It felt like falling. Like finding out the Devil really existed by stumbling onto the Prince of Darkness' doorstep; with the nightmares that followed. During the few hours she was disconnected from conciousness, Karerra saw the world burn in her dreams. A demon pale and blue came from black clouds, the Four Horsemen of the world's end following fast behind, death following behind them. Fear overwhelmed her, the panic of the end of days confronting what little humanity was left to her. Karerra heard herself scream...but this time it wasn't out of pain or fear.

It was out of rage. A scream so loud and with so much force it was as if her entire body shook to it's core in the world of dreams. When her eyes snapped open, there was only silence at first. A lingering listen, and only the soft sounds of breathing found her. A quick look this and that and Karerra realized where she was, and who was sleeping; the two girls were leaned upon each other and sleeping soundly. Sneaking off the bed and out of the room without a sound was tricky, but after a minute of slow, careful, movements Karerra had achieved just that. 

Maybe Spencer and Mila wanted answers? [i]Maybe they did. Maybe they didn't.[/i] It didn't matter--they were children, and Karerra wasn't about to endanger them further unless she needed to. Just outside the girl's room, Karerra tripped on her own foot and fell to her knees. Her limbs felt as if they were thrice as heavy as they should be; her head was a migraine that felt as if it were literally splitting her brain in two a microcentimeter at a time. Slowly, yes, but surely her head would explode from the pressure eventually.

But it wouldn't, and Karerra knew better. Her mind reached out, brain waves turning into electrical signals through the power of mutation and willpower. "Cerebro? Are you alright?"

But there was no answer. The Gucci brand leather jacket was ripped from her body and tossed behind her, Karerra's temper getting the better her, but providing the energy to climb to her feet and continue moving. A quick inspection of her appearance found spats of blood on the white silk sleeveless top. She would have to change, but spatters of blood could wait too. Immediately she went to work multitasking; half her mind working with Cerebro, the other half guiding her burnt out body back to the basement.

Many hours and more had passed by the time Cerebro finally came back to her. She was still wearing blood splattered clothing, and still not caring, her hair swept behind her head and tied up in a messy, quick, ponytail. In a tech lab that said it belonged to one 'H. McCoy' Karerra found enough tools to pop the panels open on Cerebro's control panel and do some wire splicing and simple sodering. 

It was enough, finally. [i]"Hello, Karerra."[/i]

Just the sound of the A.I.'s voice made her smile, and lean back against the Control Panel in weary joy. "Welcome back, Cerebro. Did you lose readings from just before you shut off?"

[i]"No."[/i]

She could chase him, or it, then. It was suicidal, but somehow that sounded like the only option to Karerra. "What was it that hit us?"

[i]"According to my sensors, Karerra, it was a mutant with previously unseen power levels."[/i]

"Previously unseen? What's that mean?"

[i]"My databases have no record of a mutant as powerful as the one encountered before my system failure."[/i]

...suicide it was, then. For a minute, Karerra actually tried to talk herself out of it. Of course, she failed. "Did you get a chance to geotag the source of the feedback? Of the mutant?"

[i]"Analysis was incomplete upon critical failure, though simulations suggest the source of the feedback came from Egypt."[/i]

"...like...martial law, violence in the streets, military in charge of the government Egypt?"

[i]"That is correct, Karerra."[/i]

Just once, Karerra wanted to see something evil and bad hiding in a happy place. Like DisneyWorld. Why couldn't this bad super mutant be hiding out in DisneyWorld? Or Malibu?...but Egypt? "Thanks, Cerebro. Seems I need to find one of my passports."

[i]"The Hangar Bay houses several personal hypersonic stealth turbo-jet aircraft, Karerra."[/i]

"I'll need to learn how to fly a jet plane, then." Even as she said it, Karerra began scouring the Air Force and Navy databases for flight training information. Within an hour she would know enough to fly one of the jets. "Are they fueled and functioning?"

[i]"I will begin fueling one of them now, Karerra."[/i]

"Thanks, Cerebro. I'll be back." Now was the time to change, to put her rented McLaren in the Mansion's garage. And maybe say goodbye to the X-Mansion, not even twenty-four hours after she'd arrived. "A new personal record for leaving a place, Christina."

Now that was something to be proud of.