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I do not own any Marvel characters! I do own Morgan Oleander/Mimic and her dog, Argus! Thank you, and have anice day!

"A field trip" they called it. And right before finals, too. Maybe she didn't want to go to the damn park. Did they ever think of that? Of course not.

The smoky haired girl sat with her legs crossed on the park bench, fuming, her biology book spread-eagled across her lap. Her hazel eyes stared unseeingly at the page, her eyes boiling angrily. She glanced up, watching the picnicking students across the field. She sat at the opposite end of the park, facing the large pond that took up nearly half of the space. All of the kids from Professor Xavier's School for the Gifted had been piled onto a bus and carted out here against their will. Though all but the girl seemed to be having a good time. Even Rogue and Bobby were having fun, rollerblading hand-in-hand around the cement walking trail.

Morgan Oleander growled, returning to her book. There were many reasons she detested Central Park. Every time she came here, something went wrong.

Her massive dog, Argus, a cross between an Irish wolfhound and a crafty stray, sat beneath her, panting. He whimpered, pawing her foot. Argus loved running with his Girl very much; throwing Sticks was even better. She sighed, rubbing his gray head roughly. "I suppose that'd be alright." With a flick of her wrist, the biology book vanished.

Morgan was no ordinary girl. In fact, none of the frolicking "gifted" children were.

They were mutants.

Morgan stood, brushing the dust off of her rear. She retrieved Argus's red leash from where it had been tied beneath the bench and wrapped it twice around her wrist. "Come on, then," she muttered, heading for the walking path. Argus leapt to his big feet, galloping after his Girl like a happy puppy.

When they reached the path, Morgan broke into a jog. Argus loped along beside her, tongue lolling as he padded along. Morgan smiled slightly, quickening her pace as they entered a sheltered patch of trees. Argus barked excitedly, following her.

They ran beneath the trees for some time, glad for the shade they provided. But as the darkness grew, Morgan became wary. She could no longer hear the shouts of the other students; she never should have come this far. "Come on, boy," she called, tugging on Argus's leash. She turned around, running smack into another jogger. They crashed together awkwardly, Morgan's long hair becoming entangled in his jacket.

"I'm sorry," she said hastily. "I wasn't paying attention." She avoided looking him in the face, trying to release herself fro his zipper.

"Here, let me help you with that," he said, taking her hand. She gasped. She knew that voice.

She looked up. "You!" she cried, flinging herself away from him. Several strands of hair ripped painfully from her skull, still wrapped around his zipper pull. He pulled them off gently, letting them tumble to the ground.

"Me," St. John Allerdyce, replied, smirking. He shoved his hands into his pockets. Morgan knew he was gripping his ever-present lighter. She took a step back, gripping the leash with one hand and placing the other behind her back.

"Chill out, I'm not gonna hurt you," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. Argus barked angrily, sensing his Girl's Fear. Now it was Johnny's turn to step back, his eyes wide, too, with Fear.

"Hey, mate, keep your dog away," he said, trying to sound commanding. Morgan raised a delicate eyebrow, releasing one loop of the leash from her wrist. Argus lunged forward, growling.

"OK, OK, I'm gone," he said, raising his hands in surrender. He turned and hustled away, glancing over his shoulder. He stopped at the top of a small hill to look back, meeting her eyes. Then he vanished over its top.

Morgan sighed. She supposed she should warn everyone. But why? He had as much a right to be here as everyone else.

You sure there's not another reason you let him go? chimed an inner voice. But she pushed it away. Don't be absurd.

But the damage was done. As she ambled back towards the rest of the students, she wondered what that other motive could have been.