Shadows stripped the metal bound school of any warm feeling. The dark figures danced around the school. No one had a chance to see the dark clad silhouette wandering near the windows. Slipping from one corner to the next, the windows were his targets. Catching a glimpse of the dirty blonde hair, he smiled. The only thing he needed to do was wait. The watch on his wrist read two o'clock. Only a hour of left 'til his job would be complete, hopefully.

They had been tracking down this mutant for months. An amazing thing she is, talented, one of the most powerful that he had ever seen, maybe even more powerful than the red headed telepath at the institute. Not much was known about her though, she might not even know the full extent of her powers. Many before had tried to catch her, she might possibly tip the balance, but all had been failed attempts. She moves from one place to another, leaving no trace except for a vague memory in those who see her. Only once or twice had her powers been seen, when she was eight. She just thought it was a bad storm.

Storms…

Lightning crashed through her window, the scared girl screamed bloody murder. Shattered glass flew everywhere. Family rushed to her aid as tears flooded her little face. Lightning still crashed and boomed even though there were no clouds in the sky. Her dream turned into a nightmare, she didn't even know what was happening.

Another time, someone had been a victim. Anger can be a powerful thing. Amazing how fast it can turn to your favor. Then there is the second of sweet and bitter relief that washed over the someone, before the reality slaps you in the face.

The small girl stood in front of the other girl, anger brewing in her bright green eyes and she hissed. They all laughed and as She walked to the girl, she struck her. The sky grew dim without the help of clouds. Lights flickered and the minute She stuck her hands out, lightning blasted through her and caused the other to fall, twitching on the floor, all others in the room in disbelief.

Finally her parents couldn't take having a 'different' daughter. She was taken to a special place to have her mind wiped. They thought is worked. But one can never stop being who they were meant to be.

Screaming in pain and terror, lights flickering on and off as the man injected the needle into her arm. She thrashed around, eyes wide and scared. Restraints could barely hold her, the girl of only ten years. Finally the sedatives kicked in, her eyes grew dull. Her body limped as those around her undid the restraints and lifted her out of the chair and into her regular hospital bed. Her charts said 'Concussion' as the reason of stay, but those who knew the truth were terrified of the anxiety of waiting to see if it had worked. Nothing calmed them more than the satisfaction of having a regular daughter again.

They thought of her as nothing more than a monster, inhuman being. She opened her eyes and the storm drained out of her eyes. She was 'normal'. The first test of the 'cure' was administered.

After six years, finally, the fuss had worn down, no one even remembered the accident. Her qualms were forgotten by everyone. Except for those who swore never to forget, those who were ready to do whatever it takes to make sure she is 'safe'. but that all depending on their definition.

...

The professor entered Cerebro, the cool atmosphere ready for searching. Activating it, then searching for the mind that he had been hearing for the past week. The reds and the whites separated those from who he was looking for. But one figure was unusual. It wasn't red or white, but pink rather.

"Half mutant half human, strange, never encountered that before,' He thought. As he looked closer we noticed it changed rapidly from white to red, as if the one itself was fighting to keep control. Cerebro told him what he needed to know and his eyes went wide. The class of a mutant was more powerful than she would be able to even control the morsel of power she had, and her full powers hadn't even manifested. The professor knew she needed to be found, but her image flashed from one place to another, making it difficult to find her.

The mutant gene is located in a part of the brain that cannot be accessed. It almost seems as if the gene is an entirely different conscience. It does what it can to protect whomever it is in. Making 'fail-safe' and 'firewalls', protection is it's main goal.

...

Magneto had tricks up his sleeves too. Ever since the fiasco with Rogue, he has planned other means of fighting the humans. Only one thing stood in his mind

If you cant join them, beat them.

Searching for the perfect one took years. He needed the power of gods to do this. Finally, Mystique came back with files holding all the right answers.

"Good job. We can leave immediately," he told his group.

...

Xavier rolled to his team.

"What do we have now?" Jean asked. She took one look and Xavier and her eyes widened. She didn't need to read his mind to understand what was going. They all knew the importance of this mission. Everyone was going. Cyclops, Wolverine, Jean, Storm, and the professor. They all boarded the X-jet an took off the last location found by the Professor, Milwaukee Wisconsin. They we're going to bring her to the Institute.

Authors notes-

Okay, this is just the prologue so I'm not sure if it is very good. Please R&R!