I hate Mystique. She brought the Brotherhood together for no reason other than to get at the X-men. At first it had been about helping Magneto protect mutants against the humans; now all she cared about was fighting the X-men. She was crazy, I could tell the second she walked through the door. It wasn't just how she looked physically, I could see it in her eyes. Something had happened on Asteroid M, and she wanted to kill Magneto for it.

She couldn't do it herself, so she freed Wanda from the hospital to do it for her.

Wanda.

The only other member of my biological family. She stood there in the doorway, looking at me, and then she exploded with rage.

Energy crackled the air as she attacked me and the rest of the Brotherhood. She had gone through some changes in the hospital, that's for sure!

Her attacks were infinitely stronger, she showed us no mercy.

Mystique was so proud. She shrugged off my concerns for our safety and gloated about having a new weapon against the X-men and Magneto.

I wanted to choke her until she turned blue.er, well you know what I mean.

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Our mother left us once she found out that Wanda was a mutant. We had all lived together for years before father showed up. We just came home from school one day, and father was in the living room, waiting for us.

It was pleasant for awhile, this man we were supposed to call "father" moved in and helped mom take care of us. He was always nice, if a little intimidating.

I hadn't realized it then, but whenever weird things started to happen, they always happened when Wanda got mad. She got mad a lot, she had a bad temper (and still does!). It took a while before our parents caught on, but when they did.

I don't know why, but our mother left us. For some reason, she couldn't bear to know that her children were mutants. She didn't even say goodbye, she just left a note that said "I'm sorry, but it's better this way."

Man, if mom could see her little mutie babies now, huh?

Wanda's a gothed out maniac and I'm an egotistical criminal. We're both mutants, we're both proud of it, too.

Father took care of us, but Wanda blamed him for mother leaving us. She couldn't control her powers or her anger, she had nearly killed us several times before father took direct action.

Kicking and screaming, she was dragged into the hospital.

Father was saddened, I could tell, but he assured me it was for the best.

I never wanted Magneto to put Wanda in the hospital, but what could I do at seven years old, huh? Use my super-whining powers against him? I couldn't help her then, but maybe I could help her now.

She had gone into the bathroom, and started cutting off her hair.

I tried to complement her on the new haircut. She wanted to hurt me.

I tried to explain my position to her. She tried to hurt me.

I tried to get her to see it from Magneto's point of view. She did hurt me.

"Monsters don't have a point of view! And you're just like him, you always were!"

That cut me deep. I didn't want to be like Magneto.

But even I could see that it was already too late.