"Hello?" I heard someone answer on the other line.

"Hello, Charles was it?" I asked uncertain.

"Ah, yes, Emilia," he seemed to have an amused tone.

"Yes, I'm giving a call about the whole situation you have put me in. I suppose, I might want to know why and how you visited me," I said hesitantly.

"Then we shall meet up at the coffee shop on Dove Street at precisely 11AM," he told me before hanging up. I quickly set an alarm into my phone for 10 in the morning and slumped down on the couch. What have I gotten myself into? I got up and made myself something to eat before retreating into my room to have a nice deep sleep.


"IT'S A FIRE, THERE'S A FIRE. WAKE UP EMILIA WAKE UPPPPPPP!"

I fell off the floor after screaming and thrashed wildly in the mess of tangled blankets. "Fire?" I screamed as I finally got rid of the blanket. I looked around quickly before realizing it was my alarm. "Stupid alarm; got to get rid of the stupid ring tone thing…" I mumble to myself as I turned it off. I sighed and ran a hand through my messy hair. "I need to shower," I muttered groggily as I used the walls to support my tired body. I walked into the bathroom and took a moment to look at myself in the mirror. Messy, bed head, caramel brown hair was everywhere, framing my ill-looking pale skin. I need a tan. I closed my tired hazel eyes, feeling my medium length eyelashes gently brush against my skin. My almost full lips were pulled into a line as I remembered my past briefly. "Dang Germans, taking everything away from me," I thought before opening my eyes and yawned. I took off my wrinkled clothes that I fell asleep in and stepped into the shower. The cold water was soothing as I washed my hair quickly. The cold water steamed off skin. I noticed in the morning, my temperature seemed to be at a higher temperature then the rest of the day. I squirted the remains of a thick pink goo onto my hand. "I need new shampoo," I noted as I stared at the strawberry shampoo I had; it felt empty in my hands. Next, I deep conditioned my hair and did a body wash before drying myself off. The steam from my skin fogged up the glass and I drew a fat smiley on there. I laughed before wiping it off. If everyone was that happy, life would be absolutely wonderful. I dressed myself in a soft blue tank top layered by a long white cardigan. I put on fairly short jean shorts, which went up to about my mid-thighs. I shoved my feet into some black flip flops and shouldered on my coach shoulder bag. I locked the door of my apartment afterwards. I dried my hair as I walked to the elevator. Pushing the button for the first floor, I enjoyed the quiet elevator music and thought about the two men. A coffee shop should be fairly busy, so they wouldn't be able to harass me physically. I wiped my sweaty hands on my shorts before walking out of the metallic transportation compartment. I stepped out of the lobby after greeting the counter man, and breathed in the scent of almost dry dew. I waved a taxi over and got in. "Rose Coffee Shop on Dove Street please," I smiled at the driver. He nodded briefly and started driving in the somewhat busy roads.


"Hello, gentlemen," I pulled the chair back and sat down.

"Good morning," Charles smiled as he took a sip from his cup. The other man with calculating blue eyes just nodded at my presence. "I'm glad we can talk today," he took another sip from his drink.

"Please get to the point, I really do not have all day," I gestured at my watch.

"Ah, I see. Well, as you know, you and I are not normal people, including my friend here," he gestured to the turtle neck lover. "We are mutants," he waited for my reaction, but I just motioned him to go on. "From our last encounter, you probably know that I, myself, is a te-."

I cut him off, "A telepath, yes I know."

"Yes," he cleared his throat, "I can read your thoughts, communicate within your mind, and see your memories."

"What can he do?" I looked over to his friend.

"Ah, why don't you demonstrate for her?"

The man nodded, before something started tugging on my wrist. I stared amazed at my watch as it lifted my hands and dropped it back down.

"Metal manipulation," I whispered, a feeling consumed the back of my mind, but I couldn't place a finger on it. I ignored it and focused my mind back on the situation on hand.

"Enlighten us on your mutation since we've shown you ours," Charles watched me intently.

"I don't think..." I trailed off as I watched the other civilians in the shop. Charles caught me gazing at the people surrounding us and nodded.

"Then we shall go outside," he pushed back from the table and collected his jacket from the back of the chair. I gulped and nodded slightly before heading to the door. As the cold air brushed over my skin, I turned around to the two men and inhaled. I looked around me, making sure no one was watching, and exhaled deeply. The temperature of a 10 feet radius seemed to rise quickly before settling back to its original temperature.

"Heat," I shrugged before lifting my hands. I held a small sphere of fire in front of them before waving it away.

"Brilliant," Charles laughed, "is that all you can do? Or is there more?" He stared at me in amusement. My eyes widened as a sudden pain entered my mind.

Slowly a small flame flickered on and off before fully taking form. I stared at the dancing fire as it grew bigger. "Excellent!" he clapped happily. "Wonderful! Is that all you can do, little Emilia? Or is there more," he grinned.

I took a step back, in place of Charles, was the man that ruined my life. "G-get away from me!" I screamed as I turned around and ran for my life.

"Miss!" the monster of a man screamed as he chased after me. I screamed as tears ran down my face, probably catching many passer-by's attention.

"Don't follow me!" I yelled as I picked up my pace. I felt a strong tug on my wrist that nearly stopped me. I unconsciously melted my watch and continue running. "Leave me alone you monster!" I turned around to face the men. I felt a tingling feeling surround my whole body as I felt my hair rise. Everything turned into a shade of red as I felt the familiar feeling of warmth. "Get away from me," I growled as I glared at the men.

"Please calm down, we mean no harm," the monster took a step forward. I felt the fire surrounding my body grow larger, as it settled just barely on top of my skin.

"You've caused enough harm!" I screamed as I started throwing fire at them. I suddenly felt a warm soothing sensation in my mind.

Calm down, Emilia.

I fought the serene sensation off but quickly grew weary. I felt my hair slowly float back down as the flames died down.

"G-get out of m-my mind," I growled weakly before everything went black.


"Charles, who is she exactly?"

"Emilia, Emila Viktori"

"Emilia?" Erik stared at her motionless body intensely.

"Do you know her?" Charles asked, looking at him as he drove.

"I-I doubt it. Probably a different Emilia," Erik pulled his eyes away from her as he stared in front of him. Thoughts ran across his mind. What if she really WAS the Emilia he knew.

"You'll know when she wakes up," Charles answered his mental question without looking at him.

"Right," Erik nodded stiffly. "We're going back to the C.I.A. place right?" Erik asked, watching the scenery passed by.

"Yes," Charles nodded, making a quick turn.

Erik didn't reply as he relaxed into the leather seats of the car trying to curl himself up to keep warm. Suddenly as if his wish was granted, the temperature rose quite a bit. Charles quickly checked the temperature within the car in surprise. Even without turning the heater on it was around 10 degrees hotter than it was before. He looked at the girl in the back seat; she seemed to be grinning as her skin glowed faintly. He shook his head and smiled. She really was something. Charles pulled up to the facility and parked the car. "Erik, why don't you take her to one of the empty rooms?" Charles opened the door to the back seat.

"Why me?" Erik answered gruffly as he also stepped out of the car.

"You're stronger. Plus I need to talk to Hank about something," Charles unbuckled the seatbelt for the unconscious girl and let Erik pick her up.

"Fine," Erik frowned at the light weight of the girl, before walking through the automatic doors. Are you the Emilia I know? Or are you just someone else I don't know?