"Erik?"  Magneto looked up, sitting on a bus stop bench.  He caught sight of Mystique in the blond girl disguise.  He turned back to watching for the bus.  "What are you doing here?"

            "I could ask the same thing for you."

            "I was going to the car.  She somehow escaped."

            "Did Charles find you?"

            "No, he's unaware."

            "Well, she'll be on the closest transportation."

            "How do we know what that is?"

            "We don't."

            Deja and the woman noticed the bus slowing down.  Deja felt as if a memory was flooding up, but she couldn't remember.

            "If we miss her, Pyro will find her."

            "He's here?" asked Mystique.

            "We should have known."  The two observed as the bus in front of them stopped.

            Deja looked as two people entered.  Her heart jumped, seeing the old man who drugged her and a younger, blond girl.

            The bus doors opened.

            'I'm trapped.'  Deja gasped, realizing it had been a vision.  She jumped up from the bench.  She turned, spotting an empty seat in the back of the bus, and scurried over.

            Magneto climbed up the stairs.

            Deja maneuvered passed the person who was seated closer to the aisle, against his will, and plopped herself down, ducking her head.

            Mystique joined him.

            The two mutants looked around the bus.  "Do you see her?" Mystique asked despairingly.  Magneto shook his head.

            They were sitting in the seat she had been just a while ago.  The woman with red hair had disappeared.  'Can they see me?  No.'  She spent the rest of the ride in silent panic.  But they couldn't see her, she knew they couldn't.  She kept her head down and faced towards the window.  It was thirty minutes until Magneto and Mystique left.  Relief.

            "You might want to wake up."  Deja shut her eyes tighter.  "Wake up," someone whispered in her ear.  Her eyes fluttered.

            "Hi?" she asked innocently, asking 'yes' in Japanese.  Someone nudged her.  Warm air was being blown in her direction.  "Mmm," she groaned angrily.  "So tired."

            "Hey, girlie."

            Deja's eyes shot open, she saw the vision of someone looking at her.  She turned in her seat.  It was him.  It was that boy who tried to kill her so many times.  Her brain froze, not knowing what to do.

            "Give it back."

            There was an exit.  There was one behind her, on the back wall of the bus.  She must have fallen asleep on the bus.  Where was she?  There was an exit, she just knew it.

            "Now."

            She bit her lip, thinking of her chances.  The bus wasn't stopping.

            She bent a leg up real close and shot it out, managing to kick him into the neighboring row, Pyro being too surprised to react.  She bolted out of her seat and pulled on the emergency exit of the bus.  "Hey!" the driver yelled.  The door flew open and she leapt out, rolling on the ground to avoid injury and getting back up a car hit her.  As she streaked away she didn't know where she was going, all she knew is that it was away.

            "Wait!" Pyro yelled after her, stopping at the new door in the moving bus.  The driver slammed the breaks, and Pyro was thrown off it.

            Deja ran into a back alley, spotting a dumpster.  'Why did he come after me?  Give it back.'  She dug her hands into his jacket and pulled out his lighter, which she stole.  'Did he come back for this stupid thing?'

            Pyro, a little battered from his fall, ran into the alley after her, stopping as he spotted her holding the lid of a dumpster open.  "You're lighter is in there," she said in her accent, slamming the lid shut and escaping.

            "Hey!" he half-yelled.  Running towards the dumpster and opening it.  "I can't believe I'm doing this."

            Deja whipped off his jacket, throwing it on the ground just after she removed the gun.  If only she hadn't thrown the bo away before she entered the bus.  She wasn't good with guns.  She also kept his lighter, which she hadn't thrown in the dumpster like she said she had.

            I don't want to die.

            She threw off the memories and kept running, trying to find a way out of the allies and back into the street where she could blend in without his jacket.  'How am I supposed to hide this stupid gun?'

            She paused, trying to choose which path.  She knew one led to a dead end, and one led to the street.  'Which one?  Why can't I see?'  She looked from one to the other desperately.  'Which one?  Which one?'

            "Hey!"  Her eyes darted back but returned to the paths.  The boy must have chosen to leave his lighter.  She sensed him stop behind her, out of breath.  "Listen, you-"  She turned around and fired the gun emotionlessly.  "WOAH!"  He dodged it again.  She growled, shooting twice more only to have him evade the darts.

            "Why won't you die!?"  She wanted a bo.  She looked around; there was only trash and old newspapers.  'Fine.  I'll fight him with my hands.'

            "Now, listen."  His mouth fell open as she bound forward.  Her hands started swishing around him, striking him again and again.  "Get off!" he snarled, trying to lock her hands.  He caught one but she moved with what seemed to him as unnatural speed.  She managed to bend around him as he still gripped her hand so it twisted his arm.  'Once again, I'm getting my ass kicked by this fucking girl.'  She snaked out of his grasp and started great kicks.  Pyro had seen ninja movies, but he had no idea how to fight someone like this.

            They were distracted.  "Pyro," someone called.  It was a somewhat female voice, but strange to the ears.

            "Here's your stupid lighter!" Deja hissed, hurling his lighter as far as she could in the opposite direction and choosing the left path.

            "Deja?"  Deja stopped her running on the crowded street.  "Deja?"  She looked around and saw the woman who paid for her.  "Deja, they want to help you?"

            "Them?"

            "No, them."

            Deja's twitched.  She had been running on a crowded street, but she halted due to some weird daydream.  Just then a voice entered her head.  "Deja.  Deja, it's ok.  We're not trying to hurt you?'  She threw her hands on her head.  How could someone be talking to her?  'Deja.  Over here.'  Deja looked up.  She saw a man in a wheelchair staring right at her from across the street.  She didn't know why but she was drawn to him and she quickly crossed the road.

            "Who are you?"

            "I'm Professor Charles Xavier.  I tried to give you medical attention back at my school.  Before."

            Deja couldn't think.  There were too many thoughts.  Too many memories that didn't belong to her.

            "Deja, I believe there could be something dangerously wrong with your powers.  Connected to whatever happened in the prison."

            "How do you know?" she whispered, her mind becoming foggy.

            "I can offer protection from the mutant that's been chasing you.  Magneto."

            'The boy is Magneto?  You can trust me.  No, I can't.  Yes, I can.  No.'  Deja shuddered as the thoughts started to become wildly disorganized.  She shut her eyes.  'Let it pass.'

            In a moment the mental collapse receded and she could think again.  She looked back at the blunt mutant in front of her.

'We're here to help,' he whispered in her mind.  She watched as other mutants joined him.  Astonishment, fear.  She saw the mutant that killed her, no the mutant hadn't killed her.  He had killed her grandmother.  He killed Yuriko.

"You," she hissed, stepping away.

"No, Deja, you don't understand," Charles said, suddenly seeing a little of what was going on in her mind.

"You."  Deja looked at the mutant in the wheelchair.  Charles felt waves of hatred fall on him as her eyes looked at him, feeling as if he betrayed her.  She was deceived.

And with that she began to run again.  Always running.

Storm was going to go after her but the professor held her back.  "No, Storm.  Not yet.  I have to face her one on one."

Pyro watched her from a distance, Magneto and Mystique behind him.  He flicked his lighter open, then shut.  Magneto spoke.  "Mystique, you and I need to distract Charles.  Then again, this one doesn't seem to be able to catch a little girl."

"I can do it," Pyro said with new resolve.  "And I will.  Today."

"Fine," a tired Magneto sighed.

Deja held back the drained tears as she kept running.