"I have news of a new mutant, living in New York. She has been using her powers tremendously. I would like you to find her. She is currently in a situation of great distress."

"Where is she exactly?" Logan asked, unsure of if he wanted another mutant in the house.

Charles replied, "Well I can't point her out exactly, but she is somewhere just south of New York City."

And they were off. Kurt (with his image inducer), Scott, Logan, Jean, and Kitty. Storm stayed back with the professor.

A young girl, no older than 16, walked into a pizza parlor. It was obvious she was a mutant. Her gold skin glowed and her fangs glistened. A cartoonish tail swung low behind her.

"Mr. Pocelli? I'm back from work! Where are you? I bought you those donuts you like with my paycheck! Mr. Pocelli?" she yelled with a strong Australian accent, holding the box of donuts she promised.

Unfortunately, all she found was a fat Italian man lying face down on the tiled floor. Shocked, she dropped the box and ran over to the man. As she rolled him over, she realized the reason he was on the floor. Large red gashes in the shape of an 'X' were cut across his chest. The girl burst into tears.

All the while, the x-men were looking for her, splitting up across the city, trying to look inconspicuous. Logan, crossing the door of a pizza parlor, heard sobbing. He looked back to see the young woman holding the arm of a seemingly dead man. He stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do.

Upon seeing his shadow, she looked up. "You did this." She lunged for Logan, knocking him down. Logan silently called for the rest of the X-Men."Why?" she asked, standing over the now crouching Wolverine.

"I didn't, I swear." He unsheathed his claws. She now saw he was a mutant.

"No, you didn't." She slowly walked to the phone, called 911, and left the phone hanging there. Still in tears, she grabbed her trenchcoat, and started to walk out the door. The X-Men were just arriving. Logan grabbed her arm, but before he could speak, she did.

"You guys better get out of here, or else the anti-mutant cops of this town are going to see you, and a dead body. She yanked her arm away and ran. Logan, growing aggravated, sprinted after her. The rest followed.

Likey? My first X-men fic so please no flames. I know I didn't explain anything, not even her name, but I'll get that in the next chappie.