[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc33ff]Guinevere Stark[/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/2cb61ed9a19e7f01a36542d15a8c0d73/tumblr_inline_n7utw6DHKH1sz03jf.gif[/img][hr][color=#cc33ff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Brotherhood Headquarters - First Sublevel - New York, New York
[color=#cc33ff]{[/color][i]"They told me I couldn't so I did."[/i][color=#cc33ff]}[/color][/center][hr][hr]	Guin came to on the floor, looking up at a burly guard. She glanced up to where the father was ranting and then looked back to the guard, before nodding. [color=#cc33ff]"Yeah, phone call sounds great right now chief,"[/color] she said quickly. She sprung to her feet, noting the pounding feeling in her head. She was woozy for sure and felt a bit out of sync with the rest of the world. And while it may have seemed odd to agree to an imaginary phone call, at least it wasn't an imaginary Tony yelling at her for something she didn't remember doing.

	She followed the guard away from the visiting room, flipping her father the bird as she walked off. Illusion or not, he had been an asshole and deserved that special salute. The guard stopped next to the phone, motioning for Guin to use it at her will. Picking up the phone, she paused for a moment. She grew up in the age of iPhones - of just dialing a contact. No one actually knew [i]anyone's[/i] phone number anymore these days. There were only a couple that she had committed to memory. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"You wouldn't happen to have a phone book, would you?"[/color] Guin asked. The guard stared at her blankly. [color=#cc33ff]"Right..."[/color] She shifted her weight on her heels, recalling to mind the various phone numbers she knew. Her father's was the first that came to mind - but for obvious reasons, she dismissed that thought. She had a vague idea of what Happy's line was, but there was a chance that the middle three numbers were reversed. She couldn't think of them clearly. And then the last one she remembered was Pietro's - he had written it on her hand in marker. When she went to bed, she slept with her face on her hand and the next morning, the ink had rubbed onto her face and his number was there. It was hard to forget after that. 

	Dialing in the number, Guin listened to the line ring...and then someone picked up. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"Pietro?"[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Lizzie Roswell[/color][/h1][img]https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11130/111301166/5750587-tumblr_omjs1o219k1uh91oco4_500.gif[/img][hr][color=#00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Brotherhood Headquarters - First Floor Hallway - New York, New York
[color=#00ccff]{[/color][i]"All villains think of themselves as heroes. And all heroes? Well, they're no different than the villains."[/i][color=#00ccff]}[/color][hr][color=#00ccff][b]Active Illusions[/b][/color]: None[/center][hr][hr]	Lizzie knew she was in bad shape, thanks to her medical training. With the gashes on her chest, they'd leave a scar - if she was lucky enough to survive. The wolf on top of her prevented her from putting pressure on the wounds and Othello wasn't there to quickly get her away from the situation. The wolf must have had some regenerative abilities or telepathic protections. Wonderland couldn't understand why her ability hadn't kicked in already and left the wolf deranged, allowing her to get to safety. 

	This could be the end, if she didn't get the wolf off of her. Lizzie focused all of her energy into creating an illusion for Ayita, one where she had suddenly appeared across the hall. But she had lost too much blood. She couldn't convince the wolf's mind of her illusion. Abandoning that tactic, Lizzie tried to put all of her energy into just throwing the wolf off of her, but she couldn't manage it. [color=#00ccff]"CHESHIRE! NOW!"[/color] Lizzie screamed. The pain was clear in her voice and she was trapped underneath a wolf. Adder didn't seem to have even noticed, too busy with Quicksilver to see that his partner was outmatched by the wolf. 

	[color=#00ccff]"You're just like me,"[/color] Lizzie said to the wolf. It might kill her any second. She coughed, a bit of blood coming up. [color=#00ccff]"Except you're fighting for those that will hunt you and kill you like a dog. You'll die in a cage, being experimented on. Is that what you want? A life of subjugation and fear?"[/color] She laughed weakly. Hopefully Cheshire would come - or maybe Adder would notice that something was desperately wrong. 

	[i][color=00ccff]Come on, Wonderland...Kick in already...[/color][/i]