Not again.
She was caught in a dream again, and she seemed to have full control of her actions this time - almost as if she was awake. A strange sensation to say the least.
There was no cliff here, no forest, no dress, no wet leaves.
Though it was damp, and the smell of it hung in the air like fog on misty mornings. She blinked. It was dark she realised then. It felt like she was in some kind of sewer. She was underground for sure. She blinked twice now, and started slowly picking her way along the dark passageway. Usually when she started to walk she woke up.
Maybe not.
Continuing down the way she reached a door, she opened it. There was too much metal inside and too much fluroescent lighting. She squinted, seeing a man at a desk.
Then she woke up.

"This is her?" Twist still had her eyes closed. She didn't recognize that voice.

"Yes. It is." that was a man, older than the other from the sounds of it.

The first male snorted. "The first person they could find was a little goth girl?" the male said. Twist made the mistake of twitching then.

"She's awake." the first said, and Twist could tell they were smiling. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and jumped, eyes jumping open and displaying violent red iris's.

Immediately she recognized it was the place from the dream with cold, hard surfaces with metallic floors and walls. She shivered, cold. "How did I get here?" she asked the nearest person, not looking who it was.

"We took you." They took her? That sounded slightly daunting. It made her sound more like an object than a person. She frowned, and met the eyes of the older man. He was certainly old, and looked about sixty though he was probably older.

"I am Magneto. I'd like to introduce you to some friends of mine." he smiled and stepped away from the metal desk she had been laying on until that point. She slowly slid down, looking at the collection of people. "You and Mystique are allready aqquantited, I know." he gestured to the blue woman who placed a hand on Magnetos' shoulder.

The younger guy sat in the corner. He held a lighter in his hands. "This is Pyro." he pointed at the guy, who looked about her age, and Pyro nodded. There were a few more people, stranger looking than those mutants she'd met at the mansion.

She stood perfectly still. "Was Xavier right?" she asked, raising her head a little. "Do you want me for what he said?"

The room was silent. "Yes, we do."

Twist listened to the quiet room before speaking. "Well, do you have proper clothes? I happen to be in my pajamas." she said, speaking clearly.

Soon Twist was being led down cold corridors by a girl who went by the name of Blaze. She led Twist to a small prison like room, though it was comfortable enough. A bed lay in one corner, a sink in the other. It also held a desk and a bookshelf. Simple enough but cosy. Twist nodded, seeing thick blankets on the bed. She sat down on it, Blaze hovered in the door.

"Are you really as strong as Magneto said then?" Blaze asked after a moment of silence, filled only with the dripping tap.

"I don't know." Twist said quietly. "I've never tried." Blaze smirked.

"You will soon enough."

She left Twist then, leaving her alone with nothing but her thoughts. She lay down on the bed, trying to remember where she'd been before this. She scratched her neck, touching something silvery cold - her necklace. She frowned, tugging it off and looking at the tiny picture. Then it all hit her.

Where was Silence? Had he realised she'd gone? She frowned and closed her eyes, wishing he was holding her.

Note: Ooh. My god, sorry for the overload of chappies...XD Enjoy it whilst ya can...I'll stop writing this by next week. XD