<div class="floatleft">(http://d1vr6n66ssr06c.cloudfront.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/DN_ANXM3-2.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Scott Summers<br/>      <strong>Title:</strong> Cyclops<br/>      <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br/>      <strong>Location:</strong> Westchester, New York<br/>      <strong>Tags:</strong> Emma Frost </span></span><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Then:</strong></span><br/><br/>"Emma stop...Emma...STOP!"  Scott said pushing her away, the action causing her to leave his mind alone as well.  The pain came rushing back and he winched but held out a hand to her, his mind also mentally prepping itself to fend her off.  It wouldn't work of course, but it would let her know that her intrusion was unwanted and that she should back off.  Scott never was one care of his basic thoughts being read, telepaths could hardly keep themselves switched off twenty-four, seven (and he had a lot of experience with them), so new when they were merely just on the receiving end, and when they were actively seeking.  It was at that point he was disturbed and asked them to relent.  And if they didn't well, don't take mind reader to know what he'd do next.<br/><br/>"I...Don't Emma...Don't take any of it away."  She would know why.  Same reason he hadn't ever had any pain taken away.  Because he had to remember, he had to remember every single piece of pain because if he didn't, he might forget the people who didn't make it.  The ones who didn't feel any pain any more.  Because they were dead...Because of him.<br/><br/>"We have to hole up.  I need to get to the safe house...We need to..."  They couldn't be the only ones alive.  Yes, out of the school only they had lived.  But there were other X-men out there, other mutants.  They couldn't all be dead.  And the government, the Avengers?  Scott didn't like to turn to either of them for help, but this was something big, this was...New York was burning!<br/><br/>He took a deep breath.  "Just get me there.  And no taking away the pain, please Emma."  She could trick him he knew, especially in the weakened state he was in.  But she loved him, he knew that.  Enough to let him suffer and heal in his own way.<br/>