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Scotland-shadows found

Adema opened his eyes and looked down at Rogue who looked serene as she slept wrapped in his trench coat and in his arms. He smiled and shook her lightly. She turned her head then looked up at him.
"Come on," he said nudging her. "We need to get back before anyone notices that we are gone."
"No," she whined. "I don't want to go back."
Adema chuckled. "Come on babes, we have too."
Rogue leaned in for a kiss but Adema quickly moved his face back then rolled away and got up. Feeling foolish and a little embarrassed Rogue got up and took the lead back to the mansion.

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"Okay class," Storm smiled. "Today we are traveling to Scotland to see the beauty of the castles. You all have your assignments and have been assembled in groups of five or six. Stay with your assigned teacher, you all will be scattered about different parts of the town, if you do get separated then head to the town square, I'll be keeping an eye out for any students."
Everyone filed into the Blackbird and they took off for rainy Scotland.
Elias rounded up the band; luckily they were grouped together with Logan as their teacher.
"Where are we based?" Eric asked looking at his paper.
"Some church just outside of town."
Zen chuckled. "Go figure; keep us as far away as possible."
"I don't know," Adema smiled. "I have heard about this church, they have a great cemetery."
They all stared at Adema then laughed. "You and your obsession with cemeteries."
Adema shrugged. "Hey, I like them."

The jet landed and they were all sent out to do their assignments. They all split up and took different vehicles to the sites they were located to go to.
Elias, Eric, Kurt, Adema, Zen and Logan got into their van and were taken to the gothic designed church. As they got out of the van they looked at the tall, ivy covered church.
"Holy…" Eric said in awe. "Well," he smiled at his friends. "Where do we start?"
Adema looked around and smiled as he saw the graveyard. "Nice grounds."
Everyone looked over, moss was sealing the lips of the tombstones, names and dates were lost forever. There were catacombs; some where the doors were barely holding onto the hinges for all that was scared.
The wrought iron fence that surrounded the graveyard wore the ivy veins as if they were a silk garment in a beauty pageant. Some of the tombstones were sunken and the coffins under the ground had obviously caved in on itself.
They made their way into the church. Pews were thrown about the sanctuary, the stained glass windows were shattered, the north and east walls looked as if they were torched years ago, the crosses on the wall were splintered, and the booths for confession looked as if someone went a little crazy with an axe.
"Can we say sacrilege?" Kurt said softly.
Adema chuckled. "Major." He nodded.
Elias nodded. "Okay, according to this we need to sketch the church and all its grounds… we need to get the basic history of this church and at least the history of five people buried here."
"Hey, I have to add this, I am pretty happy they gave us this assignment, I mean, all things considered, they put us together when they are usually trying to get apart, and they gave us this assignment compared to the pink rooms of some castles and other places." Zen said.
Suddenly the sanctuary was filled with the sounds of cursing and hollering. Doors were banging open and someone was running up the stairs.
A door by the north wall flew open; the wall seemed to shudder as a figure emerged still shouting.
She was tall, lean, with black jeans, a black tang top under a black vest and short hair under a backward cap. She looked up and stopped suddenly at the sight of the guys watching her.
Another figure ran after her but collided with her instead when she stopped. The follower was a tall man in blue jeans and a white tang top.
She spun around and pushed him off her and exploded into a heated argument in a different language.
The man looked at the other guys then started to argue back in the same language.
Finally she shook her head and started to walk off.
"Neesa," the man said, his long black hair flowing into his face, he pushed it back a little aggravated. "Don't do this."
"Why not?" she hissed. "I have had it with this place! I have had it with hiding! I have had it with lying!"
The man sighed but was determined to win. "I cannot let you leave this place! I have my reasons!"
"Well your reasons were fucked up a long time ago! And I mean a long time ago!"
Adema tilted his head starring at Neesa; she looked so familiar to him. Her edgy grey eyes, her long black hair, her whole feature screamed 'you know me!'… But did he?
Neesa turned to Adema and glared at him then her eyes widened with shock. "Adema!" she covered her mouth. "Holy shit! I thought you died!"
Adema arched an eye brow. "Do I know you?"
The man snorted. "Neesa, like he'd actually remember you."
Neesa pulled a dagger seemingly out of nowhere and threw it at the man. The force of the dagger thrusted it into the man's chest up to the hilt and sent him stumbling back.
"Mother of fuck!" Elias shouted.
"Shut the hell up Derek!" Neesa shouted.
Derek gained his balance and pulled the dagger out of his chest and looked at it. "That hurt Neesa."
"Really?" she asked. "I wouldn't know now would I?"
Derek sighed and tossed it back to her. She caught it and started to clean it with a rag from her back pocket.
Logan stood in front of the group now, an act like that tends to be a little unnerving in his eyes.
Neesa looked back at Adema as she sheathed her dagger back onto her belt. "You don't remember me?"
Adema shrugged. "I mean, you look familiar but I don't remember you."
Derek was looking down at the gap in his chest huffing a laugh. "See? I told you."
Neesa reached for her dagger again.
"I'm joking." Derek said looking up at her.
She slid her grey eyes back on Adema who seemed to be deep in thought. She smiled and raised a hand to his cheek.
Everyone gasped and her flesh made contact with his flesh and she remained standing, caressing his cheek lightly.
Adema closed his eyes, memories engulfing him. He remembered now, he remembered everything… this birth, his abandonment, and how he had seen Neesa in the social service building.

-Flash back-

They dragged him in by the scruff of his shirt collar and threw him into a chair by a huge office desk full of different pens and papers and files. The door was left open and he could see down the hall where a woman was standing. She looked maybe eighteen or nineteen with long black hair braided down her back, she was wearing an 18th century corset dress complete with fan in her hand. Her body looked made for that dress. She turned suddenly and looked over at him, he waved at her and she waved back then made her way down toward him.
"Happy Halloween," she said as she walked inside the office. "What are you suppose to be?"
"A homeless." He answered.
Neesa nodded. "Oh, you must be that special little boy I have been hearing so much about."
You've heard of me?" he asked a little flattered.
She nodded with a smile. "I have, they said a gorgeous little boy was running around town looking for a family to love him." She lifted her hand and touched his cheek. He gasped; he had already killed four people by touching them, or them touching him.
"You can't kill that which is already dead." She whispered. "Go out the back stairs and head for the east alley behind Joe's diner, wait there a couple of days and a man will come and get you. He'll give you a home to live in."
Adema closed his eyes basking in the warmth of her hand. Then it was gone, he quickly opened his eyes but she was nowhere in sight. He made a run for it, listening to everything she said; hoping she might be with the man she said would be there.
When Adema saw the jet and the professor, he instantly forgot all about the woman who touched him, the only one who had ever touched him.

-End flash back-

Adema thought now, was this woman who was caressing his cheek his mother?
"No she's not," Derek answered rubbing the flesh that had just grown over the wound Neesa had created. "She's not you're mother, she's mother to no one except maybe the demons that surround her."
In a liquid motion the dagger was out of her belt and into his chest again. He stumbled back and lost his balance, landing on the floor.
Neesa looked over at Logan who stared at her in surprise; even he hadn't sensed what she was going to do until after she did it. Neesa was baffling to Logan, she had no distinct scent, Derek smelled of roses and Cool Water cologne, but Neesa had no scent and she moved without any sound whatsoever, except when she stomped around.
Derek grunted but stayed on the floor wallowing in his new found pain.
Neesa looked back at Adema. "You remember now?"
Adema nodded. "I do, what did you mean when you said 'you can't kill that which is already dead'?"
She smiled up at him. "I'll tell you tonight."
"Tonight?" Logan asked, finding his voice. "We are heading back to the United States in a couple of hours."
Neesa shook her head. "No you're not."
"Yes we are," Logan said with a hint of frustration. "Look lady, I don't know who you are but if you think you can jeopardize-"
Neesa glared at him and he stopped. "Your jet will unrepentantly grow complications and your fellow teachers will not be able to figure out what the problem is causing you all to stay the night here. Due to the mutant prejudice here you will be force to sleep in a crummy Bed and Breakfast to whom the owner will have already raped six girls and two boys by the stroke of midnight." She smiled. "But it doesn't end there," she smirked as if she enjoyed this. "By the time the grandfather clock in the front foyer chimes three, twelve of you will be dead by the hands of Adema here working as a puppet by the man who did the raping. By the time the clock chimes four, three teachers will be fighting with Adema and they will all die but they get a fatal wound to Adema's abdomen. At the chime of six, everyone will be dead; Adema will come out of his manipulation and will realize what he has done before he too dies." She looked at them all and added. "But this doesn't have to happen of course."
"What do you mean this doesn't have to happen?"
"Well, you can come with me right now; therefore causing the jet to not malfunction therefore saving the life of everyone on this trip and therefore helping me save the lives of millions."
"Millions?"
"Well," Derek grunted. He had pulled the dagger out and the wound had already healed. "You see, we were sent here to recruit you, Adema and a man known as the Wolverine."
"Wait, why?" Adema asked. "Why just us two?"
"Because the least amount of people who know the better off we all are."
"Well my friends all now about it now."
"I can modify their brains, but the looks of it they have been modified many times before already."
Adema looked over at Elias who seemed completely shocked by the idea of someone modifying his brain.
"What do you mean?" Logan asked.
Derek looked down at the floor then moved his eyes to look at Logan. "Someone very powerful has been tampering with their minds, causing them to totally forget things. They have dealt with your mind as well Logan, everyone here saves for Neesa and I have had their minds modified."
"Do you know who did it and what they have modified?" Zen asked.
"I could look into one of your minds and find out." Derek smiled.
"But he needs your permission to look into your mind." Adema said.
Derek looked at the ground and nodded.
"Are you a mutant then?" Kurt asked.
"Hardly," Neesa smiled. "He was apart of an experiment. They used the brain fluids of a mutant to modify Derek here, it worked, partially, he can read minds, modify minds and explore modified minds, but he needs the permission of the person he is looking into to go inside their head."
"I am a failed experiment." He smiled very proud of it. "At least I was the last, after my failure I was thrown out and they quit their damn experimenting."
Neesa nodded. "So, if you two will come with us-"
"Whoa, whoa," Elias shook his head. "Go into my mind and tell me who was fucking with our minds!"
Derek nodded and walked over the goth, placing his hands on Elias's head and diving into the intricate web that was the chaotic mind of Elias.
After a long moment Elias threw his head back and let out a shout of pain. Derek dropped his hands and backed away, his eyes wide with shock and horror.
"Neesa," he said a little scared. "This just got a hell of a lot bigger."
Neesa tilted her head and arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean Derek?"
Eric grabbed Elias's arms steadying him.
"What did you see?"
Elias held his head, Derek had seen all of this, and he had let Elias see it, he had set it loose inside of Elias's mind.
"It's the professor." Elias said weakly. "The Professor has been toying us this whole time. The mansion isn't a school to help us, and he's not developing our powers to help mankind, he's using it to build an army to kill the non-mutants!"
Derek nodded and looked over at Neesa. "We need all the help we can get."
Neesa looked over at Adema. "Will you help us?"
Adema gulped and looked over at Logan who seemed skeptical about the whole situation, but nodded reluctantly. He always had a feeling that the Professor was hiding something, was this the proof Logan had been waiting for?