Nyght is a girl that I have created with a story based mostly on the TV series X-men Evolution. Nyght has raven black hair that is in soft curls down to her waist, her eyes are a mystical blue and swirl in colors. Moon pale skin stands out against her tight black jeans and short cropped black tank top tightly fitted around her slender frame. She is only 5'5 and can sense a person's true intentions, reflected in their hearts, but there is a secret to her gift. She also has wolfish instincts.

~A.N. (Author's Note) Disclaimer I do not own the X-men Evolution, I am just a crazed fan that wants to make a fan fiction.~

Finally Found

One may say that time is of the essence, but for me, death is the only time I knew. Spiraling down the cliff I knew this was it. Running wasn't an option any more and as I took my final breath I knew I didn't have too. The Acolytes as they announced themselves as finally ran me off. Finally drag me to my limit and forced me to fall.

I braced myself for impact of water, the cold deadly waves crashed the jagged rocks. The sensation of the mist brushed my face. The soft tingling.

Yelling, yelling interrupted my thoughts. I wasn't falling anymore I was actually floating. No more falling and as I opened my eyes I was in the half way mark of what would have been my death. Looking all around I noticed a rather large black jet. It was facing opposite from me and the back hanger was opened. Looking in, people were standing on the lowered ledge and one with red hair looked hard in concentration her hands on her temples.

Soon I was drifting closer to them, the one with white hair flew out of the craft and instantly the weather changed sending the Acolyte members in a frenzy. They after all wanted to recruit me for their cause. I just don't like playing the bad guy. But neither did one of their own members. The one who called himself Gambit looked confused and torn during the entire chase.

I knew he was on my side, and if we met on different terms we would have probably been friends. But being my age of nineteen I still had to be immature to really irritate people, and I stuck my tongue out at them. The people in the hanger had to be the rumored people. The X-Men.

I always wanted to find them, spent my few short years of an adult looking for them. Searching, and learning. Xavier was their leader. A good man and a telepathic. He was closely training Jean, the red-head that was saving my ass at the moment. The woman with the weather gifts was known as storm, the blue dude was Nightcrawler. And the man probably driving this jet was either Cyclops or Wolverine.

Going back to the here and now, Jean was addressing one of the Acolytes. Gambit more specifically. From the weeks of running from them I knew he wasn't all bad. He always missed me with his cards, the one known as Pyro always snapped at how he was losing his aim. I assumed he was an accurate shot.

When I was close enough to the hanger I jumped in, looking kind of wolfish my raven black hair flowing down my pale back, I straightened and glanced back at my pursuer, Gambit. He looked slightly pained glancing back at me, some reason I felt guilty. I knew he wasn't bad, to him the Acolytes were just a job. A contract he needed to finish or break. Evil was not his true intentions.

"A good we finally found you." The voice was familiar from the broadcasts and TV I've seen. I knew him as Professor Xavier. "You were rather hard to locate."

"Yea I don't exactly have the best mutations to stick out." I was sarcastic about this, after all the only thing that stood out was I was rather wolfy at times. Also nocturnal. I loved being in the fresh night air. "But him.. He doesn't want to be an Acolyte." I wanted to help him. I know he wanted to help me at times, especially this moment. Before I fell.

"We know. And you my dear are extremely rare, as for him, we have tried." I didn't believe that. He might have believed it but who has he sent. Magneto was strong at this moment and fleeing him wasn't going to be easy. But forgetting about Gambit after knowing his heart's intentions weren't going to be easy either. Words were never exchanged but I knew.

"I could. I could get him on your side." I said softly but no one seemed to be listening but the Professor.

"My dear we need to focus on why they wanted you on their side." He said this in such an intellect tone that I frowned.

"Isn't it obvious. With my insight, I can tell when someone will strike them, hurt them, before they even know themselves." I said this in frustration. I was on the run for good reason. For not even the Acolytes knew my true power. Not even sure if Professor did. They were big shots and powerful with Magneto as their employer but I wasn't going to let anyone know what I was able to do. I also let no one know my real name.

The jet known as the BlackBird started to set off, though I didn't brake from the lowered hanger. I never stopped staring at Gambit. And I felt he didn't do the same until we were too far apart to see each other. Finally turning into the craft, the hanger shut closed noisily behind me.

"My dear there is nothing we can do for him, he chose his side." Professor X only irritated me with this answer, for a man I followed, learned, and admired, he just seemed like he didn't care about one good mutant stuck in a bad path.

A sigh left my lips and I took a seat in one of the empty seats. "He doesn't want to be there." This was said to myself, only Professor X heard. He rolled next to my seat.

"What do you see in him dear?" The question was almost ignorant but I knew why he asked.

"I see good. I see kindness." I answered, "Like me he isn't what he appears to be."

"You appear to be on the run."

"I am really searching for the X-men."

"Do you believe that you have found them?" I thought about this for a moment. He asked it so, so oddly.

"I believe I have." I answered this carefully. Continuing with my search I knew I have found them. The X-men were a team of good guys that knew how to control their powers and live normal safe lives. They could offer protection from anyone and for anyone in need.

Gambit was in need. As was I though. I will get you Gambit. I will come back.

~Few weeks before in form of a flash back or memory~

Magneto finally trapped me. Imprisoning me in a tiny dank cell. Not much light but that of the tiny window barred with iron. The moon shone through barely, but I sat behind the beam of light hiding myself from the guard kitty. At least that's what I called him to piss him off. Sabertooth. Reeks of booze and smoke, an attitude worse then that of Magneto.

Quicksilver bothered me from time to time only to bring me food and snide comments. I only rolled my eyes and left the tray untouched. I wasn't able to use the darker side of my gifts when hungry and Magneto knew that.

Only too often would he walk down here with Gambit on his left and Pyro on his right, Colossus at his flank. "My poor child. You must eat. Only then can you realize your true potential."

"That's the point in not eating. You don't care about the human race, you just want to rule over them. They can be changed to see what we are without hateful eyes if we return the gaze without hateful eyes." I began but all too soon would I be cut off.

"Silence. They will not see who we are but as monsters to be eliminated!" I always did strike a nerve in Magneto. Got his blood boiling every time.

I remained silent not wanting to waste another empty argument. Gambit stared into the shadows where I was his red eyes seeming to reveal a different side to him. I just looked away bringing my knees close resting my weary head on them. I could hear Sabertooth growl at me, I knew things would go horribly wrong if it had not been for Magneto having the "Key" to my cell.

Days strung together and both Sabortooth and I grew tired of each other, with constant bickering, Magneto must have finally had enough of him watching me. "Bye bye kitty cat." I cooed at him innocently and snide at the same time.

"Watch it mutt. Your days are numbered." He growled.

"Careful furball, this pup can still bite back." I growled back. I wasn't known for backing down, I was only known for running when I needed to. When cornered or trapped I was a dangerous enemy. Magneto knew that and had me cornered into an iron cage. Irritation set in and after being here for a few days I wanted nothing but to taste the blood of my first actual kill.

My replacement guard was none other then Gambit. This was shocking. "Your the new warden's pet eh?"

"Non. Though Ah did request t' watch over you. Ah figured it would be a better treat then a furball." He tried to joke with me, I just didn't feel like being humored.

"Chere, you must eat though. I will lie for you if you want." His comment shocked me. I was weak from hunger, and I needed at least a crumb of bread. But him helping me was shocking. Too weak to use my gift I decided to trust him anyways.

Inching forward to where the tray was sat, there in the beam of the moon, we never saw each other up close. Only as he chased me had we seen each other. He looked in his early twenties, though his eyes were blood red. Unnatural.

Sitting in the light of the moon, his eyes widened, I looked bad, but nothing to be shocked about. I mean come on! It was their fault that I haven't properly cleaned up in these few days. Added to the fact of not eating. I know I was a mess.

"You look beautiful Chere, dirty, but beautiful..." Now I wanted to slap his lying ass but food was all too important. And from the look of the grub all I could trust was the apple and small slice of bread. I snagged them and retreated back to the shadows.

The bread was stale as it reached my tongue, the apple bitter and not nearly ripe enough, but I forced the distasteful food down my throat feeling my stomach clench in bitter and painful relief. He watched me as I stood and walked closer to him only the bars between us, feeling my strength return.

"Ah told him Ah could get you t' eat. But lets let him think o' me as a liar, deal?" he smiled softly at me and with my returning strength, was my returning power. I read into his heart. Read his intentions of why he was showing me compassion.

"You don't belong here.." I spoke softly and outside of my own thoughts. He just shrugged his shoulders and made no comment. "Why aren't you with the X-men? You aren't a bad guy."

"Ah'm under contract, unpaid debts you know." He spoke calmly and his voice was almost soothing. "Soon it will end and all debts will be voided."

"The X-men can help.." I was determined that he would listen and if he did maybe he and I could escape this place. Run and find the X-men and be protected and welcomed.

"Chere, Ah can't. The X-men don' want me anywhere near them." He looked at me eyes softened. "Too much bad blood within mah veins."

"That don't matter. The X-men aren't heartless. They want to help people like us." I offered. But this only seemed to make him mad.

"People like us? Non, people like yo' chere. People like you." His accent was so very think at this moment. It was dark and sleak. Mysterous and alluring. I wanted to reach out to him. Wanted to discover him like that accent.

And just like that my thoughts were clouded and I needed to clear my head. No way was I going to fall for my capture. Or my guard. I knew what he was but I knew what he wasn't going to be for me.

"They can help, and when I escape this place, I will prove you wrong." My hardheadedness kicked in at this moment and soon I was irritated. I mean how could he not believe me. I been following the X-men for some time now and they only proved to do great things.

I was also sure if I was apart of their group, they would have been here and saved me. Though it was just a fantasy of mine but I wanted to be an X-men, or at least know and be friends with them. I knew them all by name and their powers. It was a bit stalkerish, but I was in danger and I felt they were the only ones that could help me.

Turning my attention back on Gambit, I looked at him deep in his eyes. Deep into his heart and soul. "You are not evil... You confuse me with you being in a place like this.."

"Sometimes, it's best not to know." He looked away. Avoiding my gaze, almost avoiding me. "What's your name chere?"

"Nyght." It wasn't my real name but it has been so long since I heard it spoken I myself am not sure if it still existed.

"That isn't your real name chere." He glanced at me but said no more. Soon I was back in the shadows.

Back in the shadows of this damn place, and in the back of my mind. I was alone. Alone in this place and there was nothing I could do. I counted the rotted peas in the soup they tried to feed me. And I looked around only to see Gambit's red eyes glance quickly away from me.

Nothing would be as still, and quiet as right now. Though bars between I felt he too was trapped with me. Trapped as a prisoner to Magneto. I growled at the thought of Magneto's name and heard faint shuffling noises. It sounded like cards sliding together at an angle. Quickly and briskly. All I heard were those cards, I couldn't think of anything else. I studied them and noticed that one card sounded missing. It was shorter then the normal length.

"A card is missing." I couldn't stop the words from leaving my lips.

Though it seemed to have caught his attention. He turned and gazed at me even shifting in his seat. "You are correct, chere. My lucky lady isn't in the deck." I had no idea what he meant. Just that a card was missing. I didn't even want him to talk to me at this moment. I wanted to feel petty and helpless and back to being alone and sulking.

But I responded like an idiot, "What card is your lucky lady?" Maybe I wanted a companion to talk to. He was better company then that furball. Smelled better too.

"Well chere, she is the Queen of Hearts. Got me out of my most dangerous jams." I looked at him and his eyes brightened, that card was his card. His symbol. He wasn't as dangerous as he wanted to be, or seem. I could tell he wanted to be free like his cards, and I felt the same need.

"We could escape." It was a risk I was willing to try. "We could run away together."

"Non. I have to be the bad guy chere," He looked hard, set in stone and I knew there was no way. "I have a job to do and you, you are the prisoner of a mad man."

I know it was immature of me but at that moment I couldn't help but laugh. I laughed hard because we were both prisoners of a mad man, and thinking of Magneto as a mad man only got me to picture him in a straight jacket rocking back and forth or bouncing off rubber walls. The image forever stuck with me and I laughed. I knew I looked mad myself but it was not helping.

But when I calmed down. I really was alone. Gambit had disappeared. I wasn't super strong so they knew I couldn't escape, why they guarded me was beyond me. But when I looked at the tray, there was no food on it. Only a card, flipped with its back to me.

Crawling to it I grabbed the small rectangle familiarity. Closing my eyes as I flipped it over, my fingers leaving it to the tray. Reopening them, the Queen of Hearts looked back at me. A smile played my lips and I snagged that card and held it close. It let me know I wasn't alone anymore. A prisoner was on the other side of these bars. And he was my friend...