Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men or any Marvel character. I only own Victoria and other original characters.

A/N: Right well, this is probably going to be a wee bit confusing. This is set after X3 and I've worked off some of the novelised version as well as the movie. For instance, Iceman rescued Pyro in the end, Angel is an official X Man, Beast stayed as a teacher. However, I've worked off the movie as well: Charles was resurrected in the end, Magneto did take the antidote from Moira MacTaggert/regained his powers naturally and Rogue did take the cure.

And no Pietro has nothing to do with Piotr/Colossus. Pietro was another Marvel character, Quicksilver, who was indeed Magneto's son.

And also, I've just been informed by my friend who read through this last night that apparently Victoria's powers are very similar to a character on the show 'Charmed'. A show I've never watched, yet I think I've read some stuff containing 'Charmed Ones' which is most likely where I got the idea for the mutation.

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I had been here once before. My mother, a mutant, had bought me here to visit old friends when I was a little girl. That was many years ago and in that time she changed. However, the school had remained exactly how I remembered it.

I walked into the office to find several people, one pair of eyes met mine instantly.

"Victoria?" Charles Xavier's voice broke through the chit chat that had previously occupied the room. Every head turned in my direction. I could feel their eyes burning into me.

"My dear child, what has happened to you?" Eric Lensherr's face was full of shock and surprise.

I could understand the shock, it had been a along time. My physical appearance also did nothing for me.

"Grandpa," I began, "I did something terrible."

With those words the tears come flooding out. Eric, my grandfather, stood and with a few strides had engulfed me in his arms.

"What did you do?" He whispered in my ear.

"I killed her."

My grandfather let go of my slightly and looked in my eyes, "tell me everything, my dear."

"I think it would be best if everyone vacated my office."

The others stood up and with looks of sympathy and confusion left the room.

"Tell us what happened, Victoria."

I had just gotten home from school. No one was home, my mother nor Rich - Rich being my step dad. My fourth step dad to be exact. My mother had a habit of picking terrible men: alcoholics, abusers, womanisers. My first step dad, Tim, had last only a year before he found out about my mother mutation and began beating her. He was incredibly anti-mutant. He refused to look at me - I was the "demon spawn" as far as he was concerned - and when he did look at me, he would spit in my face. When I was seven, Tim had to guts to hit me when he found me out of bed one night. Soon after, my mother grabbed me and we ran away in the dead of night.

Next there was Christopher: you're everyday average business man. He seemed lovely enough. He worked hard, and even when he found out about my mother mutation, he stayed lovely. That was until my mother found out about the other women. Apparently he was too "disgusted" to have sex with a "freak", so he'd taken his attentions elsewhere.

And then third was Stefan. I knew he was bad news from the moment I met him. I was only ten at the time, but I could sense it. He wasn't right. By this time, my mother had grew to hate her mutation, she denied her gift - kept it hidden at all times. Stefan never found out about it, but it didn't stop him getting drunk and hitting her. When she finally got the guts to leave him, I was fifteen.

We disappeared without a trace, my mother kept away from men for a good year, year and a half. But then Rich came along. My mother fell for his charm and his good looks immediately, and before I knew it he was number four. I watched him beat my mother, it made me angry at him, at her. It was during this time my mutation began to show itself. The angrier I got, the more it happened.

It started off with just small things: a football thrown down the corridor in school, the neighbours crazy dog running at me and then eventually a speeding car coming round the corner and almost hitting me.

I discovered that I could… freeze things? Stop time. I could stop things mid air with just the flick of my wrists. And then my power grew. I a certain fit of rage, I tried to "freeze" the neighbours dog, Trevor, but I didn't freeze it. I still don't quite understand it, but after some research I discovered I had that power to speed up the molecular process which resulting in things exploding. Trevor, for instance.

It was unusual that no one was home that day. Rich didn't work, and rarely went out during the day. I didn't care, I was glad to be alone. I went up to my room, where I spend the next few hours. Around eight o' clock I heard the familiar sounds of Rich beating my mother. I tired to block it out, but all I wanted to do was go down there and get him off her. Hurt him. Yell at her for letting this happen.

So I did. I froze Rich on the spot, and pulled my mother away from him. However, as my powers were still not strong the effect wore off after a few seconds. Rich looked confused at first, looking from me to my mother, and then rage - pure rage - took over his features.

"You're one of those freaks!" He yelled at me. My mother flopped down in the corner and cried. Rich ran at me, yelling abuse. He began hitting me, kicking me, anything he could. I flicked my wrists to freeze him, yet I accidentally repeated my mistake with Trevor. He exploded, into tiny bit of dust. My mother began wailing, screaming.

"You stupid bitch! What did you do that for?!"

I turned on her, "He was a monster! He hit you! He did God knows what else to you!"

Yet the insults and the accusations didn't stop. The woman was ungrateful, a gluten for pain it seemed. And with a small flick of my wrist, she was nothing but dust.

I finished my story. Eric and Charles both looking at me with pity.

"I'll look after you sweetheart," Eric leaned in, "we'll make sure you're safe."

"I think we should have Hank take a look at your bruises," Charles added, "run some tests, make sure everything's ok."

After my examination from Dr McCoy, who I recognised as one of the previous occupants of Charles office, I was shown around the mansion by a student. A girl named Kitty, she seemed nice enough. A little too chatty and cheery, but nice. Apparently she could walk through walls. She asked me what my power was, but I gave no answer. After relaying my story to Eric and Charles, I felt a little overwhelmed by the fact I had just killed the woman who'd looked after me my whole life - my own mother. Kitty introduced me to various other students, I politely nodded to them; not in the mood for the social niceties.

There was Piotr, or Colossus, a very handsome man who was twice the size of me. Bobby, or Iceman; you're typical teenage boy from the looks of it, until he touched Piotrs drink and it become a solid block of ice. Bobby's girlfriend, Rogue, had a lovely southern accent and a white streak in her hair which she described as "a long story" when I asked. Next, I was introduced to Jubilee: a Chinese- American girl who could create some sort of electricity with her hands.

There were several others that Kitty dragged me round, but I politely asked her to show me to my room. I was tired beyond belief and Dr McCoy had told me to get some rest. I found my lonely bag sat on the bed, and changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top. I caught a look at myself in the mirror, I had bruises up my legs, along my arms and across the chest. I knew there were a few more across my ribs and stomach, and some on my back. Pulling my long black hair out of my face and into a pony tail, I climbed into bed and fell into a deep slumber.

"She's incredibly powerful Eric, who knows what she's capable of." Charles had a worried expression on his face. He and Eric had been discussing Victoria's story since she left the room.

"I know Charles, but she is my flesh and blood. I have to look after her."

"I can sense that her powers have not fully manifested. There's more to come. We must train her how to use her current powers before she's overwhelmed," Charles looked out the window, more specifically towards a certain woman's gravestone. "We cannot let her get out of control. There would be disastrous consequences, we both know that."

"Tomorrow, I will see what she already knows, and see what needs to be learnt." Eric stood up with a sigh, "My dear son Pietro, he'd be overjoyed to see his young daughter."

Eric left Charles office, and headed for his own quarters. On the way, he spotted Pyro - his once right hand man.

"Pyro," Eric summoned him, "I wish to ask a favour."

"Oh? What do you need?" Loyal as ever, Pyro offered his services.

"My granddaughter. She's very… vulnerable at the moment. She hasn't gotten control of her powers yet, and I need you to keep an eye on her for me."

"You want me to babysit?" Pyro's eyebrows shot up, and look of disbelief on his face. A year ago he'd been killing humans for Magneto, now he was spying on his grandkid?

"Sort of. She's incredibly powerful, anything could happen and I can't watch her all the time."

With that, Eric walked away and retreated into his room.

Pyro stood, fixed on the spot. He couldn't believe what was happening. First he was dragged back here? And now he's been demoted to head babysitter? Pyro had always been angry and bitter, but now the man whom he thought believed in him was using him to look after some girl? He was pissed to say the least.

I'll make this girl's life a living hell.

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