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Author's Note: Hey, you should be proud of me, this chappie is a whole lot longer!!! lol. Well, maybe not a whole lot, but some. Any reviews are, of course, appreciated very much. They just make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! lol. O yeah, and some ppl have said that my story seems like a lot of other ones they've read, so I just thought I'd mention that everything I write is mine, the original storyline is obviously from X-Men: The Movie, but the plot of this story was not taken from any other person's work.

Chapter 4: Confessions

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Once Chris and Logan were in the kitchen, they helped themselves to some frozen pizza and sodas-warm, because Bobby wasn't around. When the pizza was finished and they were each starting their second soda, Logan started up the conversation again.

"So, how old are you anyways?"

Chris hesitated. "About 27." Seeing Logan's surprised look, she added, "I'm older than I look."

"No, I mean, yes, but what do you mean 'about'?"

She hesitated before answering again. "I... well... you heard the whole conversation with the professor, right?" she said, looking him in the eye.

"Well, I..."

"Never mind, I know you did anyways." Logan looked baffled. Chris sighed. "I lied to the professor."

"But...how?" Logan was amazed.

Chris sighed again. "I lied to you too. I'm telepathic. As long as I'm looking into someone's eyes, I can read their thoughts and project my own into their minds. And I can keep anyone and everyone out of my brain, including your dear professor."

"What about your hearing things on the wind? Can you do that too?"

"Yeah. My parents might have kept me if I was only telepathic. They could have used me to their advantage. But no, some of the things I used to scry in pools or lakes was just too disturbing to keep to myself." She shuddered, but continued. "I'm dead to them. They had a funeral and everything, they said I died in a freak car accident."

Logan didn't say anything; he just leaned over and rested her head of his shoulder, comforting her like he had Rogue, on the train so long ago.

Not having felt that sense of belonging, like someone cares for you for many years, Chris broke down and told Logan everything. The whole truth, everything she knew about her past.

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"I was fourteen when I found out that I was a mutant, but I've had powers for as long as I can remember. I know that powers are supposed to show up at puberty, but evidently that's changing. I was born with them, so sometimes when I was a child people would think that I was having some sort of rare seizure because I would be oblivious to the outside world, listening to stories told by the wind."

Chris paused and looked at Logan. "My fourteenth birthday party was huge. I had thirty of my friends come over; we went all out. It ended up a disaster. We had a pool in our backyard, and we were having a diving contest. My friends dared me to do a handstand-backflip, and I agreed. I got up to the diving board, went into my handstand, but just as I was about to jump off, a breeze came by, with pictures and sounds of a murder. I started screaming, and I fell off the diving board, hitting my head on the edge. I must have passed out, because when I came to, I was lying on the couch in the living room, with everyone looking down at me. They started asking questions immediately. I told them about what I saw, every detail. My parents called the police, and they wen t to the place I described and found the dead woman, blood everywhere, holes in her body, the knife and the murderer nowhere to be seen.

"I was taken back to the police headquarters and questioned again. There they declared me a mutant. I spent the night locked in my room, crying. My parents threw me out the next day. Left me at a subway station with just my suitcase and some money." She stopped, unable to continue.

After a minute, Logan said, "All those years you lived on the streets? How did you survive with no experience?"

"I didn't. I found a homeless persons shelter, and I stayed there for a year and a half, barely scrounging up enough food for myself. Then they came."

"They?"

"Then men in black army suits, their faces painted green and yellow, carrying tranquilizer guns. They came in and shot everyone else; they would have got me too if I hadn't hidden. But they found me. I guessed they must have shot me, 'cause one minute I was in one of the small, old cabinets, and the next I was in a small, dimly lit cell. Not much of a difference, except the cell was a little bigger and it had sort of a hammock in it to sleep in. I don't know how long I stayed there; there were no windows, and the light was always on.

"Then, one 'day', after I had already searched my cell thoroughly several times looking for something, a crack, a seam in the walls, anything, someone came. They must have come while I was sleeping, beca3se I never saw them enter. It was a woman, shorter than me, and smaller too, but obviously older. She was sitting in a chair, a comfortable looking one, watching me." Unable to say anything more, Chris showed Logan the rest of her memory with pictures in his mind.

(A/N: ok, this next section is supposed to be in italics, but they weren't exactly working, so i'll just have a little blurb when the 'mind pictures' are over.)

Chris woke slowly. When she finally opened her eyes, her first thought was, 'Oh that's nice, now I don't have to sit on the floor....' But then she looked up to find the woman sitting in the chair. Chris sat up as well as she could in her hammock and said, "To what do I owe this pleasure; a chair and company." Dripping with sarcasm of course.

The woman just said coldly, "Follow me," all the while staring at Chris with flat, expressionless brown eyes. The woman stood up, mumbled something into a microphone that Chris couldn't see, and, out of nowhere, a wall opened, making a doorway to...where? Already through the door, the woman turned back to Chris and said, "Come."

'What do I have to lose?' she thought, and stood up to follow the woman. Once out of the door, they were in some sort of hallway, painted white, just like her cell. It seemed to go on forever; Chris could not tell how far they walked, because as soon as the exited, the door to the cell shut, and no seam could be seen. There were no markings or shadows on the walls either, so everything was a washed-out white, dizzyingly so.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the woman stopped, to Chris it seemed like for no particular reason. Then, after a moment, she reached out and put her hand, fingers spread, on the wall. A moment passed, and then another, when Chris noticed a change. There was a spot on the wall, lengthening into a line, which became a spiderweb of cracks, forming an upright rectangle. The door swung open, and the woman pushed her through, then shut the door, again leaving no seam in the wall.

In contrast to her cell and the hallway, this room was painted black, and the only light was a red bulb giving everything an eerie look. Suddenly afraid, Chris sat down in one of the corners, her knees curled up at her chest, and began to recite the Lord's Prayer:

"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name, Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven..."

She must have fallen asleep, because she woke to find a large man shaking her roughly.

"Master Khestad demands to speak with you. Immediately," he said, with a heavy accent that Chris could not place.

When she didn't move right away, the man pulled her sharply to her feet, and pushed her to the center of the room. She stumbled, and when she looked up, a blindfold immediately restricted her sight.

"I will not permit you to see my face," a male voice said. "That would be dangerous. Not that I expect you to escape." Then he laughed, the sound cold and ruthless, chilling Chris to the bone.

"What do you want with me?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The man just smiled, although she couldn't see it. "I suppose that would be safe to tell you. You will be the first of an experiment that I have been working on my entire life. I despise mutants. All of them. So at a very young age, I came u with a plan to rid the world of them. You, that is. I designed a solution that, when drunk, would change any mutant's DNA to make them more distinguishable. These chemicals would only affect mutants; humans will not be changed. After the mutants are changed, a second potion will be injected into them that will attack the new DNA, killing the mutant.

"You are my test subject," he continued. "You will get the solution and the injection so I can be sure that it works."

He stopped, and for a moment Chris was paralyzed; she was going to die. Then one of the soldier men walked in and whispered to the man. Chris could not quite catch what he said.

"Oh yes," the man said aloud, "For the rest of the experiment you will be sharing your cell with another mutant we have just caught- a male. Any...indecencies...will be severely punished. I'm saving that for my second experiment." Again he laughed mercilessly, and before Chris even knew there was more people in the room, she was being dragged away, presumable back to her cell...

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Literally thrown back into her cell, Chris just lay where she landed. Determined not to cry, she took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. A hand on her shoulder startled her, making her jump back. But, as she had been laying on her stomach, she only succeeded in falling over onto her back.

"Easy, easy," a voice said. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

Chris looked up- straight into the startling green eyes of a dark-haired boy.

"I'm Brian," he said, holding out his hand to help her up.

"Chris," she replied, taking his hand and standing up, "You're my 'room mate'?"

"It would appear that way," he said, "Although you wouldn't guess it by just looking in here."

Chris furrowed her brows trying to think of what he meant. As if hearing her unspoken question, he motioned for her to look behind him. She took a step, and looked around. Nothing had changed, except that there was a pole of what looked like blankets in the corner.

"Oh," she said as she realized it. Everything was the same as before; there was still only one hammock. Her first thought was that maybe they could both sleep on it, but she quickly shunned that thought. If they were to do that, the only way would be to lay on top of each other. Definitely not.

"We can think about that later," said Brian. "Right now we have to-"

(A/N: mind pictures done. back to normal time)

"Logan? Chris?" said a voice, startling them out of their reverie. "Are you guys...ok?" It was Kitty, standing in the doorway looking very bewildered.

After realizing that they had been sitting there, staring into each other's eyes for quite a while, Logan cleared his throat and Chris said, "Yes. Yes, we're fine" And then to Logan, "Thank you for the pizza. See you tomorrow?" And without waiting for an answer, she left, heading for her room.

Kitty opened her mouth to ask a question, but Logan cut her off before she even began with a simple, "Don't ask," and headed for his own room to think of what he had just seen.

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