In the darkness of Phoebe’s dreams there always seemed doubt and uncertainty, the kind that the young woman could often pretend didn’t exist in the real world. All the things that she ever feared screwing up became real in her sleep, because so often had Mystique criticized her daughter that sometimes it felt as if everything Magneto’s child did was somehow just not good enough. Just that step too poor, that almost unnoticeable mistake that would be dragged to the surface and examined over and over, till Phoebe thought her ears just might start to bleed. The times where failure were part of the equation just made those lectures all the more worse, because instead of ‘it could have been a disaster’ in regards to whatever slip the red head made, it was ‘see what your inabilities have cost us?’ Of course, when Mystique ever said ‘us’ in those regards, it was really ‘me’… it was herself she always meant, how the failures looked in her eyes, how they made the family seem weak, her child weak, therefore she too, had to be weak. Of course, in Mystique’s own way she did love her daughter, as she cared for all her children, even Nightcrawler, and still, even Rogue, despite the both of them working on the Xavier’s dream, and despite the fact that Rogue walked away from her. But love and compassion had no place in the battlefield, and while a seasoned warrior would know that, a child of such youth as Phoebe had been, had taken the cold stance of her mother difficultly while growing up.

The car pulled to a sudden stop, and the dull ache of her wound stirred Phoebe as she moved to adjust positions, eyes flickering open in surprise as the shape shifter was catapulted from her dreams and into the waking world. Whatever happened, at first she thought it were some reckless driver, Sabes could be an awkward driver, and careless too when he wasn’t in the mood for road rules, but he had the reflexes that meant he could avoid other reckless drivers relatively well. So whatever caused the sudden stop was something worth taking in, if there was a block on the road or something stopping them from progressing, or maybe he just realized something had been left behind, something important enough to upset the feral. Possibilities flowed through her mind but screamed to a stop as her eyes centred on what she called ‘home’, at first, it looked run down and mistreated, which was normal, but then… Bullet holes?

“What tha’ f*ck happened here!?” Climbing out less dramatically then Sabretooth, Phoebe leaned herself against the door for a moment, taking in the damage, the door basically unhinged, the scuff marks of many feet that covered the front lawn… Who did those footprints belong too… Xmen would have reasons to hate the Brotherhood, but even so this was not their trademark, nor their way! Over the years this run down building had come to be the only place Phoebe ever felt safe, even if at times she were confined or restricted or confused about things or people in her life, this house itself was her shell, the place that she could come back to no matter what. Sure it was old, and could definitely use a paint job, but they didn’t ever seem to have the cash for it, no matter how many jobs, the youths inside with their many mutant abilities… it seemed this place could never keep up with them. Mystique always said there was no point in fixing things up that just get broken again, mend a dent in the wall and there was another one not too long later.

With a limp, Phoebe guided herself down the side of the car, leaning against the front for a moment to continue taking it in. Waiting, hoping, someone had heared them arrive, someone just might be there, coming out to meet them, to tell Sabretooth and herself just what had happened. Phoebe’s breath itself seemed to have gone still, waiting desperately, the only thing, however, that Phoebe could hear, was the slow soft noise coming from from the blonde feral nearby, within moments it had lifted, growing to what seemed … not joy… but something else… if the shape shifter had not known the man, she’d have thought him callous, though right now, the young woman feared he just might have snapped… and right now she needed him! No care towards if he were violent or wanting to rush in and just slaughter whoever was closest to this home of theirs at the time it was attacked or not, she just needed him there, because right now, she wasn’t sure what to do.

It was then, as she stared hopelessly towards the man, that something further beyond him caught her attention. Something that caused her heart to skip a beat… there was a body, half hidden in the bin area, the ugly cement walls that homed the bins when they weren’t rolled out to the street every week.. or three depending if anyone remembered or not. It wasn’t like Phoebe has enhanced senses, or knew everyone around the brotherhood as best as she knew Sabes or some of the older members… but there were a few who were hard to not recognize, a few different enough to be singled out. And right then, all Phoebe saw were two legs, and something about the way they were positioned… Mystique’s daughter brushed passed Sabretooth, her limp half ignored as pain was shoved aside and panic rose, an awkwardness to her movements as the slender mutant hurried. At the opening to the bins storage area, which was only half her height but thickly made, it seemed one of their members had hoped to crawl inside in hopes of some sort of shielding, or at least hide from his attackers.

Using her hands to help lower her, the stiff soreness of her leg protesting in the motion as the woman rested to her knees. Phoebe’s hands quickly then moving to check if the figure had any signs of life. "Jason," The whisper showed her distress over the discovering, not that Phoebe had any close personal feelings for Toad’s son, but they had, in some ways, been like cousins. Born both to people who were key figures in the Brotherhoods first incarnation, and while Phoebe had more favoured his twin, Jason still had been part of the ‘family’, and he had always been around. In some ways, of all the people, Phoebe would have thought the young man to be one of the first to get away, he was, after all, well known for his swift abilities to bound for freedom at the first sign of trouble. There was a wound, in the youths stomach, it had bled everywhere over his clothes, but not enough to instantly kill, enabling Toad’s son to at least crawl towards his final place of rest. Something must have kept him here, something even Toad Jnr couldn’t just bounce away from, but what would have been worth his life?

Standing up, Phoebe looked a woman resolved, a desperation that turned cold and hostile. The limp in her stride lessened even though the pain still lingered, biting with every step as she returned to the car, opening the door and retrieving her side arms… What use would they be now, she didn’t know… didn’t care, but with them, she would not be hassled. Not by anyone who cherished surviving the encounter.

"Mystique!" The call seemed perhaps childish, in some ways, but Phoebe was a child confused and unsure, and right now, nothing seemed to be moving from inside. There was a smell inside, whatever it was Phoebe knew it wasn’t just death, the ground of the house was littered, food that must have been served at the time of the attack spilt and splattered about the kitchen floor. Drips of blood were found in places, if they were from the household or the attackers Phoebe couldn’t tell, everything seemed precision, as if the only flaw was the unknown powers which they had resist the attack and fight back with. The stairs seemed… like that of a nightmare, at least for Phoebe, there was nothing wrong save a few broken rails and something Phoebe couldn’t quite identify that had been seemingly spilt down them.

The nearby lounge room instead got her attention, upstairs… where her mother’s room was… that could be dealt with later. On the couch Phoebe’s eyes found yet another figure, Vensa… admittedly there had been points that Miss Wilde had gotten on everyones nerves, she was arrogant, and had money, and never hide the fact that she considered many of the Brotherhood members slackers. While it was true, of course some of them were well known for their laziness, Jason had been one of them, but that didn’t mean they liked getting it rubbed into their faces. The ground about her seemed charred, Tonique probably hadn’t been the wisest individual to corner and threaten, not with her toxic abilities, and from the smell of vomit on the floor, Phoebe hazard a guess that while she was taken down, she had managed to do some damage first. There was a single gun hole in the side of her temple, a beautiful woman for sure, but difficult to get along with most of the time. One of the few Brotherhood members who actually got along with her parents, Phoebe closed her eyes for a moment… the idea of going up to them and telling them that the Brotherhood had failed at protecting her… they’d been so proud, their daughter often said that if her parents only knew how lazy half the group was, but she didn’t want to say anything, just because the ideals of the Brotherhood had meant so much to her parents.

"Mystique?" The call was offered out again, and Phoebe listened, holding her breath, waiting for some sign, any sign, even someone else’s voice to respond would have meant something. The Brotherhood was a small family as it stood… suddenly its number was shrinking by the minute.