Chapter Five: Terror of the Mind

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Though they put their very best efforts in to it, they simply could not defeat her. Any physical attack was blocked by a shield, including Storm's efforts to freeze her. Even Jean's psychic attacks were useless, as Jean couldn't even touch Anya's mind.

"I have been gracious to you simply because you are also mutants." Anya stated, beginning to walk away. "I will not be so compassionate next time."

Cyclops noticed that there was a propane tank in an all-too-convenient place near Anya.

Naturally, he shot at it.

And of course, it blew up in a cloud of fire, as would be expected.

But fire, fire, that terrible substance. There was no way Scott could have known the reaction Anya would have to fire.

She screamed.

An appalling shriek of utter horror that would be memorable forever echoed through the empty space.

She was not damaged by the flames, but her mind was struck in utter confusion in that moment. Finally, her scream died out with the inferno, and she fell on to the smooth ground with a solid whump.

"What... What just happened?" Rouge asked in a daze.

"I don't know." Cyclops answered. "But we had better get her back to the Professor before she wakes up."

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Mouse was absolutely stunned that the X-men had actually managed to retrieve Anya. Moreover, she was shocked that Anya was brought back unconscious. Mouse couldn't even imagine how they had managed that.

"Who is she?" Mouse asked innocently, walking up behind Beast, who was sitting by Anya's medical bed.

"Hm? Oh, Mouse. It's you." He seemed to have been snapped out of a thought.

"Yes, I know who I am, but who is she?" Mouse asked, tilting her head with a slight frown.

"We don't know."

"You don't know?"

"There are no records of her anywhere." Beast sighed.

"Oh." Mouse's feigned innocence was hardly convincing to the tired-and-getting-crabby doctor.

"Mouse, would you mind keeping an eye on her for the rest of tonight? I'm very tired, and it is very late." Beast rubbed his eyes.

"Okay. Have a nice sleep!" Mouse patted Beast on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I'll notify Professor Xavier as soon as she wakes up."

"Thank you." Beast said, leaving the infirmary with a tired pace.

"You'd almost think that he needed to sleep or something." She said to herself, sitting on the chair that Beast had abandoned. "Huh."

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It was three days later that Anya woke up. It happened to be very convenient for Mouse, because Anya woke up when Xavier was coming to see how she was doing.

"Looks like she's all yours, prof!" Mouse said with a grin, leaving the room quickly.

"That... Is not..." Xavier seemed to be at a loss for words.

"Who are you?" Anya asked fearfully. Her mannerism was so different than before that Xavier would not have believed her to be the same person. She was acting like a frightened child, trapped in a strange place.

"Do not worry, I will not harm you." He said in a calming tone.

"Where am I? Where's Mama and Papa?" She asked, glancing around the room apprehensively with wide eyes.

"Your parents?" Xavier paused a moment to try and formulate a proper response. "I'm afraid that I do not know. May I help you find them?"

Anya gazed at him with halfway tearful, halfway suspicious eyes. "You can help me?"

"I would be delighted to help you. But first, you must tell me your name." Xavier replied with a smile he would have shown to a young child.

"I'm Anya." She stated. "Anya Lehnsherr. Who are you?"

Xavier was startled for a moment, but he covered it with another smile. "I am Professor Charles Xavier, and I believe we can find your father soon."

"What about Mama?" She asked with round eyes.

"Your mother is..." He searched his mind for the right word. "Missing."

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Ack! What happens next? Obviously, someone is NOT going to be happy with the outcome... Eeek! Tell me what you think in a review!