AN~ third chap, hope ya like! First chap in Thos' POV, hop you guys like it!

"I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge,

I'll never fall or fold up,

I'm a soldier,

even if my collar bone's crush or crumble,

I will never slip or stumble,

I'm a soldier,

these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge,

I'll never fall or fold up,

I'm a soldier,

even if my collar bone's crush or crumble,

I will never stumble."

~'Soldier'-Eminem

Thos

I watched Troy and his cronies run off to go do something most likely illegal. Nyx looked after them as well, her eyes were glassy. She ran to me and cried into my chest-

"She's not here. She's not beside me." I stroked her hair like I did when she was little. I missed those days, they were much less complicated. I could watch over my sisters with ease, I could protect them. Styxx was too young to fill my shoes back then. She had to grow up faster than any child should have. I remember her voice in the background of my only phone call to dad; I remember seeing her in the court room, she was only nine at the time but she acted like she was twenty. Whenever the lawyer would interrupt her she would just talk through him, commenting about how bad his manners were.

She didn't even shed a tear, break a sweat. She shouldn't have been through that. She should have grown up in the lap of luxury with a princess style room and a pocket knife collection. Nyx should have had the same. She shouldn't have had our father as a dad, or their mother as a mom. I wish I had stayed there with them instead of getting out. But it was too late to take that back.

I felt tears prick at my own eyes as I held Nyx. I was kneeling on the Bayville college parking lot, the frozen ground was breaking through my jeans and it had started to snow.

"Lets get home." I whispered in Nyx's ear. She nodded on my shoulder. I stood up, Nyx did too. We climbed into my truck and pulled out of the parking lot. It wasn't a long drive back to the institute but it was long enough to have three stop lights. We didn't talk during the ride, Nyx remained quiet the entire time and continued her period of silence all the way into the mansion.

I was so sick of my sisters being taken away from me! I almost smacked the wheel in frustration. I had just gotten here. I had just found Styxx and Nyx. I had just gotten everything together and it always falls apart. I needed to stop thinking about this. I need a distraction.

The Danger Room. Perfect.

Two hours later I came out of the locker room doors, freshly showered and feeling a lot better. I had burned off a lot of steam doing a sort of 3D maze that went left right as wall as un and down. I had just made it to the finish when I got kicked out by Wolverine for a team sim. I walked over to the medical wing, over to Styxx's room. She was still there, dead to the world in a coma. She looked so much smaller now, so much more vulnerable.

I didn't notice there were two other people in the room. I didn't see the tall lanky frame sitting next to a rather short one. I didn't see the long blonde hair, or pixie cut black hair. Until one of them spoke.

"Tom?" it was a woman's voice. Quiet- almost a whisper. My head snapped up. I knew that voice. I knew the voice of my step-mother, Serra.

There she was, short and skinny with cheek bones that looked like razor blades and the sharp upturn nose. But the kicker? Her dark periwinkle eyes. The same as Styxx.

Then there was my father. A tall man, as tall as me. We both had the same nose and facial structure and the same corn silk hair. He was the same body type as me too, the same wide shoulders and the same tall and lean muscles. The only difference between us was my eyes. His were a cold polar ice blue and mine were the chartreuse green that my mom had. A very rare color I've been told. Ever since my mother died my father can't look me in the eyes.

They were standing, my step-mom looked at me like I was a dream. Like I wasn't real. And for the first time I wish I was anywhere but by Styxx's side. For the first time I would rather be back in Weymouth Massachusetts. anywhere but here.

"Why are you here?" I asked in a surprisingly strong voice.

"We heard something was wrong with Styxx." Pax, my father said in a voice that held pain and sorrow. This made my blood boil and red clouded my vision.

"So you decided to remember her name now?" I roared like an enraged lion. "You decided to start caring did you? You wanted to check on the daughter you hurt and burned? Or did you come to drag us back to hell?" I was yelling as loud as I could.

My hands were clenched to fists at my sides, my finger nails were digging into my palms and I felt the slight needle prick of them breaking the skin. My jaw was clenched and I felt my arms shaking.

There was suddenly a hand on my shoulder, dragging me out of the room. And I saw Nyx slam the door closed. I looked behind me, Wolverine was the one who pulled me back.

"What?" I snapped.

"I've been in war zones with less tension than in that room." Wolverine said in a gruff voice.

"How did they find us here?" Nyx asked in a small voice.

"I don't know, but they're not going to be here long." I snarled, turning on my heel and going for the door knob.

First, Thomas, I would like to speak with you. came Professor X's voice inside my mind.

For the millionth time, Professor, I sent back, call me Thos. I turned again and went down a few hallways to the Professors study. I opened the door and he calmly welcomed me in with the wave of his hand.

"Alright Professor, spill. How did they find us?" I asked, sitting in one of the chairs in front of the Professors desk.

"They tracked you. Your parents got here while you and Nyx were at school and I really didn't have a choice but to let them in."

"Yes you did. You always have a choice, Professor, and you should have slammed the door in their faces." I let out in a rush.

"I do not think you understand, Thom- Thos. They never said you could attend the institute. You three ran away from home and came here. I really had no choice." he told me. I took a deep breath. I needed a clear mind. I needed to be in a chess game state of mind. I need to analyze my options and all of the consequences.

"They need to leave." I finally told the Professor. "They can't stay here. We finally got out, they're not going to drag us back in."

"May I ask, drag back into what?" Professor said, handling the topic wit extreme caution.

"This." I said. I pulled up the sleeve of my green long sleeved shirt to revel long scrap shaped scars and cigarette burns. All of the marks an angry red color. Professor X's eyes widened at the sight of just my arm, he hadn't even seen all the scars.

AN~ short, I know, but I wouldn't have had time to work on it for the next week so I asked myself 'Why not?' and updated. Tell me what you think with a review!