A/N: this is a story that i just got a spur of the moment to write. As i am new to the whole fanfiction experience please bare with me. Unlike my other stories, i do have a basic gist of what i want to write in many of the chapters for this. So hopefully i will actual update this and forget to. :) hahha.. anyhoo read and enjoy, then review. people who dont enjoy are mean :)

disclaimer- i do not own x-men but i do own illusion :)

Houston..we have a problem

Well not a major problem.. just a little one.. like a bird or an ant. Funny the way my mind works. So like any normal person my problem is that..

What am I going to wear?

What do you wear when your going to see a bald guy in a wheelchair who reads minds? A sweater? Jeans? Ah well. I will just let my infinite mind figure this out..

Oi ass, this is your mind speaking. Stop being a douche and just grab something your going to be late.

So that's enough input from my brain, I look towards the clock hanging by my stylishly cool bad ass jacket. Shit, it's 10 o'clock. I think that I may be over an hour late for that meeting considering the traffic and the fact that I don't have a car. Minor problem.

I was so nervous about meeting the professor that I forgot about my transport issue. He's physic so I assume that he probably knows I'm going to be late anyway. You might be wondering, if I was actually talking to someone and not being my insane self, who am i? and why was I going to see a guy who I called by baldy and physic?

Well I'm a mutant. Yes I have powers. No I will not kill you or eat your brains. Only zombies eat peoples brains and there not nice people. Anyhow, I get sidetracked a lot so bare with me. My name is Illusion. Or that's what they call me and I call myself. My power if you are an idiot, is illusion, but I can do much more. That's what my appointment with Mr Xavier (bald, physic wheelchair guy) is about. Well half of it anyway, You see I'm not a typical illusionist. I can also somehow remember everything I have ever done or ever heard and ever touched, if you catch my drift. My memory is perfect as is my ability to learn anything whatsoever. It's just easy for me. As easy as eating and breathing is for normal people. I am sort of a genius but I don't like to brag. Okay I do like to brag but that's another story.

My other reason for going to see Mr Charles idon'tknowhismiddlename Xavier is that I need some help in finding a man. This man is the reason most of my family is dead. To cut the story short.. I'm looking for not only a man but a group of people who took my youngest sister Laura away. I'm looking for my own personal revenge.