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JACK'S BAR, ONE WEEK LATER; AIYEN P.O.V.

"Strongest stuff ya got, Jack, or I blow you apart." I muttered quietly, pulling one of my gloves off to emphisize my point. My lavender eyes were on the bar, but I knew he looked confused. My telepthy had been off since the day I spoke with Kurt, and I just wanted my headache to go away. Great, now I'm using alcohol to get rid of a headache. My life sucks already, and I'm only 17. My gloves hid the only proof of my dislike of the Brotherhood, the long sleeves of my jacket hiding the reason why I hated them. I had new reasons know, and the scars will haunt me for the rest of my life.

FLASHBACK; ONE WEEK PREVIOUS

"Havok said you were at Xavier's Institute, Runke. Why is it that mansion is still intact if this is true, or is Summers lying?" I kept my eyes forward, my left fist clenched tightly as I fought the urge to slug Magneto. He paced the room in front of us, Havok's thoughts drifting toward a conversation he'd had with Cyclops. He obviously didn't like my silence, or he saw my clenched fist, because he slugged me hard enough to make me bleed. Havok flinched before Magneto knocked him into the opposite wall, and that was it for me. I remember throwing my gloves off and lunging at Magneto, then everything went black.

I regained consciousness the next day according to Kairyu, dizzy and covered in deep gashes that looked like they matched Sabretooth's claws. When asked what had happened, my brother simply said it was almost like the sister he'd known was gone. I'd almost killed Magneto, and would of succeeded if Sabretooth hadn't attacked me. We nearly killed each other, and Havok ended up being the hero by draining all his energy to knock us out. Kairyu left me to my thoughts, starting a six day long isolation. I chose to stay in solitary, though, so I wasn't bothered with it.

END FLASHBACK

"Bloody hell, what happened to you?" I looked up at Jack as he handed me a glass of vodka, the Brittish mutants concern for me obvious in his lime green eyes. "Ya went at it with Logan, eh?"

"Depends on which ones you mean, Jack. The bandages came from that ass, yeah. The rest of the gashes are from Sabretooth, and the bruises are compliments of Magneto." I drained my glass in one drink, Jack taking the hint and refilling it without me having to ask.

"So, the bloomin' arse hit you did he? Lemme at him, I'll show the git to hit my second best customer!"

"Right, mon ami, dat way Magneto kin kill you and de petite has to stay dere wid him." I looked toward the door, the accent sounding familiar. It was the Cajun from last week, and he sounded like he was in a good mood. What caught my attention was his glowing red eyes, and the way the seemed to comfort my soul while I looked at them. That's why I looked away, draining my glass again and hunting down my smokes. I found them easily enough, but I didn't have my lighter. Cursing my luck, I saw the Cajun smirk that cocky Cajun smirk of his and fought the urge to kill him. "Dere you go, petite, but you know da's bad for you. Oui?" He lit my cigarette for me with what I assumed were his powers, lighting one of his own while lecturing.

"Hypocrite Cajun... " I wasn't complaining, though. "Hey Jack, any news on the Registration Act?"

"Aye, it passes into law at midnight tonight. Ya don't register by midnight tomorrow, then it's the brig for ya mate."

"Isn't this always my luck, getting pinned with something like this when my powers are tuning in on EVERYBODY in New York?" I swore quietly and drained my glass again, looking the Cajun over. "You gotta name, Ember Eyes?"

"Oui cher, Remy LeBeau at your service." He said, making me laugh. "Whut Gambit say now?"

"Nothin Cajun, I just like Ember Eyes better. Or if you don't like that, Gambit."

"Eidder uv 'em be fine wid Remy, cher." I was getting tired of being called 'dear' and 'little one', even though I don't recall ever learning French. But it's a big world, and it's a distinct possibility that I'd tapped into his mind somehow.

"So, we meet again. Eh, mutie?" I flinched visibly, turning to face an angry Kincaid. I guess that picture did clue him off to who I was, and he finally caught up with me.

"Six years later and you still look like you got run over by a truck, then? Yeesh Kincaid, y'ever considered surgery to fix that?" I saw him reach for his gun, so that was my clue to go on my way. I handed Jack a twenty and walked away, cursing my second close call of the day.

? P.O.V.

I watched the teenage girl as she left the same bar quickly, her mind occupied with her jumbled thoughts. The name "Logan" drifted in and out of her thoughts a few times, then my brother interrupted mine.

'Hey sis, Aiyen left Jack's yet?'

'Oui. I think she's got a boyfriend or something, the brat keeps thinking about some guy named "Logan" for no reason. So what about the Cajuns, they still refuse to help us?' My brother cursed quietly, but answered me anyways.

'Akiryu refuses to help us without knowing what we're doing, and I won't tell her unless she's not going to help us. Me and Gambit, however, we lost touch.' Remembering the discription I'd been given of Gambit, I saw the Cajun walk out of the same bar.

'Maybe you two have lost touch, but I see a perfect opportunity here. I just hope I can pull this off.' As if on cue, Creed showed up behind me. Perfect, he was one of the people I wanted to see. "Hiya Sabretooth, you still willing to owe me your life?"

"Magneto wants to talk to you, Phantom. And he didn't seem happy, kid." My shoulders fell, but I still had an idea. "I don't like that like that look, it usually means I'm in trouble."

"No, it means you owe me, Victor Creed. Shove me off the building, then I'll come back to that hunk of space rock you call a home with you." He narrowed his eyes at me when I returned to my normal form, a five-year-old girl with blonde hair and dark blue eyes, and cocked my head to one side. "Just give me a good, hard shove. Hard enough to make me fall off the roof, okay?"

Creed grinned and followed my orders, the initial contact of my body on the ground knocking my breath out. Gambit saw me fall, and I actually realized that my body hurt as he scooped me up. Finally finding a use for my telepath status, I left my body and went back to Asteroid M with Sabretooth.

NARRITIVE

"What is it with New York and mutants attacking people, especially lately!" Cyclops complained, refering to the child Gambit had brought in less than an hour ago. The child was in a deep coma, and no one could find a reason since she had what appeared to be a healing factor deal going on. The minor concussion she had when came in had healed over, but the comatose girl didn't show any signs of waking. "If that kid is a mutant, who could of knocked her off that building? Or worse yet, what could of?"

"Gambit didn't see anything, homme, jes' de kid falling. He tried to catch her, but he wasn't fast enough." Gambit said, his red eyes on the ground. "And dat Mutant Registration ding passed, Kincaid and dat bartender both said so."

"We'll worry about the registration later, Cajun. Right now that kid is our top priority, she might be the only person who saw anything that's happened lately." 'Scott... ' "And if she stays comatose too long we've got a problem." 'SCOTT!' "Damn it, I bet the Brotherhood is behind this somehow!" "EARTH TO SCOTT SUMMERS!" "Yes Jean?" "Pay attention to the news, you can rant on your own time." Jean turned the news report up, drowning out Cyclops' muttering.

2 AM; KAIRYU P.O.V.

"I'm going out." I stated simply, walking past Havok and ending up walking into Blob. "Move it, Fat-Ass, I ain't in the mood for this tonight." I heard the crash, but I didn't so much as smile. I just clenched my fist and walked away, trying vainly to block all the voices in my head out. I'd been losing sleep lately, unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong. Aiyen hadn't been back to Asteroid M in more than 12 hours, and this didn't sit well on my thoughts. And the incesant buzzing of voices in my head wasn't doing anything for me. I recognized one of them as Magneto and Aunt Raven, so I tuned in on them to find out more about Magneto's plans.

"And... you plan on doing this... how, Erik?" I heard Mystique ask, her voice sounding annoyed.

"Easy, my dear, with a little cooperation from our little demi-god."

"Erik, Phantom can't do anything without her body. And in case you forgot already, the X-Men have that."

"Yes, but that also means they don't know why she's in a coma. If she makes up some story that pins the blame on us, then continues acting like an innocent little girl, Xavier and his X-Men should be putty in her little hands."

Well, this must be what the X-Men wanted me to tell them. I thought, committing all of this to memory. It might come in handy some day, probably get the X-Men off my case.

"And if that doesn't work?"

"My dear mortal, you sadden me with your distrust. But on the off-chance it doesn't work, there's always my little cuteness factor. Now if you'll excuse me, mes amis, I need to get back to my body before it dies." Said a voice I believe belonged to the demi-god known only as Phantom. Leaving Bucket-head and Mystique to their conversation, I realized I knew enough to run to the X-Men and tell them everything. But I wouldn't, since I didn't know what was in this for me and Bucket-head might be able to find out somehow.

I suddenly found myself wondering where Aiyen was, but found myself walking into her little bartender friend. Walking around him, I ignored his order to watch where I'm going. There was something fishy about the missing accent, since Aiyen had said he was Brittish. As soon as I turned around, I wished I had just run for my life. Anti-Mutant Troops surrounded me, all of them shouting power dampeners. At least one of them had to of had a tranquilizer gun, because I was starting to get dizzy and the buzzing in my mind had turned into a thick fog. Without my powers and drugged as hell, there was nothing I could do about them cuffing me. Two sharp cracks split the air and blood started running from wounds on my upper left arm and right side. The Sentinel smirked at me as it returned to it human form, then everything went dark as unconsciousness overtook my mind.

TO BE CONTINUED...


Author Note: Sentinels that can turn human, a demi-god working for Magneto, and Kairyu's been captured? Get cozy people, because I think Shadows of the Night just started to heat up. So tune in next time for the next exciting chapter, and hopefully you enjoyed this chapter! Until next time, X-Men!