[b]Freddie and Duncan[/b]

Why did he agree to this again? Freddie was by no means at all interested in the history of the world, so why on Earth was he giving a tour of a museum? Kitty. If he didn’t love that girl for all she’d done he might just kill her. Freddie looked at his little group, Duncan, Frankie and Harley. How fun. One wrong word and Harley might end up sending everyone into a rage. He had to watch himself with this one. He lead the trio of student down a corridor after the headmistresses speech. Where o where would they end up in the annals of time?

An hour later, Freddie and his group found themselves in at least one of the more interesting exhibits. “Who doesn’t love pirates?” He grinned as gazed at the almost perfectly preserved vessel that sat before him behind a large glass window. The four of them were alone in their exhibit when the faint feeling of a minor tremor became apparent. “Wait…that’s not an Earthquake….EVERYBODY DOWN!” As if on cue with his call, the lights went out, the shaking ground became more violent and a series of large explosion ruptured the building and it’s support. Instinctively, Freddie reached out with his hand, a low glow of golden energy circling it as he pulled Harley telekinetically from his standing spot and out of the way of the steel blast door that came down in its place.

Duncan wrapped Frankie up in his arms and shielded her with his body as a piece of ceiling came crashing down on top of them. It hurt like hell but he thought that he had caught most of the impact. He tried to absorb as much from the blow as he could, his veins lighting up as he did so. What a day to leave the mansion without building up his power reserves. Letting go of his friend and collapsing down onto his knees amidst the rubble, the Englishman began to take a few deep breaths as he tried to focus on manipulating and controlling the new energy, forcing it to reinforce any injury he may have sustained. Duncan could feel the warm liquid tricking down from his shoulder. What was it? Glass? Part of the ceiling? Something had pierced his shoulder but it was minor, nothing to worry about. He got to his feet with one final rough exhale of breath.

Freddie looked around as the dust began to settle, everyone in his group seemed ok. He pulled out his cell phone….no signal. “Fuck” He hissed. The blast doors were shielding the windows and exits, they were trapped. Lucky for them they had powers, not so lucky for them there were civilians. Drastic times….

A distorted voice came over the tannoy of the museum, for the everyone to hear.

[i]“We live in a world where society has poisoned the souls of men. People like me stand up, arms outstretched and welcome the oppressed and the burned from hiding behind their closed doors. I whisper the secret in their ears and I have their hearts in my hands. Those who do not follow, whether they like it or not, whether they want it or not, we will pry their eyes open and force them to watch. They need to stop lying to their children and telling them that monsters aren’t real…because monsters are real. We do not hide in the dark like in the story books, we walk upright into the light and then drown that light in the tears of our broken brothers and sisters. There are no heroes, there is only those still addicted to the childhood notion that a man can be purely good in his heart. That, is a lie I will cleanse from our pallet. A lie that I will scorch from the plains of existence. Monsters. Mutants. I am W and I am your reckoning. It’s time for you to meet my brothers and sisters”[/i]

Across the museum, armed soldiers began to phase through the walls in a manner akin to Kitty. The building was surrounded.