The Son of Mischief and Moonlight

The quiet suburban street in Deerfield, Illinois, looked like the perfect place for a bake sale or a neighborhood watch meeting. You know, normal stuff. But the people in the van? Not exactly your average suburbanites. As Warren parked the van in front of a house that could've come straight out of a home décor magazine—well-manicured lawn, flower beds that looked like they belonged in a garden center catalog—everyone inside the van shifted uncomfortably. It was one of those moments where you could almost hear the "dun dun duuun" playing in the background.

"This is it," Xavier said, as cool as a cucumber in a freezer. His fingers hovered over the controls of his motorized wheelchair like he was about to take it for a spin at the Indy 500. I mean, the guy had style. And a purpose. And a totally not creepy gadget that Beckendorf made for him. "We're here to meet Kitty Pryde—and, probably, Lance Alvers. They're both in there."

Coach Hedge, who somehow managed to make a celestial bronze bat look like it was just a normal Tuesday accessory, grumbled from the back seat. "Let's hope they're not surrounded by monsters. I get this... itch. You know, the kind that usually means trouble."

"Your 'itch' always means trouble," Jean muttered, adjusting her coat like she was about to walk a red carpet, except her "red carpet" was the world of mutants and the unknown. Jean might've been only ten, but she could've pulled off being a full-blown superhero. Heck, she probably already was.

The rest of them piled out of the van, each of them ready to play their part. Warren, who definitely looked like someone you'd see as the lead singer in a band you didn't quite get, made sure his wings were tucked under his coat like they were some kind of secret weapon. Because, spoiler alert: They were. And I'm talking about actual wings, not like an "I'm so awesome I have wings" metaphor. Real wings. You'd get it when you saw him.

Warren knocked on the door like a pro. Not a tap-tap-tap kind of knock, but the kind of knock that said, "I'm here to save the day, but I'll still be polite about it."

A beat passed, and then the door swung open to reveal two people who looked like they'd just walked out of a family sitcom. Mr. Pryde was tall, with that kind of "I'm always thinking about my next dad joke" look, and Mrs. Pryde was smaller, sharp-eyed, and very much the kind of person who could probably juggle a thousand things while making sure no one messed with her daughter.

"Yes?" Mr. Pryde asked, eyeing us like we were a group of door-to-door salespeople trying to convince him to buy a subscription to a magical encyclopedia.

"Good afternoon," Xavier said, flashing that smile that could talk you into just about anything. "I'm Charles Xavier. These are my colleagues: Dr. Hank McCoy, Mr. Warren Worthington, Coach Hedge, and Jean Grey." He pointed to each of us, and for some reason, I found myself wondering if they practiced that in front of mirrors. "We're here to speak with your daughter, Kitty. It's about something very important."

Mrs. Pryde stepped forward, arms crossed. "Kitty? Is she in some kind of trouble?"

"No trouble," Xavier assured her. "In fact, your daughter has done something incredible. We'd like to talk to her about her talents—help her understand them, and perhaps show her how she can control them."

The Prydes exchanged looks that screamed, We are so not buying this. Mrs. Pryde's frown deepened, like we were trying to sell her a set of enchanted knives.

"May we come in?" Xavier asked. And, no surprise, his tone was so smooth it could probably convince a rock to roll itself across the room. "We're here to help Kitty understand her... gifts."

Before Mrs. Pryde could respond, a voice from somewhere deeper in the house called out. "Who is it, Mom?"

Kitty appeared in the hallway like she'd just stepped out of an action movie, and I'm pretty sure her eyes were glowing with curiosity as soon as she saw the group. "Oh! Are you here because of what happened earlier? The phasing thing?"

I could've sworn I heard Mrs. Pryde's heart skip a beat, and it wasn't in a good way. "Kitty!" Mrs. Pryde hissed. "Not in front of—"

"It's okay," Xavier said, cutting her off like a seasoned diplomat. "That's actually exactly why we're here. Kitty's abilities are something special, and we'd like to help her make sense of them."

Kitty looked between her parents and our little crew, her usual shyness replaced by that unmistakable nerdy curiosity. "Wait, you know what's going on with me? You can actually explain it?"

"Yes," Hank chimed in, flashing a warm smile. "We can explain it, and more importantly, we can help you learn to control it."

Mrs. Pryde's frown was as tight as a drum. "Who are you people? What do you want with our daughter?"

Warren, not missing a beat, stepped forward with that calm but somehow imposing presence. "Ma'am, with all due respect, you need to hear us out. Kitty's abilities aren't something to ignore. Ignoring them could put her, and maybe even others, in danger."

I could see Mr. Pryde pause. I mean, the guy had a point. And you could tell he was trying to be the rational one. He glanced at his wife, who seemed ready to punch someone. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe we should listen."

Jean took that moment to lean closer to Kitty and whisper, "You're not the only one going through this. We can help you figure it all out."

Kitty's eyes widened. "There are others like me?"

Jean gave her a small smile, like she knew exactly how this conversation was going to go. "You're not alone."

Finally, Mr. Pryde stepped aside and gestured for us to come in. "All right. You can come in. But this better not be some kind of scam."

Xavier gave a gracious nod. "Thank you."

And just like that, the door closed behind us. Kitty's future—and maybe all of ours—was about to take a turn for the weird. But hey, we were used to that.

—

The Prydes' living room was cozy, maybe a little too cozy for the impending chaos. Charles Xavier wheeled himself in with the air of a man who had been in far more dangerous places but was still fully prepared for whatever came next. He gave Kitty a reassuring smile—he was good at those—while her parents hovered nearby, clearly torn between concern and sheer bewilderment.

Xavier glanced at Kitty, his voice calm but heavy with purpose. "Kitty, before we dive in, there's someone else you should know about. A young man named Lance Alvers?"

Kitty froze. Her eyes went wide. "Lance? What about him?"

Xavier kept his expression as steady as a rock, but there was that hint of a knowing look, like he could see right through her. "I know he's here, Kitty. And I know you're only trying to help him. He's hurt, isn't he?"

The color drained from Mrs. Pryde's face, like someone had just told her the dog ate her favorite rug. "Who's Lance? Kitty, what's going on?"

Kitty started fidgeting, her fingers nervously picking at the sleeve of her hoodie. "Mom, Dad… Lance is a friend. He got into some trouble, and he's hiding here."

"Trouble?" Mr. Pryde's voice got real sharp, like he was suddenly the detective in an old noir film. "What kind of trouble?"

Kitty looked about as defensive as a rabbit in a fox's den. "He didn't do anything wrong! Some older kids at his orphanage tried to make him do some shady stuff, and when he said no, they beat him up."

Mrs. Pryde's face went white. "And you brought him here?"

Kitty's voice cracked, and she blinked rapidly, like she was trying to hold back tears. "I couldn't just leave him there! He had nowhere else to go."

Xavier put up a hand like he was trying to calm down an angry cat. "It's okay, Kitty. You did the right thing. But Lance needs help, just like you do. Could you bring him out here so we can assist him?"

Kitty paused for a moment, clearly wrestling with the weight of it all. Then she sighed, like she was throwing in the towel. "Okay. He's in my room." And with that, she dashed up the stairs faster than someone chasing the ice cream truck.

The rest of the group exchanged looks. Warren, Hank, and Jean, the seasoned pros, looked like they had seen this kind of thing before. Coach Hedge, though? Not so much. He muttered something under his breath about "kids always dragging satyrs into trouble" and shifted nervously, adjusting the celestial bronze bat tucked under his jacket like it was a comfort blanket.

A minute later, Kitty came back down the stairs, struggling to support a guy who looked like he'd lost a fight with a freight train. Lance limped down behind her, his face a bruised mess, his clothes torn and bloodstained, and the guy looked about as happy to be here as a cat at a dog show.

Kitty helped him sit down on the couch, her eyes pleading. "Lance, these people… they're here to help. I swear."

Lance just slumped onto the cushions with a groan. "Help? Yeah, right. That's what the last guy said before he dumped me back at the orphanage."

Xavier's voice remained as smooth as ever. "I assure you, Lance, we don't plan on sending you back to that unsafe place. Like Kitty, you've recently discovered abilities that make you unique. We're here to offer support, training, and most importantly, protection."

Lance snorted. "Abilities? What are you, a freaky superhero recruitment agency?"

Kitty leaned in closer, her voice soft. "You stopped those guys, Lance. With the ground. It… it shook. Remember?"

Lance blinked, clearly trying to piece things together. "That was me? I thought… I thought I was just losing it."

"You weren't," Xavier said kindly. "Your powers manifested under stress. That's common for young mutants. But without training, your abilities can be unpredictable. Even dangerous."

Lance's face darkened. "Great. So now I'm a freak."

"You're not a freak," Jean piped up, her tone surprisingly firm for someone who looked about twelve. "You're special. Believe me, we've all been there—confused, scared, and unsure of what's happening. But you don't have to go through this alone."

Mrs. Pryde, still digesting everything like she'd just been handed a giant bowl of mystery stew, finally spoke. "What do you mean, mutants? Are you saying our daughter—"

"Is gifted," Xavier said gently, turning his gaze to Kitty's parents. "Kitty has a unique ability, one that, with the right guidance, could lead to incredible things. And Lance, though his circumstances are different, is equally extraordinary."

Mr. Pryde crossed his arms like he was about to be the dad who says "Nope, not on my watch," but instead, he just stared at Xavier for a long moment, trying to figure out if this was all some weird, elaborate prank. "And you're saying you can help them?"

Xavier nodded, as calm as ever. "Yes. But first, we need to ensure their safety. There are people out there who don't understand what they are, and they'd rather harm them than help them."

Lance stiffened at that, his distrust shifting into something more like fear. Kitty reached out and took his hand, squeezing it. "We'll figure this out together, Lance."

Xavier gave a nod, his expression determined. "Together, we will ensure that you both have the future you deserve."

And just as the moment felt like it was heading toward some sentimental, feel-good montage, Coach Hedge's nose twitched like a bloodhound on a case. "Yeah, great speech, Professor, but we've got company."

Everyone turned, as Hedge's grip tightened on his bat. His eyes darted to the window, then back to the rest of the group. "Two Empousai. Close."

And just like that, the universe decided it was time for things to get a lot more interesting.

—

Coach Hedge's nostrils flared like a bloodhound on the scent of something gross, which, to be fair, was kind of his thing. "Two Empousai. Close. Smell like brimstone and poor life choices. Get ready, people."

Charles Xavier—who was totally living up to the whole "professor" thing with his calm, collected vibe—was scanning the area with his mind like he was scanning a grocery list. A couple of seconds later, he stiffened in his chair and nodded grimly. "Coach Hedge is right. They're coming toward us. And… there are two demigods nearby, probably their targets."

Kitty's face twisted in confusion, the same way I looked when I tried to understand algebra. "Demigods? Like the mythology ones? Wait, what?"

"Wait, WHAT?" Mr. Pryde's voice cracked like a middle schooler trying to ask for a raise. "Demigods aren't real. Are they?"

Coach Hedge smirked, clearly enjoying this more than anyone should. "Oh, they're real alright. And so are Empousai—vampire witches with one bronze leg and a severe craving for demigod blood. Think of them as walking nightmares with an attitude problem."

Kitty's mouth dropped open so fast I thought it might hit the floor. "Wait, you're saying monsters are real? Actual monsters?"

Before Coach could launch into his next "of course monsters are real" rant, Xavier cut in. "The demigods are in the house at the end of the street. We need to act fast."

Kitty's eyes widened. "That's… that's Natalie Rushman's house! She's my best friend!"

Jean Grey stepped up with that reassuring "I'm the calm one" aura she always wore like a cozy sweater. "Then your friend is in danger. We need to get to her."

Lance, who probably wasn't feeling too heroic with his side wound and bruises, forced himself upright and shot Xavier a look. "You're serious? There are monsters out there, and they're after kids? What do they want?"

Coach Hedge didn't hesitate, delivering the truth like it was just another Tuesday. "Their lives. Demigod blood gives them power, and those Empousai? They'd drain a kid dry just to feel powerful."

Mrs. Pryde's face went from pale to ghostly. "And you're telling me my daughter's best friend is some kind of—of—"

"Demigod," Hank McCoy clarified, giving Mrs. Pryde the gentlest, yet firmest, look of the night. "Yes. And the threat is very real. But we're equipped to handle it."

Kitty turned to Xavier, her voice trembling. "What about Natalie? And her little sister, Elena? Are they… okay?"

Xavier softened, his voice still carrying that calm but urgent vibe. "We will do everything we can to protect them, Kitty. But we need your help. Do you know anything about their house? Layout? Routine?"

Kitty didn't even hesitate. "Yeah. Two-story place, big backyard. The front door's usually locked, but there's a side entrance. Their parents are never home—they work late."

"Perfect," Xavier said, nodding. "That helps a lot."

Lance, who clearly wasn't up for superhero duties with a bruised rib, muttered, "This is crazy. I can barely stand, and Kitty—"

"I can phase," Kitty interrupted, her voice suddenly firm, like she'd just figured out how to fly. "If Natalie and Elena are in danger, I can get them out. I can phase through walls. I can get them to safety."

"No way," Lance said, trying to sound tough but looking like he might pass out. "You could get yourself killed."

Jean Grey, always the voice of reason (and sanity), stepped in. "She won't be alone. We'll go together."

Coach Hedge groaned like he'd been asked to babysit a group of unruly toddlers. "Yeah, yeah, teamwork and all that, but we've got about two minutes before those Empousai show up. Let's move!"

Xavier took charge, his voice taking on that tone you only get when you're the guy with the plan. "Warren, lead the way. Hank, stay close to Coach Hedge in case of any, uh, dramatic combat situations. Jean, you'll assist Kitty. I'll provide telepathic support."

Kitty's parents looked like they might explode with questions—or start charging Xavier for a full-on therapy session—but Xavier, being the calming presence he was, just gave them that look that said, Trust me, we got this.

"Your daughter is capable of extraordinary things," Xavier said smoothly. "Trust her. Trust us."

Kitty gave her parents a quick but firm look, her eyes full of determination. "Let's go."

As the group bolted toward the door, Coach Hedge muttered, "Empousai in suburbia. Just another Tuesday on the job." He twirled his bat, getting ready for whatever supernatural mess was about to come their way.

The only thing that would have made the whole thing more surreal was if someone had screamed, TO THE BATMOBILE!

—

The peace of suburban Deerfield was shattered in the most unexpected way—and by unexpected, I mean, exactly the sort of thing you'd expect to happen when you've got a satyr, a blue mutant, an angel with wings that could probably rival a 747, and a redheaded telekinetic kid hanging around.

Coach Hedge, the grumpy, bat-wielding satyr with a serious attitude problem and even more serious weapons, stepped out of the house and immediately felt that unmistakable buzz. Danger. Empousai. Those nasty, vampire-esque monsters with an obsession for chaos and carnage. And Coach Hedge? Well, he wasn't exactly a fan of carnage, but he was certainly okay with causing a bit of it.

"Hold onto your helmets, kids," he grumbled, twirling his celestial bronze baseball bat like he was getting ready to audition for a part in a Fast and Furious movie. "This is about to get real interesting."

Hank McCoy, also known as Beast but, you know, not in his official superhero form yet, adjusted his holographic image inducer—because nothing says I'm trying to blend in like making yourself look like a perfectly normal human. Or, well, close enough to human that you won't get mistaken for a rampaging furry. With his Celestial Bronze knuckles securely in place, Hank cracked his fingers with a metallic clang that could've belonged in a superhero movie trailer.

"I have a feeling," he said, his voice calm and measured, "this isn't going to be your typical 'we're here to talk it out' situation."

Warren Worthington, aka Angel and official show-off of the group, didn't waste any time. The moment he stepped outside, he unwrapped his wings with the kind of grace you only see in a slow-motion sequence. Wind whipped around him like he was some kind of Hollywood hero in the middle of a battle. He looked down at the rest of the group, flapping his wings slightly, making the wind howl.

"Don't worry," he called down, the cocky grin on his face practically visible through the sarcasm in his voice. "I'll make sure the bad guys get the message. You guys try not to get caught up in the 'lively conversation' I'm about to have up here."

Coach Hedge gave a thumbs-up, which, if we're being honest, probably wasn't the most reassuring gesture. "You got this, kid. I'll handle the ground game."

Jean, who was usually the picture of calm (for a telekinetic almost-10-year-old), rolled her eyes. "Coach, you seriously think we're going to stand around while you have all the fun?"

"Fun?" Coach Hedge raised an eyebrow. "You think this is fun? Trust me, kid, it's not fun. It's survival."

Kitty Pryde, bouncing on her toes in excitement, was clearly more than ready to get involved. "Honestly, Coach, I'm with Jean. If there's monsters to fight, I'm in. Besides, I can phase through them, so no biggie."

Lance, still limping from his latest brush with danger (because, of course, he was), grimaced but gritted his teeth. "I don't care what's going on. If we're fighting monsters, count me in. Pain's just a suggestion, right?"

"Okay, okay," Jean interrupted, rolling her eyes at their antics. "As fun as this all sounds, can we please just get to Natalie and Elena's house before these Empousai decide to turn the entire neighborhood into a buffet?"

Kitty, who had a habit of swiping things (like shiny knives) from Coach's stash when he wasn't looking, grinned at her. "You mean, like these knives? Let's get the rush on this."

Jean, still focused, sent a quick telepathic nudge over to Kitty. We'll use your phasing ability to get there. Stay sharp.

Kitty's grin grew wider. "You mean, running through walls this time? I'll try to contain myself."

Jean chuckled, already planning ahead. "I think we can handle that."

Meanwhile, above them, Warren had already taken to the skies, an expert at aerial combat and dramatic entrances. He slung his crossbow over his shoulder, adjusting his aim with a soldier's focus. His Celestial Bronze arrows gleamed like something out of a fantasy novel, and he was all too ready to put them to good use.

"You guys better be ready," Warren's voice came down through the wind, the words slicing through the air like a hot knife through butter. "I'll try not to shoot anything that isn't trying to kill us. But no promises."

Of course, the moment he said that, the Empousai showed up, glowing eyes piercing through the trees, sharp fangs gleaming like something out of a nightmare. There were two of them—slender, snake-like creatures with the heads of women, their eyes radiating hunger.

"Here we go," Coach Hedge muttered. "Just another Tuesday."

With a mighty shout, he swung his bat in a wide arc, smacking the first Empousa right in the jaw. It staggered back, letting out a screech, but Coach wasn't having any of it. With a battle cry that could've been straight out of an action movie, he charged forward and swung again.

Meanwhile, Hank McCoy had already started moving, his powerful legs carrying him across the lawn in a blur. His knuckles collided with the second Empousa's jaw, sending it flying through the air with a meaty thud. Sure, it didn't go down right away, but it was definitely on the receiving end of a serious smackdown.

Warren took advantage of the confusion, drawing his crossbow and loosing another bolt. It hit one of the Empousai square in the chest, and the creature screeched in agony, sizzling like bacon on a hot pan. It collapsed in a heap, only to be promptly forgotten as the other monster hissed in fury.

"Now that's what I call efficiency," Warren quipped, pulling another arrow. "No one ever said killing monsters couldn't be fun."

Down on the ground, Jean and Kitty were almost to the house, but the tension was thick. Jean turned to Kitty, her expression serious. "We're almost there. Ready?"

Kitty gave her the thumbs-up, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in her stomach. "Yep, but, uh, might wanna hold your breath when I phase us through the door. Could get... bumpy."

Jean didn't even hesitate. She focused, keeping their destination firmly in mind. No distractions. No monsters. And absolutely no way they were turning back now.

"Let's do this," Kitty said, her voice low, adrenaline already coursing through her veins. "No turning back now."

And with that, they were off, racing toward their friends—ready to kick some Empousai butt and maybe, just maybe, get out of this mess alive.

—

Inside the Rushman house, everything was suspiciously quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that usually means something's about to go terribly wrong. Natalie and Elena, the two sisters, were sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing with a set of dolls they had somehow kept hidden from the world for years. Not that anyone would've guessed that the sisters were anything less than normal—until you took a closer look. Natalie had a way of watching everything around her, calculating, like a tiny secret agent. Elena, for all her eight years, had the same sharp eyes. Honestly, if someone told me these girls were training for a future in international espionage, I wouldn't be surprised.

"Do you think the others will be back soon?" Elena asked, her voice soft as she positioned a doll on its tiny plastic horse with a precision that was almost unnerving.

"I don't know," Natalie said, her gaze flicking toward the window. Everything outside looked totally normal—a quiet suburban street, with neatly trimmed lawns and the occasional dog barking in the distance. But Natalie had this feeling in her gut. The kind of feeling that tells you something's about to go wrong, like right now. "But we'll be ready."

Suddenly, the room shimmered, like reality had just hiccupped. The air itself seemed to shift, and before either of them could react, a girl—Kitty, Natalie's best friend—phased right through the wall. No, seriously. Phased through the wall, like some sort of super-powered ghost. It was impressive. And kind of terrifying.

"Kitty!" Natalie gasped, wide-eyed. "Are you—are you okay?"

Kitty gave her a sheepish wave, her hands raised in mock surrender. "Sorry, I couldn't exactly knock. You know, with the whole phasing-through-walls thing."

Behind Kitty was a guy they recognized—Lance, the school's unofficial "bad boy." Last time they saw him, he was limping around with a bruised ego and a few too many injuries. But hey, at least he was in one piece. Behind Lance, though, there was someone they hadn't seen before. A girl with wild red hair and an air about her that made Natalie think of... well, power. And no, it wasn't because she looked like she could bench-press a car (which she didn't). There was something else. Something different.

Kitty gave a lopsided grin. "So, uh, sorry about the dramatic entrance. But, yeah, we've got a little situation on our hands."

Lance shot Kitty an amused glance, clearly ignoring the limp. "No worries. We've seen worse entrances, believe me. But hey, phasing through walls? New one for me."

Then the redhead spoke, her voice low and serious, totally out of place for someone who looked like they were about to have a casual chat. "We've got bigger problems," she said. Her gaze flicked over the room like she was mentally counting escape routes. "We're here to get you out of here. Things are... bad. And they're about to get worse."

Elena blinked, her eyes widening. "What do you mean 'worse'? Are we in danger?"

"Wait, wait," Natalie interjected, standing up and looking the new girl—Jean—straight in the eye. "Who are you, exactly? And what's going on?"

Kitty stepped forward, holding up her hands. "Long story short—there are some seriously bad monsters coming for you. Like, seriously bad. And we need to move, like, yesterday."

Jean glanced around at the two sisters, a soft but serious look in her eyes. "My name's Jean. And I know you're probably scared, but you've got to listen to us. We're here to protect you."

Natalie and Elena exchanged a quick look. Both of them had been trained for situations like this—read strangers, assess threats, and always have an exit strategy. But something in Jean's voice made Natalie pause. This wasn't just another school bully with a bad attitude. This was something... bigger.

"I'm not scared," Natalie said firmly, standing tall despite the jittery feeling in her stomach. "We're used to trouble. But... this feels different, doesn't it?"

Jean gave a small nod, her expression softening, as if she understood exactly what Natalie meant. "Yeah. This is much worse."

Lance shifted uncomfortably, his hand still gripping his side. "Look, we need to get moving. Fast. These... things? They don't wait around. And they're not going to be kind."

Kitty, who had been quietly scanning the room for threats, now stepped closer to the girls. "We can handle it. But we need to go, now. Trust us."

Natalie bit her lip, still hesitant. But then again, what was the alternative? Stay here and wait for whatever monster-fueled catastrophe was about to roll in?

Jean seemed to sense the question in her head before she could ask it. "We've got a plan. Kitty can phase us out, but we need to find a safe place—like now. Do you know any good hiding spots?"

Natalie gave a single nod, her mind already clicking through a mental map of their neighborhood. "We've got a few places. But if we're doing this, you have to promise me something. We don't trust easily. So if we're going to work together, we need to know you can handle it."

Jean's gaze was steady. "You have my word. We'll protect you."

Elena, ever the curious one, stepped forward, her face scrunching up as she processed everything. "What about the people outside? What happens to them?"

Lance gave a small smirk, leaning against the doorframe. "Trust me, we've got it covered." He exchanged a glance with Kitty, both of them clearly on the same page. "Let's just say... they won't be a problem for long."

With that, the unlikely team sprang into action. Kitty led the charge, phasing the group through the house's walls and out into the quiet street. And as they raced toward their next move, they all knew one thing for certain: this wasn't going to be your average fight. It was going to be something way bigger than they could have imagined. And for once, Natalie wasn't sure if she was ready for it. But hey, when was life ever predictable?

At least she had her best friend. And that's all you can really count on in a world full of monsters, right?

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