<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s480x480/e35/c0.0.1079.1079/13391218_258924467796706_446677241_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MzI4MzU0OTk1MjYwMzkzMQ%3D%3D.2.c)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Downtown, besiged library<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem Summers | Cyclops, James Howlett | Old Man Logan, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Following orders and trying not to lose her lunch.<br/><hr/><br/>Blackout was overwhelmed.  Oh she was trying her best, having formed large shields made of shadows in order to try and keep the mob that was charging them away from her.  She was a good fighter, but she had her orders and her orders were to attempt to keep the mob away from them, or at least that's what she thought her orders were.  In truth, she was starting to grow confused and she was trying to battle back panic.  All her training, all her confidence, it hadn't prepared her for the sheer and utter hatred that these people displayed for them.<br/><br/>And it only got worse as Cyclops was hit.  Blackout had just looked away for a moment, using one of her shields to deflect a throw rock that would've struck one of them and when she looked down, Salem was being tackled and wrestled to the ground by a man that was easily twice her size.  And while Salem was a far better fighter, the man had the drop on her and was probably going to win the fight.  Blackout knew that she could change that by getting involved and helping her teammate.  But she froze.  She completely and utterly froze, her mind going blank as she struggled to comprehend what was happening right then.  And it was only the interference of Colossus that startled her back into some semblance of functionality.<br/><br/>Seeing Salem safe for now, Blackout started to calm down a bit.  But it wasn't enough.  All around them, the mob was pressing in, starting to stress the line of police that was still trying their best to help.  And suddenly, Blackout was 13 again.  She was 13 and being closed in on by those girls.  Memories of the fight flooded her mind and she found herself retreating into herself, remembering every kick, every blow, and the slash that had given her the scar she still bore to this day.  Anyone looking at her would notice her shields drop, leaving her vulnerable and apparently someone had noticed and it wasn't one of her fellow X-men.<br/><br/>A rock came flying out of the ground and this time, she wasn't aware enough to stop it.  Instead, it struck her in the side of the head and everything for her went dark as she dropped to the ground in a heap.  A small trail of blood started to ooze from her hairline where the rock had struck her and the mob cheered as they saw one of the mutant scum go down and go down hard.  This energized them and they renewed their efforts to try and get to the remaining mutants.