Dylan Johnson: Assassin
By: Rogue21493

Disclaimer: If I did own them I would not be here! No, actually I would be somewhere else...(wink) I only own Dylan...who is oddly like me :O

A/N: Okay, here it is! AND IT"S A...TOUCHDOWN! WAHOOOO! Sorry about that, but I was just watching my team beat some ass! Yahoo! LOL Anyway, here is the chapter! Please review! And remember: Pyro is always on his man period it seems like...(ducks fire ball) Just kidding! NOT! LOL ENJOY!

"Hey watch it." John had about growled, steading Dylan and himself.

"Me? You're the one, not watching it!" Dylan said.

"Whatever." John said, rolling his eyes, stepping around Dylan.

"What is your problem, man?" Dylan asked, looking at him.

"What do you mean?" John asked, looking at her.

"You're a fucking jackass. You think you're all that when your nothing but a ass." Dylan said.

"I rather be a ass then a bitch like you." John retorted.

"I don't mind being called a bitch." Dylan said.

"Why?"

"Just don't..." Dylan said, annoyed that their fight barely started before it ended. She shook her head and headed to her room.

John shook his head and headed to the rec room.

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Dylan just nodded for the tenth time in the past five minutes, hiding a yawn as Rogue and Jubilee chatted about something.

"Guys, I'm hitting the sack." she mumbled, pulling the blanket up and tucking her knees into her chest.

"Kay...tell us if we get to loud." Rogue said.

"Yeah, I'll be sure to do that." Dylan said, half asleep already.

It seemed like she had only been asleep for a second when the dream started.

Dylan walked into the den and saw her mother and father talking. Or arguing more like it.

"Your fucking whore!" her father yelled, backhanding her mother.

Dylan watched horrified as her father for the first time in her life, beat her mother. She yelled for him to stop and tried to grab his arm and make him stop but he pushed her away, making her head, hit the corner of the coffee table. She blacked out.

When she came to, her mother was laying where she remembered her to be. She had some blood around her, but nothing to bad. Dylan crawled toward her. "Mama?"

Her mother opened her eyes a little and looked at Dylan. "Oh, Dyl...You know I love you, right?" she asked, pulling Dylan close to her chest, her head resting on her breast, listening to her heartbeat.

"Yeah, I know mama. I love you too. Why did Daddy hurt you?" Dylan asked.

"Oh, baby he was just angry and took it out on me." her mother said, trying to soothe her, by stroking her hair.

"Like the time I took my anger out on Uncle Mike and Daddy got on me?"Dylan asked.

"Yeah, like that baby."

Dylan sniffed. "Mama, will you be okay?"

Her mother nodded. "Of course baby."

Dylan nodded, happy with the answer. "When will Daddy be leaving for his job?"

"Tonight baby."

Dylan nodded again. "Good..."

"Yeah, baby that's good." her mother said, kissing the top of her head.

Dylan groaned in her sleep as the dream changed.

Dylan halfway glared at her Uncle Mike as he pulled her away from the house. Her daddy had been angry and Dylan was afraid for her mama, but also did not want to be around for it at all.

She heard something break in the house as Uncle Mike put her in his jeep. "Uncle Mike!" she exclaimed, looking at the house, terrified.

"Shh, it's okay, baby girl." Uncle Mike comforted her as he started his car and pulled away.

A few hours later they returned to Dylan's house. Dylan was about ready to jump out and run to find her mom, when Uncle Mike grabbed her and held on as he walked. Dylan pouted. "I can walk you know." she said.

Uncle Mike just nodded. Dylan then noticed the police officers and fire fighters and nurses. "What happened, Uncle Mike?"

"I don't know baby girl." Uncle Mike said as they walked. They finally came to their house, since they had parked at the beginning of the street. Dylan and Uncle Mike gasped as they saw her house. It was burnt down to the ground.

Dylan jumped out of Uncle Mike's arms and ran toward her house. A police officer who saw her, grabbed her before she could set foot in the house.

"Whoa, little girl! You can't go in there. It's dangerous." he said.

"But my mama and daddy are in there!" Dylan exclaimed, trying to get away as Uncle Mike came running up to them. He pulled Dylan into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"Your mama and daddy?" the officer asked. Dylan nodded. "Your daddy is in that ambulance right there." he said, pointing.

Uncle Mike thanked the officer and headed over to Dylan's dad, who once he saw Dylan, scooped her into his arms and held her. "Where's mama?!" she asked, crying into her dad's shirt.

"She's gone." her father said.

"NO! She can't be!" Dylan sobbed as the police officers, fire fighters and nurses slowly started to leave.

"She is baby." her father said, trying to soothe Dylan.

"NO! SHE IS NOT! SHE PROMISED SHE WOULD TAKE ME TO THE ZOO TOMORROW!" Dylan yelled, as tears rolled down her face.

Her father pulled her close. "Baby...she didn't get out...she's gone."

"NO! YOU LIE! SHE'S OKAY!" Dylan yelled, pulling away from him.

Uncle Mike gasped. "What?" Dylan's father asked. Uncle Mike pointed at Dylan right hand. A dagger's blade was growing out of her wrist and slowly coming out.

Dylan looked at her wrist. Her thoughts taking off of her mother for a second. It didn't hurt a lot but it stung a bit. She sniffled. "Daddy...what's happening?!" she asked, looking at her father.

He looked at Dylan and wiped her tears away. "Dylan...you're a mutant now." he explained slowly.

Dylan sniffed and looked at her wrist, where the dagger was slowly growing and then at her father. "A mutant? You mean like the ones that was on the news?" she asked.

Her father nodded. "Yeah, baby."

Dylan sniffed. She looked at her father and her Uncle Mike. "Do you hate me? You know, like all those people that hate mutants?"

Her father shook his head, the ideas of what Dylan could do with her power if trained right coming to mind. "No baby. Never."

Uncle Mike nodded. "Your always going to be my baby girl." he said.

Dylan sniffed and layed her head on her fathers shoulders as he carried her to Uncle Mike's jeep. She stared at the house. Something had happened in that house and that day...not just her getting her powers, but something to her mother. She would find out what it was.

No one noticed that Dylan's shirt had changed from the little blue shirt she had been wearing to dark blood red for a while.

Dylan popped up, breathing heavily and sweating. She pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs and placed her chin on the top of her knees. She then remembered she shared a room. She glanced to see if Rogue or Jubilee had noticed, but they both were out like a light.

Dylan sighed in relief. She shook her head and ran her hand over her face. She layed back on her side. She layed her head down on her pillow. As soon as her eyes closed, they popped open to a very very very (and more very's) loud scream.

Me: Uh oh...

Dylan:O

Pyro: What?

Dylan: Dude, did you just not notice that I had 2 very VERY distrubing dreams?

Pyro: No

Dylan: (rolls eyes) Of course not

Me: Now, now you two. Anyway, that's it for now! Please review!