Are people born Wicked? Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them?
After all, she had a father. She had a mother, as so many do...

No One Mourns the Wicked

I remember…

I remember how my mother died a few days after I and Pietro were born, and my father wasn't even there for the birth.

I remember how my father had never been Mr. Huggles, but he had cared – at least I thought so.

I remember my brother and his desire to be just like him, and how when we were playing "Princess and Knight" one time he had promised to always keep me safe.

And like every family- they had their secrets.

And of course, from the moment she was born, she was - well - different...

I remember how our father had people dropping in and out; dressing like it was Halloween every day.

I remember how we always had money, and I never saw him at a job.

I remember how he could do…things, but I never questioned why. I thought all fathers could do that.

I remember how our powers emerged…

Pietro had always been fast, but he grew to be faster than…well, anything I could think of.

My powers were different – scarier. I could make things happen. I didn't know how, but generally I could make accidents happen, or give other people bad luck. It only could work if I could move my hands, though.

I couldn't control it, so normally it was I or something around me I gave bad luck.

Finally, I burned down the house, and I showed no signs of learning control anytime soon.

I remember why they locked me away…

Father told me we were going to a restaurant, and I was excited. It was raining hard, and we had trouble getting there. We pulled up in front of a huge building, and some men came out. They looked at Father, and he looked in my direction, then back at them and gave them a grim nod. I was feeling frightened now, but I kept telling myself 'Father knows, surely it's all right, he wouldn't do anything to me, he would never hurt me…'

Suddenly, they grabbed me and took me, struggling, up into the building. I remember crying out "FATHER! Don't leave me!" and how he and Pietro did nothing.

So you see - it couldn't have been easy!

The 'doctors' inside gave me tests for three years, until I was twelve. They were desperate to figure out how I could do what I did. Every day there was a new test, and the tests were not always painless. No matter what, I would never have a normal life. My family owed me big-time.

Finally, something happened – I gained a modicum of control, as well as a goal – revenge. Enough to use my powers in a big way; enough to convince them to tie me up all the time so I couldn't use them; enough to get me some help – Professor X's help.

I was freed eventually by Mystique, and taken to the Brotherhood. I cared nothing for her, but owed her a debt for my freedom, and she promised me a chance at revenge. Is it any surprise I joined?

I met Pietro again there; but I eventually decided fighting him was pointless – he hadn't engineered my capture, nor my freedom. My true vendetta lay with Magneto, who I no longer considered my father.

There were things that went on for a while: mutant exposer, my almost succeeding in revenge. But what it boiled down to was Magneto wiping my mind of all the misery of that hospital, so I wouldn't be angry at him anymore.

I obviously remember that now; and that explanation will happen in due time. But when I remembered the truth, I almost wish I hadn't, just so I wouldn't have to live with all of that.

I lived with the Brotherhood a while more, and our bond is a strange one, which I will come to address later. I was with them when Magneto 'died', and mourned deeply and did one of the things I'm very good at – blame someone else. I was there when they got famous – and that is my part as well.

I had actually caused the accident unintentionally, and for that reason I did not play in that hoarding in of fame and wealth, feeling guilty. When they started causing the accidents and saving people, I thought that it was even worse than my crime, but stood in for a few photos. I only intervened to frame the X-Men for a crime (my idiot brother convinced me that they had threatened them).

I helped with Apocalypse at Mexico, helping stop my father. To my surprise, the boys showed up, and Pietro saved me. Father was different after that; more like a father. This part later comes into my story again.

At that moment, I was unaware of my future and fate. At that moment, everything seemed okay.

But things change. I changed.

Are they born as wicked?

Or does it grow as time wears on?

Who can say, but this we understand:

No one mourns the wicked.

Well, that's the second chapter! I know that you like my story, but if you EVER want to see another chapter…give me REVIEWS! Heh heh.