He came the next day. Those same piercing eyes shine as much as his fare skinned scalp. It was funny to see my reflection on his head, but also terrifying to see what I really look like.

However, he wasn't alone.

Another mutant named Logan accompanied him, a man a bit shorter than myself with dark blue eyes. Everything about his appearance- his strangely parted navy blue hair, the stubble of a beard, mutton chops, bulging muscles- screamed mean and extremely violent. Surprisingly his aura tells a different story. It's a metallic gray indicating he's strong with the flecks of the mutant teal I've seen on Charles, but there are also flecks of red stating he's kind and loyal to those he trusts.

"Lucridias?" Charles calls through the door. "It's me, Charles. I have come to take you to our school."

"I-I know." I've been hiding in my corner, as far back and away from the light as possible.

"Well are you ready to leave?" His voice sounds almost worried and anxious.

Am I? Do I dare leave this dark, secluded, and disgusting hole in the ground? Should I disobey Mom and Dad's first and most important rule? If they come back and see I'm missing they will be so angry with me. Never have I even thought of asking to come out, let alone doing so with out their permission. It terrifies me to disobey after the last time. There are still so many scars that haven't and probably never will heal.

Then again I do want to go outside. Feel the sun on my face, smell freshly mowed grass. See all the color and people. Use all the knowledge in my head. I want friends, people who will smile at me and care about me no matter how I look. What should I do?

"Charles," my heightened sense of hearing forces me to listen to them. "It doesn't look like anyone lives here. Not for a while." His gravely voice echoes in my ears.

No one lives here?

"Yes I know. They moved with out her." He pauses and sighs. "Some people can be so cruel, even to their own kin."

Moved without me?

They left me behind? Is that why I haven't heard them upstairs? Did I do something wrong? What did I do to make them that angry? It must've been something horrible.

A red tear slides down my cheek. I can literally hear my heart break. Shatter to pieces. Then the pieces beat violently with rage. That's what lifts me up and carries me to the stairs.

They left me? How could they even think about doing that? Let alone do it! I'm their daughter! Their kin! Flesh and blood! They can't just drop all connections with me and leave! I'm not a toy! I'm biotic! I live and breathe! They can't just do that!

My hand slams on the wooden door, throwing it from it's hinges. Logan jumps to the right, barely getting out of it's destructive path as it flies across the room. A large thud as it hits the wall and the door is smashed into tiny little pieces.

My breathing is heavy and saliva drips from my mouth. The strange black markings on my skin crawl around and circuit with each loud pump of my shattered heart. I want death as vengeance. My body knows that, as it forces the circuits to freeze and turn to sharp pointed daggers.

I'm just glad my cloak covers it all.

"Hey! Watch it, bub! That almost hit me!" His sharp and deep voice startles me. Makes my heart skip a beat and forces me to calm down.

He scares me.

The sunlight streaming through the windows hits my face and enters my eyes, making them burn. Knowing my eyes, they will never adjust. With shaking hands, I grasp the hood of my cape and pull it down lower so it covers my enter face and bring soothing darkness. Then I step back into the darkness of just the first step.

The white light hurts.

"Logan, now we don't want her to be frightened, do we? keep that temper of yours in check." He faces me and smiles. "Lucridias, you don't need to hide. We will not judge you on your appearance. Why don't you show us your face?"

"I can't see," I whisper. "It's too bright." I keep myself glued to the spot, afraid of offending Logan. I see his nose scrunch and the face of disgust wash over him. I know, I stink. It isn't my fault. The last time I bathed was last month when it rained so hard the water flooded the basement. One of the many times I scared my mother with my daemonic appearance.

"S-sorry." That look on his face makes me slightly fidget in attempt to make it worse.

"Given the circumstances, it's alright. I'm sure you weren't able to bathe in a basement." How in Hell is he still smiling? "Please if you come with us we can at least clean you up and get you something to eat before you decide." I step forward and start roaming the house.

The room are all empty. The kitchen, dinning room, bed rooms all empty of everything. All of Mom's tiny nick-knacks, everything in Dad's man cave, every picture and bit of furniture gone. It's like they just snapped their fingers and vanished without me.

Those bastards.

I tried so hard for them. Made my heads throb with migraines from intense studying. Learned to draw and sing so they would accept me and be proud. Hell I spent the hours of the night training and learning how to hide my mutations, even if the physical ones won't go away. Not once did I question them or disobey an order!

This isn't fare! I gave everything to them! Everything I did was for them! Why couldn't they just keep me? Why did they leave?

"Lucr-"

"Just get me the hell out of here."