Here we go again.

Disclaimer: You get the point by now, I own nothing other than my OC's, the GNSP, and the plot.

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Yeah, its me Scott Summers, Cyclops, whatever you want to call me, I don't really care anymore.

Seven years ago, me and Jean took in a baby girl that was the daughter of Rogue, our former teammate, and for all intents and purposes, our current enemy. We learned that her eventual destiny would be to lead to the downfal of the Mutant Nation, and the savior of the entire world.

I don't know what to believe, but as I'm writing this somewhere in the desert in an old military base, wondering how we're ever going to get back to what passes as our home.

I knew that Katelyn's powers would one day emerge, with family like her's, I knew it would come, but she's only seven years old for crying out loud.

Okay, that was a little bit of an overreaction, but she'll be fine.

Unless this counciling session doesn't scar her for life.

And the little fact she learned by absorbing Pietro's memories

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CHAPTER 5:

COUNCILING AND PLANNING

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That night, Katelyn is tossing and turning in her hospital bed.

Katelyn's Dream...

"Father, don't do it, please!" Katelyn shouts, but its not in her voice, she realizes that it was Pietro's voice that came out of her mouth.

"YOU ARE WORTHLESS, QUICKSILVER, WORTHLESS!" The towering form of Magneto shouts over the quivering Pietro, Katelyn is watching through Pietro's eyes.

"Magneto, Remy really must protest," a man with a short goatee and dark brown hair, wearing a dark brown trench coat says in a cajun accent. "Aren't you being a little hard on the boy?"

"Remy, stay out of this," a young woman with dark auburn hair and white bangs, says in a southern accent, giving Pietro/Katelyn a look that sends shivers down their spine, Remy shudders a little, and backs away.

"Thank you Rogue, at least one of my children has enough smarts to not resist me. Now, lets see how you can work without those fast legs of yours, Quicksilver. Virulancy, get in here!" Magneto shouts, and the doors open.

The figure that steps in isn't that intimidating, he's a scrawny man, with greying hair that is falling out in places, but at the same time he is wearing a lab coat. He takes in a breath through an oxygen tank as he wheezes out his words.

"Lord Magneto, what is your bidding?" The old mutant wheezes.

Katelyn looked shocked, that was the mutant Virulancy? She had heard about him, they said that he was the one who killed Charles Xavier, he didn't really look like a guy who could kill a person by just thinking about it.

"Young Quicksilver has failed me for the last time," Magneto says. "Lets see how he likes spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair."

"It shall be done, my lord," Virulancy wheezes, taking a long breath from his oxygen tank, his body begins to glow with pure mental energy, which he throws at Pietro/Katelyn.

At that moment, everything seems to move in slow motion, Pietro/Katelyn turns his/her head away, waiting for the blow, but it never comes. Instead, when he/she turns his/her head around, Wanda had jumped in the way of the psychic blast, falling to the ground in pain, her legs no longer moving.

Magneto shakes his head. "I really expected better of you two, but it doesn't matter, you won't last more than a week without food and water," Magneto says, and the Acolytes throw the twins out into a swamp.

As they start to move away, Wanda calls out to Rogue.

"Rogue, listen to me, as your sister, don't trust Magneto, he'll eventualy lose patience with you like he did us, and then you'll be disposable, don't follow him!" She shouts, trying to get Rogue to stop and listen.

"Don't listen to their lies, Rogue, you are now really where you belong," Magneto says, placing a hand on Rogue's shoulder. "You will rise to heights your siblings could not, this is your fate, my daughter."

End dream...

Katelyn jumps up awake in bed, sweating and breathing heavily. What was that? she thinks to herself, looking at the sleeping form of Pietro two beds over. I wonder who that lady was...

She lies back in her bed, and slowly goes back to sleep.

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Jess lies back on the couch, deep in thought. Her mutation had a weird effect on her, she had lost the need to sleep when her powers emerged, she brushes her long white hair back, something she did whenever she was deep in thought. Something's not right, I can feel it, she thinks. Poor Katelyn, she's only seven years old, and we're dumping the fate of the world on her shoulders. We are Socialist Revolutionaries, but we're forcing a little girl to fight her own mother, a mother she doesn't even know about, does that make us any better than our enemies?

"So, your the infamous Ruin?" A voice from in front of her says, and interrupts her concentration as she opens her eyes. Leaning against the wall is a man in a torn sailor's outfit, with a beard, and staring at Jess.

"Shipwreck, do you ever pay attention to anything anyone is doing?" Jess asks, remembering the sailor from earlier, then shakes her head. "Yeah, I was just thinking."

"You're wondering if you're doing the right thing with Katelyn, aren't you?" Shipwreck asks, causing Jess to look suprised. "I've seen that look before, I've even thought about similar things myself. You do know that you can't keep her family's history from her forever, don't you?"

"I think, that it might be too late for that anyway," Jess says. "I feel a great disturbance, when Katelyn absorbed Pietro, its possible that she will learn the truth in some way or another. I can feel confusion and fear coming from the hospital wing. She doesn't know it yet, but she knows now what we've known since day one of the revolution, we will have to tell her the truth, if it comes to that."

"Jess, I may not be a mutant like you, but I can tell you this, Katelyn trusts you, and if anyone should tell her the truth about her family, and more importantly, her mother, it should be you," Shipwreck says, and leaves.

He's right, I'll tell her tomorrow, she has a right to know, Jess thinks, and closes her eyes as she meditates.

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The next morning, Jess walks into the infirmiry. Pietro had left already, but Katelyn was still in bed, wearing a pair of black gloves now, she is drawing on a piece of paper.

"Katelyn?" Jess says, and the seven year old looks up. "Is everything okay?"

"I had a strange dream last night," Katelyn says.

"Really, what about?" Jess asks.

"It was like a memory, I think I was seeing something through Pietro's eyes," Katelyn says. "I know it sounds crazy..."

"No it doesn't, go on," Jess says.

Jess listens intently as Katelyn describes the details of her dream.

"Its a side-effect of your powers, Katelyn," Jess says. "What you saw was a memory of Pietro's, a memory where his father betrayed him and Wanda."

"It was strange," Katelyn says. "I saw this lady, there was something about her, something that I couldn't place, something familiar. Here, I drew a picture of her, maybe you can help me."

Katelyn hands the picture she was drawing to Jess, when she takes it, she turns pale, well, paler (she was already quite pale to begin with, so she looks pure white at the moment) at the sight of the subject of the drawing.

The picture had good detail, that much Jess would admit, minus the color, it looked exactly like Rogue.

"You know her, don't you?" Katelyn asks.

"I thought I did," Jess says, shaking her head. "Her name is Rogue, and at one time she was my best friend, before I moved to Missouri. You remember the man you saw in your dream, Magneto? She's his daughter, and now is the leader of the very enemy we are fighting, while Magneto controls from the shadows, Rogue is the face of the Mutant Nation. There is something else, Katelyn, something I should've told you before, but even now I hesitate to do so..."

"Jess, what is it?" Katelyn asks.

"Katelyn, Rogue is your mother," Jess says, and the young girl falls silent. "I had so many oppertunities over the last 7 years to tell you this, and I know that I should have, but the truth is, your mother left you in Scott and Jean's care because she knew that the revolution could care for you better than she could. Irene, she told me once, before I even knew your mother was pregnant, she told me that my organization would raise a child with the blood of an enemy, a child who's destiny it would be to lead this revolution to its success. At the time, I didn't understand what she meant, but I believe I do now. Katelyn, you are our savior so to speak, the last hope for not just the revolution, but the entire world."

"Me? What's so special about me?" Katelyn asks.

"I don't know, Katelyn," Jess admits. "Though, there is one theory. There is a problem with revolutions in the past, a paradox of sorts about a revolution. In the past, a revolution has been created to counteract a tyrant, the only problem is that a revolution can also lead to a tyrant. Perhaps, it is that reason that you where born, to balance out the paradox. My dream was to become the founder of a utopia, a truly peaceful society where equality reigns, but I don't know if that is my place in this world any more. Do something for me, Katelyn, no matter what the future holds for us both, never forget what we have taught you, you might be the only hope the world has, but don't let it get to your head, other people always come first, that is the Neo Socialist way."

"Uhh, thanks, I'll keep that in mind," Katelyn says.

Its not that she didn't know it by now, Neo Socialism was something she had grown up on. The fundemental tennants of the political theory laid down by Jess herself had been hammered into her since she was old enough to understand. Equality, Socialism, Peace, all of those things were the things that the revolution fought for.

She could say the 3 slogans of Neo Socialism from memory, not something unique among members of the revolution, but she did wonder about them.

PEACE IS FREEDOM!

EQUALITY IS LIFE!

SOCIALISM IS UTOPIA!

Which led to their opposites:

WAR IS SLAVERY

INEQUALITY IS DEATH
CAPITALISM IS TOTALITARIANISM

If peace was freedom, then why did she and the others train in ways of war? That was one she really began to question, Jess had told her once about people who didn't believe in the cause of peace, but why? She had never thought to ask Jess, a woman she saw as her mentor and friend, why this was going on, now she had to know.

"Jess, I have to know something, I thought we believed in peace, why are we fighting this war?" She asks.

That made Jess pause, she knew the answer, but no one had ever presented the question to her. She now realized that it was time to reveal something she didn't want to talk about. "The truth is, until the Mutant Nation, and inevitably your mother, is overthrown, the war must occur, to ensure the peace."

"Does that mean, we're not truly free?" Katelyn asks.

"No Katelyn, we are all free," Jess says, taking the young girl's gloved hand in hers. "Freedom is what you percieve. In ages past, the Democracies and the Totalitarians, especialy the U.S.A and Mutant Nation, created what is known as a false freedom. You cannot have anyone tell you that you are free, you just know it in your heart, when you are truly free, you will know it."

Katelyn nods.

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Somewhere on the east coast, probably in what was once Massachusets, a 23 year old man makes his way through the crowd, he has short sandy brown hair, and is wearing the grey uniform of the middle class workers. As he loses track of where he is walking, he runs right into a woman in front of him, and gulps, at the same time two copies of himself appear next to him.

The woman in question turns to look at him, her face is stern, with pale blonde hair, and wearing a white, pretty much skimpy, outfit. The young man guessed that she was a member of the Mutant High Class, maybe even government work, the higher classed mutants where allowed to wear whatever they wanted.

"Watch where your going, runt," the woman says, and continues on her way.

Suddenly, music starts to play from the televisions. In more populated areas, the use of Orwell's predicted Telescreens had come true, these televisions could both send and recieve video.

Big Brother was still watching, but in a much different form.

The man, Jamie Madrox, aka Multiple stood at attention with the rest of the crowd. The time was now 14:50, the Mutant Nation having decided to use military time. He worked in the Network, the Mutant Nation's propaganda channels as they where known to the revolution, dealing with both newspaper and television editing.

"Attention fellow mutants, attention!" the voice from the television says. "We have intercepted a coded message that we believe to be between major members of the GNSP revolution, there will be a 20 increase in the food rations to the Network worker who successfully decodes the message. This is your chance to serve our glorious leader to your fullest ability, long live Rogue, long live the Mutant Nation!"

The television switches to the usual propaganda, and the occasional image of Rogue.

Jamie took a seat at his desk, and sure enough, on the desk was a piece of paper with the code, it read as follows:

"RecruitX doubleplusgood, oppsdiscont statela, return oppsbase in JakMiss."

Oh, I get it, its Newspeak, a confusing language to understand, but I think I can get it, Jamie thinks. Okay, RecruitX, that would imply that they recruited a mutant recently, but X could be a name...

A thought occured to him, he remembered a mutant that had invaded the institute, where he had once lived, years ago, and crosses out the word "RecruitX," and writes "Recruiting of X23."

Okay, doubleplusgood, that would suggest that it was successful, he continues, and crosses out the word "Doubleplusgood" and replaces it with "sucessful."

As he thought more about the remaining parts of the message, he finally translated it into: "Recruiting of X23 successful, discontinuing opperations in Louisiana, returning to base of opperations in Jackson Mississippi."

Glancing around, Jamie tucks the paper into a pocket, and stands up, walking towards the nearby office of his supervisor.

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At the same time, Jess was talking through a communicator to Logan, she had purposely let the transmission become interpreted to throw their enemies off their trail. "Logan, you'll have to stay out of the roads and cities, the Acolytes aren't as equipped to travel cross-country, but even then you'll have to be careful," she says.

"Way ahead of you, we're just outside of Caldecott now, the kid seems to know what she's doing," Logan reports.

"Alright," Jess says, and then thinks for a minute. "Logan, do me a favor while your in the area, could you look someone up for me?"

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Jamie is seated in the office, his supervisor, a Higher Class Mutant named Jerimiah Dawson, aka Shadowfire, a mutant with the ability of shadow creation and fire, as well as some minor telepathic abilities. Standing behind him is the same woman that Jamie had bumped into before, now being introduced as a High Councilwoman named Emma Frost.

The High Council, only Lady Rogue was higher ranked than them, they served as an advisory board for Rogue, but also commanded the lower parts of the government, such as the Network, Emma Frost, it seems, was one of the councilmembers for the Network.

"I am impressed, Mr. Madrox," Dawson says. "Our best computers couldn't recognize this code, how did it come to you?"

"Its the way the words are used, sir," Jamie says. "I figured out that they had to be using what George Orwell called Newspeak, its the breaking down of words into simpler forms, and can be changed regularly."

"So this is the code, Newspeak," Emma says, looking at the paper. "Very well, I will have this dealt with surely and quickly, we cannot allow some rebel agents to slip past our fingers this easily, now can we?"

Jamie nods.

"You are excused, Mr. Madrox," Dawson says, and Jamie leaves the room.

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A few days later, Katelyn had fully recovered, and using a teleportation device, the rebels had arrived back at their secret base.

Logan approaches Jess as she steps into her office. "I've got the boy you asked for," he mutters to her, and moves out of the room.

In comes a man in his 20's, with short blonde hair, and wearing the white outfit of the lower mutant class.

"We need to have a talk about a mutual aquaintence of ours, a girl we know as Rogue," Jess says. "You remember don't you, Cody?"

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Heh, sorry, I needed to bring Cody in, I don't know why, the only question is, how will his presence effect the rest of the story? And how did he avoid the genocide? All will be revealed in time.

Also, I wanted a carachter to show the non-governmental side of the Mutant Nation, so that's how Jamie fits into all of this.

Anyway, coming up next, things are just going to get worse as we delve deeper into the character Jess. No longer looking at her past, but moving to what she has done in a previous life.

Do you think you can handle it?