hank said.
"That is good. Michael come with me, we need to talk. And I think Beast would like to clean up his lab."
"Okay," Michael said.
They left Hank alone in the lab. "Yes, because I would not appreciate a little help," Hank said with a sigh, surveying the damage Quinton caused.
Back outside as Warren and Michael walked, Warren noticed Michael seemed to have a lot on his mind.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Warren asked.
"Just wondering when I am going to develop the power to shoot beams from my eyes or turn invisible," he said.
"You should be happy you can heal people Michael, with some training who knows, maybe you could one day surpass Josh."
"But I am not happy Warren, I feel...evil."
"What? Why?"
"Because that's what my father called me. He used to say of all the mutants in the world, I was the worst because I mocked God. He said I was made by the devil to spit in God's face."
"You don't believe that Michael," Warren said.
"Don't I? The wings, the energy, the strength and the healing. You should have seen the way the girl was looking at me Warren; it wasn't the usual look I get. It was worse, like she was looking at me like I really was an angel."
"You did just save her from certain death," Warren pointed out.
"You just don't get it," Michael said with much frustration.
"You think people never called me an abomination because of my appearance? I have had religious fanatics calling me a demon or an angel all my life Michael. Your father is wrong; you are not the worst mutant in the world. The worst mutants are those who use their powers to hurt others. The worst mutants are those who think they have the right to hurt ordinary folk because they are inferior. Think about it. You saved Betsy, you saved that girl and you saved all of us tonight. You are not a monster; you are a hero."
"Thanks Warren," Michael said with a smile.
"Don't mention it."
They reached the elevator and stepped inside.
"I have been wanting to talk to you about something actually. See, as you know, some of the staff run their own teams of X-men trainees."
"Like Dani and her New X-Men?" Michael asked.
"Yes, well I have been considering forming my own team and wondered if maybe you would like a spot?"

Fusedtwilight: Will Michael say yes? And what will the repercussions of this fight be?
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