Rebekah (Becca) Howlett
Age: No one knows, but she looks about 25
Hair: Short black hair
Eyes: Deep blue that shift with mood
Other Information: She was born in 1857. Her father was a general in the Union army, but he lived in the Confederacy. Her house was burned down when she was 7, and her family was killed in the blaze. She owes her life to Logan. She knows Spencer, but not in the way his team knows him.
Power: Like Rogue, she can absorb other people's abilities and/or memories. The only difference is that she can choose whether to knock people unconscious with skin to skin contact.
Rebekah's POV:
"We've got a case, Rebekah," Logan said, thrusting a file onto the table. The X-Men were disbanded, but I stuck with Logan. We took on any cases that had either mutant unSubs, mutant victims, or both. "Charles is sending us to work with the Quantico B.A.U."
"Do we have a choice?" I said, already knowing the answer. Logan shook his head, and I stood up. "When do we leave?"
"Whenever you're ready," he said. I grabbed the file, knowing what was in it by touch, grabbed his wrist, and teleported us to the B.A.U.'s briefing room. When we arrived, the team was in there discussing the new case. A tall, dark haired man stood up.
"Professor Charles Xavier is sending some of his best students to help us with this case," he said. I almost laughed when he said students. A young man whom I was positive we had seen before began to speak.
"At least we have somewhat of a profile to give them," he said. "Our unSub is targeting young mutants between the ages of 24 and 28. The victimology suggests a personal connection with whomever the victims are supposed to represent."
"That's right, Spencer," an older man said. "The only problem is that the way that they're killed doesn't follow any patterns." I stepped into the light.
"It's not supposed to," I said, tossing the file onto the table. "Your unSub is an assassin, at least that's what we figured out."
"Who are you, baby girl?" a tall, dark skinned man asked.
"My name is Rebekah Howlett," I said. "I'm one of the 'students' that Professor Xavier sent." The young man looked shocked to see me. "Is there something wrong with him?" I asked, motioning to him as I spoke.
"Reid, what's wrong?" the dark man asked. "Spencer, snap out of it!" Spencer stood up.
"Mistress Becca?" he asked. Memories hit me in a flood. I saw brief glimpses of my childhood, playing with a Jonathan Williamson. When I came back to reality, Spencer was kneeling in front of me (He had set me in a chair). "Rebekah, do you remember me?" I nodded, tears of surprise and hate clouding my vision.
"I remember you, Master Jonathan," I said. "I also remember what you did to me." I slapped him and stood up, teleporting out of there before anyone, meaning Logan, could grab me.
Spencer (Jonathan's) POV:
I held my cheek and stood up, ashamed about what had just happened.
"Reid, what was that about?" Morgan asked me.
"She's talking about when he left," a man's voice said. A figure stepped out of the shadows. "Hello, Jonathan."
"What's going on, Reid?" Hotch asked.
"I was born in 1855," I said. "When I was 8, soldiers came and murdered my family. They would have killed me if Logan and his brother Victor hadn't stepped in. About 12 years ago, I left Logan and Rebekah, as well as the rest of the X-Men. The way I left wasn't exactly honorable, though."
"No kidding," the figure said. "Rebekah was distraught for days."
"What are we talking about?" Rossi asked.
"I faked my own death," I said. "Rebekah and I were engaged, but I was putting her in danger, so I pretended to die, moved away, changed my name, and started a new life."
"So, let me get this straight," Emily said. "You're a mutant, like Rebekah and Logan, and she's in danger?"
"Exactly," I said grimly. "Look at the photos of the victims. All of them look like a different version of Rebekah."
"Then who's targeting her?" JJ asked, finally speaking up.
"Someone who doesn't want her dead," the figure said. He stepped into my line of sight. "Someone who wants her for her ability."
"Only person I can think of like that would be…no it can't be," I said. "Not him." I shook my head. Logan nodded sadly.
"Who?" Derek asked.
"Erik Lehnsser," I said. "You may know him as Magneto."
