Sorry If I'm Confusing Anyone! I have recently...again done some editing...THIS IS THE LAST TIME I PROMISE!

Here is my disclamer(ya i know I spelled that wrong)-THE ONLY THIG I OWN IS THE PLOT AND THE NEW CHARACTERS!

D.P.A.

Chase ran as fast as she could trying to lose her schoolmates and so-called friends once again. She had somehow made them mad once again. But today, something was different. Today there were cops and others after her also. Chase jumped and an alley wall and slid trying to loose them. She couldn't go home today, but they would go there first. She turned down yet another road. She stopped for a second to catch her breath thinking that she had lost them. That proved to be a bad idea. Suddenly, people appeared out of nowhere. They ran up and started beating her. She was slammed inti walls and every inch of her body was bruised or broken. But yet, she didn't cry out.

When they were sure they had left her "down for the count," they left her lying in the alley. She quickly cast a physic mask over herself, the one of the many things she had learned to do with her powers. She changed her hair color, her eye color, her clothes and even masked her bruises. She gingerly got up even though it hurt to move and slowly made her way out of town. She walked for a day when she saw a motorcycle following her. She tried to quicken her pace while appearing totally calm. It didn't work. The motorcycle kept following her. She finally turned and looked at it.

"What do you want?" she asked,

"Hey. Don't worry. I'm here to help." He said.

"Uh huh. Sure buddy. Why don't you just turn around and leave?" she snapped.

"Look. I know what you are. If it helps . . . " the man flexed his hands and out came claws.

"Fine." I murmured. He smirked and tossed me a helmet. I grabbed it and put it on wincing forgetting about my injuries. Once it was on, I walked painfully over to the bike and got on. The man watched the girl carefully.

"You okay?" the man asked.

"I'm talkin to you, aren't I?"I shot back. He shook his head and got on also.

"It's a long ride." He said.

"Great." I said sarcastically. We started out. After a few bumps and whatnot, I fell asleep so I could escape into the peaceful bliss of darkness.

When we arrived at the school, I went to wake up the girl when I noticed she was asleep. Not only that but her body was starting to bruise and bleed.

'Jean!' I called with my mind.

'Logan? Did you find her?'

'Yeah. I think she's hurt.' I replied.

"I'm coming." She said.

I carefully picked the girl up off the bike. She whimpered. I was starting to get worried. I could already tell she had at least one broken bone if not more. I walked inside and almost ran into Jean.

"Logan! What happened?" Jean exclaimed.

"I don't know. She was fine when I picked her up." He said

Jean seemed confused but led the way into the infirmary. I watched in horror as the girl became more bruised, he hair changed colors and he body became mutilated. By the time we got to the infirmary there were no parts of her body left untouched. In the infirmary, Scott, Storm, and the Professor were waiting. They gasped when they saw her. I gently layed her down. Shw whimpered again causing me to wince. Jean got to work.

I woke up and was immediately welcomed by a wakening wave of pain. I groaned.

"So you're awake." Someone said.

"Yeah. So was it a bus or a train?" I asked.

"Excuse me?" they asked.

"Never mind." I said with a chuckle then a load groan.

"Relax. You shouldn't try to move." They said.

"Now, why would that be?" I asked.

"Well your body is covered in bruises, you have several broken bones and your hair doesn't seem to want to take a color." They said.

"What do you want me to do about it? What? You want me to yell at it? Fine. BAD HAIR! PICK A COLOR" I said. The person chuckled.

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