It hadn't taken very long for Cassie to settle on a costume for Halloween. Alice from Alice in Wonderland. It wasn't a hard costume to make (although she was thwarted in her temptation to shrink into her old dress from when she played Alice as a child, her hips and chest was too big now). And she still remembered some lines to parrot on cue from ( Read more... )

The police have come to take care of these young punks. But it doesn't take long before additional forces appear on the scene.

SHIELD agents, descending on the scene in jetpacks, lower weapons at the Young Avengers and the mutants floating above.

"Stand down, mutants and vigilantes," one of the SHIELD agents orders. "You are all under arrest."

A monk. In Manhattan.

A twelve year old orphan mutant monk. In Manhattan. That may or may not be linked with the Young Avengers.

The hell?Julian was having a hard time trying to wrap his mind around this. And around the fact that he was apparently supposed to find the kid and bring him back to the school. At least, that's what he thought Miss ( Read more... )

Underage heroism on the rise: 10 arrested for the murder of teen mutant
by Betty Brant

( Yesterday, 36-year-old New York socialite... )

Wanda has finally finished sorting through Simon's possessions. She had been slow to complete the chore; it had felt wrong to pack away everything he owned, as if he would surely come striding through the door wanting to know who moved his DVDs because he had them in a particular order and now he'd never be able to find Duck Dodgers. More than ( Read more... )

Living in the monastery was great and all, but the lifestyle there is . . . rather rigid. Ang knows very well that good little monks on spiritual journeys do not abandon their teachings entirely, but nevertheless, sometimes the temptation to bend the teachings a little is too much to ignore. Like today.

That's right, Ang is sleeping in until 7 a.m ( Read more... )

There's a bright spot on an otherwise drab street corner in the form of a little boy in orange robes.  He sits crosslegged on the concrete, smiling and watching people expectantly, a little wooden bowl set out about a foot in front of him.  There are a few pieces of spare change in there, but he hasn't been begging for very long today ( Read more... )

Dr. Whitten wakes from another of his blackouts, smelling faintly of roses... again. He wishes he knew why that was. But the blue pills... don't help with memory, but they do wonders for the headaches. And supposedly for the 'episodes', and he's currently with it enough to keep taking them ( Read more... )