A/N: Ok this is my first and maybe only Fanfic story ever, It has a few O/C's in it and one is the main character. Hope you all enjoy. Review plz hell even flame me I don't care

Disclaimer: I owe nada of this story just the idea to it! Hell even Ever ain't really mine his is basically two assassin form Games-Workshop thrown into one. And of course X-men Marvels!

Finding Safety

Chapter One: P.O.W.

Far off the coast of West Africa sits a single tropical island. People from all over the world came to this beautiful island for many reasons. Some for the food, others for the sites, and some for the great scientific advancement this island had. This was the tropical paradise of Genosha. This island however had a much darker secret. Under the main military base of Hammer Bay was a vast underground complex. Behind a very well polished ebony desk sat the leader of this highly successful nation, Richard Bastion.

Bastion was looking over the dossiers of the latest shipment of prisoner, slaves for his nation. A sick simile came over his face as he read each one.

The first was of a Caucasian boy many scars crisscrossed his face and hands a sure sign of a knife fighter but it wasn't the picture that Bastion was interested in but rather the file itself.

Name: Ever Sassian

Age: Approx.: seventeen years

Sex: Male

Race: White

Weight: 160 lbs.

Powers: Vast counter psychic abilities, enables the power to shield him self from even an omega class telepathy. Often time prove fatal to psychic. Close quarters with a psychic have been known to be very unpleasant for the telepathy. Also has an advance metabolism rate. An aide in the breaking down of harmful chemical such as poisons but enhances the effect of non-lethal drugs such as adrenaline, painkillers etc.

Background: Orphaned very early in his life he has spent most of his years homeless and often fighting for money and food. Though raw brutal experience he has become a very formidable knife fighter. Also he is an addict of his own drug, Rage. Rage is a cocktail that should kill any man or mutant. Quite literal it is a vial filled with Adrenaline, and Morphine. With his metabolism this is quite a deadly combo for anyone around him as he enters a berserk state similar to that of the Feral Wolverine.

Counter measures: Despite his powerful counter measures to mutants he is not much of a threat at distance. It would be best to tazer Ever should he try to escape, as tranquilizer will not affect him. Other then that treat him as a normal prisoner he has no method of stopping a bullet.

Bastion sat the folder down and thought to himself. A mutant that is the perfect witch killer he mused.

'Too bad he was a street kid. Those ones always prove the hardest to break mentally. Hell I can't even use Frost to suggest something to him about killing other psychics. She'd be the first to go. Guess I'll do it the old fashion way.'

The next folder was of a small girl she had short raven hair and small face but her most notable feature was her stunning sapphires she claimed for eyes.

Name: Jubilation Lee

Age: 13

Sex: Female

Race: Chinese

Weight: 90 lbs.

Powers: To send out pure energy at any target in the from of a globe type creation. She then can command this globe to explode representing fireworks going off.

Background: Although Chinese she spent her whole life in South California. Being the daughter of two highly renowned doctors kept most of the harsh realities of life away. Yet death still found them little over a year ago her parents were murdered by two crack heads looking for cash. They took Jubilation with them and over four days raped her. We assume her powers activated around this time as the police report states finding a young Chinese girl naked around the charred bodies of her attackers. She was put under the states care but after two weeks she ran away.

Counter measures: Very fragile and young. Does not know much about her powers can easily be over come by the most inept guard.

'Hmmm not much use for this one as a worker. But I can think of a few more "Personal" things she can do.' Bastion sat for a moment thinking of all the dark deeds he would do to the poor girl.

Over in the holding cells Ever sat with the young girl for what seemed like an eternity. The last thing he remembered was digging though some restaurants trash for some scraps of a meal. Then a black van pulled up and half a dozen men jumped out. Ever knew he was in trouble and started fighting right away. He happily remembered killing at least two of them and maiming another before something heavy hit his head and the world went black. Now he awoke here stripped of his normal clothing and he favorite blades. He looked over at the girl who was trying to stay as far away from him as possible huddled in a fetal position shivering on the cold steel floor glaring daggers at him.

"You know ya gonna get a nasty cold if ya stay down there. Why not sit up here on this piece of shit cot?"

Still he only got silence.

Jubilation "call me Jubilee" Lee glared at the older teen. And stayed in her corner. Too many men have tricked her into getting to her.

'Not going to fall for that again! Hell he can't even act right. He expects me to fall for that concerned BS? Why not just say come over here on this bed and get naked with me?'

Despite her definite nature it was getting cold on the floor. With only the prisoner uniform on her she started to shiver horribly. To busy with her shivering she hardly felt some extra weight lands on her. Startled she looks up and saw the other teen with his over shirt off wearing just his tank top. Reaching down she picked up his discarded shirt and gave him a puzzled glance.

"Look don't even start little one. You're cold and shivering on that floor. They only give us one bed here I'd move but ya seem happy there so take my shirt and use it as a mat or something so ya don't die over there."

Still silent. But she wrapped the large shirt around her to try to keep warm. The both shifted in their sleeping spots to try and get some sleep. Ever laid flat on his back and thought about the little girl across the room form him. He had seen hell when he lived on the streets. It was clear someone had his or even her way with her. Before he drifted off to sleep he made a quick prayer to his gods. He would find a way to get out of here with her or at least die trying.

Jubilee stayed awake a little longer. She still couldn't trust this man. Her thoughts went back to last week. Living in Californian wasn't so bad. The weather was nice and tourist carried lots of cash that was easy to grab. But she was not much of a fighter even with her newfound powers of shooting fire works. She still didn't know how they work only when she was really scared and panicked did they go off with a pretty devastation effect. So when the men grab her they easily over came her and drugged her. A shudder ran up her spine as she thought about what happen last time she was taken by strange men. With those thoughts sleep did not come easily at all for her.

Chapter Two: Xavier's

Xavier Institute

All across the vast mansion grounds a telepathic call was given.

"All X-men report to my office right away."

Professor Xavier waited patiently for his team to arrive. Years ago he founded the Xavier Institute For Gifted Youngsters the outward appearance to most of the world was a refugee for teens that were lost with no were to go. But in reality it was a safe haven for mutants were they could learn to control and master their talents. With this training also came the prospect of fighting for co-exist between humans and mutants should their secret be made public knowledge. One by one his team showed up in his private study.

First to arrive was the Canadian wild man Logan. He had been here the longest and could easily be older then the elderly professor. After him walked in two teens one a tall skinny male with red sunglasses on his eyes the other an attractive redhead female. Scott and Jean both had been living at the Mansion for five years since their powers emerged at thirteen. They hit off the moment they meant. Already thoughts of a future together were etched in their minds. The next two members entered in a rather unique way. In a quick flash and smell of sulfur and brimstone followed by a bamf! Kurt had arrived with his adoptive half sister Rouge.

"Whoa Kurt don't go anywhere Ah'm still not used to ya teleporting around." Rouge said leaning on her brother careful not to touch his skin.

"So sorry mien Schwester." Kurt said sincerely.

Kurt and Rouge were extremely close to each other but were very weary of anyone else. They had each only been at the Mansion for three months and were still getting used to everyone else at their new home.

The last two residents could be heard coming down the hall. Or more precisely a deep laugh could be heard thought the mansion and by common sense only one other person could be with him. After a moment the laughter died down and the finial members of team entered the room. After being prompt by her male companions claim of "Ladies and goddess first" Ororo Monroe entered the office. As soon as she entered the next member crouched though the door witch was far to short for his massive frame. After sliding though and going to stand by Ororo and Logan the good professor cleared his throat.

"Thank you all for coming so promptly but I have just received two new mutant signatures coming form the New York City sewers. Also I received a call from a concerned parent and a new student is on their way over. So I will split you into two teams. Ororo, Jean, and Scott will stay here to met our new guest."

"Great so that means the rest of us get to go be sewer rats for the whole night."

"Yes, Logan it does. I'm sorry I know that some of you were looking forward to the hockey game tonight but I doubt it will be possible."

A goan and the sound of someone hitting their head against the wall were heard. Storm went over to her friend to reassure him that she'll tape the game for him. A muffle thanks was heard.

"Alright you should all get going soon if you want to make it back before tomorrow good luck. One last thing both mutants had incredible mental shields but I did mange to pick up that it is one male and one female. Both are powerful so be careful about your approach."

"No problem Chuck I mean your only sending us in blind as bats on the night on the Stanley Cup were gonna be all nice and polite like" Logan grinned.

And as one the entire room filed out. Each member went to get ready for his or her mission. Except for Ororo, Jean, and Scott who left to prepare themselves for the new recruit. Ten minutes later Logan and his team were in the garage about to leave but were just waiting for Ororo to finish saying goodbye to their finial member.

"I swear Elf those two are worse then Jean and Scott"

"Ah but Herr Logan Miss. Monroe swears they are only great friends"

"Kurt ya cant even say dhat seriously with out looking like a goof."

"You sisters right ya know."

"I wasn't trying to be…Hey look she's done it about time!"

The giant of a man stepped into the SUV making it tilt to one side for a moment before Night Crawler and Rouge slide over to the opposite side. Logan started the engine and they were off to hopefully pick up two more members. Before they even left the gates the radio was on and tuned into the hockey game both adults were listening intently the whole way well Kurt munched on a sandwich that appeared out of no were and Rouge slept against her brothers soft fur.

Meanwhile inside the mansion Jean and Scott were waiting for the newest member in the rec room. Ororo soon joined them after asking the professor a few last minute questions.

"The professor mange to give me her name and powers but not much else about her" Ororo began.

"And what would those be Storm?" Jean questioned.

"Her name is Katherine Pyrde. And she has the gift of being able to walk though solid matter. The intangibility of hers also short-circuits any electronic device she comes into contact with."

"Whoa better keep her away form Cereboro and the computer mainframe"

Storm chuckled at Scott's statement.

"I don't think that would be possible to do Scott. Her transcript from her school also came though. She was attended a technical school in Illinois. The computer classes were on par with MIT and she was at the top of her class."

Before any more word could be said the front gate buzzer went off. The three mutants looked puzzled at each other Kitty was not expected to be here for at least another hour or so. Regardless Storm floated herself over to the intercom.

"Xavier Institute, how may I help you?"

Instead of receiving a replay form Mr. or Mrs. Pyrde stating their flight was early or something along those lines a deep Russian voice filled the speakers.

"Ororo? Is that really you big sister? Please let us in me and Snowflake need your help."

"Peter? By the goddess! It has been ages since I have heard your voice please come right in."

Outside the mansion gates stood a large Russian man. In his arms was a young girl sleeping soundly. His name was Piotor Rasputian and in his arms of Illyana Rasputian. Piotor had met Professor Xavier before though his friend Storm long ago. He declined the Professors offer for him and his sister to live with him at the mansion. But with the recent death of his parents and eldest brother he changed his mind about joining. The gates opened soon after Ororo had turned off the intercom. Picking up his and his sisters few belongs he begin the long walk to the front gates.

Chapter 3: Down Below

It is no secret to the world that poor and desperate people seek shelter below ground in sewers and long forgotten subway lines form the cold. And in a few cities whole communities were formed beneath the main cities. In one particular sewer tunnel was a young man walking briskly though the sludge. Not much was noticeable about his tall lanky form or his dirty auburn hair. Nor was there something special about his ragged brown trench coat. No, it was his eyes that caught most people's attention. Blood red on solid black instead of most people blue, greens, and browns on white eyes. These unique eyes gave him superior night vision witch came in handy in such low light conditions.

Quickly he came to his destination. An old beat up subway car that he called home. Sliding over one of the doors he stepped in and went straight for the back. On one of the old beat up sits laid a short female teen. Unlike her male counterpart she was easily noticeably. For starters her hair was bright pink naturally. But even more noticeable were the bones coming out of her body.