Hola! So I was looking at my first story, "I Will Control It." And realized how much I want to change it, so I decided to redo it, so here you go. Enjoy, btw I don't own the X-men.

Violet Yami

Often there are times in life when you'll screw up, and usually you'll regret what you did for maybe a week. Other times, some people screw up so badly that it affects them for the rest of their life.

Jessica Yatamora was one of those people, and she had screwed up many things, hence why she had lived in a cave on the side of a mountain in the countryside for about two months now. Actually she had been running from society for about two years now, living in deserted streets and worn down buildings.

The girl stood on the bright green grass, enjoying the brilliant blue sky and delicious air. She was so far from what she feared, but the thing that haunted her dreams was a hard thing to run from. Despite the beautiful day, the scenery did not match Jessica's feelings, deep down she had a sense of dread that something bad was coming.

"Shit..." she muttered, as her instincts were usually right.

Though Jessica was a mutant, it wasn't the fact of having a mutation which kept Jessica on the run. More of what she had done with it, accident or not. There wasn't a day that went by without her regretting the fact she just wasn't strong enough.

Sure enough in the distance Jessica could see the outline of a car parking at the base of her mountain and a figure step out of the car. She recognized him instantly, and weighed her options.

"Run?" she asked herself, talking to herself had become a common trait for her after avoiding other humans for two years. Though she had begged for food from random strangers, and occasionally had a conversation with another runaway mutant, Jessica had kept to herself.

However she decided to talk to the guy and if needed she would simply leave quickly. Running from her past life forever wouldn't make her forget.

"Not going to run again Jess?" the boy smiled awkwardly at Jessica after climbing the small mountain in a few minutes.

Ignoring the comment while glaring, Jessica replied, "What do you want Timothy?"

Timothy shrugged, and now ignored her question, "I haven't seen you in two years, and somehow you look like a different person." He then blushed slightly, "And your beauty has just grown."

"Zip it you idiot, you dumped me remember?" Jessica exclaimed, realizing afterwards how useless that answer was. "Whatever, I can't say the same about you," she spat back, feeling like she was back in High School. Though her second jab had been true, his greenish eyes seemed to be more sewer coloured now and his unshaven face and greasy hair made him look more like a street kid than Jessica did.

"Ouch," the Tim answered back, "Look I didn't come here to have insults thrown at me, I've been looking for months for you, Kaitlyn and Jen sent me. They're worried sick about you."

Jessica's eyes, so black and dull, they seemed like they were the eyes of corpse, bore into Tim, "I'm not going back; I just can't deal with what I did. And why the hell did they send you, they both knew I hated your guts!"

"They figured that I'd understand you're situation, considering we're... you-know-whats," Tim explained, looking at the ground at the end of his sentence.

"Mutants? Say it Tim, you've always been in denial. You're the perfect candidate to come help me deal with my shit," Jessica yelled at him poking him the chest. "You haven't changed in two years, 18 years old and you still can't do fuck all," she took a step back, her anger growing.

Tim gripped his hand in a fist, "I'm in denial? You're living in a fucking cave! You're 18 and you still can't just accept what you did. Yah, you screwed up, ok sure a few people died, it wasn't your fault. Just forgive yourself."

"A few people? Wasn't my fault? Are you fucking kidding me? Thousands of people died, and I'm sure people are still dying! And seriously, I fucked up, I lost control, I knew I had problems, and I just ignored them," the girl screamed.

Suddenly Tim grabbed her in an embrace, "Look, it's going to be ok. Some guy was looking for you, said he could help you. He was making a school or something. Just come back."

"Fuck you," she mumbled and pushed him away, "No you're not allowed to do that, you're not allowed to just think I will forgive after the shit you did to me."

Suddenly Jessica heard a large crack, "What wa-"

Suddenly she felt a couple drops of something wet on her hand.

"AUGHHHH!" Timothy screamed collapsing to ground, blood dripping from his knee. Jessica, shocked, looked into the distance and saw another figure holding a sniper, and he was about to fire again.