My parents were killed in a war that I was too young to understand.

When you're young, you don't think about the consequences of any actions that you make. Because, well, when you're young, there aren't really any consequences. You fumble but mom and dad would be there to pick you up and things would get better and the miscellaneous deed would be forgotten. So when you're young, you don't realize that even the smallest of secrets, the most insignificant seeming details could have to biggest ramifications.

Olivia was born with great powers. One kept the other at bay, only because it took so much energy just dealing with the first one. The biggest power. Olivia was a telepath, she could read minds. Not the biggest job most telepaths have but it was hers. And it seriously did take its toll on her.

Her parents never saw the signs that their baby girl was a mutant. She looked normal, she acted normal, for the most part. It wasn't until she was seven that the signs started showing. When she was seven, Olivia had gotten into trouble for hitting a boy at the monkey bars. She swore up and down that he had called her names, but no one had heard him say it.

It kept on happening. Soon, Olivia was suspended from school for starting a fight with another child. Same principals; Olivia had claimed that the person had called her names and she was going to defend herself. As this went on, Olivia started to worry. She felt like there was no one on her side. There was no one who cared about what was happening to her.

One night, Olivia overheard her parents talking in the living room.

"We need to help her, Alice," her father said, "it's getting worse."

Her mother nodded her head, "I know, Caleb, I know. But how? We don't have any resources."

The two were quiet for a moment.

"What are you thinking Alice?"

She let out a breath, "The Xavier School. They know how to help her. Our powers are nothing like hers will be. She static shocks me every time we hug. And the voices? This is power. Serious power and it needs to be controlled."

Olivia ran back into her room and quietly shut the door. She hated that word, control. They all wanted to control her, not help her. Her parents wanted to control the power, the school wanted to control her behavior. The Xavier School… she had heard her mother speak about it a few times. It was never to her face, just to her father. Always talking about how much they helped.

The only consequences Olivia knew were the ones given to her by the school. Time outs and no recess and suspension. But what they had done is cause her parents to consider sending her away. And behind separated from her parents was one of her worst fears.

When Olivia had come back, she tried to stay away from everyone. She didn't want to get into anymore trouble. It wasn't that hard. She had become the scary first grader and no one wanted to play with her. No one wanted to talk to her. She was weird and she was weeded out because of it.

One day, Barry, the boy she had hit, decided that he would be the brave one. He went up to Olivia, while they were all at recess. He sat down next to her.

"How did you know?" Barry asked her.

"Go away Barry." Olivia told him.

"Come on, tell me. I never said it out loud."

Olivia let out a sigh, "I read your mind Barry."

That caused the small boy to start laughing. Olivia didn't like to be laughed at so she pushed him and walked away. Thankfully no one saw Olivia do that and soon the day ended and Olivia was able to go home. She felt safe there. Inside those walls nothing and no one could get her. No one could laugh at her. No one could hurt her and her parents made sure of it.

Too bad happiness doesn't always last.

The seemingly insignificant slip of detail to Barry caused a big problem. He had remembered and went home and told his parents. He told them that the girl who had beaten him up could read minds. Since the "mutant problem" was only talked about in whispers and behind closed doors, the parents told Barry not to speak about it anymore.

His father was a military man. He worked for the government and it was his duty to report and mutant activity to his superiors. And he did. He relayed to them what information he had been feed by his son. A telepath was living in their community. A telepath with a violence problem. He was told the issue would be dealt with and that he should return to his home and family.

And boy was the issue dealt with. Because Barry's father never said anything about the violent telepath being a child, the team went to take care of things were looking for an adult. They went to the address they were given and took care of what needed taking care of. Both mutant parents lay dead in their home and the child was taken into child services.

The murder of her parents left Olivia a little unbalanced. The voices in her head got louder, significantly louder. The negativity in her heart got significantly heavier. The only thing that kept her even remotely calm was painting. But she didn't get to do so very often. She was always busy keeping people away from her or holding herself together.

When she was 16, Olivia left the orphan home in pursuit of something greater. There had to be answers out there. There had to be life out in the world and she was going to find it. Things didn't really go to plan. Olivia was attacked just outside of New York and left in a ditch to die.

XMEN

One of the many great things about Charles Xavier is that he cared about every mutant. He had opened his home as a school for hundreds of them, so they had a place to learn about themselves and live in a safe environment. The man was constantly making sure that as many were being help as possible.

He had felt that there was something… off. There was someone, just outside state lines. He could feel power and he could feel fear. A mutant was in need and he was going to help them. Xavier went to Cerebro to get a lock on the mutant's location. It was a young girl.

Charles went Storm and Jean to get the girl. Hopefully, they wouldn't be too late.