Disclaimer: Don't own X-men, or any other thing tat seems familiar.

A/N: Some of y'all might remember this from late summer 2003, the first few chapters at least. Well, after finishing 'Night' I decided why not start back up again? So here it is, the rewrite, and some new stuff… I promise I will finish this time, even if it kills me! Anyway, enjoy, and please review. (Remember that I love constructive criticism!)

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A blonde girl in her late teens walked cautiously alone through the woods. She unconsciously pushed her dark sunglasses up her nose, making sure no one could see her eyes. She was entering yet another small, mountain town. In the back of her mind, She doubted this town would be any different than the rest- and she didn't dare stay longer than necessary. At this point, even a feeble attempt was all that could possibly keep her alive.

It had been quite a few years that she'd been on her own, so long that she wasn't quite sure anymore. Almost mournfully, she sighed. Adding to her somewhat depressed state, she reminded herself that she was probably the last of her kind. One of the last, at least.

As the walked closer and closer, stumbling over a loose tree root, noises from the small town became evident. This reassured that she was getting closer, and the outdated map hap been accurate. She paused for a moment, making sure what little mental shields she had were kicked up and in full force. She didn't want anyone snooping around in there; it had happened months ago, and it hadn't been pretty.

As she stood at the edge of the dark forest, she surveyed the town below. It lay nested in a shallow valley of bright green, with the snow-capped mountains shielding it from all sides. Yeah, she had seen plenty of towns like this over the years, but she still found it a joy to take in the full scene when she got the opportunity. But, quickly she reminded herself why she here and set down the grassy hill at a fast pace.

Minutes later, she was standing at the far end of the main street. She saw a few people bumbling along, lost in their own little worlds. Keeping her head down turned, She casually walked along the sidewalk, looking for something. Chewing on her lip in thought, the girl entered the first store she saw.

She grabbed an orange plastic shopping basket quickly; and she selected a few items from the shelves, her mind focusing on the small amount of money she had left. With a slight nod she headed towards the cash register, warily eyeing each person she walked by. As she stood in line, she saw a faded display of calendars. Peering at one, she carefully picked it up. Leafing through, her eyes drifted over to the year. 2010. 'So it has really been that long…' she thought, hastily putting the calendar down and handing her things to the clerk. As he rung up her few items, the girl stared at his bright orange hair, wondering slightly what it was he could do. With a smile he bagged her things and handed them to her, which she gratefully accepted, and quickly walked out of the store.

The teen put her things into her old worn-out and dirty backpack, and gave one last look upon the small town. Still remnants of devastation marred and marked places, like scars upon the world. She shook her head, wondering if anything could have been done to stop it.

'No, it's too late for them,' She sadly thought, memories of the people she had known prior to the war drifting through her head.

The war- The war between mutants and humans that is. It really had never got started, yet it ended so abruptly. 'We never had a chance to even fight back!' She thought bitterly. The girl knew it hadn't really been the mutant's fault – what was his name again? Ah yes, Xavier. She'd heard a lot about Stryker, and Magneto, and other reports and such. In reality though, it didn't really matter who's fault exactly it was, just that it had happened, and the damage had long been done. Oh course, After the attacks, only propaganda had been spoken about the three. With that last thought, she began to make her way out of the town, withdrawing her worn out map from her pack as she walked back into the woods.

Later that day, just as twilight was beginning to seep away, her thoughts still gently lingered around Xavier and all he had caused. Even unconsciously, how could someone kill out so many people? The thought drifted through her mind. Feeling tired, She sat down slowly on the dirt up against a tree. The bark scratched her back, but she didn't really notice.

"Hello, Katie." A voice boomed within her head.

Bolting upright, and looking around, it took her a few seconds to realize that whoever was speaking to her was apparently telepathic.

'Stay away.' She thought silently.

"Now Katie, Will you at least listen to my offer?" The voice said with a slight chuckle.

'No.' She coldly thought.

"Katie, How long has it been since you actually talked to someone?"

To that, she remained silent.

"I know you may not trust me, and I am sorry. As you may or may not know, My name is Charles Xavier-"

'You!' She thought angrily.

"Yes, As I was saying, I run a school for gifted youngsters- mutants."

'That doesn't concern me.'

"Ah, yes, well I'm offering this to you due to your…predicament."

The girl, Katie snorted. Yeah, some fine predicament.

"Katie, your not alone. There are a few like you left. Now, you really have nothing to fear - even out there, but please consider what I'm offering."

'How about….No.' She thought.

"Splendid. The jet is already on its way to pick you up." Xavier explained, ignoring completely what she had said before closing the telepathic link.

With a groan, she slowly stood up, gathering the few things she owned. She had always known it would only be a matter of time before one of these telepaths tracked her down. She only hoped it wouldn't be all that bad. She leaned back against the tree and waited- for a jet, in the middle of the woods.

Sure enough, a few minutes later Katie could see a black jet. Not to far from her was a tiny clearing, in which it landed. Stepping out of it was a few people, who waved her over.

Katie hesitantly walked over, lugging her backpack.

Two people greeted her, introducing themselves as Cyclops and Storm. They led her inside the jet, and sat her down next to a girl with rich brown hair, sporting a pale white streak in the front.

"Ah'm Rogue," She said with a distinct southern accent, extending a gloved hand.

Katie nodded with an unsure smile. "Katie," she said, gently shaking Rogue's hand. Rogue turned and pointed to the blonde haired boy sitting across from them, "That's Bobby," She explained.

To this, Katie nodded.

The two looked back over at her.

"So, what can you do?" Bobby asked finally, breaking the long silence.

Katie stared at the two obvious mutants a bit uncomfortably. "Well," she started, pausing. "You all remember the 'Cerebro' attack, that killed off most-well practically all the humans?" she asked.

Not quite understanding where this was going, both Bobby and Rogue nodded.

Katie smiled sadly, "I'm one of the few human survivors…."