Disclaimer: I do not own X-men, nor any other part of the Marvel Universe.

AN: This is just a "teaser," something small to get people interested. If you are, please review, so I know if I should continue this idea...

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Prologue: Unbidden Thoughts

Not many find themselves able to comprehend the complexities of my thought process. I, like the few others of my kind, am an evolved species. We are the cure to the disease of humanity. If the weak are not prepared to become the strong, then natural selection must stay its course. And I am natural selection's instrument.

Natural selection? No. A gift. A gift to all mankind. No longer an outcast—no longer a freak. Though I feel guilt for the lie that brought me here…

Guilt? No, none of that. A stronger emotion. One of pure hatred. We shall destroy all those who have persecuted us, and then we shall hide no longer. We will rule in our own right, and no one will have the power to stand against us.

Hide? Yes, I must always hide. Freak or monster, which am I? Perhaps both. My brother's blood still stains my discolored hands. An evolved human? No, I do not believe I am even that. But I shall strive to prove myself wrong so that I may stand before God with no remorse. As long as I can control the evil within, I may yet use my grotesque abilities to help those I terrify.

Yes, sometimes my past terrifies me. The family I left, the home I would never return to...these are thoughts that will always haunt me. But what haunts me more is the terror of the powers I control...or fail to. Which is why I took them forever away - or so I thought.

Failure. That is a word I am much familiar with. It is all I ever seemed to know in the place I was supposed to call home. I left - I found a home worth the being called such, and found a friend I would risk anything for. Or so I once believed. But now I fight against him - for fame, power? I simply do not know anymore.

Ahhh…

I used to imagine I wanted to be invisible…though that would have been before I actually was. What composes an identity? A soul? Is one born with each, or do they grow from experiences? I have none of my own. My mind is far too cluttered from those of others (AN: As seen from above). And now, hidden in plain sight, I begin to develop thoughts of my own...

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AN: Sound interesting? I know this is probably confusing, but that's kind of the point. Kudos to anyone who can name each thought to its mutant!