HUGE THANKS TO Saiyu! I don't know what I'd do without her! Her reviews are awesome, and she's always willing to help! This chapter is dedicated to her.

I'm changing something. In chapter two, I said there were two tree houses. I'm making it one big tree, okay?

I just realised something! I haven't posted a Disclaimer! Oops. Well, here it is. I don't own X-Men; I do own everything new in this story. Britney, Kate, Max, Alex, and everyone else you haven't met yet! You'll love them; I tried to make them original to the best of my ability.

paramore fanatic asked when I'd bring in the X-Men. I'll probably do that soon, but I want you to get a feel for the characters. The new ones. We'll hear from them shortly!

The silver magpie told me that I write better in first person, and when I'm doing excerpts from the past, do you want that?

Simon died. So, this may be slightly depressing. I'm sad, but, I'm ok. Maybe hysterical, but ok. I might bring him into a character. Ok, I probably will. But I'm to lazy to change the characters name on everything I've got so far, so ill probably just make it his real name, and the name I use will be a nickname...why am I telling you this? I'm spoiling it! Well, on with the story...

"So," Kate once again interrupted my thoughts "can we go home now? I bet all you've had to eat was the un-healthy sticky mess that you've got smeared all over your chin"

My eyes widened when I realised that I had now-melted slush all over my face, making it an unhealthy orange. Now that I think about it, did I brush my hair? My teeth...? Oh, god. I went sky diving, too. Without my hair tied back, there are probably bugs in my hair! Ugh. Good thing my mouth was closed...

"I look like shit." I hadn't seen myself, but I'd done it before. I got set on one thing, and the world dropped. If I considered it important –like where Alex was– then I briefly checked it. One of the reasons Max irritated me this morning, -not that he wasn't irritating. Why I couldn't look for Kate, and I had to 'port to her. I needed to get away. Why I didn't take time to get a straw. I could be so careless when I was like that. Completely set on one thing, and nothing could stop me...

"Ya, but you look good looking like shit." She joked with me.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "thank you," I replied sarcastically.

"I'm hungry. Get us out of here." She said.

I reached out from my spot, took her hand, and thought of home.

We were outside the tree instantly. I was still in a sitting position, and I promptly fell flat on my ass. Kate was sitting cross legged in the dry dirt. I separated our hands and got up.

Looking at the tree house you'd think it was just a very lush tree. It had a very wide trunk, and their was plenty of open space surrounding it. It had groves, or growths, that you used to get into the top half. The leafy part of the tree was huge. I don't know the exact size, but picture a double garage. About that size. It was really a box of branches from the tree, grown in the shape of a cube. Kate had made it. To say she was proud of her word would be an understatement.

I walked forward to the base of the tree and started using the nooks and crannies purposefully put to look like a natural tree with bad karma, or had seen the dawn of time. It was huge. Ironic that when Kate picked it to be our home, it was a dying sapling.

I griped a bump, and climbed until my head went through the leaves, and into home. The scene was familiar. Mary was reading an outdated magazine in the corner, and Max was sleeping on a bottom bunk. twitching while he slept–he has a hard time sleeping, or staying still for more than a couple hours at a time, you could call him restless– Jane and Alex were playing a board game, and Damien and Ollie were gone. The usual.

Mary looked up and screamed "I can't stand this anymore! Take me out!" it was no secret that Mary was obsessed with everything fashionable, girly, and luxurious. Her blue-black hair glinted from the light the hole in the wooden roof, the same one that would be closed when we went to bed, or if it rained. Her dark navy eyes were set into an upset look of longing crossed with something resembling anger.

We've been holed up here since I can't remember when; dates tend not to mater when time is endless. When you don't have anywhere to be. Around five months ago the government started considering taking out all the mutants, according to Jane. She saw it with her own eyes.

Jane, Mary's little sister, looked up. Her completely black eyes were set on me, and she smiled. Alex turned too. Max rolled over, frowning in his sleep.

"I don't want us to be out there just yet. Remember what happened last time we went?" I said, the leader role in our little group had for reasons unknown, fallen on my shoulders. So, that meant I made decisions. Some bad, some good. All made.

Besides, last time –around a month ago– I took Mary shopping -with some stolen cash, disaster struck...

We were in a huge mall. In a boy/girl camping store, and Mary, being Mary, was jumping up and down because she found "the most amazing, fantabulous skirt in existence" no need to tell her that what she's said every time she finds a skirt that she likes. But, I was impressed. We were in a camping store. However, the continued, random squeals of joy were embarrassing me.

"Mary, for the love of god, stop. Or I'm not buying It." mistake number one-threatening a "totally fantabulous, delicious skirt that she had to have".

She leaned against the change room, and quieted down. She was smiling so wide I thought she'd get pre-mature wrinkles, but I didn't say anything. She was quiet, she was happy. I wasn't going to ruin the moment.

However, the moment the walls of the changing room started to disappear, or rather, become invisible.

Oh. Dear. God. WHY ME?

It revealed a man in his ironed, military briefs, a wife beater, and a very angry I'm-going-to-eat-you expression.

Aw, shit. Why couldn't this be Max? HE stole my bra yesterday...

"Heh, well, uh... sorry?" was her brilliant response. The wall remained clear, due to her emotional control, or lack of.

She wasn't touching the now-clear metal, but her control was non-existent, so it remained invisible, and the man became more enraged.

He struck out, and a horrible screeching sound echoed off of the walls. In all his anger, he'd forgotten the barrier was still there, just clear. Like water.

Without a thought, I reached out and grabbed Mary from my spot at a clearance rack.

She completely forgot about the skirt for five hours.

It's a new record.

There we are! I'm thinking two more chapters until we get the X-Men in the game. Sound good? So, how do you like Mary? Sorry it took so long, but when I finally got a hold of my dad last night –this took two days to write- he came down, and we were all over the place today. Movies, everything. I had fun, and due to new-found happiness, I wrote. THANK MY DAD!

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-Leah