Whoot! Third Chapter!!!

Every third chapter (3, 6, 9) is a 3rd person account of the events that were flashbacks in the last chapters. I'm focusing a lot on Adalyn's old life, and if you can figure out why, I'll give you a cookie. (HINT: Refer back to the description of her old life in the first chapter! The answer is GLARING at you!)

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They saw her, but no one honestly paid any attention to her. She was as invisible as the air to them, just a child who had obviously run away from home and was wandering the streets. She walked alone, never meeting up with someone who could help her, and she slept on park benches. People wanted to help her, that small child with long auburn hair, cute from a distance, but when they'd get close, they'd see her eyes. There was no white part of her eyes, eyes that were just a green iris on black. People were afraid, and due to that fear, they called her 'mutant freak' and 'mutie trash'. She just bore with it, not allowing these people to scare her or annoy her. After a while, people started getting violent, and she'd always back away from someone approaching her. She didn't fear people; she just didn't want to get hurt.

"Get away from me!" she yelled at a boy older than she as he approached her. This was how it always started. She reached up and touched a bruise on her face she had received when some man had slapped her 2 days earlier.

"I won't hurt you," his voice echoed in her mind. She jumped backwards, farther from him, but her eyes glared at him in an interested way.

"You're a telepath?" she asked him, scared and surprised at the same time. Maybe this one wouldn't hurt her.

"Yes. I know you're a mutant too," he said to her, and she stopped backing away and looked into his cinnamon eyes. Eyes like everyone else…yet so different. She had never seen eyes that color.

"How?" she seemed skeptical, but somewhat believing.

"Your eyes. Beautiful eyes they are too," he added that last part, and she blushed. She thought his eyes were beautiful…unlike her wretched eyes that caused people to hurt her.

"Who are you?" she asked, and he smiled at her, causing her to come closer, unafraid.

"My name is Perry, but my group calls me Wanderer. We're a family, you see. We're not really related, aside from my brother and I, but we're as close as any family can get. I saw you a few days ago, saw your eyes, and told my brother I had found another mutant. He's our leader. He told me to find you and see if you needed help. So now I'm offering: would you like a place to live and a family to take care of you?" he seemed genuinely sincere.

"Yes," she said after a few moments. He reached out his hand to take hers, and she slipped hers into his, surprised at how well their hands fit together.

"Where are we going?" she asked, suddenly nervous again. He squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"We're going to where my group is waiting. Well…there are only two others beside myself. You'll like them," he led her to a boy and a girl who sat under a tree together quite a bit away on the outskirts of the park. The girl was visibly a few years younger than the boy…well; you could even go as far as saying, "man".

"She decided to come?" the man asked. This was obviously Wanderer's brother. They looked almost identical; same black hair, but his brother's eyes were a few shades darker; the stereotypical brown color. The girl, however, had blonde hair falling just to her shoulders; and crystal clear blue eyes.

"Isn't that obvious, Foster?" Wanderer asked him; turning to give the girl whose hand he was holding a smile.

"Wanderer, what's her name and powers?" The blonde asked lightly.

"Oh God…I forgot to ask her," he said, just realizing his error.

"Wanderer!"

"Giver!" he retaliated, finally giving the face a name for the young girl he had just brought along. Giver got up and looked into the younger girl's eyes.

"What's your name?" she asked her. The girl looked away in an attempt to hide her eyes from her.

"Adalyn," the girl said ever so softly. It sufficed for the group. Soon when her powers manifested, she became known as Sovereign.

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"Just breathe, Sovereign, your powers are linked to the emotions you have as well. You can control strong emotion if you just breathe without having to force the other person to shut it off by breathing and pushing it into its place." Wanderer spoke these words; it had been three years since he had found this girl on the streets of New York. Now it was his job to help her now that her powers had manifested.

"I've tried Perry," Adalyn seemed as if she was in pain; she looked like she had a migraine.

"Try again, Lynnie. I know you can do this," it had been recently discovered that Adalyn could sense and control feelings and urges. Her power was enormous. She just needed to learn how to keep herself from just going around stopping people from feeling certain emotions, extremes, that took over the entire mind, giving her the ability to see what the person is thinking, they're so strong. She had to concentrate, for quite a few breathless moments, but finally she was able to push his extreme emotion of lust into its place. He saw her face finally relax.

"Good," he breathed, gathering her into a brotherly hug, lifting her off the ground because she was so short compared to he. She squealed and hugged him back, so joyful that she had finally done what she had always thought impossible.

"And what's going on in here?" Foster walked into the bedroom. Wanderer blushed lightly and put Adalyn on the floor.

"I finally figured out how to get rid of an extreme headache without getting rid of the emotion itself, Foster. Wanderer showed me," she said, blushing as well. Foster just nodded, and walked out. As soon as the door clicked closed, they both burst out laughing joyously.

I hope you liked my first 3rd person interlude. As always, please review!

Responses:

Enigma Nox – In response to you're question about Rogue's powers, she gained control. It will all be explained in time. I knew that Remy wasn't related to the LeBeau family, and neither is Adalyn. I didn't know all this DNA and cloning stuff, I actually don't know much about Remy except what I've read in the X-Men ultimate guide . I figured that he was abandoned by his family and taken in by the LeBeau's, in all honesty. Also, thank you! I love getting feedback on my work!