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Chapter Two
Anya sat, with her knees drawn up to her chest, against a tree trying desperately not to make any noise in case people were looking for her. She didn't want to be found. She would rather die alone in the woods than be taken to a lab and be tested on by humans like she was a freak.
I am a freak, Anya thought. And I'm a murderer! Oh, God! I killed a man! And I killed my mom!
But she's not your mom, A voice argued in her head. All she ever did was shout at you. She hated you. And your 'dad' didn't even care about you. He was never home, was he? He hated you just as much as she did.
"Shut up!" Anya whispered furiously. "They loved me!"
"Talkin' to y'self, chéri?" A voice said. Anya jumped to her feet to see a young man stood there smirking at her.
"Who the fuck are you?" Anya demanded, ready to send him flying through the woods with a wave of her hand.
"De name be Remy LeBeau," He replied. "Who might y' be?" Anya looked him up and down. He was probably the best-looking man Anya had ever seen. He wore a long brown trench coat over black jeans and a red shirt. His brown hair fell just below his ears and his eyes were concealed by a pair of dark shades. His grin grew wider when he saw that she was staring at him.
"Y' like what y' see, chéri?" Remy said, amused. Anya glared at him. She didn't have time for an egotistic creep like him.
"No, I was just thinking of how to kill you actually," Anya snapped and then mentally slapped herself for sounding so stupid.
"Y' could try," Remy replied, pulling a playing card out of his trench coat pocket. It began to glow yellow. Anya gasped and held up her hands.
"I'm too tired to fight," She told him. "My name's Anya by the way." Remy nodded and threw the card onto the ground at Anya's feet. She raised one eyebrow.
"Y' might want t' stand back," Remy warned her. Anya stepped back quickly as the card exploded, the sound echoing through the woods.
"Shit! Are you trying to alert the people that are after me?" Anya exclaimed, resisting the urge to punch Remy as hard as she could.
"Why are people after y'?" He asked. Anya sighed and ran her fingers through her hair and shook it.
"Long story," She said. "Basically I just got my mutant powers today and I accidentally killed my mom and then the police locked me away in this police van with this blue-skinned mutant and I killed the guard and broke myself and Mystique out. Then Mystique tried to get me to join this Brotherhood thing or whatever but I ran off and I kind of…er…destroyed loads of cars on my way here." Remy chuckled.
"Y' t'ink dat's bad?" He questioned. "Y' should hear Remy's life story. It ain't good. But now ain't de time t' tell y'. We should get out of here before they find y'." Anya put her hands on her hips.
"What makes you think that you're coming with me?" She demanded. Remy smirked and said cockily, "Y' want Remy. Remy knows y' do." Anya punched his arm playfully.
"Whatever, Cajun," She replied. "Can we just get out of here?"
Meanwhile, at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, Charles Xavier was watching a news clip of Magneto's last sighting. Charles sighed as he saw the scene. Magneto had completely destroyed everything that had crossed his path.
On the television
"Hello, this is Lisa Dawson reporting live from where Magneto was last sighted," the news reporter said into her microphone. "Earlier today he arrived here and broke a number of mutants out of their cells in this police van." She gestured to the van, which had practically been turned inside out. "Let's hear from an eyewitness." The reporter made her way over to a woman who was sat outside an ambulance. "Hello, can you tell us what happened?" Lisa asked. The woman, who was trembling, said in a shaky voice, "It wasn't Magneto who killed my children! It was a teenage girl! She's the one who destroyed all the cars and took so many lives!" Tears streamed down the woman's face. "I had got out of the car to see what was going on and when I wouldn't move the car s-she flipped it into the air and t-threw it. M-My children! They were only babies! She showed no m-mercy!"
"Can you describe this girl?" Lisa asked.
"I'll never forget the look on her face when she killed all these people," The woman replied. "She looked so angry, but her eyes were full of so much sadness that it was heartbreaking to meet her eye-to-eye. She was quite tall and thin with long brown hair and sapphire blue eyes. She was very pale and wearing a lot of dark make-up. I think she was wearing a black skirt and a purple tank top."
"Thank you," Lisa said. "Back to you in the studio, Paul."
Charles turned the television off and said telepathically to his X-Men, "X-Men, come to my office. We have a very powerful mutant to find."
Anya let go of Remy's waist as he parked his motorbike outside a bar called 'The Electric'.
"What are we doing her, Cajun?" She asked and climbed off. Remy shrugs.
"If y' are on de run, de best place t' go t' is a bar. People are t' drunk t' notice if a criminal walks in," He informed her. Anya smirked.
"You know a lot about this," She said, grinning. Remy laughed.
"Y' had better stick close, chéri," He replied. "Some of de people dat come here…well, they ain't very friendly." Anya rolled her eyes.
"I can take care of myself, Remy," She muttered, but linked arms with him anyway and let him lead her inside the bar.
"I see what you mean," Anya said casually as they strode in. Many people were passed out on the floor, but others were having fights and there were the few couples making out in a corner somewhere. She perched on a stool and Remy ordered them both a beer.
"Oh, I don't drink," Anya objected as Remy held out her beer to her. "I like to have a clear head." Remy shrugged.
"Your loss," He said and started to drink his. Anya groaned to herself as a muscular, bald man sat down at the stool next to her and looked her up and down appreciatively.
"Alright, toots?" He said loudly. Anya eyed him with disgust as he continued, "Why don't me and you go and get to know each other a little better?"
"I don't think so," Anya snapped. The man's expression went from greedy to angry as she rejected him.
"Look, babe, you'll do as I say, or else I may just have to force you," He said in a low voice, but Remy heard him anyway and slammed his beer down on the bar.
"What do y' t'ink y' are doin', homme?" He demanded. "Keep y' hands off my femme!" Anya glared at him, but she was secretly grateful.
"Look, French Boy, I don't give a shit if she's your girl or not! I'll return her in the morning," The man said and then laughed to himself.
"Remy is not French, he be Cajun," Remy corrected him. The man looked confused for a moment before shaking his head. Suddenly, he made a grab for Anya, but she waved her arm and he went hurtling across the room and slammed into the wall.
"Mutants!" Someone screamed.
"Oh, shit!" Anya cursed. "Remy, let's go!" But the barman had pulled out a gun and was pointing it at Anya's head.
"Move and I shoot," He threatened. Anya groaned. If only she could use her powers without moving her hands…she could at least try though, right? Anya closed her eyes and imagined the gun soaring out of the barman's hands. She focused as hard as she could on that image.
Focus…She told herself. You can do it, Anya! She opened her eyes to see the gun fly out of the man's hands. Her jaw dropped.
"It's about time!" Remy exclaimed. "Let's go!" He grabbed her hand and they ran out of the bar and climbed onto Remy's bike.
"Drive already!" Anya commanded. Remy frowned and tried to move the bike, but it stayed exactly where it was.
"It won't work!" Remy cried out with frustration.
"Foolish boy," said a voice behind them. Anya jumped off the bike to see Magneto, Mystique, Pyro and a few other mutants stood there.
"Gambit," the young woman with black hair and facial tattoos spat. Remy paled.
"Callisto," He greeted her grimly. "How are y'?" Callisto's hands curled into fists.
"Now, now, Callisto, we'll deal with him later," Magneto told her firmly. "We're here for the girl." Magneto stared at her and Anya was startled to see that tears were forming in his eyes…his eyes that were identical to hers.
"Hello, daughter," Magneto said, a smile spreading across his face. "It's good to see you again." Anya gasped, her eyes widening in shock.
"What the hell?" She yelled. "You think I'm your daughter? Are you on fucking drugs? I don't even know you, creep! Get the hell away from me!" But Magneto walked towards her and held out his hand to her.
"Come with me, Anya," He said, almost pleading with her. "Come back home where you belong. You have a brother and a sister, you know. They're waiting for you. Please, Anya, you belong with me, with your real family." Anya bit her lip. If what this man was saying was true…why shouldn't she go with him? He was her father. She had a family waiting for her. Why shouldn't she go to them? They actually wanted her. She had never felt like she really belonged with her adoptive family. She felt like a stranger. Maybe she would find a real home, a place where she truly belonged, if she went with Magneto.
"Don't do it, chéri," Remy warned her. "He ain't no good." Magneto ignored him and kept his eyes on his daughter.
"I thought you had died, Anya," He said quietly. "There was a fire and we all believed that you had perished in the building…if I had known that you were still alive…I would have found you." A warm feeling spread through Anya's body…a feeling that she couldn't explain. She felt loved.
Smiling, Anya accepted his hand. "Welcome home," Magneto whispered.
A/N: So Anya has gone with Magneto! But will she stay there?
Next chapter: The X-Men find Anya and try to get her to go with them. Magneto gives Anya a job to do and she finds herself falling for Pyro, but missing Remy.
