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DISCLAIMER: I own only the girl of this story and sadly none of the X-Men/Marvel characters.

CHAPTER 1, PRT 1:

BROADWAY

Broadway is dark tonight

Little bit weaker than you used to be

Broadway is dark tonight

See the young man sittin' in the old man's bar

Waitin' for his turn to die

In the city that never sleeps holds the world's most unique people. Most of which never come out until the sun goes down, only to end up in bars like this, the North Star, off of Broadway.

The cowboy kills the rockstar

And Friday night's gone too far

The dim light hides the years

On all the faded girls

I may have only been hangin' around this bar for only a few months, but I can't stop from asking myself why the hell do I keep coming back to this dump. It seems to be the attraction place for all of Broadway's wanna-be's and could-have-been stars to drown away all of the "depressing" reviews and let downs. But of coarse, this wouldn't be a bar if it didn't have the occasional early-bird alcoholics, hookers, and drag queens.

Forgotten but not gone

You drink it off your mind

You talk about the world

Like it's someplace that you been

But everytime that I come back here, I'm reminded of the one reason why I come back

See you'd love to run home

But you know you ain't got one

Cause you're livin' in a world

That you're best forgotten around here

This girl that works here, she just seems so familiar. Her face is just so haunting to me, but in a good way. She just seems to be another blast of the past.The past that I can't remember, or maybe will never know about. I just want to know more about this girl.

She started working here around the same time I found the North Star. Like most of the usual crowd and workers here, she too stands out. But she has her own way of showing it. Unlike the freaks here, she seems to be the type that has a good head on her shoulders, a very smart girl.I just think that a girl like her wouldn't choose this hell hole if it was the very last place left on this earth. But hey, what do I know? I guess I could be wrong, but they say a person can judge a total stranger in a matter of ten seconds. But I can sense these kind of things, it's kind of a "gift". And I sense something else that only she possesses in what seems to be the whole city of New York doesn't have. Special powers. Mutant powers. She's a mutant, I can smell it.

And that's what draws me to come back here. She's just like me, another mutie to rule this world of people that hate and fear us. I wonder if her parents even know or care that she works for assholes that own this place. Or maybe she could be one of those Foster/Orphan cases that decided to live by her terms. By living in the streets rather than staying at a orphanage or a different foster family. Do these people even realize that the hired a minor that's no older than 16 or 17? Ok, I'm going to stop over-analizing these things before I become some obsessed stalker freak.

Whatever the reason, this is why I come back every Friday night from 7 to 3 p.m. To keep an eye out for this mysterious girl. And besides the point, it's probably the only bar in NYC that I haven't been thrown out of yet.

See you'd love to run home

But you know you ain't got one

Cause you're livin' in a world

That you're best forgotten

When you're thinkin' I'm a joke

And nobody's going to listen

To that one small point

I know they've been missin' round here

Well, I guess it's about 3 already. I gotta get goin' back to mansion before One Eye gets his panties in a knot. But no doubt I'll be back soon.

...Waiting for his turn to die

END of CH 1, PRT 1

"Broadway" by the Goo Goo Dolls