Sorry guys, this is going to be a pretty weak chapter :/ I should have tried harder on it but I just wanted to get it done to continue with the story. Please forgive me!

J.C. Posch

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"Wanda!" I gasped, getting off of her and helping my friend up.

"Oh good, you remembered my name. I was afraid you wouldn't because it's kind of been awhile since we've seen each other." Wanda said. She took a step back from me and crossed her arms, only to grab me in a hug. Then she punched me in the shoulder.

"Ow! Of course! How could I forget my bipolar friend?" I answered. Wanda laughed at that but then hit me again.

She studied me for a minute in silence then walked around my room, examining this and that. She picked up the snowglobe from the Professor I found in the basement and read the inscription. She raised her eyebrows and tossed the globe to me. I caught it and placed it safely down on my dresser.

"Seriously Al, what the hell have you been doing here with these X-men?" Wanda asked. To anyone else listening, it might have sounded like she was asking coolly and as if she really didn't care one way or another with her tone, but I knew her too well. She was mad, and hurt.

"Wanda-"

"Like, at first it looked like they were kidnapping you or something, which really freaked me out. What was I supposed to do? All these months you've been gone, I haven't had my sister! I cried most nights because I didn't know why they were keeping you! But they weren't keeping you, were they? You-you stayed, on your own freewill." Wanda's voice was high, like it always got like when she was really upset. Furniture and nick-naks began to rise into the air, due to Wanda's supernatural like powers. Her powers were unpredictable and dangerous; I needed her to calm down before something bad happened.

"Wada," I said, using the name I used to call her when we were younger. It wasn't until I was five or six that I began to pronounce the n. I still used it now whenever she was mad at me.

"Don't call me that, I'm mad at you." Wanda muttered, crossing her arms and turning away from me like a stubborn child even though she older than me by a few years.

"That's why I'm saying it." I replied, turning around to face me. "Wada, I needed to be here. If you knew what was-"

"But I didn't! You just disappeared from my life and didn't care enough to even try to tell me!" Wanda shouted.

I waited for a moment before responding. She was right. Wanda's been like a sister to me since we were little and I just abandoned her with the Brotherhood. Not once did I try to tell her that I was okay or what was going on. She really has no one back with the Brotherhood but me. She's not close to Magneto, Pietro was too involved with himself or proving himself to his father that he doesn't have time for her, and the other members aren't going to go out of their way to be with her. And I left her.

"Wada, remember when we were little and Pietro was teasing me? He kept saying I was "abducted"?" I asked.

"Sure, but I think he meant adopted." Wanda replied. "What does that have to do with-"

"Well, he was right. I was abducted more than adopted. I came from somewhere Wanda, I had a family."

I continued to tell her of my past. Who my family is, how Creed kidnapped me, what's been going on these past months.

"So, yeah. Jean's gone, but me and Scott have been growing closer." I finished. Wanda was quiet, for once in her life. "I know, I shouldn't have just left you in the dark like that, that was completely unfair. I'm so sorry, there's no excuse for doing that to you, but please forgive me."

Wanda looked out the window then turned back to me.

"How do you know if any of what they told you is true?" She asked.

I wasn't sure how to answer that in a way that she's believe me. But then it came to me. I got up and grabbed the framed photo Hank gave me a couple weeks ago. The frame held the picture of Scott, Jean and I as a baby. Scott was leaning against a willow tree with his arms wrapped around Jean. In her arms was a tiny red haired blue eyed baby. I handed Wanda the picture.

"So what, I'm sure there are hundreds of ginger babies." Wanda said, handing back the photo. But I pushed it back at her.

"Look at her Wanda! We're practically twins!" I insisted.

Wanda sighed. "Yeah, I noticed that. But I didn't want to admit it. Does this mean you're never coming back?"

I opened my mouth to say that of course I'd be coming back, but then I remembered. I can't. Soon I'm not going to be…anywhere.

"Wanda-" I began, but I was cut off by a loud bang and flash of light. When I could see again, I was on the grounds surrounded by unknown mutants. Through my powers I got the united sense of all of them: excitement, an urge to fight, to prove themselves.

"What the fu-" I started to say but I was cut off once more by Wanda.

"Pietro! Let him go, what are you doing?" Wanda shrieked at her brother, who stood smirking by a large boy with six arms holding a tall thin boy.

"Well, you see sis, the Cajun's been lying to us. Funny, for apparently not knowing how to get into the grounds he sure did a good job of getting you in here fast." The speedster said smugly.

"Sorry cher, Gambit didn't know yo slime of a brotha- oof!" The boy was cut off by a hard punch to the stomach from Pietro.

"Shut up. Now that we have what we need we don't have to listen to your excessive talking anymore." Pietro told him. Then he nodded at a boy who put his hands to his temples. A moment later, Gambit went limp.

"You followed us? That is so like you! Now let him go!" Wanda ordered.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I yelled getting up from the ground. "What's going on?"

"Now is that anyway to talk to your rescuers?" Pietro asked.

"Rescuers? Who said I needed rescuing?" I yelled. This actually made the lugs around us laugh.

"I did." A rumbling voice answered. Just the sound of the familiar voice made my blood run cold.

Sabertooth walked up to me and crossed his arms as he looked down at me.

Victor Creed. At one time I considered him a father figure. A psychotic monster like father figure, but still a father figure. He taught me everything I know about fighting, hunting, tracking. He brought me nice things home when he went away. But all of it was a lie. He took me away from my family and made me believe I only had him in the world.

I glared at him with hatred, even though I knew he couldn't see me.

"I know what you did." I hissed.

"What?" Creed asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. This was obviously not the reaction he was expecting. He was probably thinking I would act as I did whenever he came back from a long mission. Run up to him and throw my arms around him, asking him to tell me everything about what happened. Like that's happening every again.

"All of you, get out of here now!" I said, raising my voice. "This is a school. Kids live here. You're not welcomed here!"

"It doesn't matter if we're welcomed or not, we go wherever we want. Right boys?" The six armed boy said. He was answered by a roar from his cronies.

" 'Kay, whatever. We'll leave, but you're coming with us." Pietro said. He took hold of my arm but I pulled away.

"I'm not going with you." I said, backing up.

"What the hell you talking about Wildcat? Of course you're coming with us! You belong with-" Creed roared in my face. I backed away from him.

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" I interrupted forcefully.

The crowed didn't like that. There was the unison growl as they moved closer to me and started to snatch at me.

"Guys! That isn't necessary-" Wanda couldn't be heard over the fight that broke out. I kicked and punched until I had my back up against the wall.

"I can't go with you!" I yelled to be heard. "I'm dangerous! I can hurt you-"

I felt a scratching at my mind, trying to take control. I look around and matched the psychic signature to a short black haired guy with lots of piercings. I pushed back his attempts mentally, but he physically stumbled back. He shook his head at Pietro, saying it wasn't going to work.

"Venom, get in there." Pietro ordered.

A boy stepped forward and raised his arms. From his forearms sprang out large curved thorns.

Realizing what he was going to do, Wanda stepped forward.

"No! 'Tro, this is Aly! You don't have to hurt her, just calm down and-" She pleaded with her brother.

"Be quiet Wanda."

"Listen to me-"

"I said to-"

"Leave her alone!"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Pietro roared and slapped his sister across the face.

A tense ring was in the air. Slowly, Wanda turned to her twin, eerily calm. All of a sudden rocks raised off of the ground and began pelting the mutants while roots sprang from the ground to wrap around the rest. Wanda surged towards me and grabbed my hand. We began to run.

"ALANTA!" Creed roared, ripping at the roots that tried to restrain him. He got free and ran at us.

"Now Venom!" Pietro shouted.

From above us fell the boy with the thorns. I was fast enough to drop and roll out of the way but Wanda wasn't. He sank his thorns deep into her back. She let out a horrible scream but then went limp and silent. Pietro nodded to one of his cronies and the other boy went and picked her up.

Once again I was cornered.

"You don't understand, I can't go with you." I begged. Venom moved closer to me. "I can't control her and she'll destroy you without a second thought. Please, believe me. Don't make me go unconscious."

"S'all right kid, you'll be fine once yer home." Creed said as he moved behind me to catch me.

"No I won't! Please just let me- ah!" I felt the thorns sink deep into my shoulder and a horrible stinging sensation. I tried to focus on the pain to keep me awake, but it was a losing battle. Just before I fell into the dark pit of my own mind, I saw a burning fire.

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Logan kicked in the door to Professor Xavier's office, interrupting the other X-men as they continued to debate what they were going to do about Scott's daughter. Everyone turned to him, and looked at him with shock. He was in bad shape. His face and most of his upper body and clothes were torn up as if scratched apart by a wild animal. Other parts of him were burnt and bruised. His healing factor was doing its best to repair the damage, but there was so much of it that it would take time. The most unexpected thing about his appearance was the teenage girl figure he held in his arms.

"Logan?" Professor Xavier asked, rolling his chair closer to him.

"I'm, sorry." Logan struggled to speak through his pain. "There were, too many. Thought I could, take them."

"What happened Logan?" Hank asked.

"Aly." At the sound of his daughter's name, Scott quickly came over and took the unconscious girl in his arms. Removing her hood and turning her face, he saw this wasn't Alanta.

"What happened, what's wrong with Alanta?" Scott asked, his voice shaking as he tried to remain calm.

"They took 'er." Logan answered sounding defeated. "Could only save this one, there were too many."

Scott went cold.

"Who? Who took her!" Scott asked forcefully, grabbing what remained of Logan's shirt. The other X-men and women grabbed their leader and pulled him back.

Logan looked at the taller man with a grim look.

"Creed."

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