No mere mortal can resist

[Phobia]

All right. So, she'd come up with this awesome plan that was working out great so far. After a full night of watching horror-flicks and scary video games, she'd found the perfect form for scaling the school without being detected. She'd roped one of the younger kids down in the lobby, forced him to watch the goriest scene in the whole story, then fed off his fear like a parasite. It had been a perfect transformation, flawless.

Black as night, claws as sharp as knives, teeth as jagged as rocks, cold blooded, and built to take down something the size of an elephant; virtually invisible in the dead of night. It was subtle enough for Esper Donovan; she'd stayed in till the last check-in, crept through the cracks in spider-form, and now she stood outside looking up at his window. The blood moon hung overhead and a soft breeze pushed at her clothing. Luckily for her, the process was silent and fast, unless of course she wanted to throw in some scary noises. She'd save that for later.

Climbing onto the outside sill of the window, the creature crouched low and then launched upward with those dark, muscular legs. Claws stabbed silently into the sturdy stone just beside her target's window, maybe alerting him to her presence. Then, swinging those powerful legs upward, Phobia kicked through the ajar window and slung down onto the carpet with a monstrous growl. The creature's twisted form writhed and a lengthy tongue lolled out of a misshapen mouth forming his name.

"GaaabrriEELL.... cOOmme... FOR YooOU..."

[Pariah]

Friday nights sucked. Plain and simple. Not that he didn’t like the weekends….or liked the week even. He despised class like every other high school student; human, mutant, or otherwise. But while the glorious day of Friday heralded two days of reprise from school and the freedom to roam off of campus, Gabriel could not help but feel a bit alienated.
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It wasn’t their fault at all…it just didn’t really work with him and being around other people, especially in a big-city weekend romp. He already had caused a mass panic stampede back in Paris and he was not willing to let that happen again.
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Soooooooooo, it was another night in the mansion, with half the older students frolicking about in the cities this late and the younger ones doing whatever it is that kids do……mutant-capture-the-flag or some such game.
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The French native was left to his own devices for the evening. Propped up on a chair in the center of his rather spacious room, Gabriel held upright with one hand an exquisitely carved cello, one of his mementos from home, and feverishly drew the bow across the strings.
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Life here was not bad at all, Gabriel had grown used to the isolation since his powers manifested, and the Institute provided well, much more than any private school dormitory. He could decorate to his heart’s pleasure…dark and archaic which some might call depressing, but he saw as subtle and artistic. And on the bright side of his power, he had his choice of largest room on the floor with peace and quiet. The nearest hall-mate lived a fair distance away. Gabriel’s fellow students had learned quickly to choose differently after the first sleep filled with nightmares.
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All the better, he took full advantage of having no neighbors to bother be turning up his stereo and playing along to the music of the Apocalyptica rendition of one One. Before this he had never thought that he’d like American music, but found a way to manage.
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So engrossed was he that he did notice the thump outside his window……not until his window burst in and a massive [i]thing[i] burst its way in. Gabriel shouted in terror at the violent intrusion, tipping the chair backwards in his mad panic to get away from the demon.
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In shock, sprawled out on the floor with heart pounding in his chest, he lost conscious control for a bare moment. And in that brief moment and dark aura surged; frost rippled across everything and papers whipped across the room, the bugs and other creepy-crawlies the Institute staff refused to admit existed scurried from their hiding places in sheer terror. All for the briefest second it took for Gabriel to regain control.
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Heart still beating like a herd of elephants, the Parisian panted with his eyes fixed to the ceiling.
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“Why do you do this to me?” Gabriel gulped down the lump that had formed in his throat. Music still playing in the background. “One of the students may have felt that.”