I do not own claim to any of the X-Men or their universe (just my girl Mimik) and I make no money from this. Enjoy!

There's a tish bit of gore in this one, so if you get queasy easily read at your own risk.

A loud banging noise startles me out of sleep and I begin to panic as I fight with the tangled sheets. I finally get free and search for the source of the banging; the door on the side of my room, my bathroom door…

I groggily walk over to it and unlock it. Opening it a crack I peek in and almost slam it shut at the sight of that damn girl from lunch.

She smiles and says, "Hey! Did I wake you?"

"Nope, I always walk around looking like this."

My sarcasm doesn't faze her and she holds up a blue shopping bag, "The girls and I asked Beast for your sizes and went around collecting some stuff for you to wear until we can get you to a mall."

I frown and then look down at my borrowed shirt and sigh.

I open the door and she walks in all bubbly and cheerful.

I glance at my hair in the mirror and with a quick little shift I fix it, so much faster than actually brushing it and it stays that way.

She watches me wide-eyed holding the bag in front her with both arms, "That is so awesome! You must never get a bad hair day!"

"Ever had to deal with blood and brain matter in your hair before?"

Her face pales and she looks down, her eyed eventually being drawn to my bare green legs, "Wow…"

I glance down and frown as I see the scars covering my legs, normally don't hide those; the only ones who ever see me stripped were the lab boys. I quickly fix that and cross my arms, looking at Kitty.

"So what kind of clothes did you bring?"

She immediately becomes all happy and bubbly again and bounces over to the bed, dumping out the contents of her bag onto it. I grimace at the bright colors and loud patterns.

I walk closer and watch her sort them out. There are lots of jeans, which I can live with, there are some undergarments (most are awful looking, but they still have tags on them so I can't complain) then there's the shirts and dear God… Mini-skirts?

Why would I ever wear a miniskirt? You can't fight in one of those and they show way too much skin…

After Kitty finishes she glances at me and notices my horrified look directed at the skirts, "I know they're not the latest and not in season but it's not a bad start."

I look down, collecting myself before forcing a smile and looking at her, "Thank you, I wouldn't want to go down to breakfast wearing the same stuff from yesterday."

She frowns, "Breakfast? You mean dinner, it's like four now. All the classes are done for the day. Well I mean except for the night classes, but well… Duh."

"Wow it's really that late?"

I put a hand to my head and realize my headache is gone. I turn and scan the room, looking for my hallucination, and then I sigh in relief when I don't see her.

I grin at Kitty and say, "Well thanks for the clothes but I really gotta get dressed and find Logan."

Suddenly she grabs my shoulders and sits my down on the bed, sitting next to me. She looks all serious and asks, "Is Wolverine really your dad?"

I freeze, mouth agape, staring at her. How did she find out? The only ones who knew were Logan, the Professor, and Beast.

She bounces and giggles, "I knew it! Jean heard it in Beast's head and told Cyclops who like totally flipped out on Wolverine."

Well there's my answer, "Why was Cyclops angry?"

She stops as if debating whether or not to tell me and then takes a deep breath. "Well according Jubes, who saw the fight, Cyclops said that Wolverine knew all along and it was his fault that the school was attacked. He said that Wolverine allowed them to let a born and raised killer into the school, putting all of our lives in danger. By the way we heard screaming downstairs yesterday, was that you?"

I sat there shocked from both the information and the fact that she did that all in one breathe.

"Cyclops is a prick so that's no surprise that even outside the facility he's got a stick up his ass. What did Logan do?"

She giggles at my views on Cyclops and then says, "He didn't do anything; he just walked away. Which is like unheard of; those two are always fighting."

I rub my knuckles nervously and say, "I really gotta get dressed and find him. And then I should probably talk to your Professor."

She nods, "The Prof is probably down in his office, but who knows where Wolverine is. He could be in his room, he could be in Japan. He never sticks around for very long."

I get up and she looks sad, but bounces up and says, "Well I hope the clothes fit right. Let me know when you're going to dinner and the girls and I will totally join you."

She walk back to the bathroom and stops on the door on the other side, "Welcome to the X-mansion."

As she slips into the adjoining room I close my door and lock it again.

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Well this is a fucking disaster. I don't remember Cyclops being this adverse to me in the facility, but then again I was the one helping his ass stay alive. So much for gratitude…

I look through the clothes until I find a decent pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt for something called Escape the Fate; maybe a band or something…

I quickly change and then shift to my human form.

My human form… I guess you could describe me as demonic looking, just like Nightcrawler. I wonder if he was experimented on before I met him. It would explain the physical similarities…

I shrug to myself and then slip on my boots and walk out the door, leaving it unlocked. Hopefully I get that damn key today.

I head right next door to Logan's door, knocking on it. After a few tries with no answer I walk away, heading for the stairs.

Maybe he's outside? Or maybe downstairs?

I close my eyes and imagine that spot where I was yesterday in the woods and use Nightcrawler's powers to teleport.

I wave the smoke away and smile in relief as I realize I'm standing right in front of that stone wall.

Well that worked well, luckily I didn't go four feet further… I would've made a funky lookin' wall.

I should really practice that power more, it's quite helpful.

After the smoke dissipates enough I take a deep breath, pulling in all the scents I can from the surrounding area.

There are some other people I don't know wandering around and judging from the musky smell, one set of them is making out heavily.

I stalk through the trees, tracing this one faded scent of Logan. As it gets stronger I occasionally see deep claws marks in some tree trunks and the only thing I can think of is territory markings of a wild animal.

I finally come into a clearing wear the trees have been demolished, claw marks everywhere. I can smell his rage soaked into everything. This must be where he comes to vent?

I jump over tree logs and branches, searching for him, but his actual scent seems to have faded from this area as well. I begin hunting again, following his trail along the stone wall until it veers off back to the school.

Outside the tree line I notice a smaller building coming off from the mansion itself and judging by the large panel doors, it's a garage.

One of the doors was open and right in front of it was Logan, fitting some saddle bags on an amazing looking motorcycle, a modified up Ducati 1098s I believe (I've always loved motorcycles, just too bad Wraith never let me have one).

Just as I take a step forward to approach him, that damn headache flares and just like that, the girl is standing there, hands on her hips, tail waving, with anger scrunching up her little face.

"What now?"

"He's leaving! We can go see mommy!"

I glance back up at him; he does seem to be packed for a long trip.

"What the hell…"

He's just gunna leave me like that?

"Well if that bastard wants to leave without saying a word, then fuck him."

I turn to leave and she grabs my leg, digging her heels into the grass, "No! We need to go stop daddy! He can take us to mommy! Stop!"

She yanks on my pants and I yell out in pain as the electricity starts to flow again.

I drop to my hands and knees, "I swear I'm gunna kill you, you little shit!"

I look up and she's running towards Logan, yelling for me to follow.

I grit my teeth and punch the ground a couple times, leaving a nice, deep dent in the dirt.

I struggle to my feet and stagger towards Logan and the girl, twitching and jerking.

Just as my feet hit the concrete, Logan looks up and seeing the pain on my face he drops whatever he was doing and runs over.

"Kid, are you ok?"

He puts a hand on my shoulder and shouts, pulling back quickly, "How the hell did you set it off?"

I look down at the girl holding onto his black leather coat, "Fix it, now."

I can smell a bit of burning flesh and Logan calls out towards the mansion, "Hey! I need some help out here! Quick!"

She smiles and the pain stops, I double over, hands on my knees, panting from relief as my healing kicks in. I raise my head and snarl at her, "Do that again you little bitch and I'll find some way to rip you're fucking throat out, hallucination or not."

Logan hesitantly puts a hand on my back as I hear a couple people running up to us. I twitch again and then stand up straight, wincing a bit.

Looking at the girl I say to Logan, "She doesn't want you to leave us."

A sad pained look settles on his face, "I- I thought... Hell I dunno what I was thinkin'. You're still seeing a version of you as a kid?"

I nod, "Something got really fucked up yesterday and it's not because of a little headache."

"Are you guys ok?"

I turn to look at the two who ran over when Logan called. One was some girl I've never met before with short blond hair and the other was Iceman.

"I'm good now."

He looks hard at me, "Kim?"

I nod, "Nice to see you again."

He frowns and looks at Logan, "Well if you guys don't need me I'm going to go back inside."

And just like that he walks away stinking of anger and fear. The girl looks at Iceman and then back to Logan and me, confused.

She shrugs and says, "Have a good night guys."

She walks away, following Iceman.

"Well I seem to have just so many friends here…"

I look down at the girl, who smiles at me and before Logan can move I quickly snatch her up by the collar of her dress and as she struggles I look at Logan, "Where's the Professor? We're gunna get him to fix THIS."

I shake her and look at him who's looking at me like I'm insane.

He shakes his head, "Kim, there's nothing there. You just need sleep, kid."

I growl, "You know what? Fine! Don't believe me; just leave like you were planning to do. Because apparently dealing with all this shit is way too much for you."

I throw her as hard as I can towards the lawn and just walk away.

I shouldn't have stayed.

All this shit started happening cause I just HAD to know what was in those damn files. It's apparent that Logan doesn't want anything to do with me and the fact that I've killed people has made me some enemies already. And now I got this hallucination trying to roast me because of that bald fuck.

I'm just sick of this shit.

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I find myself staring at these huge iron gates in the middle of the stone wall in the very front of the school.

I look back at the school and see a couple of kids standing on the steps leading towards the big double doors. They're just standing there staring at me, like I'm some form of entertainment for them.

I snarl and turn back around, grabbing the bars, getting ready to climb over. And as soon as my hands grip the bars the device in my neck kicks into overdrive.

I'm stuck there convulsing and I swear the metal is sparking.

As my hands turn black I scream out and throw myself backwards with all my strength.

Alright! FUCK THIS SHIT!

Ignoring the pieces of charcoaled flesh falling off my hands I sit up and pop my claws. Yelling in pain I quickly raise my hand up and slice the back of my neck deeply and then I plunge my burnt fingers into the searing flesh and as I grasp the little chunk of metal attached to my spine a cloud of smoke envelops me and I find myself down in the med lab.

I continue to grip to device and start pulling with my waning strength.

Something crashes behind me and people are yelling at me.

I can feel wires snapping as I rip it out and shout in triumph, bringing it around to stare at the bloody little mass.

The electricity stopped as soon as I pulled it out and I drop it and just sit there, feeling the blood poor down my neck and back.

"Kim?"

I look up, feeling the wound from my neck gush more blood.

I'm smoking, my skin is covered in burnt patches like back at the facility, and I'm sitting in a pool of blood.

Beast is looking down at me horrified, standing just outside the blood puddle.

"What happened?"

I open my mouth but my vocal chords are fried. I try and shrug, but my muscles refuse to move.

Beast looks behind me at someone else, "Are you alright?"

Something moves behind me, "Mien God, Kim what have you done to yourself?"

Ah, Nightcrawler, that explains the smoke. He must've gotten knocked on his ass from the electricity.

That little bitch made the current even stronger than anything Wraith did…

I stare at my hands when I see the darkened metal shining through under the black.

Well fuck… That's gunna be a bitch to heal…

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She falls over on her side and I panic when I don't see her breathing.

I look up at the blue scientist, "Please tell me she's alright."

Herr Beast tentatively steps into the blood and puts a hand in front of her mouth, afraid to check her for a pulse.

He sighs and nods, "I believe she passed out from shock."

"How did that thing even turn on? Wraith is dead and we made sure the remote is destroyed…"

He shakes his head, "She has been a mystery from the beginning."

Shouts from the hall draw their attention and the door bursts open, Herr Logan stopping dead at the gory mess on the floor. Jean and the Professor follow and behind them a group of faces are fighting to catch a glimpse.

The Professor turns and says, "All of you go back to your rooms, now."

No one listens and he backs up, shutting the door on them.

Herr Logan just stands there shaking as Beast looks at Jean, "Can you lift her onto the operating table, we need to seal this wound, before she loses anymore blood and I don't want to physically move her."

She gulps and nods, lifting her hands, one to her head, one outstretched.

Kim's limp body begins to float through the air and Beat motions to which table to put her on.

"I remember her reabsorbing her blood last time Wraith hurt her badly."

Beast shakes his head, "At the moment her healing factor is so overwhelmed that by the time it gets around to that it will be coagulated. I need to get this sewn together and then get her hands cleaned and wrapped."

"What can I do?"

Beast shakes his head, "At the moment, please stay out of my way. Jean I could use your assistance if you're willing to put you're medical training to practice."

I look at the red-haired woman as she nods and skirts around the blood. The professor rolls up next to Herr Logan who seems as if he's made of stone, unmoving and not saying a word.

He puts a hand on the gruff man's arm, "Logan we need to talk. I need you to explain to me what happened, I could not enter her mind and so I am at a loss for information."

I look down at myself and see the darkening blood soaking into my pants and shirt, matting my fur. I glance at Herr Beast, moving quickly around the table with various different tools.

"Logan."

He finally moves, turning to look at the man in the wheelchair beside him.

"Logan, come speak with me. Hank has this under control."

Herr Logan nods and slowly follows the Professor out the door, through the crowd of students, curious and concerned with the events that just transpired.

A lot of the students in the mansion saw it out the windows and those who didn't see have already heard about it.

I look around for anything to use for cleaning and inside the bathroom I find some black towels that I wet slightly.

I kneel down on the floor cleaning up the red liquid, trying to be helpful in any way I can. As I finish cleaning up the last of the blood, Herr Beast steps back, sighing. I watch as he rolls the table behind a curtain and hands a medical gown to Jean.

He smiles over at me, "Thank you for cleaning that, my boy. You should go wash yourself up, don't worry about Kim. As we have already seen, she can handle quite a lot of punishment. I'll call you as soon as she wakes up."

I nod, tossing the towels into the nearest trashcan marked for hazards.

"I'll be right back, but I'll wait outside."

Herr Beast smiles and then turns his attention back to the two behind the curtain.

I teleport to my room, hurrying to clean myself so I can return to make sure Kim is ok.

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Something pressing on my chest brings me back to consciousness.

I slowly open my eyes, noting the odd lack of pain.

I immediately sit up snarling as I see the little bitch sitting on my chest.

She disappears and reappears on the end of the bed, grinning.

I raise my hand, popping my claws, threatening her. As I do I catch site of white bandages on my hand, it hasn't healed yet?

I use my claws to cut it the wrapping off and grimace at the sight.

Shiny, bone-shaped adamantium gleams under the muscles and veins crawling up each finger.

Well isn't that a bitch. Why don't I feel the pain?

I look around, getting déjà vu as I find myself lying in the med lab bed with a gown on, attached to machines and an IV drip stuck in the crook of my arm.

I reach up and touch the back of my neck, feeling stitches with what nerves are on my fingers.

I grin at her, flashing my sharp, metal teeth at her, "What're you gunna do now? That thing ain't in my neck anymore."

She shrugs and cocks her head, returning my grin, "Feeling a little weak?"

I look at her confused, "Nothing new when having to heal this much. Why?"

She giggles and leans in and whispers, "Shh… Daddy will be back any minute. We don't want you ruining it. I'm going to get him to take us to mommy."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" She waves at me, "Bye."

I frown and then shake my head as I begin to feel like I'm drowning. Like my head is being pushed underwater and I can't come up for air. I struggle with the feeling until everything goes dark.