Okay, I have this whole story written down, just not typed up and edited. I don't really care for it anymore, but I already started putting it up so I'm going to finish it… mostly for the one person that reviewed! I really appreciate it! ^_^

Again, this was written a long time ago. Don't hate. Haters, go hate somewhere else… You're not cool. But reviews with constructive criticism are always welcome! Actually, any reviews (without hate/flames) are welcome! :D

I sat in my room in the Brotherhood boarding house, still suffering from the miserable defeat at the hands of Maestro. Scenes from the fight a few days before continued to run through my mind as I continued to pout. I was facing the wall, my arms crossed and my back to the door. Toad and Fred, deciding it would be easy and fun to take advantage of my new-found hearing problem, wandered into my room and began to rummage through my things. Despite my now-deafness, I was easily able to tell intruders had entered my room. Toad and Fred had a… distinct smell. The duo was conversing lowly, making me unable to decipher what they were saying. I reluctantly rolled over to face the two snickering idiots.

Their hands flew behind their backs in an attempt to swipe something. "What do you think you're doing?" I demanded.

"Whoa, no need to yell there, Chessy," Toad snickered.

"I'm not yelling," I countered.

"You kind of are," Fred guffawed.

"I'm about to do more than just yell if you don't watch it," I threatened sadistically. Grumbling to myself, I sat up in my bed, glaring at the two. They didn't even flinch, much to my irritation. "You don't believe me," I said in a mixture of surprise and irritation. They knew what I was capable of, yet they stood there like blubbering idiots, giggling in their folly.

"We ain't gonna be afraid of someone who got beat by an X-Man," Toad said tauntingly, loud enough for me to hear him.

"No, an X-woman," Fred corrected.

Then, something deep within me snapped. I didn't know what happened, but I lost myself in a blind fury. Giving in to my savagery, I attacked my own teammates. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late to stop myself. I simply allowed my primal instincts to take over. The looks on Fred and Toad's faces were contorted in a mixture of surprise and disbelief. They were totally horror stricken. I looked up to see what I had done.

Blood dripped from Toad's shoulder, sliding down his arm, and landing on the floor with a soft 'drip,' sound. Fred was rolling on his fat butt, attempting to cradle his fat, crimson coated leg. Licking my lips, I morphed into my human form, not realizing that I had become an animal in the first place. With a final glare of disgust, I forced my way through, just in time to feel a whizz fly past me. "I heard some- What happened to you guys?" Pietro laughed at the duo cringing in pain.

"Next time, I won't be so nice," a cynical smile emerged on my face before I continued on my way.

I walked aimlessly through the living room, taking one look at the staticy television before deciding it wasn't even worth the attempt to try to watch it. I continued on, through the messy dining room, to the kitchen. To my surprise, I saw Wanda standing over the stove, peering into the pot below. I sniffed quickly, hoping to identify the food. "Making bacon and eggs?" I asked my former partner in crime, wrapping my arms around her waist. She wasn't in her usual gothic attire. Instead, she simply wore a pair of light blue pajama pants with a loose white t-shirt, with a mild case of bed-head.

"What gave it away? The fact that I screamed it- Oh," she remembered my now horrible hearing. "Yeah, I'm cooking bacon and eggs," she replied slowly. "Would you like some?"

"Nah," I answered casually. "Being a cannibal once in my lifetime was more than enough," I explained. She looked at me in confusion. "Well, I turn into chickens, so I don't want to eat the eggs of my own kind. And I turn into pigs, and I don't want to eat the intestines of my fellow pigs," I replied slowly. "Thank you for the offer though. Very sweet," I winked.

"So you don't eat meat at all?" She asked.

"Nope," I stretched, popping my back.

"Then how do you get protein?"

"Lots and lots of tofu and beans, babe," a flirtatious smirk appeared on my face.

"Well," Wanda turned back to her bacon and eggs. "Do you want a pop tart or something?"

I stared at her in disbelief. "Do we have those?" I instantly started raiding the cabinets.

"Yeah, right," Wanda snickered.

…

"Cruel and unusual," I told her before I opened the window above a nearby sink. I hopped onto the sink, much to her surprise. I smirked a final time before morphing into a crow and jumping out the window into freedom.

I returned to the boarding house sometime after dark. The sun had long since set and the moon dominated the sky. I entered the way I had left… through the window. Much to my surprise, an elaborate dinner had already been prepared. Shockingly enough, there was no meat for this feast. I looked to Wanda, who merely shook her head. Then, I looked to the even less likely Pietro, who also shook his head and pointed to his left. Warily, I looked to Lance, who proceeded to point to the buffoons next to him. Fred and Toad stood in retarded unison, waving a spatula and a ladle.

"What is all this?" I asked curiously.

"We felt a little bad about making fun of you earlier," Fred explained.

"And we overheard you saying that you don't eat meat. So to make it up to you, we made you a meat free meal fit for the gods!" Toad said, bouncing in excitement and pride at his accomplishment. "So dig in!" a silly grin plastered itself on his face.

I hesitantly sat down, fixing a plate. "No secret ingredient?" I asked warily.

"Just one," Toad said. I dropped my spoon instantly. "Looooovvveee," he said in a sing-song voice. Rolling my eyes, I tuned out his stupidity as I took a deep breath. I took a sniff of the food, not smelling any morsel of meat in the dishes. Deeming it fit to eat, I took a bite. Much to my surprise, it tasted good. The combination of flavors was pleasing. Once I had a bite, I couldn't stop. It was simply delicious. Everyone else soon sat down and joined me. Within a few minutes, all of the food was gone and we were all full. "Hey, wait… There is a secret ingredient we forgot to tell you about," Fred said.

I froze.

"We put a little beef, pork, and chicken in everything. Everyone else needs their protein around here," Toad grinned evilly. I glared at him angrily for a moment, dropping my fork. The last bit of food fell onto the plate below me. Within the same instant, I morphed into a Siberian tiger, grabbing Toad by the throat and threw him across the room. I turned into a grizzly bear, matching Fred in size and weight. With one swipe of my mighty paw, I had Fred on the floor while he held his now-bleeding cheek. Morphing into a wolf, I threw myself at the two, trying to tear their limbs off.

Before I knew it, as I was attempting to slaughter my teammates, the ground began to rumble beneath me. Suddenly, a piece of the ceiling fell, forcing me to jump back, away from my prey. By the look on everyone's faces, I could tell they didn't want me around anymore. They didn't want to be next on my rampage.

Or maybe I was just getting full of myself.

Either way, I'd had it with this group of misfits. They didn't stand a chance at Magneto's side. They didn't deserve it like I did. They hadn't been loyal to Magneto all their life like I had. With a final look of disgust, I jumped to the window. Taking the form of a crow, I took my leave through the window.

I flew all the way to the park on the other end of the city. It was a quiet night for the most part. The evening's events insisted on playing through my mind like scenes from a bad soap opera. I couldn't believe they spiked my food with meat. Morphing into my human form, I landed next to the fountain. Looking into the water, I looked into my reflection. My golden eyes were more demonic than I ever remembered. My red hair was all over the place, like a beast that hadn't been groomed in years. I really was Magneto's monster.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself away from the reflection and braced myself for what I knew had to be done. Closing my eyes tightly, I painfully rammed my finger down my throat in an attempt to force myself to vomit. It wasn't only a second before my stomach began to flip, forcing its contents upward. Removing my finger, chunks flew from my mouth. They reeked and tasted of meat, even more so than when the food had first entered my stomach. I held my stomach, my eyes closed hoping to hide my shame and disgust.

Once I was sure I'd rid my stomach of all its content, I turned from the pile of red chunks and walked to the other side of the park. I flashed back to the X Men, how they had lied to me and used me for their own selfishness. I didn't want to be with them. Then I thought about the Brotherhood. I wanted to be with Magneto, but they didn't want me there. Maybe I was just meant to be alone. Maybe that was the way it was supposed to be.

Falling to my knees, I looked to the starry sky. I had never felt so alone, so hated.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a cold, hard object slammed against my head. I whirled around just in time to see a Native American woman… with blue eyes. Before I could react, she whacked me with a… a wrench?

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