Disclaimers: I do not own the X-Men or the Hellions. They belong to Marvel. The Misfits belong to Red Witch. Clear? Good. Enjoy!

"BEEF! BEVATRON! YOU ARE DEAD! YOU HEAR ME? DEAD!" Monet shrieked as she flew after her two erstwhile teammates, both of which were in possession of several pieces of Monet's…personal belongings.

"A size 34-D? Who are you kidding Monet?" Bevatron chuckled as he ran, ducking as Roulette joined Monet in the chase. They had raided her dresser too.

Students watching the scene whispered amongst themselves.

"Those are the Hellions?" Solomon O'Sullivan asked in disbelief. "The pride and elite of Massachusetts Academy?"

"Frightening, isn't it?" Another student asked.

From inside the Hellion's Dorm, things were not much more impressive. Jetstream was channel surfing in front of the television, Celandine and Tarot were icily sniping at each other across the kitchen table and Spyke and Warpath were sparring in the hallway.

That left Catseye alone, as usual. She was used to it at this point. At this moment, the purple haired, tailed, cat-like girl was curled up on the couch and trying to study for one of her classes. It would've been easier if Jetstream hadn't decided to be a nuisance and sing "What's New Pussy Cat?" just to annoy her.

"What's new pussy cat? Whoa whoa whoa! What's new pussy cat?"

"Catseye not need this." She muttered as she got up and headed into the kitchen. In the kitchen things had really begun to heat up between Celandine and Tarot. Things had been tense ever since Spyke had cheated on Tarot with Celandine and then broke up with Tarot to be with her.

Witch!" Celandine screamed.

"Two-timing whore!" Tarot shot back. Catseye's eyes narrowed as she got between them and glared at Tarot.

"No one say that about sister!" She hissed.

"Back off kitty!" Tarot warned.

"If I wanted your help Sharon, I would've asked for it." Celandine snapped angrily, not noticing the hurt look on Catseye's face.

"Catseye just trying to help." She muttered as she walked away, leaving the two of them to fight it out. Spyke and Warpath were fighting too, but in a more constructive manner.

She watched them for a few minutes, but they were oblivious to everything outside the world of fighting and trashing on the X-Men, Cyclops in particular. Catseye walked away, her tail drooping behind her.

"Hey hairball!" Catseye looked up. Monet and Roulette were dragging an unconscious Bevatron through the door by his feet. "Go get Beef while we have a little…chat with Bevatron here." Monet said.

"Catseye not your servant!" She said as she stormed outside, not caring that she stepped on the back of Bevatron's head as she stepped over his body. "Catseye not a domestic!"

Every day it was much like this. Catseye was sick of the prejudicial attitudes that were all too common among most of the Hellions and a number of the other students at the Massachusetts Academy: The attitudes against mutants with obvious physical mutations. Mutants like Catseye. The fact that she was the adopted daughter of Emma Frost, the head of the Academy, only marginally mitigated it. As it was, most of the Hellions were hostile to her inclusion on their team and still treated her like a servant or second-class mutant.

Only a few Hellions hadn't treated her like that and those numbers had thinned substantially. Empath was one, but he was a manipulative spy and traitor who'd been flushed out shortly after Spyke's arrival. Tarot had been another either, but she was on poor terms with Catseye after Catseye helped her sister beat the snot out of Tarot and Monet after they exposed Celandine's darkest secret. Doug, or Cypher, had been kind but he was on the Hellions for a very short time before defecting to the X-Men. Warpath didn't buy into any sort of inter-mutant prejudice. He didn't buy into anything, except revenge against the X-Men. He didn't pay much attention to Catseye or much anything else. Celandine and Spyke were firmly against any sort of prejudice against those with physical mutations, but set against Monet, Roulette, Jestream, Beef, and Bevatron, their support didn't add up to all that much.

Shifting into her other form, a purple lion like creature, Catseye headed into the woods that surrounded the Academy and started running, letting her feline instincts take over.

She finally stopped as she reached a clearing. It was a sunny day and, being a cat and all, decided to take a nap on top of a flat rock. She purred in contentment. If she could spend her whole day like this, she would've been the happiest mutant alive.

Of course, things never go according to plan.

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