Mystique, disguised as Kitty, patted her satiated stomach affectionately. Lazily, she let her eyes look at Rogue and Jubilee, who lied on their beds as well. "I... am so stuffed," Jubilee burped. Rogue and Mystique laughed at the image before them. Jubilee looked like a beached whale, lying on the top of her sheets, one arm limply draped over a large pink pillow.

The shape shifter smiled to herself. She had never experienced anything like this before: friendship. Never had Mystique even imagined that she would actually have feelings besides loathe and disgust for any member of the X-Men! Especially girls. Sighing out loud, she realized that she had become friends with the enemy and there was nothing that she could do.

Mortimer slunk silently through the green foliage. The day was slowly dwindling into night and soon, Mort would be completely concealed by the blackness. In a few hours, he would be able to spy inside the mansion from the windows. Hopefully, he would find Mystique.

Seeing as there would be nothing to do for another few hours, Mortimer allowed himself to drift into a light sleep. "No harm in takin' a kip," he yawned. Laying against the brick wall, hidden in by the projections of the trees, Mortimer fell into an alert asleep.

Charles Xavier directed his automatic wheelchair toward the girls' dorms. The smooth, black wheels made no sound as he traveled through the halls. Soon, he came to his destination: Kitty Pryde's room. Xavier lightly tapped on the door and awaited an answer.

Rogue groaned from her bed as she heard a knock on the door. "Someone get it," she yawned. When she received no reply, Rogue turned her head to look at her sleeping friends. She growled, seeing that no one else was planning to get it. Languidly, she rolled off of her bed and paced to the door.

Mystique watched Rogue intently as she walked toward the door. Raising herself off her bed a bit, Mystique took a small glance at Jubilee, and saw that she was asleep. Hastily, but in practiced silence, Mystique unlatched the nearest window and pushed it open.

Rogue, her back to her friends, opened the door somewhat groggily. Immediately, she perked up, "Oh! Hello Professor X. What can I do for you?" Rogue smiled as her teacher's soft expression became even warmer. "Good day, Rogue. Is Kitty in?" Rogue nodded, "Yes, Professor- One sec. Kit..." But when she turned around, Kitty was gone.

The imposter dropped from the windowsill and bent her knees to absorb the impact. Gracefully, Mystique landed on the soft grass and looked back up to the open window. All Clear. Quickly, she spun around and dashed away into the protection of the trees.

The shape shifter pressed up against the brick wall and breathed heavily. She knew that Xavier would catch on to her. Somehow, she knew that he was the one at the door. Closing her eyes for a minute, she recollected her situation. Suddenly, a large hand grasped her mouth and the other hand clasped her right knee from between her legs. Whoever this was, they knew how to stop someone for as long as they could.

A soft voice floated into Mystique's ears and told her to be quiet. She could recognize that beautiful British accent anywhere. Slowly, Mystique transformed. Kitty Pryde's body was replaced with deep blue scales; her chocolate, shoulder-length hair disappeared and fluidly transformed into a vibrant red. The small breasts the belonged to the teenager were now replaced- much to Mystique's relief. In a moment, the innocent X-Man had turned into the deadly, yet alluring member of the Brotherhood.

Mortimer smiled as he took his hand away from Mystique's mouth and let go of her knee. He watched as her unique yellow eyes twinkled with a mix of excitement and malice. Mort knew that she would succeed in killing the girl, but now what was going on? He stared at her, giving her his full attention, which was very difficult for him to do.

Mystique stared into Toad's liquid eyes; she revealed to him their problem. "Xavier knows something is wrong. I can't be Shadowcat any longer." Mort stared at her, the slightest bit of worry creeping onto his face. He spoke, letting his accent claim every word for his own, "So who's next up for killin'? Surely you could dispose of the other friend, right?"

To his dismay, the shape shifter shook her head. He didn't know that Mystique was apprehensive about killing the other girl- how could he? But to Mystique, Jubilee wasn't just 'the other friend'. Jubilee was... her friend. The blue mutant bit her tongue and came up with a suitable reply, "If Xavier knows that 'Kitty' has gone bad, he'll make sure to keep track on Marie and Jubilee..."

"I didn't know you were on a first name basis with the enemy." Toad slyly commented. Mystique ignored the remark and pressed on, "I think it would be wise to take the place of someone that Xavier already trusts. Like..." The female mutant thought for a moment, remembering every person she had encountered inside the mansion. Who would be perfect? Who would...

"I've got it," she breathed. "Tonight, I will dispose of Jean Grey."