Westin Hills, 3:00 p.m. Room #2275- maximum security holding cell - authorized personnel only.

Lhach sat in a corner of his cell, head against the wall, trying to relax. The room was small and made of white bricks. A metal door was the only thing separating Lhach from the outside world. There were no windows. However Lhach's particular cell was located at the top floor in the corner of the building, facing a vast forest that led to the Xavier Institute.

Lhach let his eyes wander and tried to find something to amuse him. He stared at the ground and began to recall the court trial he had had that morning. Though it wasn't really necessary. Over five security guards witnessed Lhach decapitate that man. No one would believe that he was a mutant anyway and even if Lhach had said something it wouldn't be of any help. He would just get sent into some other prison or a psycho ward most likely. There was no difference between the two to him. What was the use? It's not like his conditions could get any worse. He already was in Westin Hills, a mental 'prison'. How could things get any worse?

With those last few words lingering in his head Lhach let his mind drift away. He closed his eyes and let himself fall into darkness. All around him stood the faces he's seen over the years. Xavier, Matt, the security guard he killed. He saw everything that happened in his life. Including the death of his sister, Cloie. Lhach told her he wasn't allowed to see. She should have known not to look…..

begin flashback

A six-year-old boy with jet-black hair and sunglasses sat in the corner of his room watching a fly buzz around. He had nothing to do and his sister was away at her friend's house for a little while. The boy hadn't remembered having friends. The boy, Lhach, had always had some sort of eye protection though he didn't quite know why. But an unexpected visit proved to be an unnecessary one.

Lhach's sister, Cloie, appeared at his door. Lhach looked up from his fly (which had seemed to only capture his attention for about five minutes) and starred at his sister. She was eight years old and had long black hair and blue eyes.

"Aren't you supposed to be at your friends house?"

"I came home early. Watcha doin?"

"Watching a...." Lhach looked around for his buddy but sadly, he had gone, "Uh, nothing."

Cloie smiled, "Good! Can I join you?"

Lhach smiled, happy to have company to do nothing with. It was usually very boring, "How's your friend?"

"Fine, she's fine." Cloie paused, as if thinking, "Hey Lhach...uh, can I ask you something?"

Lhach nodded.

"Why can't I see your eyes?"

Lhach hesitated. At that moment he realized he had no idea why, "Um, I don't know."

Cloie looked at him, "Well, can I see them?"

"Um, I'm not supposed to..."

"Aw, please?"

Lhach began to panic, "No, bad things happen when people see my eyes."

Cloie stopped begging, "Whadya mean?"

"I'm not allowed to see."

Lhach looked to the ground and Cloie moved closer to him. She took off the sunglasses, though Lhach's bangs still covered his eyes. Cloie put the sunglasses down and looked at Lhach.

Lhach picked his head up carefully and fire shot out around the room.

Cloie screamed and couldn't help but stare into her brother's eyes. They were horrible. Cloie's eyes widened and she wouldn't stop screaming.

Lhach tried to close his eyes or look way but he couldn't. Lhach started hyperventilating.

Their mother rushed into the room after hearing the scream and gasped.

A week later......Cloie had been hospitalized for five days with severe injuries to her eyes and was constantly having heart problems. But at her young age, a heart surgery was completely out of the question.

3 weeks later, Cloie died of a heart attack at age eight.

end flashback

Lhach tried not to remember but he couldn't help himself. Lhach's mother had died for the same cause. As for his father, he left them shortly after Cloie died.

Lhach had never gotten over that and he still blamed himself for his sister's death and for the separation of his family. Lhach went into foster care at age eleven in a specialized foster home. Lhach was charred for the murder of six children in the foster home after making eye contact. Many kids had complained about bizarre nightmares and six of them ad died in their dreams and woke up with Lhach's blood on them.

Lhach struggled to take control of his mind and rid himself of the horrible memories but it was useless. No sooner did he start to hear voices inside his head. He tried to silence them but nothing he was doing was working. The voices were all jumbled up and incoherent. Lhach tried to fight them off.

'Kill her.' The voice would say.

"No, I can't."

'You've killed before, why not again.'

"No, I didn't."

'Yes you did! Now kill her!'

"I'd never get to her."

'Escape.'

"They'll catch me.'

'Use your powers. That's why you have them.'

"No, it's not. I won't do it."

'Kill her!'

"NO!" Lhachs screamed at himself. He lowered his voice to a whisper, "Leave me alone."

Suddenly, all fell silent. Not a sound could be heard. Lhach's mind was clear. Then, like a tornado, all the images and thoughts rushed back to him. Lhach threw his hand up to his head and tried to block everything out but nothing was working. The voice came back, stronger than ever. Inside his mind was screaming at him. A sharp pain shot across his forehead. Lhach tried to ignore it but it only continued. It wouldn't stop. Lhach couldn't hear himself think. The voice was thinking for him. Lhach stood up but fell back into a wall. He couldn't move. The voice inside his head was taking over him. Lhach's eyes were burning and moving like fire. Lhach let go and unresistingly fell to the ground. Everything went silent again. Lhach stopped resisting and let the pain and ranting wash over him until everything was silent.

Lhach got up slowly. His face remained impassive.

'Kill her.'

He effortlessly looked at wall next to him.

'Get her and kill her.'

With just a flick of his wrist blue flames shot out of the ground and danced widely around the wall nest to Lhach. The wall slowly became devoured by flames fell to the ground.

'Now, the Institute. Get her.'

Lhach jumped down from the hole in the building swiftly and landed thirteen feet down on the ground. Without a moment of recovery from the long fall, Lhach began to run into the forest.

'Get the Kat.'

Jean woke up with a jolt. That was the first time she had had a dreamless sleep. But she still saw Lhach's eyes in the darkness every where she looked. Jean took a deep breath and lied back down in her bed, trying to fall back asleep.

Jean almost drifted back asleep when out of no where, a loud crash sounded down in the basement...

Aw…..poor Cloie. Yes I did mean to spell her name like that. And Cloie was not meant to be me (cause if you look on by bio I have black hair and blue eyes). This chapter was all about Lhach. Yey! I wanted to do a chapter with just Lhach but I couldn't resist leaving that little thing with Jean at the end. MWA HA HA HA!!! Evil cliffhangers! My specialty. The stupid font was giving me alot of trouble whilst typing this up so if there's any sudden change in font size or somethin, that's why. Anyhoo.....the next chapter should be up in the next couple of days! Please review!