Hello. . . again. I really can't come to sypithize F.F.net at this particular moment. I come home a week ago, open up my inbox, and find a letter from the staff at F.F.net! naturualy, I'm a little concerned about it. When I open the letter, I found that the story was taken of because "it violated a policy". Well, now I'm not violating any policies, am I?

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It has been 2 years after Apocalypse's death. Magneto went with him. The Brotherhood were disbanded for a while, but later found out that they were made for each other. Remy became the leader of the Acolytes and proceeded to recruit new members. Pietro became the leader of the Brotherhood, and also recruited new mutants. Xavier proceeded to recruit new members as well.

Logan and Ororo were wed, and had a young child that resembled a tiger. The Acolytes recruited a few teens to do their biding. Xavier recruited new mutants with powers such as control over fire, earthquakes, and healing. Colossus was about to leave the Acolytes after he got his family back, but decided to stay to be near his best friend and new recruit to the Acolytes, Yuri. Scott has taken the place of Logan as leader of the X-Men for his recent victory over Apocalypse, and Jean was awarded the place of 'second in command'. They are responsible for training sessions while Kurt is in charge of teaching.

Most of the previously new recruits of the x-men left, due to their parents wishes. The Brotherhood has new recruits with such powers as control over earth and fire. The Acolytes have three new recruits, one with the power to control dark energy and shoot it at her enemies, one who can control electricity, along with people's minds to some extent, and the last being able to make people see things that aren't there. Before the Acolytes had the new recruits, they had tried a few failed attempts at world domination. One of them came extremely close, but failed when the new X-Men attacked them. Without the aid of Magneto, it seemed as though the only option left was to disband. That was before they met some of the most powerful teenagers the world has ever known. . .

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The Slums of England

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A teenage girl was running down an alley, sweat dripping from her brow. She could hear sirens in the distance, and didn't bother thinking about who the were for. She carried a small bag in her arms. She dared not look in it, for fear that it would slow her down.

She remembered the house that she had stole it from. It was a big house, much nicer than any one of the other houses on the dank streets. It was filled with expensive items, but none was more precious than the diamonds in the safe located behind a painting in the bedroom.

Elle had waited until the residents had all left before entering the house. She was amazed at the sheer beauty of it all.

The golden necklaces in the kitchen, the tablecloth in the dining room, even the silverware was the greatest she had ever seen. She finally walked into the bedroom, where she was promptly attacked by a cat. 'No matter' she thought.

Her eyes started to glow red and her hands began to give off a kind of black aura. She simply pointed her finger at the cat, and it flew halfway across the room.

She discarded the cat and began turning over everything in the room that wasn't nailed down. At last, she reached the painting.

Using every skill ever taught to her, she managed to crack the code on the safe and retrieve the treasure inside.

She put it in a bag and began to run.

She ran right out the window, but landed in a crouching position as if she had done it a hundred times before.

As she ran, she heard sirens and ran even faster. She finally decided to go into the small alleys where the police would never be able to catch her, let alone find her.

As she turned a corner, she ran straight into a tall man with a brown trench coat.

"Bravo, Cherie. Nicely done. Probably coulda done without killin' the cat, though. I like you, Cherie. That's why I'm gunna let you in on a little secret. I'm formin' a new group of young people like yourselves. With the same skills, of course. What do you say?

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"It either trust me, or trust the cops."

"I'll go with the first one."

"Good choice"

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Winchester, England

The noise was deafening. There were sirens and alarms going off in every direction. In the midst of it all stood a young girl, around 16. Guards were coming to take her, but she didn't seem worried.

When the guards were about 6 feet away from her, they stopped and recoiled in horror. To them, the young girl had instantly turned into a giant monster with huge slimy tentacles and blazing red eyes.

While the guards were scared stiff, the girl took the opportunity to run in the opposite direction. Of course, she wasn't 'really' a monster. The guards were only seeing things.

As anyone can imagine, it was very hard trying to run for your life with a 25-pound bag slung over your shoulder with adrenaline coursing through your body.

She began to feel very tired, especially after using her power on at least 6 people at the same time. After nearly ending her life by accidentally brushing up against an invisible laser, she could make out the faint 'Exit' sign in the distance in front of her. Dogs were tailing her, until they too got too scared to move.

She burst though the door like a bat out of hell. At last, she was free! Well, not quite. But she was outside, at least. A big improvement.

People were giving her funny looks. Some of the looks seemed to say, "Why did you just bust through the museum with a huge sack over your shoulder?"

One of the guards came bursting though the Exit door, eyes open to their full extent, dancing around the setting for the monster he had seen earlier. But alas, there was no monster amongst the crowd of people. Only busy people, eager to get home to their families.

The guard gave up his search. When the news reporters came, he would just blame it on mutants.

That always seemed to work.

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The girl was hiding behind a corner in a lesser-known ally when she heard him.

" Bonjour, Chere. Good show. I must say, that had to be hard work, rippin' of things from the museum. You got what it takes."

" Wh-. . . Wait. I-I know you. Your Remy Lebeau! I've seen your wanted posters! The Thieves Guild of Louisiana, right? Wow, it is an honor!"

" Always great to meet a fan. What do you say we bust this joint an' head back to America? We could be rich, rippin' off some of the wealthiest people on the planet!"

" I don't know,. . ."

" Oh come on, it'll be fun!"

" Well, if you say so. . ."

" That my girl"

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Moscow, Russia

It was quiet that day in Moscow, Russia. Extremely quiet. Many of its inhabitants were inside, preparing for bed, as it was also very late in the day. Some might consider the setting sun beautiful and magnificent. None more so than a small girl, walking beside her mother on a dead street in the ghettos of the city. They were returning from a shopping trip in preparation for the new school year. The mother had always wanted her baby to look nice, even though she had little money to pay for it.

They were nearing staircase leading to a cockroach-infested apartment, when the little girl shrieked in horror. A homeless man had jumped out from behind the stairs, with a gun in his hands, and a gaze in his eyes that could strike fear into the most hard-boiled Cossacks. He demanded that the woman hand over all of the money in her already light purse. When she refused, the man cocked the pistol and aimed at her daughter's head. The girl began to cry uncontrollably. And then something happened, something even the mugger had not anticipated.

The tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He began to feel chilled to the bone, which was extremely unusual for anyone who grew up on the streets of Moscow. The sky began to turn a dark, angry kind of black. The clouds began to swirl over the street. Lightning began to form under the clouds. Long, blue, snakes of electricity came to life and nipped at the many buildings. All at once, the street was instantly lit up with crackling blue energy.

The mother and her offspring watched helplessly as the man was reduced to nothing but a pile of smoldering ashes before their very eyes. After what seemed like an eternity, the light faded, and the clouds spread out, revealing the magnificent sunset once more.

The silence was deafening. The freak electrical storm had left them with a sharp ringing in their ears. But in reality, it was possibly quieter than before the unfortunate mugger had come upon the two. As for their health, both remained physically unharmed, if not a bit shaken by the strange ordeal. The only items that were left on the ground were the woman's purse and the ashes of the poor, poor mugger. After staring at the items for a while, the woman grabbed her purse, and her child's arm, and ran home as fast as her legs would carry her seemingly unaware of the small, metallic object on the street behind her.

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Yuri was running along the rooftops of some of the apartment buildings, scared to death that someone saw him. He was praying that the lady wouldn't take the spoon to the authorities. It was not his intention to leave the it. It happened by total accident. When he shot them out, one fell of the side of the buildings. It was either leave it, or risk being caught. Yuri shuddered at the thought.

'People are always trying to get me'

He could hear the voice inside his head that belonged to the mugger. He hated it with every cell in his body. When he killed the mugger, he didn't see him. All he saw was himself and Boris. Boris was a bully that had nearly killed Yuri. Yuri killed Boris while he was making out in a car with his girlfriend nearly two months ago.

'Pitiful human'

Suddenly, Yuri heard a voice. He spun around to the source. 'Why didn't I pick up the electrical signature? Maybe I was to occupied with killing someone. . .'

"Good show, mon ami. You've got a great power, I can see that. Now the question is, do you like the humans who are so ignorant that they would kill for money? Join me, and kill as many humans as you'd like. I guarantee it."

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Well, please don't be upset at me for not updating. Direct your anger a F.F.net for screwing up all the stuff on my account. They took off my story and locked my uploading access for a week. A WEEK!!! I deeply apologize for any emotional discomfort. Please review.