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Fracture Thirty-Five: Six Degrees

  Mr Peeper was suffering from conflicting instincts. One said stick near Mom. The other said to run away from the big scary loud noisy thing.

  Unfortunately for Mr Peeper, Mom *was* the big scary loud noisy thing.

  He obeyed both instincts by running around in circles and making as much noise as he could.

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  Logan spent a panicked few seconds trying to identify the source of the unearthly noise. He really

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Fracture Thirty-Four: Defence

  There was a long minute where they stared at each other. Bluebelle hid behind Kurt and peeked out at the Prydes from behind his elbow. Mr Peeper did what chickens did best - peck aimlessly at anything that looked like it might have become edible within the last ten minutes.

  “Why don’t you tell *me* what you find so objectional about my company?” he suggested. He didn’

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Fracture Thirty-Three: Recovery

  They’d had to give him a painkiller so that he’d sleep.

  To the outside world, Kurt had stared at the tile, and then fainted. When he came to, an hour later, he’d cried like a child.

  Bluebelle was understandably upset.

  Kitty tried to comfort her by telling her that her Daddy was just sad about something he’d just remembered.

  They had to give the

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Fracture Thirty-Two: The Blade Cuts

  The realm of memory is usually like a jigsaw. Pieces can fit together in an alarming number of ways.

  This one was like a field of broken glass.

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  Kurt woke up, then threw up in short order. Where?

  Hess’ place. One of them, anyway. She’d had time to decorate, lining the walls with implements of torture and sprays of blood.

  At least it was *dry* blood, or

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Fracture Thirty-One: Sabotage

  “Of course I told Principal Kelly,” said Ororo. “All he did was mutter something about sailing the _Titanic_ and a nice day for deckchairs… He has a nasty twitch under his left eye…”

  Bluebelle was trying to make Kurt brush her hair. “…please, Daddy? I promise I’ll be good. Please come back.”

  Xavier dipped into Kurt’s head, finding Kurt