Game On.

fire and ice

Cat eyed Talitha, who was lounging on a grey, icy throne. Julian stood off to the side, the same, emotionless expression still on his face.
Cat gently nudged Pete. "When I say go, go to the mirror and escape. I'll be right behind you."
Cat and Talitha stared each other down, as if they were in one of those old westerns. Cat wouldn't have been surprised to see tumbleweeds.
"Now, Petey, Run!"
She and Pete charged to the mirror, Pete in front and Cat close behind.
Pete got to the mirror first, diving through. Cat could see through the glass Luke and Moira wrapping him up in hugs and even Lindsay looked happy.
Cat made to follow, but as she did... Whoosh!
A line of fire burst up in front of her, cutting her off from the exit.

Talitha got up off her throne, sauntering towards Cat.
"Oh no, I couldn't let you go that easily. You know, I really don't like you. You're all oh-so-innocent-and-naive, with your little friends and your perfect family and your pretty face and interesting personality, don't pretend you can't see what you're doing! He's my brother! And you can't just take him from me!"

"Wait, wait, wait." Interrupted Cat. "I'm confused. I thought we were talking about Pete?"
Talitha screamed at her, the fire spiking high and hot. "You're doing it again! The little miss perfect act! The little miss desirable act! I hate you!

Cat dived to the side to avoid a burst of fire shot from Talitha's hands. "I have no idea what's going on!"
Talitha advanced on her, wielding another ball of fire. "But your not perfect, are you? Not really. You're a scared little kid, who doesn't know her place in the world. But I know. I know what you fear. One name. Max."