Down in the depths of Umbra Biogenetics, there was a nauseating aura that Jean could feel in ways Xavier could not. It was like feeling heat from a radiator waft up a flight of stairs. A distant sound growing louder as she followed it. One she could not hear, but knew on a subconscious level was [i]there[/i] The walls had holes in them, a trail of destruction that practically burned with the traces of psychic energy unique to one mutant in particular. The epicenter was in a level that officially did not exist. Located deep, hundreds of feet beneath the ground. There was the remains of an elevator shaft that Ryder presumably flung herself through to escape. 

At the bottom, past a set of dizzying hallways was a child's bedroom locked behind a three ton magnetic door, which lay in pieces at its threshold. If the trail of evidence was a bonfire, this room was the midday sun...

The difference between here and the sterile walls of Umbra's basement was nigh uncanny. The walls inside were painted a faded blue color, minute cracks in the paint suggested it was once a cold white. A bed lay in the corner of the room, barely a hand's width between it and a metal frame. It looked like a hospital bed in a way. The walls were barren, except for a dart board and holes that were probably punched through out of anger. Something about the place felt... Empty. The carpeting was faded and dull as if it had been here for years, and the entire room smelled like it was old. As if no one had really [i]lived[/i] in this room beyond sleeping here. Even in this ruined state, riddled with signs of violent destruction where the ceiling was caved in slightly and the concrete floor was exposed underneath, Jean could intuit that nothing happy came from this room. There was no evidence of life, no joy or personality.

A prison cell dressed up to look pretty. 

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The humans in the crowd were getting antsy. Their faces were etched with contempt and aggression. Ryder kept her stolen haul close to her chest- If she didn't have these things, it would make life much harder. Seeing the cop get his gun shot out of his hand made Ryder spin and look at Cyclops. So he was a mutant too... And he could've done that back at the gate. Ryder pushed her powers out and felt there were microchips regulating energy behind that visor. Some sort of choke for a power source, maybe? If she made it fry itself, what would happen? Would he explode and take everyone else with him? Ryder decided she didn't want to find out. The cop was slack jawed as he saw his precious pistol get swatted out of his hands so easily. Meanwhile, Ryder was backing away slowly. She kept her eyes on everyone as best she could, but there were no security cameras around this part of the street. She didn't have any sort of third eye advantage. 

Ryder heard a clicking sound behind her. She was inadvertently backing up into someone, and when she turned around, that person had a switchblade. A middle aged man who looked like he had been smoking a pack a day for the last decade, he swung the knife down at Ryder, and it got stuck in in her arm. Ryder shrieked like a banshee and shoved the man back dozens of feet, slamming him into the door of a car and causing the car to start blaring an alarm. Bleeding all the way from her elbow to her wrist, Ryder turned back around and locked eyes with Cyclops and the old man in the wheelchair. She could just throw that thing for hundreds of feet, snap Cyclops's neck and see how quickly Xavier could drag himself over to it. So why didn't she just let herself go all out? On second thought, maybe she would. Her telekinetic powers were the weakest of her abilities, but that was only in the sense of fine control. Broad strokes were still something to fear.

Behind her, the car that was screaming like a tripped alarm groaned and screeched as it floated upwards, high enough that there was no question that Ryder was definitely more than just a technopath. The man saw this, and ran away screaming in terror. Ryder's face held nothing but hate for what was happening. Her injury looked pretty bad, but Ryder was paying absolutely zero attention to it right now. The floating car drifted closer until it was just behind her. 

[color=00ffff]"I don't know either of you, and I want nothing to do with you or fucking [i]Umbra.[/i] If you don't stay away from me, I'll fucking kill all of you. Do you fucking understand me?! I'll-"[/color]

[i]Bang.[/i]

While Ryder was monologuing, the cop has reached for his gun and she didn't pay attention. He shot her in the ribs. Ryder stumbled, and slipped back. Blood trickled from her shirt, and the car fell. She caught it before it could flatten her, but she screamed out of pure rage and ripped the damn thing into shreds while it was suspended in the air. Bits of metal, plastic and glass fell to the ground and flew at the cop. He was smacked by a rear axle in the stomach. He'd be fine, but now he was doubled over trying to catch his breath. Once again, the gun clattered to the floor. Fractured pieces of the car orbited over her in a way that might've been familiar to Scott. Like he'd seen someone go down this road before, or display this level of potency with their powers. She was pissed. 

Ryder stood, despite being stabbed and shot.

[b][i][h3][color=00ffff]"LEAVE ME ALONE!"[/color][/h3][/i][/b]