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seizing up the prey

:: the alluring woman in white was among the last to emerge from the cathedral. she walked with confidence and the sex appeal that only a woman in her prime could exude.::

::a few people in her way were casually shoved aside as she continued to walk. finally meeting with some tall, mysterious men in black ....the trio seemed to talk among themselves before turning to look at Alexis....they looked menacing...even from afar and WITH sunglasses on.::

Yes, thats her. She's definately feeling the effects of the empathic choker imbued with her aunt's essence. She's simmering now...not quite ready to be called out for the TRAITOR that the Six will come to know her for.


:: the woman seemed to smirk a bit before the site of them was lost in a sudden throng of attendees from the funeral. and after that...there was no site of them anywhere.::
 
outside the cathedral

:: Alison finally made her way outside, following the procession. the wind kissed her skin..much of which was tastefully beared in her black, low cut, lingerie strapped calvin klein dress w/ split up the side. she followed with the group as everyone who followed the casket made their way to the street. the bells continued to toll for Sharon.::


:: at this point, the casket would be taken to the airport was being flown...she would be buried with other political figures in a special masoleum on capitol hill.::

:: Alison looked out among the crowd, then over to Karen who was still by her side. the others would be there shortly and they would all have a chance to speak and reflect again.::

it was a beautiful service...

::she stopped herself from saying "If only MORGAN could have seen it". ....Morgan Victoria....the other casualty of Master Mold. The team and their allies still had one last task to attend to regard Morgan's estate. Hardly anything they looked forward to, for it meant that the cold reality of Morgan's death would be FINALIZED.::

::as she turned to see the others.......she saw the mysterious woman in white appearing...and rudely shoving a few attendees out of her way. the wind blew a bit as Alison's bone straight blue/black locks flowed in front of her face a bit::

that woman in white.....she certainly stands out...doesnt she?

:: she noticed her meeting two large men in black suits with black sunglasses. perhaps they were her staff or members of the FBI. Alison had no apparent need to tap into her percognition to sense what they could be discussing. but she DID notice the way all three of them looked at ALEXIS. ALEXIS...who had been behaving very strangely since the night of Master Mold. ::

Alexis....they seem to be looking at you as though they know you...


::before she could comment any further...the visual she had of them was lost as a last minute stream of mourners passed between their group and hers. and now the woman in white was GONE.::
 
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Church

:: Stepping out of the dark church, Alexis squinted her eyes at the brightness that washed upon her from the daylight. Walking down the stairs, Alexis stood near the others with her arms folded across her chest, and her eyes glued to the casket being loaded into the hearse. Her chin slightly elevated as if she were looking down upon the dead senator, Alexis' attention soon went to Alison. Glancing from the brunette to the woman in white, Alexis narrowed her eyes. Who was this woman and why did she seem to take on a fascination with Alexis... ::

:: A crowd of people soon hid the woman and her associates from sight, only to reveal that they were gone moments later. Raising a brow, Alexis turned her attention forward to the hearse that was pulling away, not bothering to look at Alison. ::

"I'm sure it's nothing."
 
Both Haleigh and Zach turned to look at the woman in white as she came in. Why had she been let in?? The thought made Haleigh's blood run cold, and she eyed to woman suspiciously and looked towards the double doors. Zach, sensing her reaction, reached for his gun.... he didn't take it, simply rested his fingers on the grip. Haleigh touched his arm softly as she turned back to the front, watching the service begin. Throughout the service, Haleigh sat still, numb. She heard the speeches in the back of her mind somewhere, but was distracted as she thought of Sharon's death. Sharon had been a good, strong woman, who hadn't deserved to die. Even to the end, she was brave and selfless. Like Morgan. Despite the fact that today's funeral was for Sharon, as Haleigh reflected on Sharon's death her thoughts lead inevitably back to the events of that tragic night, and she lingered on Morgan's final moments. Like Blaze, and Alison, Haleigh's mind was overtaken with the loss of Morgan. The look of terror on her face as her fingertips slipped from Haleigh's. Her voice sounded in Haleigh's head. Her final scream... I'm so sorry Morg. Zach, sensing Haleigh's internal battle with guilt and grief, took her hand in his and gave a gentle squeeze. The sound of Blaze trying to quietly leave the cathedral tore Haleigh from her selfloathing.

The service ended, and Hal was one of the first to make it out of the catherdral. she pressed through the slow moving crowd, Zach in tow, fighting to escape the suffocating feeling of the huge cathedral. She found Blaze standing on the sidewalk and came to a stop beside her. Haleigh didn't look Blaze over... she didn't have to. She knew what Blaze was feeling without asking. Instead, in a quiet voice, she reached out, offering a hand as well.

"Come on, I have something to show you."
 
outside

<< Karen had watched the service unfold with solemn silence. she grieved in her mind for Sharon and in her heart for Morgan. These women were strong in their unique ways. Sharon's courage.....trying to help Morgan even in the face of Master Mold.... it was something that went BEYOND what any of her male colleagues in capitol hill would do. She would forever hold a special place in her memory for Sharon and she would make sure that Sharon's legacy of fighting for equal rights for ALL...mutant, metahuman and human would not be forgotten.....was she mulling the possibility of running for Sharon's senate seat??>>

<< it was too soon to know just what she was feeling for certain. all she knew was that Morgan and Senator Kelly were gone and this service was confirmation. she shed tears silently from underneath her dark sunglasses. as the service came to a close...she followed the procession out of the cathedral. walking with Alison as they arrived outside..she too felt the wind....her hat and veil moved a bit but held fast as she looked around...thankfull that her sunglasses hid her weary , tear strained eyes.>>

<< as Alison, Karen, Alycia, Delilah were eventually joined by Alexis, Karen turned as Alison pointed out the woman in white.>>

<< Karen's eyes widened ever so slightly. something about that woman seemed SO FAMILIAR to her. her body, her poise....and even with those white rimmed, black framed sunglasses.....something reached out to Karen...a familiarity... a sensation from the past.....>>

That woman....I....i feel that i KNOW her.....

<< a bell toll unexpectedly started Karen as her gaze focused on that woman in white...and soon, as a stream of mourners came between their group and the woman's group....there was no more visual of that group. They were gone when the mourners had cleared.>>

<< even as Alexis had shrugged it off as nothing, Karen FELT that it was something...that WOMAN...she was not just a "woman in white"....she was someone seemed to figure into Karen's memory somehow....but before further explanation could be made, it was time to leave. Alison assured Karen that it was probably just de ja vu....and with the escalade pulling up, Karen, Alison and Alycia would be heading back to Illustra.>>
 
Blankets of smoke filtered around the fiery mutant who savored the nicotine that was administered into her lungs. Her small height of 5'7 still standing beside one of the bus benches where one of the Grey Hound passed by everyday picking up travelers. She was of course deep in thought over Sharon and Morgan.

The enigma struggled with the strain of emotions coursing through her darkened soul. Tipping her head to the sky. Glaring at the overcast gloom of the day but more so she knew who were most likely watching her, the Elders. Her dark sunglasses concealing the hardened look released from her green eyes.

Taking one last drag of the cigarette she spun around to tuck it in one of the wooden round barrels filled with sand. Movement from the corner of her eye caused her to look over at the old Cathedral. Tucking her right hand inside her suit pocket, her eyes danced along the various group who departed the church.

Walking closer to the church Blaze stopped short to notice Haleigh walking towards her. Fox could spot Haleigh out of any crowd, her blonde locks and her military stride was unmistakable. Patiently waiting for the woman to approach her, what did she want? Blaze didn't mind Haleigh's company at all, in fact she relished it. The two were very similar in military tactics.

"Hi Hales..." She greeted gently, but she was stunned to feel Haleigh's small hand slip into her own. Her hand giving a squeeze of support to Haleigh. Her fingertip brushing against the diamond ring secured on her lithe finger.

Looking down, Blaze smiled. "You've been holding out on me, Hales. Congratulations, babe." Pulling Haleigh into a sisterly hug, "he's a good man, and not a bad looker either." She winked only to straighten up.

Releasing Haleigh from the gentle hug, she nodded, "okay, show me." Her head tilted to the side in curiosity.
 
for the time being

<< and so, with the crowd dispersing, Alison would take Karen and Alycia back to Illustra. Delilah would have the chance to stop by her office at the precinct to get the latest update on the the master mold disaster investigation before heading back to Illustra. Alexis would also find her own way back as she had been traveling solo. Blaze, Haleigh and Zach would travel together for the time being. in several hours they would all be back at Illustra on various floors until summoned by Alison and Alycia to Alycia's satellite office on the 90th floor of Illustra.>>

<< the day was still rather gloomy, but the winds helped to allow sunlight peek through dips in the clouds occasionally. there was a feeling of stillness in the minds and hearts of the six....but mourning was never a quick process for anyone.>>>

<< Alexis was the only one who was noticeably detached from the somber mood...she would find herself being confronted by her mysterious woman in white sooner than she might expect>>
 
Alexis' Penthouse

:: Finally arriving back at Illustra after the long memorial service, Alexis opened the door to her penthouse and let out an exasperated sigh. ::

"If I have to attend one more funeral, I’m going to have to kill myself."

:: Closing the front door with the heal of her stilettos, Alexis made her way across the foyer and straight into the kitchen. Tossing her clutch purse onto the island as she passed it, the blonde opened the fridge and took out a small bottle of Evian. Opening it, she took a long leisurely sip before craning her tense neck back and removing her black hat. Placing the hat next to her purse, Alexis ran her fingers through her blonde locks as she slowly slunk into her livingroom and over to the floor to ceiling windows. Looking out over the city, the blonde crossed her arms along her chest and gently swirled the water within the small bottle absentmindedly. Her thoughts wondered to the woman in white...she didn't give much thought to her when she had sat next to Alexis during the service. But after Alison had pointed out that she seemed to know Alexis, it did strike her as strange. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she did seem familiar...something about her ora. ::
 
East Hamptons: A Journey of a Thousand Miles Begins With a Single Step

Haleigh smiled softly, embracing Blaze. Speaking in her ear as she watched the others gather on the church steps....

"It happened last night... yes... He's a wonderful man. I think I'll keep him." She responded with endearment. At the acceptance of her suggestion, Haleigh lead blaze to the car. Once they'd all gotten in, however, Haleigh and Blaze were transported somewhere else instantly.

*************

Blaze would recognize the house from the night they'd gone 'sailing'.... It was Haleigh's east hamptons residence.

But they weren't there to take refuge in the palatial home... they were standing out in her garden, an elaborate maze of landscaping, that included weeping willow trees, wildly growing japanese honeysuckle and pink oleander in droves. They were both facing a small grassy clearing framed by breathtaking deep purple orchids. The sight of the monuments in the center was riveting. Large, three foot tall stone crosses, six of them, all in a line and adorned with flowers. Three of them had Navy dogtags slung around the tops. Blaze would recognize the names on the last two. One was hers...

The other looked as though it had been erected very recently. Soil around the base was still freshly disturbed. The name engraved on the stone would cause a cold hand to settle on Blaze's spine. Morgan Victoria. Beneath the name, a single resounding word, in all capital letters. HERO.

"These are tributes... to the people I have loved and lost over the years... to those I was.... unable to save." Haleigh moved closer to Blaze's side, her voice laced with pain but also with a surprising resolve of strength and wisdom. "That pain you're feeling, that anger and regret for not being able to help her... I know that feeling. I'm more intimate with it than you could ever imagine. But there's something I've come to realize... it doesn't help lessen the pain, or lift the grief. It doesn't even really help dissipate the feelings of guilt... but it DOES help to make sense of it all. When Destiny takes us in her iron grip.... its something NONE can stall. Everything will happen WHEN its supposed to, exactly AS its supposed to. What happened to Morgan was tragic... but it was something that nobody could prevent, though try we might. I couldn't save Morgan because she wasn't to be saved... and you couldn't help because you weren't SUPPOSED to."

Haleigh paused, as she stared mournfully at Morgan's 'grave'. She slipped her hand once more into Blaze's, resting her head on the woman's shoulder. If it hadnt been clear before, it was now: Haleigh had grown in the last few months, changed. She was closer to the person she was six years ago... before she'd been first captured by Mystech. She was caring and supportive, open. The woman who'd joined the Navy to fight for her country and her beliefs.... the monster within her blighted heart seemed to have been quelled gradually, and it had left behind an old, heavy soul that contradicted her young face.

"Morgan.... was so devastated after the inferno. She NEVER forgave herself for what she'd done. She was harder on herself than any of us could ever be.... She was hard on me too... but I don't blame her. I should have been the one to die that night.... and I bear so MUCH responsibility for that night too. but eventually, ironically, she found it EASIER to forgive ME for my part in your death, and for everything I'd done... than to forgive herself for losing control. Her actions, during the fight with Master Mold... that was her way of righting a wrong.... the one she did you, and the terror she put the rest of us through. We never asked that of her... it came from her heart. She was so selfless. She didn't want to die... she just stepped up when we needed her help... and she gave it HELL... for the people she loved. It was the reason I always admired her... even when I hated her."
 
[ Delilah pulled her car into the parking lot behind police headquarters. She was so preoccupied with the earlier events that she nearly ran right into the barricade. The uniform working the lot gave her an odd look, but she was unconcerned with reprimanding him at this time. She thought about the rude woman in white - disrupting such a solemn occasion - and Alexis' odd behavior (though she wasn't really surprised). She was worried about Blaze - she had seen her leave in the middle of the service. Being so emotional was DEFINITELY not normal Blaze. She would have to be sure to speak to her when she got back to Illustra, but she trusted that Haleigh would take good care of her until then. Right now she had to find out what she could about the Master Mold investigation.

She parked and ran up the red brick steps to the large office building that was the center of the New York police force. Stepping out of the elevator she motioned for the assistant to her section to come into her office. She asked her to get her a copy of the Master Mold case file. After several minutes had passed, the assistant returned and Delilah opened it to find the name of the detective in charge of the case.

She took the file with her as she exited and went in search of some answers. ]
 
Illustra-90th floor

::back at Illustra, Alycia was resting for a while in the lounge connected to her satellite office on Illustra's 90th floor. The office was state of the art...customized for Alycia's preferences per Morgan's order. She always felt "safe" and "on top of the world" in Illustra...this technological gem of New York that was not only the fashion pulse of the east coast but secret home of The Six.::

::Sharon's funeral had went smoothly and without incident. Alycia was finally able to honor her friend one last time and help lay her to rest. Sharon's legacy and memory would never be forgotten, but all of this, everything that had lead up to this moment had helped Alycia make her mind up. She had submitted her letter of resignation to the D.A.'s office and it was RELUCTANTLY accepted. Alycia would be retiring early and becoming a private citizen.::

:: the descision put her mind to rest about many things, for she had been a woman at the front lines of legal battles both in the criminal world and the corporate world. she had made herself a reputation as a blood thirsty, brutally efficient attourney and information gatherer. she had also made alot of enemies and while she had never been intimidated or backed down, she was suddenly all too aware of her own mortality. Her best friend was gone...struck down in the most impossible way while being as brave as she had ever been.::

Sharon......I miss you already.

:: Alycia sighed softly as she continued to lay on the double sized chaise lounge. she rested her hand on her forehead . all was calm and quiet in her office, which was high above the hubbub of the business floors of Illustra and just a few floors BENEATH the private residences of The Six...she'd been in Morgan and Alison's penthouses before.::

::knowing what she was going to do was the first step. Letting the Six know that she was retiring and leaving the public eye (in more than one way) was the next...but all of that would happen AFTER the reading and executing of Morgan's will. there was still time.::
 
Illustra- a mother's pain

<< a soft chime is heard as the elevator doors open up on the top floor of Illustra. Doctor Karen Victoria steps forward. still wearing her black suit, sunglasses and circular rimmed hat w/veil. she hadnt said much since arriving back to Illustra but when Alison and Alycia went to tend to some personal business, she used the opportunity to slip away>>

<< she looked down the long, high ceiling hall ..there was a small alcove off to the side midway..but clearly this floor was as private as it was silent. it had never seemed so long and gloomy before....BEFORE Morgan's death.>>

<< Karen breathed deeply as she began to walk. her high heels echoing as they hit the floor with each stride. finally reaching the large double doors, she exhales slowly, before entering. Being Morgan's mother...she knew that her genetic signature and magicks would gain her access to the penthouse. upon entering...she saw the sprawling expanse of the penthouse....>>

Oh.....

<< Karen had been here before....but it was never like this...so quiet, so empty feeling. she looked around slowly at the decor and pictures. Morgan was a woman of style and taste but she also appreciated cozy comfort and some how she managed to merge the two. walking along...she just took in the feeling of feel a little more connected to her daughter. this was helping her to face things.>>

<< Tinkerbell peeked up from the sectional in the sitting room and mewed ..catching Karen's attention. the smaller kitten that Haleigh had given Morgan was there also, looking sleepy.>>

two babies!

<< Karen smiled as she went over and sat down next to them. not worried that their fur might get on her suit>>

hi little ones. Delilah's been taking care of you...but you miss your mommy dont you?

<< tink and the kitten were both mewing now...wanting attention as they rubbed against karen and nudged her.>>

yes...will THIS mommy misses her little girl too.

<<petting the cats a bit and comforting them, Karen takes a moment remove her hat w/veil to reveal her sleek bun styled blonde hair. looking around for a moment, Karen waves her hand and with a harp sound some fresh catnip appears. she divides it equally among tinkerbell and the kitten>>

here you go babies.

<< Karen smiled as she watched the cats enjoy their little treat. she got up and began to walk around again...just looking, exploring maybe. taking time to see more of her daughter's space and what she was about. she eventually went into the kitchen..looking around. not a dish in the sink, Morgan liked to give the impression she never ate much but Karen knew better. she laughed softly as she looked in the refrigerator...nothing but organic foods and the best bottled water.>>

I remember when i whipped up breakfast for the whole team...right after Blaze had died in the inferno. though i didnt want to be bothered with cooking it by hand so i used my magick. I can only imagine where my daughter got THAT habit from.

<images from past times spent here with her daughter...all the dinners, breakfasts and other gatherings flashed through her mind and as she looked out into the dining room...her mind's eye replayed some of the most memorable moments. she could hear the voices, see the people...the sounds everything. it comforted this too helped her>>


<<she moved through the penthouse, looking at the hearth of the fireplace where Morgan's many fashion awards were tastefully displayed as well as pictures of Morgan with her celebrity friends/photo ops. there was even a picture of Morgan, her mother and Cher together in a frame.>>


"Do you believe?" << Karen sang softly>>

<< eventually Karen found her way into Morgan's Chamber of Dreams. it was such a large room, with a lead off into the master bathroom. there was the scent of exquisite vanilla, morgan's favorite scent in the air. soft chimes played....it reminded Karen of Morgan's energy signature when she teleported. she moved slowly now....much like Delilah had the night she came here. The bed was partially made, with a few pieces of clothing laid out ...possibly items Morgan would have worn the next day after that fatefull friday night. on the nightstand near her bed were a few pictures. one featuring Morgan, Alison and Blaze and two more...one featuring Karen and Christopher from years ago and a very young Morgan Victoria in the arms of both parents. they all looked so HAPPY together...this was of course before MysTech. there was one final picture...in a special pewter heart shaped frame...that of a young Karen holding a beautiful baby girl....it was Morgan. >>

<< Karen picked up the pictures of Karen, Christopher and Morgan along with the one of Karen and baby Morgan. this was her family..this was her life at some of their best moments....and now both Morgan and Christopher were DEAD...taken violently from her by MysTech........>>

My whole family....gone. My baby, Morgan, you went through SO MUCH after your father left us...you tried to be brave, to be strong, you became a success in the fashion industry, you joined valiant to try to help others...you joined with your friends in the Six to protect the city..the world from MysTech....

<< Karen began to tremble as tears began to flow. she clutched the picture of herself holding a baby Morgan. holding it to her chest...near her heart>>

No mother....<<trying not to break down....>>....wants to outlive her child.....

Oh Morgan!!!!

my baby............
<< Karen looked up at the ceiling..still holding that picture as the other one was set on the bed. she bent over while sitting...drawn up as she begin to weep...no longer being able to fight the feeling of loss and guilt. the pain of her daughter being gone....truly gone.....>>


<< the a cool breeze flowed in from the slightly open glass doors that led out to the balcony from the chamber of dreams...and as the chimes played softly, only karen's anguish could be heard througout the expanse of the penthouse.>>

<< a mother's pain....>>
 
Haleigh's island - Blood Lust

Haleigh's positive news of engagement did brighten the gloomy day and the sadness Blaze felt. It was egregious Haleigh had depicted her body language and her struggle with Morgan's death. Unlike, Alexis, who was detached and aloof, Blaze was beginning to rely more on her friends for support, especially Delilah and now Haleigh. Both ladies were like a second sister to her, both strong in their own element.

Leaning back she turned at the waist to walk along with Haleigh. Her hand its usual warm temperature. The two strolled off to the car that was parked a few feet away. Walking to the passenger side, the mutant climbed in. Her curiosity had peaked immensely. Where was Haleigh taking her?

It wouldn't register until they arrived at Haleigh's place. Blaze had been here before when the two were getting some rest and relaxation. This vast island that Haleigh owned was gorgeous blossoming with warmth and care. Climbing out of the car, a genuine smile lifting at the corner of her lips.

"Still as I remember it, beautiful."

The fragrant air of flowers blew in the soft wind. The house itself was private and nicely landscaped, but not a neighbor in sight. Following the blonde deeper into the labyrinth of her garden.

She looked up seeing the six crosses adorned with flowers and dog tags. Her heart nearly stopped at the sight of her own. It was Blaze's number, it was still burned inside her memory. Stepping up to it she placed her hand along the stone. "Its beautiful Hales...I never...thought you.." She bit on her bottom lip, not being able to find the words.

It floored her to see her own 'grave' here on Haleigh's property. Turning back to Haleigh, Blaze removed her own dark sunglasses. Registering this new set of facts. "So, I was right...you always had a heart and you do love."

A chill in the air sent shivers down her back with the hand that ran along her spine. Directing her eyes to Morgan's stone. Reading the word "HERO" she felt her body fall prey to the monument. Her eyes filling up with tears but she blinked them back.

No, Haleigh was trying to break her down! She needed to be angry, dark, and vengeful. This weakness she carried wasn't her style. Something called Blaze to Morgan's cross, stepping closer. Out of thin air, Blaze's body shook more violently. She was skirmishing the urge to cry.

"No!" She said harshly, her vision blurry again until one slow tear peaked from the corner of her eye. Her facial expression twisted into that darkened eerie look. Hatred burning through her skin, but the need to grief easily overpowered it. Clenching her fists, Blaze bowed her head. The sound of fabric ripping tore through the air as Blaze's suite stretched to accommodate her dark feathered wings. They sprang free in the blink of an eye as Blaze threw her head back.

"MORGAN!!!!!"

Her lungs bellowing out in a tone that could only be described as unsettling. Her chest heaved with her adrenaline but she settled at Haleigh's present. "Haleigh..." She began to sob, her face returning to its normal shape. Her hand squeezing Haleigh's with more strength then she intended, not on purpose to harm Hales.

"She's gone...I ...I...she's gone! I can't let it go...it HURTS!" She stared up at the grave as Blaze's tears bled to a more crimson tint that stained her tanned cheeks with red trails.

Releasing Haleigh's hand, Blaze wrapped her arm tightly around her friend's waist with the blonde resting her head on her shoulder. Both staring at her sister's grave. The mutant sniffling every five seconds. "I want to kill, Haleigh...they allowed this..." She looked up at the sky, "they murdered my sister! And they are the ones who TOOK her from us!"

Her feathered wings twitched behind Haleigh. "I'm...not ready to forget or even forgive, IF that's possible." Turning to face Haleigh, face to face. Her green eyes red with the tears she leaked. "You...have a new start...you've come a long way. Your able to find love, and now you can cherish it. But I will not REST until I see those bastards killed. I'm going to KILL THEM ALL!!!" Her vengeance burning brightly in her eyes, and even Haleigh could see that Morgan and Blaze shared that same blood lust.

"They will pay, fuck destiny! And fuck fate!" Wiping her fallen tears, she studied Haleigh's expression. "This is beautiful....to honor myself and my sister like this. It does mean a lot to me but my heart aches for their heads. If I can kill one, I can kill more and your going to help me, Haleigh! And if you won't do it, I'll find others who will....even if it means traveling to the underworld." Stepping closer, the wind blowing her hair creating an almost Medusa look. "I have to see they pay....nobody takes my sister and lives to tell! I know Morgan would turn the world upside down for me in the same situation. Its simple...the elders will die! It won't bring Morgan back but it will satisfy my lust for vengeance."

Walking over to the grave she placed her hand to it, "This is the only time I ask this favor of you Haleigh....I need this..." She paused, "All I think about is them and how they held me BACK from teleporting to my sister's aide. Help me Haleigh, please."
 
East Hamptons

Haleigh wrapped her arms around Blaze's midsection, standing beside her. If Blaze's transformation affected Haleigh, it didn't show. Instead, Haleigh's demeanor radiated melancholy stillness, as she stared at Morgan's name.

"I can't let you do that, Blaze." Haleigh said softly, but with an authority that surprised even herself. "I would do ANYTHING in the world for you... but I can't let you self destruct like I did."

Haleigh let Blaze go, watching her place her hand gently on the stone cross. Haleigh knelt at the base of the grave, lifting a drooping flower back into place.

"Remember when I took you to Switzerland? And I killed that man in the mountains?" Haleigh asked, searching Blaze's face for recognition. When she found it, she moved on. "That was the man most directly responsible for what happened to me and my team.. on our final mission.... the orders he gave me... when I lead THOSE three brave men [pointing to the first three crosses] to slaughter. I murdered so MANY people to get to him... and I thought.... that when I finally got him... I would be able to sleep again. But as I watched the life drain from him... I realized that my VENGEANCE was insatiable.... I spent five grueling, torturous YEARS trying to rectify the wrong I felt we'd been done... and it all culminated in his death. and then there was nothing. The pain was still there... and the guilt....and they were all still dead... and I felt empty. NOTHING had changed. Not even I changed... not until I died and lost you..."

Haleigh moved to Blaze now, taking her face in both of her hands, wiping Blaze's tears from her cheeks with the pads of her thumbs. They locked eyes, and Haleigh's irises betrayed such emotion that it was impossible to ignore. She was holding nothing back, and gave the feeling that she was desperately trying to save Blaze from a terrible fate... trying to repay Morgan for failing to save HER by saving her sister instead.

"It's OKAY to be angry, Blaze. but you cant let it CONSUME you. It will only cause you pain. How would Morgan feel about you doing this? Killing the Elders? It'll cause UTTER chaos... not to mention tip the balance of good and evil uncontrollably in the WRONG direction. NO, Morgan wouldn't go on a SUICIDE mission that would only help EVIL. NO... the Elders didn't. MYSTECH TOOK MORGAN FROM US. The Elders knew it was going to happen... they also knew what would result from her death... and they looked at the BIGGER picture... and they made a decision for the greater good. But you also have to remember.... Morgan wasn't gunned down like a rabid dog, either... she CHOSE to engage Master Mold.... she CHOSE to put her life on the line to save Alison and the rest of us."
 
Fire, one of the most destructive elements created on earth. Yet easily the most devastating of them. It never really was extinguished, it continued its course. Blaze knew that as its wielder. Her emotions were a large factor in the manipulation of her powers.

Sighing loudly she looked down enrolling Haleigh's words. Her eyes locked onto the blondes with her hands physically caressing Blaze's cheek bones. Haleigh could feel the fire that burned through the woman's body. Just waiting to spread in an inferno. As enraged as she was Haleigh's words were heart felt.

"You have a point." She spoke, more calm. "Like I told D, I..don't know exactly how to cope. I could only imagine what Morgan felt at my death." Moving her hands out to rest on Haleigh's slim waist. "Morgan...wouldn't want this for me..you are right. She'd kick my ass for even thinking it. I've never felt so full of fire before like I'm going to erupt like a volcano."

Tilting her head to the side, weighing in her options silently. "I'll back down...it would create chaos and its not worth it. I suppose I can make do with one murdered elder." Those emerald eyes full of spark.

"You think more clearly than I (Deja déjà vu right Lexi? lol ;) ) and its because of you that I'm kept grounded. Grounded from doing unspeakable acts."

Positing her hands up Haleigh's back to pull her into a gentle hug. Her eyes absorbing the facts. Morgan was gone and nothing could bring her back. Her cool breath whispering into Haleigh's ear, "thank you, Hales." Her chin resting on the blonde's shoulder. "I owe you one.."
 
Back in NYC- the Hellfire Club

:: Manhattan's upper east side. an elegant and regal brick building that has been in existence for over 100 years and has managed to remain strong and blend in with the ever changing surroundings. This is the headquaters of the White Queen, Malice, herself. Once upon a time this WAS the headquaters for the entire Inner Circle of MysTech...the commanding elite that held sway over everything from the technological and biological operations to the occult operations of this massive company. Operating under the guise of an elite social club with a long reaching and reputable reputation, The Inner Circle were responsible for MysTech gaining multiple foot holds in government, the corporate and medical industry and more. The Hellfire club's building itself is a testemant to state of the art anti personell defense systems. Psychic power scramblers, windows and doors insulated against energy blasts, white noise/black light generators and many other defenses were well concealed in this buildings many levels. the decor of the building was splending victorian in design.::

::With Doctors Christopher Victory and Adam Chandler dead, as well as Kelly King and most recently Helena Quartermaine, Malice was now the last member left of the inner circle but certainly not at a disadvantage. She watched as The Six scored crucial victories: The Citadle, the destruction of Kelly King and her book of spells; Helena Quartermaine and the Wildpack, NERVOUS, Commander Rick Riley and The Cell, and most recently Master Mold. The Six had come as prophesied, and survived the grow pains of joining together as a team. They'd become the one force that MysTech couldnt effectively contain or outright destroy...though it was not without trying. They had allies among humans, powerfull allies such as Senator Sharon Kelly ,District Attourney Alycia Barnett and even the subtle support fron the N.Y.P.D courtesy of the newest fulltime member of the six, Morningstar. there were considerable resources from the realm of the occult from allies like Doctor Karen Victoria and Ororo, whose existence they had not been able to confirm as yet..given her otherworldly status...but that may soon change. The bottom line..was that this team had become all that was foretold and even with the departure of some members, and the LOSS of others...the team managed to continue do what they had to do. the time for their triumph was at an end as far as MALICE was concerned.::

:: Even with the tide turning against MysTech, there were some key losses taken by the Six lately. Prophet and Bane, two powerfull members of the team had gone missing; Senator Sharon Kelly died at the hands of the omega sentinel Master Mold; Spellbinder died protecting her team and the city from Master Mold as well. The team was shifting..trying to cope emotionally and spiritually as well as adjust in reality to the loss of one of their most powerfull members and a key ally in the american government. Though they would put up a brave front and go through the changes as best they could..the team was hurting and it showed clearly to Malice, who was all about exploiting the suffering of others::


::in a large, circular room of extreme technological design, a woman, clothed in a White Versace backless halter style vest with low cut V neck along with Versace white slacks that contoured at the hips and slightly flared at legs. around her waist, a platinum low slung chain link belt. she wore white silver heeled stillettos by Escada. Her sleek blonde hair was down resting just at her shoulders, bone straight with bangs in the front...a simple look but no less elegant.::

::eek:ne LARGE liquid crystal screen displayed the most up to date information on the powers and skills of each member of the six as well as their status. while smaller screens around the large one formed a square perimeter. the smaller screens provided information on the most notable allies of the team...including LIMITED information about the sightings/"apperaences" of Ororo at the Citadle and during the Inferno..although it was speculated she was a "relative" of the X-man Storm, they had no way to know that this WAS Storm...from another time and reality OR what her true nature was.::

::information was coming in from all over the globe into various computers and screens in this room. information on stats and stocks of MysTech holdings, progress on various projects and experiments world wide, news feeds on the scrutiny that mystech was facing. while across the room, agents of the NEWLY REVIVED WILDpack stood guard by the door on either side. Armed to the teeth, these men were now just as trained and combat savvy as those from Clandestine Inc. Malice invested millions in a tremendous restructuring and overhaul of this group following its decimation by Spellbinder in which 90 percent of its forces were sent to Limbo to face death by the techno organic demons::

:: Malice was sitting at a large rounded desk, outfited with the latest in office equipment and accessories...she could do nearly anything she needed or wanted to. turning in her chair, she smirked::

That team is down, both in their minds and in their numbers. They will try to put a brave face on and forge ahead, especially with Guardian and Black Widow now co leading. Their strength has always been in the fact that pulled TOGETHER when times were most difficult. No matter what the situation and unlike my fallen colleagues, I am not going to simply try to destroy them...I will get them were it HURTS...their "team spirit".

::looking at the now split screen...images of Morgan and Alexis were side by side::

THESE two were among those most effected by their familial ties to MysTech. But Alexis was DESTINED to serve MysTech from birth. She's escaped her destiny for far too long and been responsible for some HEAVY damage to MysTech over this last year. It's time for my little runaway flashbulb to HEED THE CALL and PAY UP.

:: turning to a WILDpack agent who stood on the out edge of the circumference of her desk in this darkened room, Malice spoke::

Assemble a small troupe and prepare to deploy. It's time we tested our little target to see just what she's capable of...both in mind AND body. With the rest of the team still mourning Spellbinder and Sharon Kelly, they won't notice Alexis' absence right now.....it will give us plenty of time to shake her up and leave her with the knowledge that she's NEVER going to be rid of the legacy of her aunt Helena or even her "Father" Adam. The time has come to CALL HER OUT.

<<smirking as the screens began to flicker off one by one, Malice grabs a Versace white trench coat that tops off her outfit. She will personally "introduce" herself to Alexis. an Introduction that may proove to be ALEXIS' farewell....for the person who isolates themself from their team as Alexis has been doing...is almost ALWAYS asking to be made the newest VICTIM.>>

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