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The house was nearly dark when Will and I walked in, my senses picking up on a scent; one that shouldn't be here, I held my hand up "We are not alone, I will go first," and I did with him behind me when his wife screamed, then Laura's mingled with the ringing sounds of gun shots.

Glass breaking but I could still hear Laura screaming in a way only she could, I screamed "Charles,"

He was shaking on the bed, the smell of blood tingled my senses as I saw marks same as mine in his chest, I broke "It wasn't me, it wasn't me. Please, Charles. It wasn't me, believe me," my voice wrecked as I cradled him to me taking him from this house as the only other body was Kathryn a site I wouldn't forget. Her throat was torn out, her raw meaty flesh seen, blood dripping onto the floor as Will held her.

Will looked up "Where are Nate and Laura?" I yelled he looked stunned for a second before he realized his son was missing from the house, Laura as well. I held Charles as he saw my father dying in my arms as we rushed from the house, my first task was to get Charles in the truck and then try and get Laura back.

I was covered in his blood as Will screamed for his son and I placed Charles in the bed of the truck as gentle as I could all the while just mumbling over and over "It wasn't me, it wasn't me," his eyes half open, they fluttered shut ever few moments.

He was all I had, he was my last connection to my wife he was my family, the last of it left. Even as I set him, he touches my arm his voice so weak "Nature made you a freak, man made you a weapon, my Daya made you human," then in front of my eyes his shuttered his body went ridged and then nothing.

My heart breaking as the shrill scream of Laura broke through, it was me but not me, a young version of myself, a fucking clone.

I hoped Will found Nat and made it from this place. I stalked the clone, he turned looking at me before dropping Laura into the wet grass, the dew already starting as the fresh scent of the morning was here.

My voice broken but filled with rage, "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

I held my own as my claws made large gashes into his flesh, tear and ripping, the sound filled my ears, I took so much pleasure in it. His blood running a dark red covering his green shirt, his movement sluggish not as precise, more rushed, he was only filled with rage.

I was bloody, his claws raking over my back as I fell to my knee's before I was tossed into a large tire, my white top torn and bloody, my own chest was on fire, the skin torn open, the blood stopped flowing but it wasn't healing. It looked right out of a fucking movie, but the sound of metal on metal made my eyes snap open as Will rammed his Bronco right into my other self, staggering to my feet as Will just unloaded his gun into my clone.

I grabbed him "Get away from this place, if you stay they will kill you. Get your son and leave. I can't smell him close, he already fled, smart kid, go now," Will gave me a look.

His voice anguished "You're a mutant, your father and daughter too. If I need to find you how do I do it," I was going to kill myself after dropping Laura off in Dakota even if some made up fucking place wasn't there.

"I used to live in Westchester, NY. I am going back after this," a small glimmer of hope was all he needed, he was gone taking another vehicle and driving off, I could hear him stop calling for his son every few until those sounds faded.

I snatched Laura back up, and we too started to drive when she turned her head, her hands cuffed, her feet as well a long silver bar connecting the cuffs. She saw Charles dead in the bed of the truck, her screams filled the cab as she struggled. I could sense her anger, her pain, her fear from here as I tried to drive, the corn stalks hitting the truck until we skidded onto the open road, I looked over extending my right hand my claws coming out to free her.

"Just hold still," I barked out at her, she stopped looking at me, her face filled with emotions, but there was nothing I knew to do. How can I help her when I am broken and destroyed myself?

The pain was real, it grounded me as we drove until the sun was high above us, it was time to stop and bury Charles. We had to, he should be buried in his home in Westchester, at that moment I knew I was coming back for him, my last mission as an X-men was going to be taking him home so he could rest.

I carried him across the dirt road seeing a small lake nestled in the forest. Setting him down, I started to work, the ground was good; it yields to the shovel as I just dug and dug until it was a decent size, Laura sat in the dirt right next to Charles, her hand in his one last time.

"He is dead, they killed him," I wasn't a nice guy, my voice was rough and mean as she just covered his hand as I bent in pain, the pain flared while my vision tilted and spun.

Soon, too soon he was covered in dirt until I returned, I made sure to write the location on a scrap sheet of paper from the glove box slipping it into my pocket. I stand needing to say something, anything to him.

"It has a lake, Charles. I- I am- I am coming back for you. You will see home again," I felt her small hand grasp my arm, a small form of comfort, this wasn't her fault, it was mine.

My movements harsh as I shove her off and walk to the truck, but it won't start so I am out screaming, the shovel in my hands

With every curse the shovel broke something on this truck "FUCK!"

"MOTHER FUCKER!" broken lights, mirrors shattering the glass and mirror falling to the ground as Laura just watched this all.

"SON OF A BITCH,"

"FUUUCCKKK!" that was all I had as my body revokes against me, I stumbled then fell on my back, at first I am looking up at the clear blue sky, it was a sight.

I closed my eyes and when they reopened I was looking at a ceiling with some fishes hanging from them, I was so confused. But a pleasant smell wafted to me, old spice, chamomile, and medications.

His voice was low and filled with worry "I never thought I would ever get to meet one of you, gosh darn it has been a pleasure. Now, son. You have some serious issues, you need to get yourself checked in, or at the least let me run some test. I was so worried I would have to tell that sweet little girl in there her pa wasn't going to make it," he smiled he was some old small town doctor.

"A pleasure, doc. But for your own safety forget you have seen us, we got some bad people after us and I don't want them killing you too," I was up as he took the I.V out but he was still concerned.

'I could hide you, help you. Not all humans are bad, let me help," my hand one his shoulder.

I answered, "We're late, we have a deadline so we can cross into Canada," was all I could come up with and he let it go thinking we had to leave asap.

Laura was up removing the head phones from her ears, as I walked out with her in front of me, "We have to go," my words fall on deaf ears as she strode away to a small older mail jeep turned into an everyday Jeep. A fishing box was on the driver seat, she somehow carried me and drove me here just to get me help.

"You can't just take things," but it was a rule not even I followed, it was about survival for her now, I had my own plans.

I turn to her "You know this Eden place is fucking made up, your nurse made all this shit up," her face contorted, her hands fumbling in her back pack as she procured a picture, it was of her and a group of children all looking sullen.

"Rictor, Bobby, Jamaica, Rebecca, and Delilah," she says, wait this kid can talk. What the fuck!

My words filled with ire at this kid "You can fucking talk, what was with all this shit for 2,000 miles,"

I regret her talking the minute it happens again "Usted me llevará a Eden, es real usted imbécil. Yo soy tu hija ahora me llevan o voy a golpearte viejo. Tu esposa nos va a reunir allí, tenemos que darnos prisa." I held my hands to my head, wanting her to shut up.

"No," her small fist punched me over and over.

""Rictor, Bobby, Jamaica, Rebecca, and Delilah,"

"Rictor, Bobby, Jamaica, Rebecca, and Delilah," she screamed and screamed much to my ire.

I screamed back "FINE, don't hit me again," I mutter foul words under my breath as I fumbled getting the keys into the ignition "You will see, you little heathen,"

I left this small town behind, the road is covered on all sides by mountains, but I am so tired, as I keep drifting to sleep.