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Chap1- Here we go again

A Time Without Hope-

It was the same old day as always. I had to get up early. Around 3-4ish a.m. I had to be quiet as to not awake 'him'. I had gotten both of our things together, mind and Lindsey's. Slowly and quietly as possible I stepped out into the hallway, avoiding the squeaky floorboards into Lindsey's room. She was still asleep. Good, she needed it. She hadn't had any good nights sleep since mom died. I still shudder at the memory.

"Hey. Lindsey. Time to go"

"small mumble. Okay"

She still stays asleep, but she lets me pick her up, and carry her out. I have both our school bags, and her clothes. I slowly head to the door grabbing her shoes. That's where I heard it. My father calling out "WHERE ARE YOU GOING!" Then silence. He's still asleep. Good, there won't be an 'accident'. I open the door, and head next door to the neighbors. The sun is just barely visible.

I knock at the door, though it's kinda difficult. Kay opens up.

"She still asleep?"

"Yeah"

"Here, let me take her"

"Thanks Kay"

AS she takes Lindsey up to the spare bed, I look back at the place I had called home for 9 years of my life. I go inside not bearing the pain anymore.

"Hey, Cat if you want to take a shower helps yourself" She points to the bathroom.

"Thanks Kay"

I head in and take my shower. Not out of habit, but because I needed to clean the fresh blood off my body.

He had came home drunk again. He saw me and I was scared. He had that murderous look in his eyes/ I knew what would come. The harsh beatings. He'd use his bare fist first. Then ram his boots into my back. At this time, he'd take out the mag light, and beat me over the head with it. For last he'd whip me with the buckle end of his belt. Leaving to find some new weapon of his choice. But I wouldn't give up. As he turns away, I hit him over the head to knock him out. Thankfully Lindsey is still asleep. She doesn't know I get beat this bad. Just that I deal with his drunken rage.

I never let her see me like this. Scarred. If I did, what would she have to believe in?

As I watch the blood flow away in its glorious red river form, I look at where he had dished out the latest beatings. Pain. Amazingly they're not as deep as I remember. If you were to look at my body, all you were to see would be cuts and bruises. If mom was still here, it wouldn't be like this. There wouldn't be pain. Wouldn't be hurting. Or suffering.

My normal dressing would be jeans or cargo pants, a t-shirt, with a dark colored hoodie over it. I don't know what people would think if people saw me covered in scars. Probably send my dad to jail, and me and Lindsey off to an orphanage.

Anyhow, when I got out, I saw Lindsey was still asleep. She looked so peaceful. I won't wake her until 6ish. I didn't get anymore sleep. I couldn't. I'm always on guard. So the day went by as usual. I got Lindsey up, got her and Tori on the bus. And then me and Kay on the high school bus. At least at school we would be safe. But today felt different. Worse.

As soon as I stepped into school, I noticed that people were acting different. Like someone was watching them. I didn't know what to think of it. So, naturally I walked to Katie's locker. We sat there and talked. Until I felt someone come up behind me. Of course on instinct, I duck. If I hadn't, a fist would have slammed into me skull.

"What the hell was that for!" I yelled at this kid.

"Simple, for making my life a living HELL!" he screamed back. So, he starts throwing punches at me! That the hell did I do to him?

I don't know what came over me. Some hidden instinct, but within one minute this kids swinging away at me, the next, he's pinned on the ground.

"Look kid, I don't know what I did, but leave me alone"

"You ruined me life! You told people things you shouldn't have said"

"Like what?"

"Simple. You were born. You took something you shouldn't have taken. Now you'll pay for it" and in front of me eyes this kid changed.

'Huh? No, not now'

"NO!" I scream clenching my head.

"Huh? Cathy you okay?"

"NO! Go away! Leave me alone!"

"Cathy? OMG! You're bleeding"

So I was. The cuts on my hands had reopened.

"Quick! Someone get the nurse!"

That's all I remember hearing. I remember someone running down the hallway, the nurses, the walk to the nurse's office.

They took my hoodie off, all though I fought them not to. They still did. And they were shocked at what they found. Turns out most of my scars had reopened. They could also see the blood seeping through my shirt. I saw their faces, and then I passed out.

When I woke up, I saw that they had done a bang up job of bandaging me up. I had been out for 10-20 minutes. Damn. Am I in pain. It's like reliving all of those beatings at one time. This was just the beginning of my day.

"Oh, you're awake."

"Don't call him"

"Don't call who?"

"Don't call my dad"

"But we have to. This is serious"

"It will only make it worse."

With that, I grabbed my hoodie, and headed off to second period. I noticed all the strange looks. Know what, fuck you people. Mind your own fucking business. Man I hate people. The next couple of periods were like that. 5th came, and I couldn't have been happier. Band class. That's right, I'm a band geek. I love band, I can hangout with my friends, and just be myself. That didn't happen.

I walked in and got bombed with questions.

"Are you okay?" "What happened?" "Who the hell did this to you?"

All I could say was "Don't ask" I didn't want to be bothered. I found it kinda hard to play snare. I found it hard to play any percussion instrument, my arms were too sore. But I still played.

My section leaders were all too concerned.

"Hey, Cathy, you okay?"

"Yeah, Tweak, I'm fine"

'Cathy, are you –"

"Yes Andrew, I'm fine. Quit bothering me"

After band was lunch. Which wasn't that much better. People kept starring at me like I was going to fall over and die. God, I wish they would stop starring. The end of the day came. FINALLY! When we reach my house, I didn't want to get of the bus. My dad was home. He happen not gone to work. Shit.

"Cathy, why is dad home?"

"Don't worry about it"

I knew what was coming. I knew the nurse had called home, and now I was going to pay for it.

As I opened the door, I braced for the worse, and it came.

THWACK!

I could taste the blood in my mouth.

"You little insignificant bitch"

I said nothing. I couldn't. I knew what was to come, so I took it. But the one person who didn't see it coming was standing in the door. Lindsey. As my father brutally beat me again, my little 12year old innocent sister stood in the doorway.. Watched in terror. Which turned to hate. Watched her big older sister being brutally beaten by their own father. The even scarier part. He wasn't drunk this time around.

"Dad, STOP IT!" I had heard her scream.

"Stay out of this. It doesn't concern you. "He said while he had backhanded her.

Then something happened. Some little subconscious part of my mind had snapped.

'Don't you dare touch her."

"What did you saw you little bitch?"

"I said don't touch my little sister"

"I can do whatever the fu-". He never finished that sentence. He had inflicted years of pain on me, now it was my turn to repay the favor.

About 5 minutes later, I realized what I had done and backed off. Wrong move. In that split moment of time, he had grabbed Lindsey, and was holding a blade to her neck.

'SO what are you going to do now tough guy?"

Again silence was issued from me. He had won, I couldn't harm him without him hurting her. I was defeated. Then the unexpected happened. Lindsey wasn't acting herself. The thing that I was dreading, had been trying to stopped finally happened.

In one minute, he, my father was standing there, all mean and menacing, the next electrical currents were racing throughout his body.

The ugly head of mutation had shown itself. Yes, my little sister is a mutant. And at that instant of weakness, sacredness, of stress, her mutation had awaken, and the first thing she did as a mutant, was kill her own father. She doesn't remember it, because after the shock, she herself fainted.

So here I am, standing in my living room. My hands are all bloody. My little sister lies unconscious, and my father, executed my electrocution. Hmmm, now whose to blame?...

Well, that's my second x-men fanfic, so please tell me if you like it, or if I'm just rambling on like a crazy mad woman! PLEASE REVIEW! Or I will delete this story and never write another one ever again. So please review.

Next chapter: A deal with the devil;