This is a really short chapter to solve some mysteries. I am not in the mindset to right action, but I wanted some things to be made clear for you dear readers that are on the verge of strangling me. Hope you like it!

Toad paced back and forth in the front hall, worry etched across his face. Where was she? Toad ground his heel into the ground with frustration as he began to pace again. Fred, who was on the couch watching him, grabbed his head. "Would you stop pacing? It's giving me a headache." Toad was just about to give him lip when there was a knock on the door. The green mutant practically flew to the door. Flinging it open, he came face to face- with Scott and Kurt. Toad moaned.

"Look you guys. I'd love you fight you, but some other time 'k? I'm kinda busy."

Scott gave a wry smile. "We found your girl." he said

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Deidra lay in the hospital bed, body numb, mind racing. Every so often she would burst into tears. No one knew why she wouldn't respond, not even Jean, who constantly checked up on her. Only Deidra knew. And she loathed the information.

It all made perfect sense: Mystique, Jamie, Wanda. The only coincidence was that all three happened to live in the same town. Deidra knew there were many more in other places, all around the country, probably the world. The thought of it caused tears to flow anew.

Of course they had Jamie. That was the biggest slap in the face. Perhaps that blue-furred kid was one too. Deidra shuddered sadly to think that she could have hurt him as well. God, how many people had she hurt? How many more would she now that they had her back. Well, Deidra wouldn't let them use her again, not after she knew what they did. Deidra silently promised that as the door to her room slid open.

Deidra shifted her gaze to look dully upon the person who walked in. He was a large burly man, one that Deidra had never seen before. All of his actions said he was tough, but Deidra caught a glimpse of sadness in his eyes. She closed her own in pity as the man came closer.

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Logan walked over to where the girl was sleeping. She looked so hallowed and beaten. She put up a good fight though. Logan though. Wonder how long she's had to fight. Sighing sadly, he bent over to pick her up.

Suddenly Deidra's eyes flung open. In the split second it took for Logan to register danger, she unhinged her fangs and drove them deep into the dark veins of his forearm, pumping venom with all her strength. Logan howled in pain and shot out his claws, slashing at her frantically. She dodged his blows with ease. The venom began taking effect, faster than Logan's immune system at the moment. With a gurgled "ugh", he slumped to the floor.

Deidra stepped over the man lightly and scaled up the wall. Down stairs, the Institute was in chaos, probably responding to Logan's howls. Deidra scanned the crowd from her hiding spot. Her eyes slid over Rogue and Jean angrily, from Jamie, to a young girl with reddish pigtails, and finally to a bald man in a wheelchair. Deidra's eyes narrowed and she let a small hiss escape from her lips. This man must be the leader. It was him that ruined her life. Now he would pay.

As Deidra's hiss lingered in the air, everyone quickly scanned the walls and ceiling. Suddenly, a strangled cry was heard behind them. The X-men turned in horror to see Deidra, carving knife in hand, just inches away from the professor. For a moment, no one moved. Then Rogue stepped forward, pulling off her glove.

"You bitch. If you so much as lay a finger on him I'll-"

"Rogue!" The professor's voice, calm and steady, surprised everyone. "Something tells me that you would not want to absorb what this girl has gone through." Turning his chair to face a now trembling Deidra, he adressed her.

Please, let us help you. We mean you no harm.

"Bullshit." spat the angry mutant "That's what you said before." but her voice faltered, hiding fear.

The professor gently took the knife out of Deidra's hand. She hissed slighlty and struggled against the professor's mind, but finally succumbed to his telepathic reassurance. Then, slowly, she watched as her life unfold before him.

The professor paled, livid with shock and anger as Deidra's memories unfolded before him.

Angry parents. Angry at me for being different. Pain.

Escape from home. Dark is safe. Woods.

Living in woods, letting arm grow back from escape. Hiding from lights.

Trusting faces and sweet words. Feel safe.

Pain. Needles. Angry voices and faces. So much pain.

Drugs. Assignments. Assignments for the night.

A face. A face like Jamie's, older, female, pale with terror, marked by tears.

That same face, lifeless, in the dumpster. Put the knife in her hand. Confuse the police.

A younger Wanda, hugging the leg of her lifeless mother's body, hung from the ceiling. That girl is almost the same age I am.

Dark eyes in the night. Caught by surprise by Mystique. She can see my eyes! Must run.

More pain. More experiments. More angry words. Pain, much like what happened at home.

Faces no longer so trusting. Words no longer so sweet. They talk of cutting my brain. Must run away.

Run

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As the professor pulled out of Deidra's mind, Toad burst through the door, followed by Kurt and Scott. Toad ran over to a sobbing Deidra, letting her cry on his shoulder, hugging her fiercely. The professor watched them, a glint of tear in his eye. Then he turned to his X-men.

"We need to talk."