Holy shit, welcome back! So a little back story, I wrote this entire fic about five years ago now, originally titled 'Angelus Mortis' ( Mystic Fawn if ya'll are wondering) and was locked out, hence the reason why it stopped. I never liked the way the original story was written, so I trashed it and came up with something slightly better imo. Now, without further ado lets get this show on the road because I missed this story and I'm glad to have found my muse for it again.

This story does follow the plot of X-MEN: First Class. And I may or may not have begun with the DOFP sequel. heehee.

chapter one – subject x

Black Site, 1958

An excruciating cry echoed throughout the facility. It's range bounced off the eggshell white walls for at least fifteen seconds before the source of the screaming died down to nothing when the–barely–lucid realization kicked in. The source came from the newest addition, being overlooked like a lab rat in its observation chamber...frightened and alone.

The young woman, now so violently shaking on the steel operation table, darted her attention about the room in a panic. Her focus wasn't the best, running off pure adrenaline and anxiety would be metaphorical death to some–what she could make out was a blur of white due to the color of the walls and the fluorescent light tubes beating down on her. Attributes she could feel and find were needles taped securely into the inside of her arm, another residing in her jugular vein, unaware if fluid was being pumped in or being drawn out, vital stickers scattered about her body and a thin paper garment held together by strips of tape or plastic.

One by one, she began pulling on the medical equipment and wince at the piercing noise of flat lining and beeping alarms. When she tried getting up the weight of a wire and pain of something pulling at her spine and the back of her head made her cry out again, a shaking hand searching for the source. It took her a few tries to tightly grip whatever wire than had been implanted by force before pulling as hard as she could with no fear of damaging anything important; next was the one in her skull.

By now, she could have vouched for experiencing it all.

The woman struggled to find her footing when she slowly slid off the table, staring rather teary-eyed and intently at the one way mirror...taking the image of the unrecognizable in.

She was rather pale and frigid, possibly from low nutrition and lack of sunlight, thick brown hair reached her shoulders in tangled waves and framed her slim face perfectly. The way the light reflected her eyes did no justice to the dull hazel and cloudy blue irises, no longer full of the life she could hardly remember.

"Subject X." stated the voice from the fuzzy speakers above, "Back away from the glass."

"Where...where am I." she quietly demanded, feeling the fear bubbling heavily in the pit of her stomach.

It didn't reply. Her eyes focused on the glass again, raising a fist to bawl up and slam against her reflection, shouting, "Where am I!"

Again, no reply.

The guard who cockily hid behind the walls and thick glass, grinned to the woman just a few feet away. What harm could she do from just a room away? He just went about his business, listening to the latest world news over the radio and checking in with the administrators and doctors to only find her...staring.

Directly at him, as if she could see where he was exactly. He did what he thought was normal and avoided all eye contact until she shifted towards his right to find her tilting her head, just to catch his eyes again.

"I'm not going to tell you again." he commanded, "Back away from the glass."

She bat her eyelashes so very innocently as the most chilling smile grew on her face, keeping a close eye on his every movement incase he'd try to be smart. She could hear him anxiously tapping his nails against his weapon, hear the sweat rolling down his forehead and the slight click from the phone being lifted off the wall. The red one, in case of emergencies like this.

Just as he pressed the phone to his hear, instead of hearing the usual dial tone he heard the most excruciatingly painful screech–it wasn't coming from the receiver.

The guard screamed out in agony while the woman watched blood seep from his eyes, nose and ears. And he, desperately trying to silence the noise but it became so unbearable he started to claw at his face. It was normal. The host would do anything and risk everything just to make the noise stop but it wasn't up them.

Now, she was just toying with him to see how long he'd hold out before eating a bullet. It was quite enjoyable until she noticed the exit had no handle. "Open the door, please."

While her vocal request wasn't going to be answered, her ability to take control of the mind once it had been destroyed just enough did. The limp arm of the now lifeless guard pushed a button to release compressed air, hissing out as the door opened.

A simple "Thank you." was her last word before hearing the screaming coming to a stop, the loud thud of his body and various other items he brought down with him.

She peered out into the hall, hearing, seeing, nor sensing anyone near and far. Unable to guess which way was out on her own, thankfully there was a directory at the end of the hall.

"I don't remember checking into a hospital..." she whispered.

It took numerous amounts of left and right turns, a flight of stairs and a final directory arrow pointing towards somewhere but she couldn't understand it. The only "landmark" she found was the a red and white symbol painted on the floor beneath her, what appeared to be coiled up snakes of their respective colors with one head going north and another going south.

SUBJECT X HAS ESCAPED. SUBJECT X HAS ESCAPED.

Ear-piercing sirens blared all around her caused her to feel the pulsing deep her brain, trying to cover her ears and block the sound as much as possible. Ironic how an ability to cause brain hemorrhaging has the same effect, yet dulled and not damaging but just as painful. She fell to her knees, cradling her head as she cried, "Make it stop! Make it stop!"

"There it is! Sedate it NOW!"

"No! No, get away from me!" screaming at the top of her lungs as she helplessly crawled away.

What felt like dozens of pairs of arms reaching and holding her down while another set came from the white-light in front of her, in hand a needle with yellow fluid. Not like any other sedative she could bring herself to remember.

"Hold it still!" The one baring the needle shouted.

The woman tried so hard to fight back, but the ear-biting song they played was literally scrambling her mind; slowly but surely. It disoriented her, unable to block it out while simultaneously attempting to take ahold of a vessel to control.

She shouted, "Get off me!"

"Do it now! She's not gonna hold on for much longer!"

Another cry of agony for the tip needle being injected into her neck, feeling the fluid run her blood cold and render her eyesight as well as her body movements utterly useless.

She lied limp against the cold floor as they reached for her, carrying off her limp body to wherever their marching orders were. And she tried to listen in on anything important, whatever that could lead to her inevitable escape...all she hoped was they gave her enough to send her on her way.

"Take her to solitary for testing. This mutant isn't equipped to be around anyone alone." the walkie transmitted.

"It is too dangerous."

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This awakening was strangely calm. It felt as if it was controlled in a way but there was nothing abnormal or intrusive...she would have noticed it.

"Subject X." the voice over the speaker announced.

Here, there were no windows or noticeable exits, just a show room type window display about ten feet above the ground. The steel enforcements encasing the glass suggested there was no point in trying to break it, with or without her mind, and there was no need to try to do anything stupid.

"Don't call me that.." she breathed hoarsely, trying to sit up with her arms bound against her chest and a thick ring around her neck that was connected to the wall behind her.

The man chuckled, light hearted and mockingly, like an owner would to a confused pet. "It is your calling in here, subject, you respond to it or you suffer like the rest of the disobedient creatures here."

She tried to stand and face the glass, shakily whispering, "There's–there are more of us.."

"Yes, my sweet, but you are the star of the show."

"Please…please I want to leave. I want to go home."

"X, you are home."

Petrified, the woman stood statue still to hear a whirring coming from behind and come to find out there was someone else in here. Chained up and gagged on the opposite end of the room was a young boy, couldn't have been more than thirteen.

The static feedback wafted through the speakers again, just before the voice, "Demonstrate your abilities on this child."

"No..no are you fucking crazy!?" she shouted, "I'm not killing some innocent kid!"

A bloodcurdling scream left her lips in result of a lethal dose of electrocution that rode through her bones and had singed her skin. She fell to her knees, catching her reflection against the white-pearl walls, all she could make out were her eyes: pupils dilated to the fullest extent, watching the specks of red and black moving rapidly through her skin. It could be seen pulsing in the arties and veins in her face until reflection slowly dissipated back to normal.

"Do as your told and behave, it will not happen again."

She was to traumatized to answer and whoever was behind the glass took it as a sign of complete submission, "Good girl."

"W..why.." her voice now barely audible, "Why do I have to hurt him."

"We want to see what you do on whoever it is, whatever it is." the voice simply replied.

It didn't feel right. She wasn't about to murder a child for results or ability to push the limit on who she could kill. "No..no I'm not–"

A second round of electricity riding through her at a voltage high enough to kill a person, causing such an immense amount of pain to a person like her. Its result made her foam at the mouth and heavily drool.

"What did I say about listening, subject."

All he heard were tedious giggles turning into maniacal laughter. It was haunting to hear in a hollow room with no one else in sight, down in the walled cage to the observation pod. He was alone and that might've been his biggest mistake.

"You humans are pathetic." she coughed, seeing the light spotting of blood diluted in her saliva, "If you think...I'm going to break under this so called pressure and become...a weapon for this twisted organization and give you a front row seat for torture.." her throat was electrocuted raw, her voice already sounding hoarse.

"You're wrong."

The boy on the opposite side of the room had urinated on himself from being so scared. He must've been one of the however many they kept here and under punishment. If that was the case, it probably worked.

She braced for another electro shock for the backtalk but there was no positive or negative response. "It's your lucky day, you get to spend all your time in solitary until you learn how to behave."

That didn't sound good.

When the door to the testing facility opened, two guards approached her in riot gear and weapons drawn. One pointed a pistol at her head while the other unhooked her from the wall but kept the tech-savvy shock collar around her neck. "She tries anything, put her down."

"Yes sir." They replied before hauling her down another confusing set of hallways.

In the meantime, she searched for a like-mind to touch and connect, warn them or help them get out just as she promised herself.

'saying there are more like me here...I can't get a grip on anyone..' she told herself, eventually giving up when the time came to lock her right back up.

"Careful…careful.." a guard warned to the other who had his back turned, attempting to open the door without looking was a stupid thing to do.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

One of them snorted and shoved her inside, nearly tripping and falling flat on her face, "Like we haven't heard that shit before. Buncha lyin' monsters you all are and I can't wait to see you and your kind suffer for it."

She hissed, "I'm just as much of a living, breathing human you are. Being afraid of something or someone that doesn't look and act like you isn't a reason to dehumanize them for what they are."

"From what I see...it's people like you who we should be afraid of." she mocked, making her way towards her bed to sit and stare, "The real monsters."

And with that, the door to her solitary confinement had shut with the loud grinding of the lock to keep it intact as well as impenetrable. Even a mutant as powerful as she, one wrong move and her head could either be blown right off or they'd fry her to a perfect little crisp. Whatever the case: dying by the hand of a human wasn't on her to-do list.

"I see you're already making friends."

Her eyes flickered to the observation glass above, seeing the mirror effect flood over to become clear on both sides. "There is no such thing as being friends with as someone as simple minded as them."

"Mutants have no room in this lifetime, past, present or future. So, them calling you a monster is quite appropriate."

She snorted, "Mutants this, mutants that–you know how long we've been here? How we've adapted and survived all these years to only run into the mistake of a creation. A half bright cousin branched from the beauty and mystery of us."

"You and your self-righteousness is what will get you killed. It's what turned your guard's brain into a mess of blood and matter." she spat rather poisonously, "I murdered him with a look, got his dead vessel to open the door. What human can do such a thing? What human can withstand what we throw at them?"

"If you're so bold and powerful, why don't you show me what you got, sweetheart."

"I will, one day. When you're not cowardly hiding behind glass and reinforced steel. I'll show you exactly what I can do."

She leaned back against the metal frame of the shitty bed they offered, pressing into the bars to look dead-eyed into the camera above and glare, "I will kill you, and there will be no one there to stop me or save you."

The woman manage to wiggle down and lie herself against the hard pillow, trying to get comfortable before tossing and turning to failure, "I don't suppose you're going away."

"Unfortunately I'm not."

"Just perfect.." she murmured, "Why have you become so interested in us. We injure or kill a family member, partner, kid...anyone close become collateral damage."

"No. I'm fascinated by things I don't understand."

She chuckled, "I can see that."

Angling herself so she could aim her attention towards the glass, capturing his dark brown eyes and smile, "You don't scare easy, do you."

"Since I've gotten into this field?" he said, "Not anymore."

"You ever done it with a mutant before, Dr. Klein."

His silence seemed to have answered her question but maybe he was taking time to think of telling her the truth or lie, "No, not that it is any of your business."

"Getting inside your head is my business, so if you're lying I can find out just as easily."

"Are you propositioning something."

She shook her head slow, rolling on her back to look up to the ceiling, "Of course not...I'm just curious."

"They say humans aren't so bad but mutants...well you've got to be a certain kind of special to withstand that power."

Dr. Augustine Klein leaned back into his chair, fingers clasping within each other as he watched her roll around in bed before eventually giving up trying to find comfort. "Why are you being so nice to me after I promised to kill you."

"Because humans do that to each other all the time. A mutant does the same and they have some built up hatred already pointed at your kind for even existing."

"True, but you're being too nice."

He chuckled, "Would you like me to be mean and torture you to the point past recognition?"

"No...I'm just not used to being treated–"

"Normally."

She nodded her head in response, curling her legs up to her chest, "I've spent my whole life hiding in the shadows, afraid of everyone, promising to never use my abilities until I'm provoked and someone gets injured or worse."

"All I've ever asked for growing up was to wake up one day and hear only my voice in my head, or set someone ablaze or...or cause an earthquake or rupture foundation when I'm upset." When he started to hear her stifle a soft cry, she turned on her back to look him dead on, a silent plea in her emotion almost rocked his, "If I do everything this organization asks...will they cure me."

The doctor couldn't help but think back to her very righteous argument about mutants being the all-powerful beings they are with such pride. Yet here she was, pleading to be fixed and cured in order to be like the beings she so desperately despised.

It was pitiful but understandably upsetting, "No one knows what it's like waking up every day being the embodiment of destruction and no one cares unless they want to use you to the fullest potential–like you are now."

"Offering to do so in return for a cure doesn't make much logical sense."

"Offering what I can in whatever time span you create is very logical. When, whatever this is, is over, I want to live my life happily and ability-free." Augustine leaned forward into the desk, elbows digging into the table top as he searched his mind for an answer. It probably wasn't the most plausible way of thinking with a telepath not too far away.

"Get some sleep, little girl...you need to save your strength for tomorrow."

She hesitantly nod her head, waiting for the lights to go down darker before finding herself falling asleep to the sound of nothingness.

'My name is Eveline Darkhölme and this is all I can remember.'

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