Mizuki: Aloha!
Emmet: -.- Why am I here again?
Rouge: Because Logan ran away.
Mizuki: Sorry Emmet, we couldn't catch him and we need, at least, one guy.
Wittny: We would've called Edward, but we need him alive for the story.
Emmet: How could he die? He's a vampire.
Wittny: By way of angry authoress.
Mizuki: I CAN'T BELIEVE HE JUST LEFT LIKE THAT!
Emmet: O.o Is she mad at Edward or Logan?
Rouge and Wittny: -.- Both.
Emmet: No wonder she doesn't own Twilight or X-Men. If she did, there'd be too many deaths for the story-lines to move on.
Mizuki: Funny, that's what the real owners said when I tried to buy it from them.

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Wittny's POV

We were almost there. It'd been four days on the road, and each day brought us closer and closer to the past I'd been avoiding for so long. I fell asleep in our room as we hit Seattle, not wanting to see the town that I'd spent a year in. I could tell when we hit Forks; it was when I started dreaming of him.

..::Dream::..

I stood in the forest, having from Victoria, and waited for someone to come and get me. I ran into the meadow, and fell to the ground, too exhausted to care about who found me. I heard Sam calling my name, fallowed with Charlie, then Edward. I called back. "HERE!" I shouted, not able to move towards them, "I'M HERE!"

I saw Sam enter the meadow and look at me. "Hey," he said, "Have you seen Bella?" What was he talking about? Bella was dead. You hear me? DEAD! D-E-A-D! No longer amongst the living. When I didn't answer him, he walked away, leaving me there. That's when I smelled it: blood. I looked to my side to see a huge gash in my side. When did that get there?

I lay, dying, on the ground, as the process continued with Charlie, ending with him, too, leaving after I failed to tell him where Bella was. I gave up on the idea of living when Edward came into my view. It reminded me of a song I'd once written. (I really do own this song, it's called Sink so Low. If you don't like it, please do not say so.)

Two years, one pain.
Why did I go through it again?
I'd hope, and I'd pray.
Hoping you would come and save the day.
And I waited, for so long
for you to come and get me.
So sat and wrote this song
hoping that it could set me free.
How could I trust you to come and save me life?
How could I let you put me through all of that strife?
And why didn't I let it show
that my heart had sunken low?
Three weeks were too hard.
My heart was broken into tiny shards.
I'd lay in my bed.
hoping that you'd save me from death
And I waited, for so long
for you to come and get me.
So sat and wrote this song
hoping that you'd come set me free.
How could I trust you to come and save me life?
How could I let you put me through all of that strife?
And why didn't I let it show
that my heart had sunken low?
You could've saved me from this fate.
You could've kept me safe.
But instead of making it so,
you made me sink so looooowww!
And I waited, for so long
for you to come and get me.
So sat and wrote this song
hoping it would come set me free.
How could I trust you to come and save me life?
How could I let you put me through all of that strife?
And why didn't I let it show
that my heart had sunken low?
Two years, one . . . pain.

The similarities were slightly sickening. I watched as he looked as me, smiled that dazzling smile that had captured my heart, and left me there. Left me there to die.

Needless to say, I wept over the loss. But, then again, I knew he wouldn't love me as Wildcat. Just like everyone else, he only wanted Bella. He didn't even acknowledge my existence for more than mere moments. I heard someone come towards me, stealthy, like a cat. I knew that it was Victoria, and I knew that I was going to die. I watched as she stalked towards me, and screamed when she leaped.

..::End Dream::..

I woke up, in my bed, gapless. I sighed in relief as I walked out of my room. I knew we were there; I couldn't have been asleep for less than an hour. I walked outside to see the house. I saw that they had long since picked the lock on the door, and I walked inside the house. People were sprawled everywhere. Some were on the couches, some in the beds that the couples had shared, and some in the seats or on the floor in Carlisle's study. But, to my distain, they one place no one had entered, was Edward Cullen's room. I dared not go in there, for fear of what I might find.

Don't do it. I told myself as I looked at the door knob. Don't put yourself through that kind of pain. Apparently, the little voice that was saying this forgot to take in the fact that my hand was already turning the knob. I opened the door to find the greatest surprise of my life.

Pictures. Pictures of me, Edward, the family, and just about everyone in town. There were so many that I was sure it would take me a day to count them all. I wandered over to the bed in the middle of the room. They had gotten it for me for the nights I would sleep over. There, on the covers, was a letter in Edward's elegant hand-writing.

To My Dearest Bella, it read. Of course, it was for Bella, he didn't even know I was alive. Still, despite my acing heart, I read on. If you are reading this, then I am probably long gone and have said such terrible things to you. I have no right to write you this letter with the thoughts in my head, but that is the type of selfish creature I am. I am leaving you this number because, if anything should happen and you need us, I would feel much better if you could reach us. If you've snuck into the house, which you must have done to be able to stand in my room reading this letter, then you must have grown either stronger in your heart since we left, or more stubborn and unstoppable. I hope that it is the first. I mentally thought about it. Well, his hopes are crushed. The number I am giving you is for emergencies only. If you call and no help is needed, then you will no longer be able to reach us. I hope that you may one day forgive my family and I for the pain we put you though. Yours truly, Edward.

Yours. That one word seemed to linger in my mind. He wasn't mine anymore, and he wasn't Bella's either. I will never understand him, but I will find him. One day, his family will slip up, and I'll find them and give him the hardest right hook I've got. And, if that doesn't work, I'll just have to beat him with a crowbar.

I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I crawled into his bed. Yes, I know, this was asking for hurt, pain, and teasing from Logan and Bobby, but I didn't care. I didn't know how much I'd missed that place . . . how much I'd missed that family, until I was sitting there looking at it all once more.

I wanted to hear Alice fighting with Edward over my mortality, I wanted Jasper sitting there, calming me down. I wanted Emmet there to harass me and make fun of my clumsiness. I wanted Esme and her husband (Forgive me, but my computer is being stupid and deleting his name over and over again, I'm going to have to fix that.) telling me that I was worrying over nothing. I even wanted Rosalie looking at me as if I were the spawn of Satan, come to ruin them. But, most of all, I wanted Edward there to calm the craziness and keep me sane. I wanted him to stroke my hair and tell me that everything was going to be alright. I wanted him to tell me that the others could take care of themselves and that I should have more self-preservation. I wanted him to kiss me on the forehead reassuringly, telling me that he would protect me. And, more than anything else in the world, at that exact moment, I wanted him to love me.

A string of famous words played over and over in my head like a broken record, each time getting faster and faster: You never know what you've got 'til it's gone. The words seemed to have a new meaning as I looked at their ceiling. I had never known how much I loved Edward, how much I loved his family, until I realized what I'd lost forever. For three years I'd been thinking that the next time I saw any of them, I was going to kill them, but I can't. I love them all too much. My mind became exhausted after a while, and I drifted into a deep sleep, too tiered to even dream.

(Two Weeks Later)

I fought with Logan as the new moon hanged high in the sky. We couldn't practice when the kids were around or they would try and join in, especially Jack. Gambit had found our little brigade earlier and decided to join us. Apparently, he had been chased by Benson as well, and he was in dire need of a place to stay. He had a habit of letting that hand of his stray a little too far south for his own good. It had gotten to the point where he was allowed no where near the other women in the house, so he just focused on me.

Anyways, he was watching us fight as if it were some sort of movie when we heard it: a car coming. I don't need to tell you that we panicked. I froze my foot in the air. I had tried to kick Logan in the head or neck, so he had put up his arm to block it. We stood, frozen. "It's not Benson or any of his goons. I can't tell who it is. Their thoughts are barely . . ."

I trailed off as seven faces came into my view. I wanted to run as soon as I saw them. I wanted to run and never look back because the faces I saw, were the ones I hadn't seen for three years. They belonged to the Cullens.
The Cullens took in my position. I read their thoughts one after the other.
Why does she smell different?
Who is she fighting?
Shouldn't we help her?
I didn't think she could get her leg up that high.
If he doesn't get his hands off her, I will have to kill him.
Why isn't she happy to see us?
She's still so beautiful.

The final thought caught me by surprise. How dare he? How dare he think of me in that way after all these years? How did he think he was! Did he think he was God! Was that it? Did he think that he was high and mighty enough to think of me like that! I was pissed as I lowered my leg from its position. "To answer your unvoiced questions," I said, wanting to frighten the hell out of them. "I smell different due to the fact that my mutant DNA has awakened, or it's just because I'm not really Bella. I'm practicing," I stressed the words so they would stop feeling hostile towards Logan, "with my elder brother, Logan. You don't need to help me because I'm not as slow and weak as I was last time you saw me. You didn't know I could get me leg up that high because it took me years to master that move. You lay one hand on him and I won't hesitate to kill you. I'm not happy to see you because we came here for the very reason that you weren't. And, Edward," As I spoke his name I tried not to cry, "If you don't learn to control your thoughts, I might go insane the moments that I'm here."

I could see the surprise and fear in there eyes. It seemed foolish to me. What point is there in being afraid of something so powerful that nothing can stop it? Then again, fear is a way to drive people to do, just about, anything. Anything from killing people to helping them, it could all be done with the help of a large amount of fear. The mixture of emotions that I sensed coming from their group was simply maddening. It took all I had not to faint.

I stood my ground, subconsciously leaning against Logan. He put an arm around me, understanding my fatigue. He knew that their feelings must've been painful for me. I nearly jumped when I heard the professor say, "Stop it Wittny. They've come home to find their house littered with mutants, it's only understandable that their confused."

"I know," I said, never having been able to be angry at him, "But their confusion is my headache, and, if Edward doesn't get those thoughts of his together, I may end up committing suicide." Their eyes widened at my words. "What?" I asked, annoyed at their sudden appearance, "Did you all think that I was going to stay the same?" I was mad now, and the others could tell. Even Logan had begun backing away from me. "Did you think that nothing was going to happen while you left me here to die at the hands of Victoria!? I spent the two years after you left fearing for my life! You stupid idiots!" Now I was crying, my grief and pain taking over my senses. "Do you have any idea what I went through while you all were gone?! The people here prosecuted me, hunted me, and even tried to kill me! I wanted nothing but to have you save me, but you never came!" I wasted no time in running into the forests, not even paying attention to the screams behind me. I took advantage of the temporary wings that I'd copied from angel and took to the sky. My mask had been taken off. Mt mask had been taken off, and I had been exposed for what I really was: a girl who's heart had been broken into pieces. Strange. I was, at the least, fifty years old, and I still felt like a teenager. Damn my time a Bella.

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Mizuki: DONE!
Logan: Why am I back?!
Mizuki: BECAUSE YOU WILLINGLY INVOKED MY WRATH WHEN YOU RAN AWAY!
Wittny: This is your third chapter this week!
Mizuki: That's why I'm stopping with the review rule thing. I'm getting too many reviews at once. I can't crank chapters out this fast!
Rouge: The only reason you were even able to do this one and the last three was because you'd already written them.
Mizuki: I know. I just finished my first more-than-one-chapter fanfic a few days ago, and I'm happy! Well, I was. (Dark Aura surrounds her)
Everyone [clearly frightened by her sudden change in attitude]: What happened to cause this anger?
Mizuki: THERE'S ONLY ONE FANFIC FOR THE DARK-HUNTER MANGA!!!!!! THIS IS A DISGRACE!! I AM ANGRYYYYYYYYYYY . . . (fades off into the distance as men in white jackets come and take her away)
Rouge: O.o R&R, so the men for the funny farm will let her out.