I woke up one morning a monster.

Dramatic, as it sounds, people will say it's impossible, to wake up one morning a monster. They'll say that it had to always be there. That the signs would have been there in a hundred wicked little actions that people simply missed. They would say I didn't wake up a monster, but that I had been one all along, but that's not the truth.

The truth is that I killed my family, all by sucking the life force out of them with a touch. My mother, My father...Dear god my baby sister.

And then the memories come.

I remember it, all of it, and i will always remember it. My baby sisters second birth day. it was after she blew out the candles, we all hugged, and just like that, they all screamed in horror. i watched with wide eyes as they all grew wrinkels, with a faint blue aura flying from them...straight to me. they all died in a matter of seconds, looking as they had been dead for years once it was finished. My first kills, were what haunted me the most. I couldnt stay there, so i ran, knowing that i was a monster for what i did, knowing how i did.

The touch of death.

I hadn't seen it coming, hadn't expected to suck the life clean out of my own families eyes. It was the last thought that would of ever come to my mind. Now? im in the middle of a swamp, waiting for the first Croc to jump up and bite my face off.

"So, this is where you ran off to." A voice called out, shocking me as i hadnt expected to anyone to come looking for me out here. turning around, i spotted a bright blue skin women with red hair cut to her shoulders, extending slightly in the back, and pale yellow eyes with no pupils. She had a triangle shaped gem, skull shaped, on top of her forehead. She wore a sleeveless white dress with a high neck, purple skimsuit under her dress, thigh-high white boots, and white gloves which reached nearly to her shoulders without covering her fingers.

I cried, knowing that this women, was the image of death her self. Was i to become the next grim reaper? This women, who staired at me, simply gave a discusted look.

"Man up, this is no way for a mutant to act." She said, kneeling down next to me. "Mutants are ment to rule over the humans, and they are not nearly as good you think. Really, you did your family a favor killing him. That way they didnt have to suffer from someone worse dakota." She called, with me staring at her with an open mouth, she knows who i am, long before i even met her she knew. "You think I didnt come out here prepaired. Well, let me reassure you that I'm not. I'm Mystique."

She holds out her hand, and i didnt know how to react. This women, knew of how i killed my family, and now she wants a handshack? I didnt want to kill anyone, the thought never crossed my mind. I could tell by the way Mystique noticeed the way my eyes dart towards hand and she gives a snort.

"You killed with a touch, so your scared to touch anyone now." she says is a knowing tone that made me look away. "Humans who have decades over us. If they realizes what you did… you won't survive another day. You need me, Dakota. You need me to help learn of your powers, and you need me to teach you how to control it. So what will it be?" Mystique said as she stands up. "Stay here and get killed by the humans, or take my help and learn how to be a proper mutant like me?"

I pulled my arm further into my sleeve, using it as a make shift glove and took her hand, but she didnt die like i feared. Instead she just watches me with a smile, where she then pulled me up. "Wonderful! Now, lets get you to your proper home." she said, draping an arm over my shoulders as she lead me away.

A week later

I watched from afar as my families body were buried and Mystique didn't like that I wanted to wait for this, but she complied non the less. The problem with her was that she didn't like humans, but gave off a mothers aura for some reason.

"Hurry up, we have to get going." Mystique told me when they started dropping the dirt on there graves. "I don't like waiting and have things to take care of."

"Did you ever have a family?" I snapped back, irritated, because of how she was. "I'm the murderer. I won't do that to someone else. I won't."

"Yes, you will, in order to survive. If the X-Men came after you then they wont hesitate to kill you. You don't want to die, nor do you want to become a mindless drone. move on, fight, and survive. Don't let them do what they have done to many others."

"Its wrong." I argued, determined that i won't be like these so called X-Men. She told me of how many other mutants the X-Men had killed or turned to puppets, and even if it seemed wrong to do the same thing, I couldn't do it to another, give them a reason to kill me. After all, there is a surprisingly high amount of mutants, so one of there victim's either becomes like them, or dies by them, where Mystique is leading a rebellion against them with the guidance of one man, Magneto.

Magneto, for her stories, sounds rather intimidating by the way she sounds when she mentions his name.

"You're going to have to get over this, Incubus." Mystique said, using her nickname she had given me. "Okay, you have had enough time, lets go."

"Won't I, you know, be normal?" I asks, and to prove my point, looked at my hand. "Will I ever touch someone without killing them?"

"In time." Mystique said, losing her patience a bit before we left.

The next day, half way up the country

The first thing I knew, I was living in a trash house. There is a part of me that is disgusted, but it isn't my place to comment on ones home. This is a human against mutant world, and her friends had let gain control of a human school. In fact, as far as I knew, she could become anyone. She uses her power to run the school, that she's using to protect her kind, her brothers and sisters as she calls us.

"What are you doing?" I coughed out when Mystique gained my attention from cleaning the place up.

"Cleaning?" I replied, standing up straight and holding the broom close. "Unless, of course, you don't want me to?" I asked, not sure what to do.

Mystique was ready to reply, give some sort of kind of comeback, but she didn't. "I thought I told toad to clean, that lazy little-" Mystique said, going under her breath, and then leaves to go fide Todd Tolansky, who I had not met yet.

I had heard little about the other mutant that I had moved in with, all bad things seeing as he was lazy and was a human toad, someone I could not live with and would have to if I was going to survive.

But Todd was interesting from what I've heard. He was fast, could get anywhere and sounded a bit of a dork, but my friends were dorks at my old school, so maybe, he could be a friend to me, just like my other friends that I would never see again.

Friends that would fear me…for what I had become over night, a monster.

Later that day

When the truth come out about me and my powers, Todd accepted me, saying he would keep his distance, saying that my powers were cool, and that if you cant be cool then be feared.

I wanted to cry, not because of what he said, but because I would be feared, meaning that once that happened, I would be seen as a monster.

"You're not monster." Mystique hissed with a dark glare.

"Who ever told you that, is a chum yo." Todd said with a slight shrug. "Who cares what you can do, you just have to pitch in every now and then."

"I'm not a fighter, and I don't want to fight, I cant fight. I just, want to go back to being normal, cleaning up after my self, helping my family." I said, feeling Mystiques mood darken. "but I cant."

"No, you cant so man up! Poor, pathetic Dakota who had no idea that his mutant powers would manifest and kill your own parents! I lost my son to bastards like us so get over it!" She yelled, shocking us.

"You had a son?" we both asked, not knowing of this.

Mystique glairs, then leaves, ending the conversation. I wanted information on her past, and Todd just ignored it and started eating fly's that were around the house. I thought that this was it, my new home under the house of my new family, Mystique the mother and Todd the younger brother.

And when Mystique opens her heart to us in the future, or not, we would be there for her.

"Nothing personal yo, Mystique always gets like that. But I'm too young to die now." Todd when he finished the fly's and I continued cleaning.

"Its ok, I'm kind of getting used to it." I said as I swept some trash into a dust pan and tossed it into the trash. "Mystique may seem mean, but she has a good heart in mind, she's treating us like how she would her kids."

She was. And she thought as us as her kids now.

"She made a fool out of you." Todd said, gaining my attention. "Like she has any kids, have you seen her personality? And now she mentions kids after all this time, like that's true."

"I'm sure she had her reason, don't worry." I replied, sweeping more trash into the dustpan. "She can die happy knowing that she got to be a mother of some kind."

I could tell that Todd has no intentions of being part it. he's too young to understand, and he probably never will.

kids never understood parents, the small bad ones like Todd, but he's still a kid, and he still has a lot to learn. Todd is what, fifteen years old, and learned just about his powers.

By the time the week is up, I promise that this place will be in better shape. When you're taken in, the best you can do is help out, there's no problem in helping. its what family dose, helps each other out.

I had learned a lot over the past week.

Todd is a toad like mutant.

Mystique is a shapeshifter mutant.

"I am an incubus type mutant, meaning I drain the life out of people and adds it to my own." I said, stopping what I was doing, glaring at my hands, the hands that killed my family. "I should die for what I've done, but I should live for them." I muttered, but Mystique's sharp gaze gained my attention, where I continued to clean. She was hurt long ago, and I couldn't let that happen again.

I cant lose my family, I cant lose my mother again.

She is my mother now, as Todd is my brother. In all but blood, we are a family weather we like it or not.

I remember thinking that family always comes first, would this be that kind of family?

Will this family love me as the monster I am?

Will I ever find like with me being a monster?

Will I ever touch another person without the fear of killing them.