Author's Note: I had this idea last night and I am so excited about it! I thought I would do a series of stories entitled The Sisterhood. Each one would be about a different mutant and their lives before and during their time at the Sisterhood. Don't worry, X fans, the X-men will play a large role in the story. The first one I wanted to start with was Mystique, because something had to happen to her after X3. Other potential Sisterhood stories: Nyx, Rogue, and Dimensia(before my other story)

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The Sisterhood

They come from all across the world, some already mutated and some normal humans. And they all have two things in common: A mysterious woman brought them together, and they all live and die for one another. Together, they create the Sisterhood, men and women who protect each other and mutants all over the world. (A cross between the X-men and the Brotherhood)

Mystique

The days don't pass like they used to. Before the trial, at least I had something positive to look forward to. They promised when I first came here with information that if I told them everything they would let me go. That's exactly what I did. Everything that I had ever learned about Magneto, Pyro, or anyone else, I told. Then they hit me with this shit.

A trial.

It hadn't occurred to me until then that I would be tried for previous offenses. Murders of government officials, impersonating an officer (ha!), and other things like that. I had assumed that those would be overlooked along with the rest of my offenses when I helped them. No. The moment I had told them everything they deemed me useless. I was hand cuffed and thrown into prison the very same day.

I had hope that day, that they would come to their senses and let me out. After all, they did promise. But I guess that was just my human emotion coming back since I was now defenseless. When no one came the next day, I began to lose hope. My hope had waned from that day to this one. The trial is over and I have been sentenced to four life sentences.

I fully expected to stay here for the rest of my life. So imagine my surprise when I was taken out of my cell into another room. I was seated on one side of a table and a vacant chair was opposite me on the other side. I recognized this room as an interrogation room and wondered what they wanted with me again. They couldn't possibly have more use for me. I've told them everything I know.

A pudgy officer whose stomach was spilling over his belt opened the door. He was smirking at me. Everyone smirked at me now. I couldn't help but think of all the things I would have done to him before I was "cured." He broke me out of my thoughts by telling me in a drawling voice, "Your new defense attorney's here."

I was confused. Hadn't I already had a trial? One that I pled guilty to? I quickly reached the conclusion that they were just doing this as a ploy, an attempt to make tell more or just give me false hope.

Regardless, this attorney looked more competent than the last. She was middle-aged, had good bone structure, and looked powerful. She held her head high when she walked. Well, it was more of a strut. She looked like the sort of woman I would have morphed into to fool someone in the government or argue a point in a debate.

She sat down across from me and opened a large manila folder. She glanced down and began glancing through the papers. Of course that was a ploy. If she didn't already know about me then she wouldn't be here. It was probably all to test my reactions, so I made none.

Smiling, my new attorney looked up at me from the papers. "Quite a record here, Mystique. Or Raven? Which would you prefer?" She seemed sincere, but I only shrugged. It hardly mattered any more, though there was a strong part of me that wanted to cry out, "I'm not Raven! Don't address me by my slave name!" But I knew that I was no longer a mutant, nor was I entitled to the name Mystique.

"Alright, then. It would probably be best if we started from the beginning. I have to know about you if I'm going to represent you," she said.

I eyed her carefully before I replied. She hadn't said anything about herself, not even her name of that she was my lawyer. I decided to be inquisitive. "Do you have a name?"

She smiled, not offended in the least, and brushed her long red hair away from her face. "Alena Saunders."

"Alright, Alena Saunders, what would you like to know about me?"

"Like I said, let's just start from the beginning."

I stared at her for a moment. It was times like these that I miss my yellow eyes. They made people cringe and look away in fear. No simple human was brave enough to stare me down like Alena Saunders. It was only then that I noticed her eyes had the strangest reddish tint to them. Yes, they were red near the pupils and faded to an emerald green on the outside of the iris. It was the first time that I stopped to consider the possibility that she could have been a mutant. Maybe she could help me…

"My real name, my slave name, is Raven Darkholme," I began. From there I told her my story from the beginning. I started with my mutation and told her everything from there. I told her about my parents, Magneto, the Brotherhood, and the betrayal. Through the entire story she listened intently, not making the slightest motion lest it disrupt me. When I finished she remained quiet, though there was a hint of a smile on her lips.

"Well," she said finally, "I can get you out of here."

"Yeah, sure," I replied. What the hell was she thinking! This Alena woman obviously did not hear anything that I said. I pled guilty! I was going to spend four life sentences in this prison because I pled guilty! But I misunderstood her. She smiled at my disbelieving look and…

…Suddenly the wall to my right was ripped clean off its foundation! I was thrown off my chair from the force. Winds tore through the room and I covered my face from the glaring sun that was now streaming through.

Alena stood calmly and began walking towards the new exit. "Coming?" she asked, smiling over her shoulder at me. I quickly scrambled up and followed her and soon spotted a large jet, similar to that of the X-men's. She ushered me inside and I found myself staring at the inside of a very spacious personal jet. The seats were cushioned and sat near tables that were laden with food and drinks. This was clearly not what I had expected.

"Ok!" Alena shouted at the pilot. I had failed to notice him before. But now that I saw him I wondered how I could have missed him. It was impossible to know how tall he was since he was sitting down, but he was muscular with dark hair. What made him unforgettable was the fact that he was purple.

"Who is he?" I asked Alena as she sat down at the nearest table. I took a seat across from her and intended to question her thoroughly.

"One of my best and most trusted friends," she replied smiling. Before I could say anything else she kept going. "So, is there anywhere in particular you want to go? I could drop you off."

I falter and my face flushed. I hadn't thought until now what would happen or where I would go. I must have assumed that because Alena and her friend broke me out, they were going to take me with them wherever their home was. The hard truth hit me: I didn't have anywhere to go. But I was too ashamed to say anything like that, so I kept quiet.

Alena must have understood my silence because her next remark was quiet and soft. "Would you like to come and stay with us? There are many more mutants there, and I don't live too far away. We would welcome you, Mystique."

Alright," I said briefly. Though I didn't want to admit it now, her kindness touched me. It was the first kindness I had received since being shot with the cure.

Alena smiled again, this time a sincere one. "Welcome to the Sisterhood, Mystique."