Catherine's POV

Okay.

So.

The first thing you learn when you jump into the ocean with a body made of diamonds, is that diamonds don't float very well.

You see, I never really paid attention in school. I'm not good at paying attention (huge shock), and so all that science mumbo jumbo went in one ear and out the other.

So as I sank down to the bottom of the ocean, my diamond lungs filling with water, I couldn't help but wonder what my overprotective asshole of a brother was doing at the moment. Had he even noticed that I was missing? Probably not. I wasn't sure what the time was, or what day it was. I'm not sure how long I'd been on that boat with that group of freaks, but however long it was, my brother probably thought I was staying at a friend's house or something. And so he probably wasn't worrying about me. Well, then again, he wouldn't be worrying about me anyway, seeing as he hates my guts.

Speaking of guts, I could feel my insides burning, my lungs felt like they were about to burst. I hadn't even noticed that I'd changed back into my normal form. I started to kick my legs, waving my arms around in an attempt to propel myself upwards, but I could feel myself growing weaker and weaker by the second. I eventually just stopped trying. My eyes fluttered closed as all the tension went out of my body.

You know those people who say that your life flashes before your eyes as you're about to die? Well, they're wrong. No old memories of mine resurfaced as I started to lose consciousness. That was probably because none of my memories were worth reliving. I'm not trying to make anyone feel sorry for me, but my life has been shit. All through my childhood, Charles and Raven had been inseperable. I'd always been made to feel like I was the outsider. As if they had a secret that I wasn't allowed to know. They've been like that all my life. Never once have they tried to make me feel like I belong. I've been alone all my life. The only explanation was that they didn't like me. And who could blame them? I'm a total bitch.

Oh look, I suppose those people are right. My life did flash before my eyes.

Erik's POV

"Let go!" A voice, a male voice, spoke in my mind. At the minute, I was using my powers to try and kill the man who ruined my life. The man who killed my mother right in front of me. But another man was trying to pull me back. I assumed that the voice in my mind was that same man, but I had no idea how he was doing it. I was confused and angry, I didn't know what to think. "You can't. You'll drown. You have to let go. I know what this means to you, but you're going to die. Please, Erik, calm your mind." The same voice continued to talk to me, and I felt myself growing weaker from lack of oxygen. So I did what the man said. I let go. I let the man pull me upwards, and as soon as we reached the surface, I started struggling against him.

"Get off me!" I gasped as I pushed the man away, struggling to get air into my burning lungs "Get off me!" I repeated, I blinked my eyes to get the saltwater out of them as I looked around, spotting a ship not too far away from us. That must be where this man came from

"Calm down. Just breathe." The man said to me, before turning his head to shout at whoever was on board that ship. "We're here!"

"Who are you?" I asked, once I'd gotten enough air into my lungs to start breathing normally. The man turned back to me after the ship started coming closer to us.

"My name's Charles Xavier." The man, Charles, answered. But that didn't tell me what I wanted to know.

"You were in my head. How did you do it?" I asked, the question finally leaving my lips. What was he? Was he like Shaw? Emma? Me?

"You have your tricks, I have mine. I'm like you." Charles said, my eyes widened little in realisation. He was like me! And he seemed to be pursuing Shaw just like I was. "Just calm your mind."

"I thought I was alone." I said, finally calm. I'd thought that the people like me were with Shaw. I was wrong. There were others.

"You're not alone. Erik, you're not alone." Charles said. For once, I felt as though I could actually be content with my life. As soon as I succeeded in killing Shaw. As the ship drew closer, Charles and I started to make our way over to the ship, when suddenly I remembered something.

"The girl." I said, moving away from Charles again "The girl!" I had completely forgotten about the girl on Shaw's ship. The girl who had asked for my help. She was obviously being held against her will. A sense of dread filled me. What if the chain I'd been manipulating to kill Shaw had killed her instead? I began to swim away from the ship, back towards Shaw's, now sinking, ship.

"Erik!" Charles called after me "What girl? Erik!" I didn't listen, and continued to swim away, I dunked my head underwater, whipping around in circles as I looked for the girl. I heard the horn on the ship being sounded, a sign that it was moving again. Charles had obviously got it to follow me. He didn't seem like the sort of person to leave someone behind.

As I swam around the wreckage, I caught a glimpse of something grey, and started to swim towards it. As I got closer, I saw that it was the girl, wearing a grey shirt. I swam faster, and when I reached her, I saw that she was unconscious. I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms, carrying her bridal style as I swam upwards. When I reached the surface, I started swimming back towards the ship with the girl.

"They're there!" I heard Charles shout, and soon, I felt someone taking the girl out of my arms, and pulling me up on to the ship. When I got a sense of my surroundings, I made my way over to the person who was holding the girl. Without saying anything, I took the girl back and laid her down on the deck of the ship. I pressed my ear to the girls soaking wet chest. She didn't have a heartbeat. She wasn't breathing.

I worked quickly, putting both my hands together as I started CPR, hoping to rid her lungs of the water that had probably filled them. I continued this for a while, with no success. I heard footsteps moving quickly towards me.

"Erik, what..." I heard Charles speak, before trailing off. I didn't know why he'd stopped, but I couldn't look away from the girl. "Catherine?" Charles spoke again, a trace of disbelief in his voice. I dared to look away for a second, to see Charles staring at the girl's face. I looked back at the girl, my hands still pumping against her chest.

"Come on..." I muttered as I continued. If the girl died, and it was my fault, I'd never stop feeling guilty. I wanted to kill Shaw, not innocent people. Please let her be alright.

Hi guys!

I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in...ten months! Wow, I did leave it really late. I hope that at least some of you guys are still interested in my story. I honestly have no reason why I waited so long. I guess I just didn't know what to write. Again, I'm really sorry! I'll try to update at least once a week from now on. Sorry again!

-Tegan