Disclaimer - I do not own X-Men: Evolution in any way, shape or form. I do own Adam Jensen and Ben. I will not make any money off this story.

Prologue

Mist wove its soft fingers throughout the town, weaving in and out of every crevice giving it an eerie quality. It moved ghostlike through the night until it covered the ground like a blanket.

The streetlights seemed to dim casting more shadows over the already dark streets. Ducking between shadows a young girl dressed in black made her way towards a stately looking building.

She moved quickly, almost predatorily through the night as if it was her playground. Once she reached the building she expertly scaled the fire escape ladder and crawled into an open window. The room she landed in was tidy and large, like all of the houses along this block.

She snorted in disgust at all the rich looking decorations that were scattered everywhere. Ignoring riches that she could obtain from this room she walked out of that room and went in search of the master bedroom.

In the hallway she could here the sounds of people having fun at what sounded like a dinner party. Looking down the hallway she could see a soft light emanating out of the room that she needed to go into.

"Damn" she muttered under her breath.

Things were not going as easily as she hoped but she had to finish what she had started so she crept towards the door and gently pushed it open. She was expecting to hear screams or at least some display of surprise but she heard nothing. That worried her.

Carefully she looked around the room and spied what she was looking for. A small smile appeared on her face as she walked over to the dresser where there was a wooden statue that looked unimportant.

"They don't even know what it is" she grinned.

She picked it up and quickly put it in the small shoulder bag she had with her. It was then that she got that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her something was wrong.

She cocked her head to one side and her eyes glazed over. Reaching out with her mind she looked for what was wrong. When she found nothing she quickly backed out of the room and made her way back to the room that she first entered.

"Leaving so soon?" a voice inquired.

The girl froze, her eyes widening in surprise as she turned around to face who ever was behind her.

"The party has been a bit much" she lied through gritted teeth.

"Very understandable. Now if you would please hand over the statue and I can let you leave without calling the police."

The voice belonged to a young man dressed in label clothing and delicately puffing on a cigar. The very sight of him made her feel sick and she knew why, the guy was dying and he didn't even know it.

"I don't have anything" she told him indignantly, placing her hands on her hips.

"I did warn you" he replied before bringing out a phone and dialling the police.

She couldn't leave without the statue but she couldn't risk getting caught. Without a second thought she ran to the window and jumped out onto the fire escape. She heard the guy protest and try to grab her but she was down the fire escape and running down the street before he had a chance to get her.

She ran for all she was worth until she felt as if she was going to collapse. Rounding a corner she found herself faced with the police.

"Good evening, officers" she said politely but she knew that it was too late.

Before waiting for a reply she took off running again but she was tiring and she knew that she couldn't go much further.

Glancing behind her she saw two policemen gaining on her and it was then that she turned down a dark alley and hid against the wall, praying with all her heart that they wouldn't see her.

The policemen followed her down the alley and she hunkered down against the wall. She watched as they scratched their heads in astonishment.

"She came down here, I'm sure of it" one of them said.

"I don't think we should say anything about this, okay?" the other said.

The girl stared at them in shock not understanding what was happening. She was certain that if she could see them they most certainly be able to see her. She moved slightly to watch them walk out into the street and accidentally knocked into a can which clattered to the ground. She prepared herself to fight but when they kept walking she backed against the wall and sat down.

"What the hell?" she asked herself.

"Nice trick. How long have you been able to do that?"

She turned and saw a forlorn looking man standing behind her. He looked about nineteen or twenty and he reeked of alcohol. His eyes were a bleary grey colour and his light brown hair looked very messy.

"You can see me?"

"Not really but I know you are still there. You're not a teleporter, well I don't think you are so I assume you can blend into your surroundings or you can stop people from seeing you. But then again I'm not an expert on mutants."

"I'm not a mutant" she began to protest.

"Yeah, you are. Don't worry I'm not going hurt you or anything. In fact I think I can help you" the guy said.

"Why should I trust you?" she asked with suspicion creeping into her voice.

"You don't have to. I can't even see you at this moment but I know some other mutants and they would be happy to help you. That is if you want help" the guy said.

The girl walked towards him and as she did she felt something change in her body.

"Ah, I can see you now" the guy said as he kept a hand against the wall to stop himself from falling.

"Are you all right?"

"No but it's not your problem. I have demons of my own. Now if you would kindly tell me your name and why you are running from the police I may be able to help you" he said as he swayed slightly.

"I have to be somewhere" she said cautiously but with practise ease she sent her mind out at him.

She felt massive amounts of grief that was slightly covered with strong sincerity.

"Thea Marsden" she gave her name.

"Ben. Ben Conner" he said before passing out.