It started out as a simple urge. There was always talk about the mutants on television. The cool people. The ones who were so different and unordinary. The ones being taken and locked away by humans who hated them just for existing. I hated it. I hated the humans who were so animalistic as to lock away the mutants, just more advanced versions of themselves. It was wrong.

My obsession started when I was just ten years old. I saw my first mutant at a carnival. He was blue, and could teleport to different locations. The entire time I smiled and giggled, completely amazing by this being. My father also was just as enthusiastic. My mother refused to even come to the show. The famous Nightcrawler, he was called. Amazing.

The obsession grew as I became more exposed. A boy in one of my classes, born with red skin. I was the only one who was nice to him. I showed him compassion and we were only in the sixth grade. He was my best friend for a few years, before he killed himself. Something I'll never get over.

In high school I met a girl, she was telepathic. She read my mind of my thoughts on mutants and also befriended me. She was kicked out of school a week later for being a mutant. That was the last mutant I knew. Still I watched on the television as mutants were beginning to be taken by a group called the MRD. I watched the commercials for a place called Genosha. I was glad for the sanctuary, but wished it wasn't needed.

The whole time I envied them as well. I wished I was so luckily different. I wished I could be a mutant too. Of course I never told my mother or father this. Even if dad believed as I did, mom didn't, and dad was glad I wasn't a mutant. Only so I was safe.

So you can image everyone's response when I developed my first mutant ability. I was in the car with my mother and father, driving back home, and a car swerved, heading straight at us. Then stopped... two inches away from impact. It just froze, with a jolt. We were all wide eyed, and I at that point didn't know I had done it. It wasn't until later I realized I had.

It was just before my sixteenth birthday that I found my more obvious ability. I was in the shower, just having gotten out and started drying off. My cousins were spending the weekend while their parents were in Vegas, and my older cousin Mitchel opened the door on me. He would have seen me completely naked, had I not turned invisible with a floating towel in my hand. He screamed, and ran back downstairs, myself embarrassed I didn't even know at first. I just continued and dressed then went down for breakfast.

That was when my mother glared at me. "My daughter will not be a freak." I blinked. What did she mean? "Uh mom, you alright?" I asked and the glare intensified. "Freakish invisible girl! Freak!" My cousin screamed at me. I froze. Invisible? "I turned invisible?" I couldn't keep the smile away. I was a mutant. Mutant and proud. "Yeah you freak." He replied, snarling. I rolled my eyes. "Get out! Get your shit and get out!" My mother screamed. That's when my father heard and came downstairs. "What's going on?" My mother came over to him, and touched his arm. "Darling out daughter's become a freak! But don't worry. I've got it handled." That made my father stop. He slapped her hand away. "Freak? You mean a mutant? She was likely born like that. I love her none the less, and she is amazing either way. If you feel this way about our daughter of all this... then I'm leaving too. You'll hear from a lawyer later." He took my hand, leading me upstairs to pack.

Packing in my own house. I almost couldn't believe it. I had to leave my house because I was a mutant. I shook my head. The ignorance of my mother. I made sure to get anything important, and clothes into two suitcases, and as soon as my father collected me, we left in his Lincoln.

After that we lived together in a small apartment for a year or so. Then the MRD began forcing people to hand over mutants, and lock them away ever more so then before. Project Wide Away started by senator Kelly, allowing homes to be searched for mutants.

At first, we were lucky. No one came for days, almost a week. Then the MRD knocked on our door. My father opened it, not having a peep hole to look out of. "Hello sir, we are here to search for mutants. If there are any that you know of, hand them over." They told my father as I watched from my bedroom. He crossed his arms. "You will do no such thing. My daughter is no threat to anyone. Leave my house." He said firmly in response. This pissed them off, and without warning, they attacked him. I tried to go to him, but he just looked back and told me to run. "Run! Crysti go! I love you, but you have to leave!" His last words to me, before a tear fell and I did as he told me. I was only seventeen.

Later I came back, but he was being taken out on a stretcher, a sheet over his face. He was dead. I let out the worst sob, going invisible and phasing into the sewers to cry in agony. That past year with my father I developed my powers. Found them all and got them more controlled. I still had issues with my invisibility at times, to where my head would stay visible or something else would. Otherwise I was under control. My telekinesis was developing everyday, and in stress, it worked without thinking.

My life moved on. I began to hide and steal to survive. Occasionally I would stop and Worthington manor for a nice shower or bed. Usually not to bed found. It wasn't until a month later I was found, thankfully not by Warren senior, but Warren junior. The mutant. "Holy crap... why is there a floating head in my shower?" He asks, eyes wide, his wings out. "Oh... oops. Hi." I giggled a bit, blushing. "My name is Ghost. Or at least it's the name I use now. I was um... borrowing your water..." He shakes his head, smiling slightly. "Just finish up... I think we need to talk, Ghost." I just nod, as he exits, finishing quickly, the awkwardness setting in.

After dressing properly I want back to his room, staying invisible until I am inside. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "So why were you using my shower?" He asks smiling slightly. "I... my father passed away a month or so ago, and I'm homeless now... I didn't have anywhere to go so I've been using my gifts to stay here... and steal food from the local market. I'm sorry..." I look down, figuring he would want me to leave since I was intruding on his home. "Well you are always welcome here.. just don't sneak around anymore." He smiles and extends his hand. "You can call me Angel. Would you like to go have breakfast now?" I take it and nod, smiling slightly at the boy.

As we walk downstairs I use my time to get a better look at the boy who's house I had taken refuge in. He has a strong jaw, and muscular arms. His blonde hair was pushed back besides a few stray strands. I smile slightly. Not my kind of attractive, I knew that, but he was stunning, his wings even adding to the appeal.

The table is already set when we get out to it, his father sitting at the head, newspaper in hand. "Father... this is Ghost. She'll be staying here as long as she needs." Angel states, more telling than asking. His father folds the paper and looks at me, eyes scanning and judging. "Ghost... a mutant? Don't make a habit of bringing mutants here Warren. Not when I am helping senator Kelly to get rid of them." I freeze, my eyes narrowing at his father as I take a step closer, the whole house shaking with my anger. Mister Worthington's eyes widen. "Father-" I cut Angel off. "How dare you?! Your own son is a mutant and you help the cause to rid the world of them?! The MRD is the reason my father is dead! The reason I'm on the streets! You fucking douche bag!" I scream, the shaking increasing with my volume.

He is silent as he stands, looking unimpressed. "Mutants bring it on themselves. My son will be fixed. I will help him. Until then, you will all be gone. So enjoy it while you can." I grind my teeth. "Angel, may I take my breakfast to go. I don't want to kill your father." I state, looking away from the man. "Yes that's fine... will you be back?" He asks, his brows furrowing. "Probably for bed." I reply and grab a few pieces of toast, turning invisible and walking through the door, back into the world.

Note: Items from Wolverine and the x-men the animated show

-Genosha (Mutant sanctuary created by Magneto)

-MRD (Mutant Response Division created by Senator Kelly)

-Project Wide Awake

These three things will be on-going. As well as the added Sentinels from both this show, and DOFP.

More aspects of the apocalypse from Wolverine and the X-men will be added, as well as aspects from The Last Stand. More Wolverine and the X-men stuff:

-Master Mold (Controls the sentinels and other robots similar to them)

-Project Armageddon (The creation and control of Sentinels to hunt mutants)

-The Tracker sentinels (Sentinels with claws and healing ability like Wolverine)

-The Scorpion sentinels (The first kind of sentinel that is shaped like a scorpion)