Italic is when people are talking though their minds

Two people playing chess. Sipping tea. The fire crackling in the back ground. Creamy pale skin scrunching up. Piercing icy blue eyes sparkling. Red ruby lips forming a huge smile showing off her pearly white teeth. "Checkmate" She laughs. Her laughter would make angels even envious. Shortly after a deep laugh fills the room as well.

A window breaks. Smoke fills the room. A loud bang rang throughout followed by a scream. The young woman rushes toward the man. Her platinum blonde waist length hair with eight inches long pink tips bellowing around her. Tiny hands presses towards the bullet wound. Nothing happens. Eyes brimming with tears. "Daddy!" sob "NO!" She did not get further then this. Another shot was fire hitting her directly in her chest.

Everything went cold for two minutes. When the young women began coughing up her own blood. The bullet forcing it way out. Those icy blue eyes looking down. Tears falling freely. Spattering on her father face. Arms wrapping around her father. Placing his head in her lap. Curling her self so her face was position on his chest soaking his shirt clean though.

Smoke filled the cottage. She took in her surrounding. Flames blazing. Those pricks she thought. "Daddy I get to be with you yet." A small smile forms. Laying down by her dad. She places her head on his shoulder.

Emotions of loss, heart ache, love, hate, loathing. Surrounded this tiny women. Tears and blood mixing. Placing a chaste kiss on her daddy cheek. Returning her head where is rest before. Closing her eyes. I am ready daddy. Holding tighter on his body. She waits for the flames to claim her. Arms open wide for death...

Charles Xavier head snaps up. Sweat dripping down his forehand. "MIA!" The young women was his precious Mia. If that was his grand daughter then that must mean the man was his son. God no. Blinking back his own tears threatening to came out. Taking calming breathes. His fingers massage his temples while taking a look at his clock one am.

Ororo I need you wake up and met me in my offices NOW!

Charles wh-what?

'Ro please met me at my office now.

Of coarse, came the tired reply of the weather goddess

Scott...Scott?

Professor?

I need you now met me in my office!

On my way...

Charles wheels himself into his office waiting not so patience. Impatiently tapping his finger tips on his desk. His only thoughts were on Mia. Remembering the first time he met her. His son David brought her to him in the waiting room of a hospital. The moment his eyes met hers he knew she would have him wrapped around her tiny finger. She was also very special. In more ways then one. David place the small bundle with in his arms. His Nightingale as he dubbed her was no more then five pounds. Which was normal in premature births. Still she was perfect.

So absorbed in his thoughts he did not notice the silent tears or hear the knocking of the door. Slowly his office door creaked open. "Charles," came the soothing voice of Storm. That broken him out of his memories.

'Ro and Scott shared a looked. Neither of them have ever seen the professor in tears. "Charles" 'Ro voice came out shaken. "Thank you both for meting with me at this late hour. There is a young girl in need of our services. Over in Rhode Island. Scott if you would please prepare the jet. We leave immediately." The possessor voice held no emotion. With nods Storm and Scott took off to the jet with Charles close behind.

"What do you suppose has the professor so riled up?" The leader of the X-men asks. Worries laced throughout his voice.

"I really have no clue." Storm sadly reply. " I mean I never saw Charles in tears before." Both senior team mates glance towards the mentor. They could tell he was holding back more tears. " Scott, his eyes. So much pain in them." A small sigh escapes Scott's throat. "I know."

"All systems a go. Ready for take off." The jet engines revving. "We will be there in ten minutes." After Scott took off. 'Ro slipped to the back of the jet where the professor was.

What if she doesn't have ten minutes. Mia please hold on. Charles brought his fingers to his temples. Trying to contact her again. Dam it she still blocking me!

"Charles." A minute or two past before Storm spoke again. "If you need to talk ever to me. You know I am here." the weather witch gave an encouraging smile. "Ororo... I know you are... thank you my friend. I rather not talk currently. Sorry Ororo..." Charles voice trailed off into a broke sob. Storm placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. " Never be sorry." She told him. They were interpreted by Scott tell them they were here.

Blue mist surrounded Mia. A warming tingling feeling with in her. Her eyes snapped wide open. Shocked was one way at putting it. There stood her dad. But how if I am holding him... He was translucent and floating ... Oh this is just great my last moment of my life and I am going insane. Great Mia... She heard him chuckle.

"Not insane my little one." He flashes her one of his famous smiles. Ok yup insane. If I wasn't going to die soon the men in white coats would take me away. "Mia the only reason you would be insane, would be the fact you are going to let yourself die." The sadness did not go unnoticed. "Daddy to be with you..." Mia breaks into fresh tears. "Mia where I am going you cannot follow. Nor would I want you too." "Don't you want me daddy?" David sighs. His heart breaking for his only daughter. "Of coarse I do sweet heart. But this is not your destiny. Mia I need you too live. If not for yourself for me. Consider it my last wish. Please for me."

Mia slowly stands. "Daddy..." She reaches out toward him. " It will be alright sweat heart. I shall always be with you. Always and forever..." David began to fade slowly away. "Daddy!! NO! Don't leave me again. NO!" Just when she thought she had no tears left more left trails down her face. With a determent face she walks over to her dad's dead body. "For you daddy!"

Using her telekinetic powers she lift his lifeless body out of the burning cottage. While outside safely away for the flames. Mia drops her daddy. Dropping to her knees she pulls her dad to her body, cradling him to her chest. Her eyes watching the uncaring flames killing her home. Her memories. Her everything. Her fragile mind completing blanking out.