Lucky439: All will be explained in time, honest.

T.: There are times when Lu is fond of her mother, but for the most, she's pretty loyal to her father.

Cris-X: I know, I absolutely loved the twins in the Matrix. I hope they're in the next one. They were uber cool. The twins in this one aren't as groovy, but still pretty awesome, ja?

Disclaimer: I don't own it, all right? Stop pestering me!

Lucretia returned to the mansion after having the most boring lunch of her life. They had gone to this really upscale mutant restaurant on the other side of town. The food was great, but all her Pappa would talk about was trivial stuff like schools and grades and weather. She was bored out of her mind. She knew it was politeness and that official guild matters should not be discussed in public, but still, it irked her. She'd much rather be out doing work for the guild, hastening the day of the rebirth of the Old Kingdom when all were equals to one another, as the prophecy promised. Her father didn't believe it anymore which made her wonder why he stayed with the guild. Was he obeying his father's last wishes? Or maybe there was still a bit of curiosity left in him. What was more probable was that he had never known anything else and it was more a result of habit and security. However, the guilds were not secure. There was a traitor among them. She made it her personal mission to find out who it was. Her little brother could have been killed. That irked her even more. She would find whoever it was, slit their throat and bury the corpse in the deepest river she could find. She was startled out of her musings by a gentle telepathic probe. She jerked her head around to see Xavier sitting serenely in the doorway of his office, a light smile on his face. She scowled at him.

"You had no right!"

"I didn't even think you would feel it."

Her eyes narrowed, "Dere's a lot about me you don' know, old man."

"Then tell me."

"Absolutely not!"

"If you are going to attend this school, you will have to speak to me at some point."

"I'm not attending dis school! I'm stayin' here cause my Pappa asked me to, not because I want to."

"I understand that, Lucretia, but your father tells me that you are having trouble with your powers, I merely want to help."

"Why cuz I'm a mutant?"

"Partially, but also because you are the daughter of a dear friend and I know they both care deeply for you."

She snorted, "I'm sure dey are yo' friends, afterall, you didn' really give mon Pere a warm welcome when he came back from Antarctica. You would just as soon leave him t' die just as anyone else in dis godforsaken place would have!" She spat on the floor and turned to leave.

Where are you going?

She spun back around and stormed towards Xavier, picking him up out of his chair like he were little more than a rag doll, "Stay outta my mind monsieur, you won' like what you find dere."

"What would I find?" he gasped slightly.

"Death," she whispered and dropped him back into his chair. She turned back around to leave again and he could here as she left, "Mon Dieu! Dey have no idea!!"

Lucretia stopped briefly by her room to change and grab a few things for her session in the Danger Room. She was absolutely infuriated by Xavier. That man had no manners. True, she wasn't much better, but she did want some respect from him. After all, she could turn his brain to mush in a matter of seconds if she wanted to, she had done it before. She frowned at the memory. The man had offered very little challenge and rather than draw out the fight, she had killed him instantly by increasing the gravitational force in his brain cavity, liquefying it. Blood had spurted from his nose and his eyes rolled up in the back of his skull. The whole experience had made her queasy, she could only imagine doing that to a telepath. She'd rather not have to do that again. She was half way through changing when a noise at her door distracted her. She dropped her gi top and pulled a lightweight dagger from under her pillow. She crept quietly to the door and opened it with a strong yank, surprising the two young mutants outside her door.

Cyclops looked carefully over the program he had prepared for Lucretia. It was one of the most difficult programs available in the Danger Room. So difficult that only a seasoned mutant could handle it with difficulty. The only mutant he had known to get a near perfect had been Wolverine, but the man was a monster in hand to hand combat. Despite his efforts to lure Jean away from him, Cyclops admired him. He was a tough fighter, one of the toughest he had known. Of course, if he knew what Scott was about to do, he would probably skewer him on his claws and use his head as a door knocker, but he felt that this was necessary. Lucretia was a threat. She was dangerous and mad beyond all doubt. He felt that Jean trusted her, but he couldn't allow that. The sooner she was out of the way, the safer his team and his family would be. Of course, if they ever connected her death to him, he would probably be ostracized by most of them. Hopefully, she would only be crippled, unable to perform at her peak abilities. Carefully, so as not to alert Beast to his plans, he took the safeties off. A knot formed in his stomach, but he knew this would be for the better.

Lucretia stared down at the faces of the twins and smiled slightly, "Eavesdroppin'? You learn fast." She turned back around and picked up the shirt and placed the dagger back underneath her pillow.

"We weren't eavesdropping, Lucretia, we were coming by to talk to you," Rachel explained.

"We heard what you did to the Professor," Chris chimed in.

Lucretia shrugged, "He should know better dan t' go playin' in minds he's never been in before."

Chris shook his head, 'That's not the point, you're going to make a lot of enemies real fast if you don't start behaving."

"I am behavin'. Somebody's gotta teach dat man t' mind his manners. No offense t' you two, but I don' like telepaths. Dey are unwelcomed, especially in my mind. I have special defenses in my mind made 'specially fo' dem. Anyone digs too deep uninvited, dey pay de consequences."

"And what would those consequences be?" Rachel gulped.

"Paranoia, madness, and a quick death after weeks of blabberin' incoherently. It's all a trick o' de mind really, but pretty damned effective."

"That's awful!"

"Dat's life ma cherie. Plus it keeps t'ings interestin'. Now I know dat's not all you came t' talk about, non?"

Chris nodded, "Yeah, we wanted to see if you had thought about our offer."

"To help you."

"Non, I hadn'," she paused for a moment, "All right, after my session wit' yo' Pappa, we'll start."

"Excellent," the both beamed.

Lucretia smiled at them and finished tying her belt, "Why don' you come down an' watch, should be interestin'."

Cyclops watched Lucretia enter the Danger Room proudly. She wore a white gi made out of some sort of lightweight material and she carried a black velvet bag with her. She bowed to the control room and opened the bag, pulling out two sheathed swords. The hilts were a beautiful ebony color and handsomely carved, though he couldn't see what was on them from this distance. She knelt and with a mother's care, she pulled the blades out of their sheaths. They were wasakashis. He had seen Logan fight with them once, but only once. Cyclops hadn't anticipated that Lucretia would fight with swords, he had never heard of her doing it. Even so, there was no way she could win this battle. He started the program.

Lucretia sprang instantly to action. She sliced through the first attacker with ease and spun on her feet to the next in a balanced, fluid motion. She ducked a punch to the face and turned on her heels to chop into the creature's back, severing the spinal chord with her razor sharp blade. In a surprising motion, she jerked her head, causing her hair to come around and slap another attacker in the face, knocking him to the ground. Faintly, Cyclops could see a metallic ball tied into her braid. She didn't stop there, she jabbed her blade into the man's chest, killing him instantly. She barely missed a kick to the chest and sliced from underneath the offending foot, severing it. She grabbed the remainder of the leg and twisted it hard, making its owner lose her balance and fall face first into the floor. Someone grabbed her from behind and she dropped the swords with a loud clang and flipped them over her head and took her swords back up with her as she leaned into the throw.

A crowd had gathered in the control room. Watching Lucretia was like watching a living blender in action. She sliced and parried and ducked and sliced again. Several times she purposely abandoned the short blades to kill an attacker with her bare hands. At one point she landed on her chest, but used the momentum of the fall and spun around quickly, grabbing another attacker by the head with her feet and twisting viciously. She then flipped back onto her feet in a cat stance, swords miraculously back in her hands. Sweat had formed on her brow and her breathing was heavy.

Cyclops could feel eyes on the back of his head. He turned slightly. Six sets of eyes bored into him. Logan, Rogue, Gambit and Kurt, he could understand, but his children were scowling at him as well. They all knew who had prepared the program. They just didn't understand, this woman is obviously dangerous. Everyone will be better off if she's gone. His thoughts were interrupted by a gasp from Ororo. He turned back around to see Lucretia on the floor, a hand to her side and an angry red stain spreading on her clothes. He could hear Logan growling behind him. To his astonishment, Lucretia got back to her feet and continued fighting. It was as if the wound had made her faster. She was cutting through the attackers like hot knife through butter. Rogue moved to help her daughter, but Remy stopped her, pointing to a brown-haired figure with a white streak speeding across the floor. Rogue smiled serenely and leaned against her husband. Suddenly, the program stopped.

Cyclops turned and saw the Professor with a very disapproving look on his face, "This ends now, Scott. You've made your point."

Scott hung his head low, ashamed of what had come over him. He would apologize, but he never got the chance. The next thing he knew, he felt an iron grip around his throat and two blood red eyes staring down at him. Gambit, he thought, no, not Gambit, the hair's too dark…Lucretia! My god, it's her! He could feel the blood on her hand.

"I know what you were trying, old man! I should kill you!" Suddenly, everything was very black and all he could see was the Lebeau girl. She was standing yards away from him, wearing a black leotard with matching knee high boots that pointed up at the top. She also wore a pair of red wrist guards in the same style as the boots. She had a flowing cape behind her and a red diamond on her forehead. Black energy swirled around her. Or was that her hair? He couldn't tell. It was too dark. He tried calling out, but no sound would come.

"No one can hear you here. You're inside my mind, Monsieur Summers."

"What, why?"

"I know what haunts you. I know what made you do what you did today."

Her voice is so clear in this space, he thought.

"Yes, it can be, if I have a point to make. You are driven by fear and hatred, Monsieur Summers. Not of me, but of yourself. Holding Apocalypse inside of you was a hard and difficult thing to do and now you must finish what you started. Let go of your fear, he is gone, but he will return if you let him. Be at peace, Scott Summers, let the darkness fade."

Scott was back in the Danger Room, Lucretia still glaring down at him, growling fiercely. There was blood on her teeth making her look like a wild animal.

"Try dat again," she spat, sprinkling blood on his face, "An' I'll rip yo' throat out!!" She dropped him, suddenly very weak and stumbled back into her brother who caught her.

"That was very stupid, Cyke," Logan chided him, "I trained her myself. She's nearly as good as me, if not better. She can handle anything you can dish out at her with no problem. She's a trained killer. Remember that. The only thing that keeps her from dicin' ya into little bitty pieces is her old man. If you turn him against you, yer as good as chopped liver, ya get me?"

"I understand you just find, little man," he said, going back to the banter that he had used with Wolverine when he had first joined. Logan looked at him strangely.

What's gotten into, Cyke he wondered? He turned back to Lucretia and gave her a bare hand. She took it gratefully and fed off of his healing powers. In return, she sent images and thoughts of her battle in the Danger Room. Her anger and exhilaration. Logan nodded with pride. Just as he had taught her. He looked at Remy and Rogue who smiled at him, grateful of the training he had given their daughter. Xavier approached their group.

"I am sorry for what happened here today, I should have picked up on it sooner."

Kurt shook his head, "It's alright, these things happen Professor. What matters is that she is alright."

"Yes, of course. I will do everything in my power to help her, just as I would any other mutant."

Rogue turned to him, "There's sumthin' you should know about Lucretia and Nicky."

"And what is that?"

"They're not mutants."

Well, next chapter is up. I hope you all enjoy it. I think it's kind of nifty. It gives you a better idea of what Lucretia's really like. There's also a bit of a cliff hanger which I haven't done in quite some time. I promise I'll explain. In the mean time, go review.