The young woman, now running through the forest was still being chased by the X-Men. Running as fast as her powers would let her, she tripped. She had her foot caught in a tree root. She flipped over on her back just to see the team catch up with her. She tried to stand back up, but found that her ankle was sprained.

"What do you want with me?" she asked, now very frightened of the group that stood before her.

"We want to help you," Jean said sweetly.

"Bullshit," was the rough response she gave Jean. "Like anyone could help me. Just go away, I'm fine."

"Here us out," Jean said, more firmly. "We are from Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. We are part of the X-men. We recruit other mutants to help us defeat Magneto."

Xavier? Where have I heard that before? "Magwhatta?"

"Magneto, he wants mutants to rule the world. Be the upper class of society. Now, what's your name?"

"My name is Benson Raider."

"What the hell kind of a name is that? Now are you coming with us or what?" Logan was getting tired of this.

"Ya got food over there?"

"Well of course, we—"

"I'll go."

"Great. Let's get you in the X-Jet."

"Wait—I can't stand. I sprained my ankle." Benson asked, knowing her ankles were very prone to getting hurt.

Logan gruffly walked over, picked up Benson and threw her over his shoulder. "Ugh, what the hell?"

"That's what you get for jumpin' me, Sparky."

"Sparky? Anyway can't someone else carry me? I'm afraid you're gonna fart."

"I've got her, Logan," Kurt said, holding his arms out. Logan flipped her over so that now she was being carried bridal style by Kurt.

"Hello, fraulein."

"Ugh…hi."

Slowly Benson fell into an unconscious state. When she woke up again, she was in the blackbird, where she got time to think over everything that happened just minutes earlier. Mr. Pocelli, the poor pizza man who had taken care of her when no one else will, is now dead. He no longer has a pulse. Just another person who's life had been ruined by no one other than herself. She groaned.

"Hey kid, you alive back there?" Logan called.

"No…" Benson started crying.

"Hey Benson, vhat happened? Vhy are you crying?" Kurt asked, a truly concerned tone in his voice.

"Big guy over there should know. The man who was taking care of me for a month was killed."

"And why did you accuse me? I just stood there!" Logan was thoroughly pissed off.

"See that x on your jacket. The exact same kind was chopped against his chest. Thought you were part of some anti-mutant group who was trying to kill me. There have been before. But when I saw you were a mutant yourself, I was proved wrong. Sorry."

"How did you survive there? I mean not many people would deal with a mutant, much less one that looks the part."

"I just wore my trench coat and hat and hoped no one would notice the tail."

When they arrived, Charles and Storm were waiting for them. Kurt and Benson were the first to step off the jet, Benson leaning on Kurt as a crutch while hopping on her good foot.

"Good to see you got back safely. Well, almost. What happened?" Charles said.

"What does it look like? I sprained my effing ankle. ?" Raider was upset.

"Well, at least would you tell us a little bit about yourself?"

"Fine. But I'm warning ya, it's not a story for telling."

With that, they walked into the mansion and sat down on some couches in the living room. Benson took a drink from her water bottle, and started talking.

"So, I don't know where to start."

Charles suggested, "How about what are your powers?"

"I can control energy particles in the air. I can also read minds, and obviously my physical appearance."

"And your background? Where were you born?"

"I was born on a side of a freeway in Sydney, Australia. My parents started driving too late to get me to the hospital. When my mother saw me, she…she declared I was the devil's child, my father the devil in human form. She literally…spat on me, got in the car, and left me and my father alone. My dad didn't know what to do, so he picked me up, and started walking to whatever place he can get me. Funny, usually it's the father that ditches, but it was my mom who was the douche bag."

"Where did your father go?" asked a curious Scott Summers.

"My dad walked into a small town he's never been to before. We settled down there, and lived in a small apartment until I was 10 years old. Then, the worst possible thing happened. A group of gang members, religious apparently, how ironic, broke into my home. I was in my bedroom upstairs, Dad was in the living room. I heard new voices, so I ran to the top of the stairs. I saw the men holding guns up to my father's head. They asked him where the devil was, I assumed it was me, my father said I went out to get some groceries. They started to leave, but not before shooting my father in the shoulder. I called 911."

"My father wasn't dead, but he was pretty fucked up. He was in a coma for three months, during which I stayed in the hospital. The day he awoke was the best day of my life. But it turns out, our insurance couldn't pay for any of the injuries. It was a crummy hospital, so they locked my father in the room, and told him he couldn't get out until they were paid. Meanwhile, the staff tried to put me in an adoption center. I refused, and ran away. I was homeless for years. After a while, I got used to it. I got a job, and read teacher's minds so I could learn. I wasn't making enough money to get my dad out of the hospital. Hell, I didn't even know if he was still alive in there until a few months ago."

"Harsh," was all Scott could reply.

"You think? Anyway when I figured out he was still locked up in there, I bought a plane ticket to America. 'The land of dreams.' Or so I thought. Turns out, people hate me more here than they ever did in Australia."

"Thank you for sharing with us. Here, we are one big family."

Family… "I can't stay."

"What? Why not?" Logan was confused. They were completely kind to her here, why would she want to go?

"Anyone I've ever been attached to, like Mr. Pocelli, Scratchy, you saw him, have died because of wrong ties that I've made. I'm still stuck with some idiots who are ready to kill for no reason. I can't put anyone into that."

"Like, who have you made ties to?" Kitty asked.

"Like them," Reyna said worryingly, while looking out a window to three people walking towards the mansion.

CLIFFY! I'm evil. Well I'll get into the Kurt/OC thing soon, I'm just trying to set up the story. Constructive criticism please!