Disclaimer: Don't own any of these characters, not even close.

Keep in mind this is a big A.U. story and I like the T.A.S. Version of the X-MEN however will drift from that storyline as well. Also it is put in M for a reason.

'Thoughts'

Chapter: 2


The train came with a rough stop, causing the small body to slide and smack head first into a wooden crate. Letting out a loud yelp the small child hastily sat up and rubbed her newly addition wound, but quickly stopped her pouting when she realized that the train was no longer moving, in fact it seemed the destination had arrived. The small child felt as queasy as she looked, and after a long debate urged herself to exit the train. However before she could reach the sliding doors of the trolley they were slung open and a few strange men came in. Quickly ducking behind a huge crate, she prayed none had seen her.

After lying low for a few minutes it seemed that they were just unloading boxes while talking in strange accents, so taking a chance she crept towards the exit while there backs were turned, just then another popped up last minute and spotted the child escaping. The man ranted out in a strange language sounding like it was some form of English, not waiting to see the others reactions, the child bolted out of there without a clue as to were she was. She could here their distant shouting of a stow-away, but dared not turn in fear they'd spot her.

So once far enough from those men she slowed down her pace to a brisk walk, and began to scan the area around her. One thing surely stood out, it was way different from her lil small town. No this places was crowded with people flowing everywhere, some seemed like they didn't even know or wana acknowledge one another. She could easily remember the times when she had to go out and get supplies for home that everyone would automatically greet the other whether for pleasantries or just cause that was how one was raised. But here these people seemed to have their own ways from being brought up, she also couldn't help but notice strange behaviors of others. They held cameras and seemed to enter every store they crossed, showing that this must really be a popular place.

This brought comfort to the small child, this meant she could easily get lost and no one would second guess it, they would assume she was another tourist of some sort. So proceeding on, she couldn't help but notice such happy locals. Silently following a bunch of kids running joyously through the streets of their home town, she saw that there seemed to be some grand party in the park.

Jealousy over flowed through the small body as she saw all that was around. Families of all sorts were gathered around in pure rapture as they basked and enjoyed their blissful happiness, children of all ages played and fooled around carelessly while greeting one another with such familiarity. This just fueled the Childs anger towards the happy festive people around.

Storming out of the park area, her wondering eyes couldn't help but catch more glimpses of happy on goers. A family of six were walking around looking for the "perfect spot" to enjoy their evening, a group of young kids ran around playing some game of leader or some sort, a boy wearing some sunglasses with a blonde braided girl in a sunny spot leaning in for a "perfect kiss", then she saw them. A family of three, strong father figure imposing to protect his family, a loving beautiful mother radiating motherly love, and a child who looked as normal as her family acted. Pure fury erupted from the small child within, balling her small bruised fist she picked up her pace and fled the scene, fearing she might act out her rage.

After running non-stop and making sure to loss herself in the strange city, she began to regain a normal pace and collect her bearings. Emerald eyes gazed over open vendor shops and warm welcoming lights. This part of the area seemed less touristy and more native to those that originated from here, or so she observed. Those around her seem to know one another just like in Mississippi, but still spoke in that strange English almost as if there was another language combined with it.

However her thoughts were put to a stop when she her a loud audible growl emerge from her stomach, followed by the twisting feeling informing her body of its hungry needs. She sought out her bag, but stopped as she remembered that it was left behind due to her quick departure. Anger began to arise again.

'This aint fair, ah run ahway ta escape that lunatic and ahm tha one bein starved!' With an angry pout she was about to march off, when she spotted an open fruit mart whose vendor was to busy consulting with a round plump women.

Casually passing by while the vendors back was turned, the child swiftly and silently slipped her nubby hands in an attempt to grasp a glossy red apple. However before she could pull back her prize towards herself, a strong iron like grip clasped around the already damaged arm.

Instant fearing struck the small child as flashes of her not so distant memories began to replay one by one of those taunting nightmares. Quickly she dropped the apple and thrashed against the man vice like grip, while letting out an ear-piercing scream. This caused the man to release her while attempting to recovery from the sudden out burst. But once he cleared his mind he realized his mistake as he saw the small figure run into the distance, angered for beging made a fool he quickly took off after her.

Panic and fear seeped throughout her trembling body, but she refused to stop especially when she caught sight of the angry food vender not so far behind her. So with great effort she forced her tired starved body to continue. Forgetting that she knew nothing with this area she made the mistake of turning towards a deserted opening with no shops or tourist to hide in nor any stone paths to lead the way. Instead all that remained were rotting trash, and the darkened woods. Praying that no one would spot her hiding in the bushes she leapt for the darkened woods.

Holding her breath she saw not just the angered food vender but a few other strange men as well. They to spoke in that strange tongue and scouted the area of her. Relief washed over her as she saw their figures retreating, that was until some one grasped her by from behind by the scruff of her shirt. Startling the frightened child, she easily squired out of his grasp, seeing as her was unused to holding children, and dashed further into the woods not knowing which way was which.

She could hear their distant yells in echo throughout the humid night as twigs and leaves crunched underneath each thundering steps. Fearing grasped around her accelerating heart as she herd them closing in on her. Without thinking she turned her head around while continuing to run forward hoping to see if she'd lost them. But just as she was positive she'd lost them her body toppled over flying face first into the muddy dirt and rolling in a accelerating force down some kind of slippery slope. But as quickly as she fell she soon felt her smaller frame collide with the rough bark surface of a tree.

Groggily attempting to open her eyes all that ran through her mind was of how today barred to many scars and memories of her past, could it mean that she could never escape his torment, or was she doomed to be tortured by those that were around. Just then, before her train of thoughts could proceed a large shadowy figure blocked her only view of the blue hue moon light. Fear shot through the childs body, but she could not move. Prone to her positions due to her lack of nutrients as well as her exhausting journey, she was left to just stare helplessly at her tormentor, and pray that what ever torture awaited her that it would soon end her pitiful existence.


K so that's the end for chapter2. lemme know what ya think. And I know it seems dark and horrible but it will get better, well I hope you guys will think so, so yea. Sorry if anythings misspelled will try to go back and fix them.