I sucked in a sharp breath as I appeared at the beach where the fight had happened. The destruction and the blood that was still on it's sands. I came too late. I screamed out blaming myself that Erik, Raven, and Charles were no family. I need to find them. I thought to myself as I closed y eyes. I reopened them to see myself at a window looking down at Charles and Moira. Charles is now in a wheel chair making me blame myself even more that I couldn't protect my only family. They kissed… I hadn't noticed the window glass cracking until they stopped kissing. I turned away feeling all pity and sorrow replaced by the betrayal that I felt when I wasn't allowed on the mission.

I transported back to my room and packed everything else that I hadn't packed yet. I heard a knock that made me jump. I look up to see Havoc. "Hey. Where ya going?" I looked down at my suitcases then back at him. "Away for a while…" He looked at me worriedly and tried to say something but was stopped. In fact everything did. "Please don't leave Cynthia…" I felt even more rage as I heard the pleading in his voice. I turned to see that he was standing in front of me. I peeked back at the cracked window to see him still down there, in the wheelchair looking right at me. "Erik do this to you, or was it your lovable cuddly soldier?" I spoke to him in a mocking tone as I turned around.

He didn't find any of this entertaining. I pinched the bridge of my nose and looked back to see him inching closer to me. "Charles has this ever occurred to you that I loved you not only as a friend, but as something more." He stopped walking to me giving me a confused look. I scoffed. "Of course not." I spoke grabbing my bags and brushed past him. Only to have him grab my arm. "I know you still feel anger towards me for not letting you come with us. I am truly sorry about that." I saw his eyes beginning to get watery. 'I already forgiven you for that, but I can't live with you anymore. Not since you fell in love with someone else.' with that I dissapeared.

I went to Washington DC… Only to find out something horrifying….

3rdPOV

There was a little man who is a scientist. Studying about the mutants and their genetic pools. "So you're telling me that we have her?" The soldier standing next to him nodded yes. "Take me to her cell." He did as he was told and brought him to the pentagon. "She was caught looking through the experimental files that you have conducted. She's place in a different room as Magneto though." The scientist waved his hand at that. "I'm more curious about her. She can teleport, read and talk through minds, mind control, and she and tell what kind of mutant has what power. That my friend is a jackpot!" The soldier nodded as they finally got to the pentagon, and were led to Cynthia's cell.

It was dark.. just like when I had killed those three soldiers and the Russian scientist. I have no idea how long I've been in here for. I haven't eaten in what feels like months hell even years. To say I am pissed is an understatement. I heard footsteps walking around above me. I couldn't teleport anywhere because all I felt like all I have known is this darkness. "Here she is. We don't turn on the lights other wise she'll know where she is." I looked up right where the voice had come from. "What's up with her eyes?" "That's part of her mutation. I think it's like that when she is pissed." I crackled a dry laugh. "You have no idea." I whispered deadly to them. "I'd like to experiment on her." "Sorry can't."

"And why not?" "You're not the president nor apart of any official higher ups. Now you both can leave." Te foot steps sounded angry as they left. I laid back on the pillows that I was given on the floor, and closed my eyes to have a familiar dream.

I was standing in a room. The room had a bathroom connected to it and a bedside table with a frame of a blonde. There was a man under the covers of the bed. Something was telling me that he needed my comfort. I walked to his side and moved his hands from his face. Steel blue eyes stared back at me. I wiped away the tears that kept coming. "Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?" I asked concerned. He looked back at me in shock. "Cynthia?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Who's that? Is she the one who makes you cry?" I was trying to figure out when he looked at me like I was crazy. "Wait. Do you not even recognize me?" I slowly shook my head no. "I'm Charles Xavier. Do you know who you are?" I nodded my head as I told him. "I am prisoner 6792." His face instantly was mortified. "What?" He stood up making me jump a bit. "Where are you?" I tried to remember but I feel like I'm being tazed by a thousand bolts whenever I try to. "I can't… remember.."

I awoke back in the darkness. I rubbed my face trying to make of what just happened. 'Charles Xavier…. He's very handsome..' I thought to myself as I felt my way through the dark that I was trapped in. I fount a tray of food and a slip of paper. I couldn't read it so I threw it over my shoulder and ate my food. That's when a sound of glass braking and a beam of light came out of nowhere. I covered my head wondering what the fuck was going on. Then out of nowhere this guy with silver hair grabbed the back of my head and took me in a elevator.

I had to take a breather. "Cynthia?" I look up to see a man in the same prison suite as me. "Is that my name? Oh good cause I was getting tired of having to memorized my other name." I said sarcastically. The other man though pulled me into a hug. "It's really good to see you alive." I looked at the guy with silver hair and he just shrugged at me. "SO….. names please?" "You don't remember my name or even me?" I shook my head no. "I'm Erik." "And I'm Peter!" I nodded at Peter's quickness. "Okay then." Just as I said that the doors reopened to three guys. One looked like a dork, the other like he could take on over 50 people, and the one in the middle reminded me of the man in my dream.

Well the man that I kept dreaming of just sucker punched Erik in the face. "Whoa!" I yelled and helped Erik up. "Who's she?" The nerdy one asked. I looked up to see all of them staring at me. "Well according to Erik here my name is-" "Cynthia." the middle man spoke. "and who are you three?" "Hank.. and this is-" the man that was about to be introduced fucking kissed ME! I pushed him back away. "Hey! Just because y'all save my ass don't mean you can do what you want with it!" "Charles Xavier…and this is Logan." I nodded to let Hank know that I heard him but still glared at Charles.I mean who the hell does he think he is kissing me like that? We've barely JUST met!…..Right? I decided to ignore Charles for the time being and stuck with Erik. Peter had helped our asses when we were surrounded by guards. He just whipped through them like a tornado. "Holy shit! Great job Silver." I complemented him as I followed Erik out the exit.

We all got on a private jet. I noticed the tension between Erik and Charles. Looking over I see them both looking ready to throw down. I surprised myself when I got up to break up the yelling contest. "What about Cynthia! For gods sake, Charles! Raven and I were the only ones to search for her! And where were YOU?!" That's when pain shot up my skull. I fall onto my knees groaning in pain. 'BETRAYL!NONONONONONO!' Flashes of me standing near a window that's cracking. "Cynthia? Cynthia!" I heard Charles and Erik calling to me as is Logan. "What's hap-happening…to me?" my voice was laced in full on pain and I couldn't stop shaking. As more memories came flooding of when I was younger I hadn't noticed that the Jet was going down. "SOMEONE CALM HER! BRING HER BACK TO THE HERE AND NOW!" Hank warned the three men.

Logan grabbed my face to look him in the eyes. "Hey! Kiddo, listen to me. Take deep breaths, nice and slow. Where do you thin you are right now?" I reopened my eyes and looked around quickly. "Sono in nulla, ma il buio. Una stanza piena di sangue e di organi. Perché sono in una stanza piena di tale morte ?!" Tears started coming down my cheeks. "IT'S ALL YOU'RE FAULT!" I turned to see my little brother Victor standing in the same room as me with his throat ripped out. I screamed as he came nearer. "V-V-Victor…." he smiles at me ever so innocently making my stomach churn.

Charles POV

I didn't know what she meant in her native tongue but when she said her brother's name I knew exactly where she was. "She's reverting back to her nightmares. She must go to her other place. Logan move aside! Erik I need you to be talking to her. Talk about her safe place." Erik nodded and does as I say. "Cynthia! Listen to me. Go to your safe place." She gave him a confused look. "Safe p-place?" She then turns her head to me. "Yes Cynthia. Remember the sounds of the waves, the birds chirping, and the warm sand." I spoke softly to her. My heart swelled when she smiled. "I found it." she spoke in content. She opens her eyes and they are back to normal as is the Jet. Cynthia looks to me then to Erik. Bursting into tears she pulls us in a hug at the same time. "Thank you so much…" she whispered for only the three of us to hear.

Logan went back to his seat as did me and Erik. Cynthia sat near Logan much to my dismay. They started whispering to each other about something. I decided to steer my thoughts back to my game of chess when Erik sat across from me. "She doesn't remember us, Charles." He whispered. "Doesn't that concern you?" I glared at him for asking such a question. "Maybe it's for the best Erik." He looked at me in anger. "Best that she rather remembers her torment back in Italy, and with Shaw?!" We stared at each other for a moment. Having a glaring contest. "We shall see. Chess?"