So I stayed with the Brotherhood. Over time I found I was more prone to anger and it became harder and harder for me to talk or think rationally before I did anything, so soon I stopped trying. I was still able to think when I wasn't too angry, but that was fine with me. I stuck to growling, snarling, and glaring, that kind of communication suited me.

And my name also. Magneto gave me the new name Predator, and pretty much everyone in the Brotherhood forgot my real name, besides me. I was still pestered by Jen in my sleep, memories of the school and my old life nagging me.

For the first year I was stuck in a cage most of the time, except when I was needed for an attack, and sometimes Magneto got bored and let me loose on cities for fun. I never thought about it, my priorities were to kill, kill, stay alive, and kill. But soon I became more loyal, occasionally hitting Pyro, but getting well adjusted with my life as a Brother.

Soon I had nothing more than instinct, and Magneto didn't put me in a cage anymore. He didn't need to, I was totally loyal to him, and a protector of the Brotherhood.

As dim as my mind was to everyone else, and even though I lived on instinct, I still kept my mind intact. I had memories of my whole life, I could still read and write, and though I acted like an animal I was as disciplined as the best soldier in the United States army.

Sometimes the thought came to mind that I was nothing more than a pet for Magneto, just a killer he lets loose on cities and then treated like an animal when I got back home, but I always dismissed the idea as soon as it came to mind.

I'll never forget the first, and last, time I fought the X Men. Pyro and I were supposed to 'disable' a huge supply building, which was great fun. Disabling pretty much meant do whatever you like as long As you don't leave anyone alive or anything in tact, and it was great to practice destructive skills that you needed to be good at if you were in the Brotherhood.

Pyro and I eventually got over our first impressions, becoming partners when we found out we were great at working together on the job. We were often sent on these types of missions, and we loved them, though usually it was just a factory or small town, but we especially enjoyed supply buildings, as they had so much stuff to destroy.

But right in the middle of the job we were interrupted by the arrival of the X Men in their silver jet. Magneto had kept me hidden from the X Men so far, which was fine by me. I wasn't really interested in them, though it was still upsetting I hadn't yet managed to go one-on-one with one of them.

But there was nothing for it this time. As much as he boasted Pyro couldn't take Scott, Ororo, Logan, and Kurt on all at once, and I was the only other member of the Brotherhood there.

"Aw, we haven't even reached the nuclear stuff yet. Can't you guys just wait a bit?" Pyro asked. Scott frowned.

"What do you mean by 'we'? Where are your friends?" he asked. I was currently swinging above them on some beams in the high-ceiling store-room, out of sight of the X Men. I watched as Pyro laughed, then he nodded, letting me make my entrance.

"Yeah, there is someone else here," he said. "Her." I leapt down, landing on all four and turned to face them. Needles to say, I wasn't who they were expecting. Ororo gasped, and all of their eyes went wide.

"Jen?!" Kurt said, Logan's mouth was hanging open and Scott had gone pale. I didn't say anything, I hadn't said anything in a couple of months, so Pyro introduced me.

"She's the Predator, there's no Jen in this place." He said. Logan glared at him, then looked at me as if to laugh and shout "April Fools!" and kill Pyro then lose my now permanent glowing orange eyes and claws and teeth. It didn't happen, and as the realization sunk in the X Men slowly went back to near normal.

Scott aimed a blast at us, but we were ready for that, each diving a different way. I leapt up onto the giant shelves that held the orders heading out, and raced up them, jumping across to another row every once in a while. Kurt and Logan followed me while Ororo and Scott chased after Pyro.

I had no problem losing Logan, but Kurt was annoyingly hard to shake as I ran and jumped from shelf to shelf, but he just kept right behind me. Suddenly I ran out of shelves and almost slipped off the last one in the row. Instead I jumped down to the floor.

Then a shot rang out, and I felt the breeze of a bullet whizzing by my head. It was a worker we hadn't gotten yet, and he had a gun. I roared at him, scaring the small man pretty badly. Jumping over to him I grabbed the gun and threw it away, then turned the guy around and held him close, my claws pressing into his skin.

Magneto had told me that if there was ever and innocent nearby and the X Men attacking, use the human as a shield. They didn't make sacrifices like that. I backed up to a wall to make sure Kurt didn't teleport behind me, and a second later he appeared in front of me, hands up.

"Jen!" he cried. I growled and pressed harder on the man's throat, blood appearing and running down the guy's shirt. He whimpered and was as pale as a ghost. Kurt backed off.

"Vy are you helping Pyro?" Kurt asked. God he was a stupid little elf. I growled then ducked and grabbed the mans ankles, throwing him into Kurt. Immediately I jumped at him as the man knocked him off his feet and into a big box of door knobs.

I grabbed Kurt's hair, finding he had been knocked unconscious. It made it easier to kill him, if he had been awake he'd vanish. That was the annoying thing about teleporters, you can hardly ever catch them. I looked at him, wondering if I should make it quick and simple at the neck or slit open his stomach and let him regain conscious to see me grinning at him, while no amount of teleporting could save him. But before I could make up my mind Logan found us.

"Hey kid, get away from him!" Logan cried angrily, running down the rack. I went to stab Kurt, but Logan ran into me, literally, so all I did was a long deep scratch in Kurt's side. It might be enough, though, because he might bleed to death before he got any help. So now I was stuck making sure he didn't leave until he was dead, and Logan was in my way.

We crashed into the wall, and I struggled to get up, but Logan grabbed my ankle, bringing me crashing down. I snarled and stuck my claws into his face, and he roared in pain and backed away, though the wounds healed instantly.

If you think battling a teleporter is annoying try going one-on-one with someone who not only had foot long claws but the ability to heal from pretty much every wound you can inflict. Also, I can't heal. Any wound Logan gives me stays, and bleeds, and slows me down somewhat.

I got up and crouched, watching Logan stand up, claws extended. He growled when he saw what I had done to Kurt, and I growled right back. A ways away we could hear a battle going on between Pyro and Scott and Storm.

Logan jumped forward, and I kicked him backwards, but didn't do a good job. He grabbed my foot and swung me up into the rack, and I hit it so hard the whole thing fell over, crashing into the next rack and creating a domino effect. Logan decided to warn his friends.

"SCOTT! STORM!" He bellowed. "FALLING RACKS COMING YOUR WAY!" We heard several shouts, and as one rack fell two beams shot out, one red light and the other fire. I struggled to get up, but Logan pounced, pinning me down in the mess with one set of claws at my throat and the other out, ready to swing down and kill me. I glared up at him, totally at his mercy. He glared back, knowing he had the power.

He was too hesitant. Magneto decided that my tail should be a weapon after II used it to free myself from Pyro the night we met. He had made a special blade the fit on my tail. After a while wearing it I had gotten used to it, and rarely took it off. Today I found a good use for it, driving into Logan's back and before he could kill me I flipped my tail up with all the strength I could muster, throwing him back off me.

I struggled to get up, and spun around to face Logan, who was also getting up. I was cut in several places and had massive bruises appearing, and my tail waved dangerously behind me as I stood, ready for Logan's attack. We were both breathing heavily, and I had a bit of Logan's blood on my tail blade. He looked at me, then pointed one claw at my collar, which Magneto had never bothered to take off me.

"What the hell is that?" he asked. I starred at him, silent. He looked exasperated. "You don't know? I'll tell you what that is, that's a damn collar for a pet. That's all you are to Magneto, a pet mutant who is good at killing. I thought you were more than just somebody's pet." I glared at him. I haven't spoken in months, but there comes a time when you have to break your silence for a bit.

"Shut up, you don't know anything. I'm not a pet, I'm a member of the Brotherhood of Mutants. The collar is in case I get too angry and can't control myself, it's for my and everyone else's good." Logan snorted.

"You're kidding yourself, but as long as your in the Brotherhood, then you're my enemy." He said. I nodded, acknowledging his challenge, and we both flew at eachother.

For a few moments we fought, but it seemed like eternity. Then, in the middle of it, Logan froze. I was confused, covered in my own blood from all of the cuts I had received, and had no idea why Logan had suddenly stopped attacking me.

Then the metal doorknobs on the floor started to rise, and I understood. Magneto was here, and he could pretty much make Logan do what he wanted, including making him stop attacking me.

"Well, you certainly destroyed the ware-house." Magneto laughed, stepping through the mess on the floor and patting me on the shoulder, which had a cut on it. I winced, and Logan shot me an 'I told you so' look. I glared at him, then looked at Magneto and pointed to Kurt, who was lying on the floor, barely breathing.

"Oh, you actually got the teleporter? Good job. Where is Pyro?" I pointed across the huge room, but it seemed that Pyro, Storm, and Scott had vanished.

"They were there," I grunted. Magneto gave me a look.

"Started talking again?" I shrugged. "Well then, go find him, and kill anyone who gets in your way." I nodded and ran off, not looking at Logan. I heard Magneto slam him into the far wall, talking softly.

I went to where I last saw Pyro, and found the whole place was burned. Then I saw more burn marks next to a doorway, the door was blown completely off. Pyro must have retreated to somewhere he wasn't a sitting duck.

I walked through the doorway and down a short hallway, then found myself in a smaller store room that appeared as messed up as the large one I had just left. Nothing was moving, so I turned to leave.

Then I heard moaning, coming from a piled of heavy boxes that were in a heap. I walked over and dug through for a moment, but instead of finding Pyro I found Ororo looking at me. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with fear. I looked down, not glaring or feeling anything. It was strange, I didn't want to kill her. She was totally helpless, and I didn't want to hurt her. Instead I dug her out of the heavy junk that had fallen on her. She stared at me for a second.

"I'm still with Magneto," I said gruffly, "In case that's what you're thinking about starring at me like that." She frowned.

"I thought you wanted to kill us," she said. Yeah, I thought that to.

"Where is Pyro?" I asked. She looked at me, so I grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Where the hell is he? And Scott?" I glared at her fiercely and bared my fangs.

"John ran out of the room, Scott-" Just then Scott stepped through the door, saw me shaking Ororo, and blasted me into a huge pile of empty boxes. It hurt like hell, and I struggled to stand up. I caught a glimpse of Ororo, who scrambled to her feet. "Wait!" she cried, moving in front of me. Scott looked as startled as I felt.

"What do you mean wait?" he said, completely taken aback. "She was attacking you!"

"No, she was asking where John was." Storm said. I tried to grab something to help me up, my whole side felt like it was on fire, probably was.

"John? I lost him, got a good shot off though," Scoot said. I suddenly found a hold and stood up, leaning on the wall for support. The two X Men turned to look at me.

"Jen?" Storm said quietly. I glared at them.

"It's. Predator." I managed to get out. Then I slowly walked towards the door, which both adults were in front of. "Get.out.of my way." I gasped. Ororo moved, but Scott didn't budge. I managed to stand up a little straighter.

"Get out of my way," I said more firmly. But Scott just stood there. I started to go around, but he moved in front.

"You're not going anywhere." He said. I was aware it was two against one, that I had a hard time walking, and that Magneto would be expecting me back soon, and I had to meet him.

"I need to find Pyro." I said. "Get out of my way."

"No," Scott said simply. I tried to push him out of my way, but he pushed me back, making me lose my balance and fall to the floor. Ororo looked unsure of what to do, and I caught her eye as I tried to stand up. She gasped.

"Scott! Her eyes!" Storm said. I wondered what she was talking about. "Her eyes aren't orange anymore! They're dark red!" This startled me so much I almost fell over again, only Ororo caught me. I looked down at my hands in utter shock, then licked my teeth. My claws and fangs were gone.

"Jen?" Ororo asked softly. I stared at my hands, not believing it. Magneto had said the serum would last forever, I would always have orange eyes and claws and fangs. What was going on?

"Jen?" Ororo asked again. I looked up at her slowly. I couldn't remember why I was so loyal to Pyro and Magneto.

"Yes?" I asked, my voice was regular, like a teenage girl's would be, how it used to be. I heard Scott take a sharp intake of air. He spun me around to face him, nearly making me throw up.

"Predator?" he asked. Predator? What? Why was that my name? I never wanted it.

"It's.it's Jen."

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