Shout outs:

Mark C: Yeah she really is but she might be worse then you think. No the protocols are just information nothing more, yes Angle will show up too, and I'm glad you think Wanda and Kurt would make a good couple.

Chica De Los Ojos Café: Yes everyone will know eventually and she'll have to work through it later on.

Episodic: Don't worry things will eventually work out, and I agree with you I liked Betsy too and hated how they killed her off like that. Can you blame everyone for being stressed considering everything? Yeah I read about that but I thought they did more to Rogue then that, but maybe it was implied since they were still with the comic code back then. And you're right about the personalities in a way.

TheLegendaryManHimself: No she didn't in fact none of them deserve any of this but you're right about darkest before the light. I am going to place her in the AGU series but not in Adjustments that's ending soon.

Wen1: Possible but Shaw wants Jean for himself plus what better way then to warp her view of Scott in order to turn her? Plus they want to psychologically break them and bend them to their will also.

Sparky Genocide: You're just figuring this out about Selene? Hey with what you did to Nightingale in your X-Men fic you're not one to talk, but that's the only scene like that that should show up in this story.

The Uncanny R-Man: Well…later on yes. Yeah I'm sick of all those horribly written Amanda/Kurt break ups and wanted to do something with some feeling to it. Yeah there's some Betsy/Warren in this.

Thanks to: X00001, coldqueen, Lil Jean

CHAPTER 8: PSYLOCK

Her name was Betsy Braddock; she was nineteen with long purple dyed hair and Asian features. The weird thing was she was born as a white girl in England, but of course this wasn't her real body either. What happened was a few years ago she had been a promising young model with purple hair. She wanted to stand out so she dyed it and loved the look. She also was kind of shy around people and reserved thanks to her high-class upbringing.

Soon after she found out she was a mutant, mainly telepathy and her family was thankfully okay with that. Then on a trip to Asia, she had been on vacation when she had been involved in an accident. She had been killed in a car crash as she had been told, but her mind was still alive somehow. Then just as suddenly, she found herself in a new body this of a female warrior named Kwannon, a warrior of a group called The Hand.

When she woke up in the new body she found that she had all the memories and knowledge that Kwannon had and she quickly realized that if they found out that she wasn't Kwannon they might kill her, and she didn't want to die again. So she fooled them for three months as she was recovering and she went through the training as well. For the first time Betsy felt more confident and stronger then ever, not knowing if it was part of Kwannon or the training or both, but she was better then she had been.

On her first mission she 'vanished' from sight. She left them and slowly made her way back to England. She had stayed in a motel for the first week trying to figure out how to tell her family she was alive because she had already found out that she pronounced 'dead.' At least…Her body was supposed to be dead. After a week, she missed her family too much to not see them.

It wasn't an easy reunion. When she showed up, of course they didn't know her and when she said she was their daughter they grew understandably angry, but then she told them things only 'Betsy' would know, they weren't so sure. After an hour, she grew frustrated and 'showed' them the truth with her mind. She showed her dying and being reborn and where she had been the past few months.

After that things got better. It was weird at first, but her family had been so happy to have their daughter back again even though she did look differently. She was accepted and loved and she enjoyed being back with her family. But then things had changed, or more accurately she had changed. She was more independent and free spirited now and the usual things that she loved like modeling no longer held any appeal to her. After some time she wanted to get out and see the world. Also, her mother had been trying to set her up with a possible future husband. Betsy had to admit her mother was persistent and while she did love her mother for worrying, she felt that she could handle things herself.

So she decided to go to America for a while in order to give her mother some space and to take a more active role in her family's holdings in the States as well. So it was there while attending a certain high-class party she had met him. Betsy had never believed in those, love at first sight tales, but it was damn close the night she met Warren Worthington III.

He was tall, handsome with blond hair, and bore very broad shoulders. Although she wouldn't know until much later why, but that didn't matter. She had seen him listening to this atrocity going on and on about mutants and he looked uncomfortable, so she glided to him and managed to whisk him away. Warren had been thankful to his timely 'rescue' and when he asked how he could repay her, Betsy only asked for a dance.

At least that was how it started…Just as one dance. But as the night went on they did more then just one, in fact they literally danced the night away. They briefly talked and got to know one another when they took a break from dancing, but kept going back for more. The entire night was one of Betsy's most cherished memories and it was the same for Warren.

He found Betsy to be a breath of fresh air from all the other high class woman he was forced to mingle with. Betsy also found herself captivated by Warren and it wasn't a surprise when they left together for a late dinner and soon found themselves at Warren's apartment. Although Warren was regretting that, he wasn't 'ousted' as a mutant and he liked this girl a lot, so he figured when she learned that he was a mutant then she would freak.

It wouldn't be the first time, in fact he remembered how his last girlfriend a year ago up in his ski lodge that he had accidentally let her see his wings…It didn't go to well.

Betsy was admiring his tastes in decorations, but kept on getting this apprehensive feelings off of him like he was hiding something and he seemed to be hesitant in a weird way. She sat down on a chair.

"Warren are you alright?" She asked him crossing her legs in her black dress.

"No." He said, but there was something in his tone that told her he was lying. "This has been great, but I think it's time to say goodnight."

Betsy sighed knowing he was right and got up. "I suppose, so when can we do this again?" She asked him with a smile and hoping that it would be soon. But the hesitation on his face made her smile falter a bit.

"What?"

"I don't think we should see each other again." He said turning away from her.

"What?! Why? I thought we had a great time." She demanded from him.

"It's complicated."

"Bullocks! You bloody give me one reason why you won't see me again! Is there someone else?" She got angry with the thought that this was all just some playboy social lie thing with him and was one of those guys that just led several girls around at the same time.

"It's not that…It's…You wouldn't like the 'real' me." He said staring out the window.

"I thought I was talking to the 'real' you."

He hung his head a little while resting his arm on the glass door of the balcony. "There's something about me you wouldn't like."

"What?" She asked softly a thousand different things went through her mind of what it could be. "Tell me!"

"I'm a mutant!" He shouted to her turning around quickly facing her. "There…Happy?" He said now defeated and waited for the moment that he hated, but to his confusion he just started to laugh. "What? It's true."

'I believe you luv.' Came a voice out of nowhere that sounded like her, but her mouth hadn't moved or know where the voice was coming from. 'What? You think you're the only mutant in the world?' The voice sounded amused and the look on her face mirrored it.

"You're a mutant too?" He asked her a little shocked from this.

She smiled and nodded and walked closer to him. "I'm a telepath luv and I can also make these." She held up her hand and a strange energy formed like a blade, then she put it away. "So…What about you?" She watched as he took off his jacket and his inner vest and saw several strange looking straps. As soon as he undid them, two angelic wings were released from their constraint and he sighed with the sensation of finally letting his wings out.

Betsy just stared open mouthed at him. "My God…You're an angel." She whispered out and looked at his beautiful wings. He really did look like an angel and she reached out to touch them, but then stopped and looked at Warren and he nodded. She gently ran her hand over the feathers. "Wow." She breathed.

"You don't mind?" He asked her.

"They're beautiful Warren." She told him and pressed herself up against his chest and kissed him. At first it was light, but soon he wrapped his arms around her and she did the same. The passion increased between the two and when they broke it, they just stared into each other's eyes and felt a connection…Almost like this was meant to be.

They kissed again and soon the passion increased and she soon found herself in his bedroom as they took off each other's clothing. Warren's shirt was kind of hard for her with the wings and all, but after getting a system down Warren easy pulled it off. They started to make love that fateful night. And as Betsy was on top riding him, she was afraid he might be uncomfortable laying down on the bed with his wings but he seemed fine as they were spread out.

Warren ran his hands over her incredible body. It was so finely toned yet not too muscular and was still very feminine. Betsy moaned has he ran his hands over her, caressing her and massaging her round breast causing more moans of pleasure from her. She bent down lower and let him take one of them in his mouth, causing her to gasp. They continued on…Betsy was in a frantic pace, thrusting onto him with vigor. Her orgasm about to explode then Warren held her hips in place as he started thrusting up into her and she felt him cum inside of her which was the last straw for her as she cried out his name as her climax hit.

After riding out her pleasure, she fell on top of him and to her amazement his wings wrapped around them as she rested on his chest. She wasn't the kind of girl for one night stands…But that had been amazing. She smiled, feeling Warren was thinking the same thing as she was and she knew that she very well had found herself the man of her dreams.

New York City – Warren's Apartment- Present

"Betsy, let's talk about this!" urged the winged mutant, Warren 'Angel' Worthington III.

"No luv, you've made it clear that you don't want to talk!" replied Elizabeth 'Betsy' Braddock, a beautiful, purple haired mutant woman with the power of telepathy and psionic projection.

Warren tried to follow the angry woman as she stormed off towards the door in a fit of rage as the argument between her and her lover neared the 45 minute mark.

"Betsy…The Hellfire Club is bad news! I won't let you go there!" said Warren adamantly as he grabbed Betsy's shoulder in order to stop her from walking out the door.

However, this gesture was met with a rather harsh response as Betsy forcefully grabbed the winged mutant's hand and shoved him back. Her strength was quite surprising as Warren felt himself nearly lose his balance. Betsy Braddock, or Psylock as she was also called, was a strong woman who didn't like to be told what to do. Her relationship with Warren had its ups and downs like all relationships and she loved him. They both knew it was never even remotely this bad before, but she had made up her mind and not even Warren could change it.

"You're not even a member!" shot Betsy as she looked back at her lover in defiance, "I know what I'm doing Warren. I can make my own decisions! Now either stop this, or leave me alone! I'm going…"

And before Warren could even formulate a response, he heard the door slam behind her.

"Damn it!" grunted Warren as he slammed his fists onto a nearby table.

As he got up, Warren Worthington III repeatedly kicked himself mentally for letting this happen. Once again, the Hellfire Club was screwing with his life. He knew that the Club was not a very savory organization better than he was willing to admit. His family had once been involved in the club back in England and at one point aspired to become a part of it. But when they learned some of views on the world and how they used power to further their own ends no matter what the cost and the elitist attitude always left a bad taste in his mouth. However, the Hellfire Club was never an easy place to get away from no matter how much anybody tried as he heard but then again the few that did get in rarely wanted to leave anyway.

Warren had thought he had put the club behind him years ago. But shortly after Apocalypse, that all changed when he met a beautiful mutant woman named Elizabeth Braddock. While her body was not the one she was born in as a result of freak accident, she was still one of the most enticing, enchanting girl he had ever come across. Both their families were rich and their chemistry proved strong. For the most part, everything was good. They had a rocky start, but Warren had quickly come to connect with her as she did with him. But unfortunately, she had also connected with the Hellfire Club.

Early on, Betsy had expressed an interest in joining the elite ranks of the Hellfire Club. The power and prestige of such a position was the yearning of even the wealthiest individuals. Betsy was a strong, ambitious, and independent woman and that was one of the things that Warren liked about her. But because it involved the Hellfire Club, such desires often led to disagreements between them. This one that they had just had was by far the worst and now that Betsy was actually going to the club, Warren couldn't help but worry. The Hellfire Club was always a wildcard, but he shuttered to think what they may do if Betsy got involved.

Hellfire Club

The elite and omniscient Hellfire Club had much reason to celebrate on a scheduled night of festivity for honored guests and partners. The select few that got to attend this little gathering were the cream of the crop of the upper class. Yet even their wealth was but a laughable notion to the lucky members of the Hellfire Club as they walked amongst them in the grand ballroom. To the untrained observer, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It looked like a regular upper class gathering to the guests, and that's the way the inner circle wanted it. Nobody had any idea as to the grim state of Jean, Rogue, Vincent, and Emma in the levels below. And for Betsy Braddock, none of this was sensed with her telepathy as she walked freely amongst the club, bent on having a good time and hopefully making an impression on the inner circle.

"Elizabeth Braddock," said a deep, sophisticated voice from behind as the lavender haired mutant made small talk and helped herself to some of the food.

"Now whose voice could that be?" wondered Betsy in a humored tone, knowing full well who it was as she turned around to face the source of the voice, "Sebastian Shaw. My, my what a surprise."

"Betsy my dear, you look divine," said Shaw as he took her hand and gave it a kiss as he took in her sexy red dress that was cut along the sides to show her sexy legs and was cut in a V along the top to show off her well-shaped chest.

"Still the charmer I see," said Betsy as she watched Shaw's eyes drift up and down her body.

"I'm glad you could make it my dear," Shaw said with an insidious grin that would have made anybody's skin crawl, but Betsy shrugged it off. She had been working hard on making an impression on the club and Shaw's attraction simply served as a sign that she succeeding.

"Yes, I always enjoy the club's little parties. They are always quite the spectacle," said Betsy as she looked around and admired the fancy, almost royal atmosphere.

"Well we have reason to celebrate," explained Shaw with a grin, "We recently recruited a few new members to our glorious organization and are quite optimistic of their potential."

"New recruits?" said Psylock curiously, sounding half intrigued and half disappointed that she didn't know about the opportunity that she had so sorely aspired to.

"Indeed…However, don't expect to see them just yet. But who knows…Perhaps if you're lucky you may someday meet them," mused the mysterious man, thinking about the disposition of the three mutants still in the lower levels. He greatly looked forward to seeing the impression they would make once they were all finally broken, which if Selene's report was any indication, would be anytime now for the two girls at least, but a little longer for Emma and the boy.

"I would very much like to," said Betsy as she took a sip of her wine.

"Well enjoy yourself my dear. Who knows…Perhaps maybe one day you could join those lucky recruits," smiled Shaw as he walked away.

Betsy was left to wander around and admire the expensive and elaborate decorations throughout the ballroom. But unknown to her, Shaw's actions had caught Harry Leland's attention. Both men didn't take their eyes off the woman as she aimlessly started too wandered around the ballroom, only occasionally talking to some of the other guest so as not to look strange.

"Isn't that Betsy Braddock again?" said Leland as Shaw approached him.

"Indeed," replied Shaw, "I get the impression she's still bent on joining our ranks."

"That would be quite the understatement," scoffed Leland.

"She's a mutant you know," said Shaw with a grin, "She's a telepath with psionic abilities and ninja-like reflexes and fighting skill."

"Really?" said Leland, sounding intrigued now, "Why haven't you told any of us about her before?"

"Because…I'm not sure if she's Hellfire material," said Shaw looking back at the purple haired woman with a strange look in his eye, "She's somewhat stubborn and arrogant."

"Oh and Selene isn't?" joked Leland.

Shaw couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Very true, but Selene also has a sense of subtlety and patience with her…Not to mention a drive to go beyond certain…Barriers," explained Shaw, "I just don't think she has the ruthlessness or the guts to do what we do in the inner circle."

"Well our line of work is definitely not for the faint of heart my friend," said Leland as he took another sip of his wine.

"That it is most certainly not," Shaw agreed, "And…There is one more major thing about Miss Braddock that just doesn't make her worthy of our ranks."

"And what might that be?" asked Leland.

"I don't trust her…"

While Shaw and Leland continued discussing Betsy and the progress of the new recruits, Betsy soon found herself start to wander beyond the ballroom and into other areas of the prestigious and affluent building. She had always admired the dwellings of the Hellfire Club, it was one of the reasons why she was so bent on joining this place. The lives they lived were just so amazing and the mystery behind the whole group only made it more enticing. They seemed like something straight out of a fairy tale. As Betsy soon found herself alone and wandering the beautifully decorated room, she began to feel a funny tingle in the back of her mind.

'Augh…Bloody telepathy,' thought Betsy as she tried to shake her mind clear.

But then suddenly…She sensed something strange which caused her to freeze in her tracks. As she wandered within the area close to the access area for the lower levels, the feeling only got stronger. Being this deep inside the building, the psychic shielding had little effect on her powers. Following the growing strength of the scrambled telepathic signals, Psylock headed towards what seemed like a seemingly insignificant wall. There, she noticed a strange fixture on a small statue.

'What in the hell? Oh, why does this feel like a bad horror movie waiting to happen?' thought Betsy as she slowly and wearily raised her hand to touch the statue.

But as she feared, the moment she touched the statue something happened. Like something right out of a horror movie, a mechanical sounding gear was activated and the wall before her opened.

'God I hate it when I'm right,' thought the telepath as she began to walk through the opening.

Betsy had a sinking feeling as to where this was leading, but her curiosity got the better of her. The lingering mystery to the Hellfire Club had always been intriguing to her and the possibility of learning more about this most elitist of elite groups was just too good to pass up.

She soon found herself slowly and cautiously making her way down a dimly lit stairway with no windows. However, unknown to her…Security cameras camouflaged into the wall were watching her every move. But Betsy's curiosity was just too great and her desire to get into this club was just too great. Once she reached the bottom of the stairways, she felt as though she had walked into some sort of medieval dungeon or something. It was not something she had expected to find, but never-the-less, she pressed on. Then, she got another burst of a telepathic presence.

Suddenly, she was overcome with a terrible feeling of pain, hopelessness, and despair. A feeling of being haunted, tortured, and physically violated both mentally and sexually. A brief image of a sickly looking pale-skinned girl flashed before her eyes with horrible bruises on her bodies and the horrible feeling of being ravaged without mercy. Then, an image of a deeply disturbed and confused redhead flashed before her minds eye. A feeling of confusion, loneliness, and isolation soon gripped her as a deep feeling of angst soon came over her. There was one more presence left, but it was fiercely guarded…That is, everything except the pain both the physical and a terrible emotional one.

Betsy had seen and felt enough. Something seriously wrong was going on here. Whoever she had sensed, they were definitely in a horrible state both mentally and physically. Then, the purple haired mutant felt a horrible sense of foreboding in the back of her mind as she finally stopped cold in her tracks and felt that she shouldn't be here. She had come down wanting to know the secrets of the club, but from what little she just found out, she already knew too much. She had to tell somebody…Something had to be done.

Just then, a new presence appeared behind Betsy.

"Well, well, well…What do we have here? A little snoop?" said Selene with a sinister grin as she looked at the unwelcome guest standing before her.

"What's going on down here?" demanded Betsy, "What are you people doing?"

"That, my dear, is something you do NOT wish to know," mocked Selene.

"Save the denial, bitch! I know what I sensed!" said Psylock, not feeling intimidated by this dark woman's presence.

"You pathetic little fool…You really have no idea what you're getting into," Selene said with an insidious grin.

"Oh yes I do…I'm getting out of here!"

Betsy didn't waste time as she made a quick dash with her ninja-like speed back up the steps, but Selene had already touched a button on her watch and summoned guards to block the entrance while informing Shaw and Leland at the same time.

Upon reaching the first level, Betsy was met with five masked guards and they had no intention of letting her through. But this did little to dissuade the combat trained mutant as she sprang into action.

"Out of my way shit heads!" she yelled as she used her powers to fling several psionic blades towards them.

This created a brief opening for her to quickly make her way through, but one guard was able to recover from the stun and block her way. But he was quickly overwhelmed by a quick three punch combo followed by a swift jump kick that sent the bewildered guard flying and allowing Betsy to make her way out the door.

However, back in the Hellfire Club, neither Shaw nor Leland seemed all too concerned by this development. If anything, Shaw looked all the more smug upon seeing that his suspicions were vindicated.

"See…I told you we couldn't trust her," Shaw said to Leland with a snide grin.

"Well obviously," replied Leland as he rolled his eyes and took out a small, handheld communicator, "Send the Reavers. Bring that woman back at all costs."

Outside, Betsy had quickly jumped into her high-performance luxury Mercedes and kicked it into high gear as she sped off onto the streets. Although she didn't know who exactly she would go to, she decided that it was best to worry about that later and just focus on getting away at the moment. But before she could even get half a mile, she soon found herself being pursued by five strange looking men on motorcycles.

"You've got to be kidding me!" groaned Betsy as she sped up and made a sharp turn down another road.

However, the Reavers quickly gained on her with their lighter, faster vehicles. Each cybernetically enhanced soldier was armed with enhanced strength, a built in firearm, and long sharpened stainless steel blade that had been sharpened to perfection and protruded from their wrists. Where they got such enhancements was anybody's guess, but Betsy didn't wish to stick around to find out.

As the men on the motorcycles closed in, Betsy made a quick and abrupt exit from the highway and sped into narrower, less open roads in hopes of losing her pursuers. However, the Reavers remained surprisingly persistent, never losing sight of her for a moment. Soon, Betsy found herself alongside one of the men on the motorcycles and despite her best efforts, he had no intention of being left behind.

"Make it easier on yourself lady!" yelled the man from his bike, "Or you'll wish you had!"

"Buzz off bolt for brains!" responded Betsy as she blasted the man with a psionic blade, sending him swerving off the street and into an alley.

The man would survive without a scratch, but his comrades remained in hot pursuit. Betsy continued to make death defying turns around sharp areas while the four remaining Reavers continued to follow close. Upon seeing one of their own being taken out of the chase, the group of Cyborgs were through playing around. As they reached a brief straight away down an unpopulated street, they began opening fire with their built in guns, which quickly surprised Betsy as she was forced to swerve once more.

"Bloody hell!" swore the young psychic as she hooked her wheel to the right, making a swift turn towards an area that went under a bridge.

Betsy quickly rolled down her window and tried to return fire with her psionic blades, using her rearview mirror as a guide. But the nimble motorcycles were hard targets to hit and they did little to slow them down.

Then, Betsy suddenly felt a powerful jolt from her car as several rounds of bullets from the Reavers took out her tires with a bang. Sparks began to fly as Betsy was now forced to ride on the rims of her Mercedes, yet she still managed to stay clear. However, this soon wouldn't last.

"Time to end this!" said one of the men on the motorcycle as he rode up along side her car and took aim with his gun at the fuel tank.

Betsy tried one last move with the wheel, but it proved too little, too late. A din of gunfire rang out and after one single bullet hit the gas tank, the rear section of the car exploded in a huge burst of flame sending the car rolling on its side. When the car came to an abrupt stop, the four Reavers stopped their bikes near the wreck.

"What an unfortunate little girl," said one of the Reavers, "She should have known better."

Then, one of the cyborgs proceeded to walk over to the still flaming car and used his mechanically enhanced strength to rip off one of the doors and pull out an unconscious Betsy Braddock. There was a small wound on her forehead, but she was out cold. Despite the rather messy chase, the Reavers stood in triumph.

"Come…Let us return her to the club. I'm sure that the Inner Circle will want to have a word with her after this little stunt."

-Later-

Betsy groaned as her eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling and her head and part of her body hurt like hell. She tried to remember what had happed. And it wasn't long before it all started coming back to her…The club, what she found, and of course, the case.

The last thing she remembered was her car crashing. She looked and saw a girl with brown and white hair curled into a ball on a bed with a red head beside her. They were asleep and it looked like the red headed one had been comforting her. Then, she remembered that flash she got earlier and hoped that wasn't the same poor girl she had sensed.

"Well, your up." Betsy turned to see a very attractive blond in the same garments as the girls only white. In fact, she placed a purple pair on Betsy's bed. "You're supposed to put that on, and trust me…You better to it before they get back."

The woman had a tough exterior and held herself high. Betsy knew someone from high society when she saw it, but there was something else and she tried to look into this woman's mind, but couldn't. In fact, she couldn't access her powers at all to her horror.

"If your trying to use your powers…don't." The blond told her as she gestured to a collar on her neck. "These stop all mutant powers and in case you didn't notice, you've got one too."

Betsy felt her neck and found the metal much to her dismay. "What's going on here?"

Emma sighed. "You're Shaw's new 'guest' and believe me you're going to wish you stayed home." Betsy already did, but she still needed to know what exactly was going on here. "I guess I should make the introductions and tell you what you need to know, but you really should change first."

Betsy looked down at her ruined dress and figured that even though it was a already a skimpy enough garment that hid practically nothing and looked like lingerie, it was better then the remains of the dress falling off her, which she knew it would since the only strap left was so thin it could snap at any time. She started to undress then noticed a young man on another bed with dark hair and bandages and stopped.

"Don't worry about Vince. He's asleep thankfully and if he was awake, he wouldn't peek. He's not the type." Emma informed her and Betsy caught the other woman looking at the man with a certain longing.

"A gentleman huh?" She said making light of the situation.

Emma nodded. "Yes, and that's a dying breed these days." Betsy nodded, having seen enough so called 'gentlemen' to know the difference between the real thing, like with her Warren. Then it hit her.

'Oh god Warren…What have I gotten myself into?' She thought as made herself a promise to say she was sorry for not listening to him when she got out of here…That is, if she did at all.

NEXT UP CHAPTER 9: INTRODUCTIONS AND HELPING HANDS