It had been dark when had come for us. It may have been the middle of the morning, maybe late at night, but in my world it was always dark.

I had sensed them before I heard my mum's screams; A sharp sense of uneasiness lurking in the air, the daisies in my room quivering with unrest. By then, it was already too late. Their hands clawed at my skin, sending mixed waves of fear and aggression through my veins. I kicked and yelled, and somehow grabbed the wrists of my attackers and with one last burst of energy I had pushed all my fear, anger, and rage into them, causing them to howl in pain. I hadn't known I could do that before then and I hadn't been able to do it since but in that moment I'm almost certain it had saved my life.

Screaming. Shattering. Silence.

Before I knew it the attackers we're gone, and so was my mum. In the frenzy of fear they had somehow managed to take her. I was alone, somehow it was darker than before.

I had waited for hours that felt like days for her to come home, every distant thump or crack sending me into a state of paralysed fear and absolute hope. But she never came back, so I left. I remember I had 82 missed calls from Jethro when my phone had died, a week after my disappearance. Two weeks later I stumbled upon the Church.

I hadn't ever figured out who they were, but there was an odd lump in my throat that kept reminding me that all my questions would soon be answered.

***

When I woke up everything was shrouded in black. My neck ached, as did every muscle in my body. Where was I? I blinked hard, waiting for the blue outlines of the contacts to fade in, but my vision remained empty. Memories of my contacts being clawed out began to reemerge, and slowly, so did everything else.

I began to feel panic overcome me. I went to stand but a thick, rough rope held my arms tightly to the chair that I was on. Oh god oh god. I hadn't been in a panicked darkness like this for a while. I had no idea what to do without anyone's help, without Kurt's help. My breathing began to quicken and I felt myself being rapidly consumed by fear. What was going to happen? Was I going to di-

"Evelyn?" A silky voice ask, from deep within my mind.

No way.

"Professor Xavier? Is that you?" I thought back.

"Yes, it's me." His voice was soft but reassuring, which significantly calmed me down.

"Thank goodness, you need to help me. I've been captured by them, hurry I need-"

"Evelyn, I'm going to need you to calm down." He stated warmly, my thoughts immediately halting. "Good, now there are already some of us coming to help you but for the time being I'm going to need you to tell me what you can see around you so I am able to try and understand who these people are."

I felt utterly helpless. Such a simple thing that he asked me to do and I wasn't able to do it. I heard a small warm laugh in my mind.

"You can do anything Evelyn. Just because you no longer have the contacts that Hank provided you with doesn't mean you can't see, does it?"

He was right. I had survived for a long time before them and I was going to now as well. I let out a small click, and another, and another.

"I'm in a small empty room, it's not too small though, and it's empty excluding me and the chair I'm tied to." I thought downheartedly. It wasn't anything for Xavier to go off.

There was a small silence, as I assumed he evaluated the situation, and then I heard, "The chair you are tied to, is it made of organic matter, say, wood?"

Of course. If it was then I would be able to sense any memories attached to it.

I reached both of my bound hands across to the left side of the chair back and grasped the... wood!I felt a tinge of hope as a wave of emotion washed over me.

Splintered wood, drowned in dried chestnut stains. A battered chair stood idly in the corner of a dead cement room with a thick frayed rope already hung over it's stiff body. A single wink of honeyed sunlight investigates the emptiness of the cell as a group of men, covered head to toe in black, haul a body housing a head of messy icy blonde hair into the belly of the lifeless room. Is that me? A flash of sun bleached hair echoes from the door into the room as the body is piled onto the rickety wooden platform.

I let out a deep breath, taking in everything I had just seen. My hair... I hadn't seen the colour of it for so long I had almost forgotten...

"Evelyn?"

Oh right. "Yes Professor, um well I didn't see much but I did-" I started.

"No need Evelyn, somehow, I just saw what you did." He replied, sounding unusually confused. "I have everything I need. Help is close by now, don't worry."

Before I could think anything more his presence was gone, and again I was left alone in darkness.

***

My head shot up as I heard a soft creak. The door had been opened, someone was here. I was too afraid to click my tongue so I just sat in terrified silence.

"Evelyn, is it not?" The question sliced like a blade through the tension in the air. The voice sounded like it belonged to a middle aged man. Maybe the owner of the sun bleached hair from the memories. I didn't make any attempt to answer.

"You're clearly afraid, rightly so. But you shouldn't be worried, I'm not going to hurt you... Well" I heard him chuckle under his breath. "Not a lot anyway."

I pang of fear and anger surged through my body. And with my lips trembling, I managed to ask, "Who are you?"

I heard a loud clap as the man slammed his hands together in what I assumed to be some form of excitement. "It talks!" He exclaimed eagerly. "Well," he continued, in a more upbeat tone now, "I am Warren Worthington II, otherwise known as the head of Worthington Labs, if you've ever heard of it."

I shook my head slowly and truthfully.

"Oh," he sounded a bit offended, "I shouldn't have expected someone like to have heard of me anyway." He paused before adding, "Besides, your mother hadn't heard of me either."

Mother? I was instantly filled with rage. "What did you do to my mum?" I spat.

I heard his shoes click against the cement ground as he circled me. "Well, I started out by having this exact same conversation with her. She screamed and begged so I told her all of my deep deep secrets," He stopped behind me and lent done to my ear, whispering;

"And then I killed her."

My blood ran ice cold. My mind went blank except for one memory of my mum laughing replaying over and over in my head as I felt tears began to leek in groups of hundreds from my eyes. My cold blood then began to heat, to the point where it was boiling. I started struggling against the rope, kicking in all directions trying to make contact with Warren's legs. I heard him chuckling as he watched me.

"WHY?!" I screamed. "WHY! WHY? Why? Why..."

After a few minutes I stopped struggling, falling limp in a sobbing mess. I was truly alone. I had no one. All this time I had held onto a glimmer of hope, but in truth, it had all been useless.

"Why?" I heard Warren taunt. "How about you let me tell you a story."

"Once upon a time, there was a millionaire scientist who worried about the future of the world due to the existence of mutants. Now this man was, very very smart, and he decided that it was time to get rid of the monsters that plagued this earth once and for all. So he started doing tests in order to try and find some sort of . During his tests he came across a mutant with the ability to make all other mutations... This was very good news for the clever scientist but there was still some scientific issues that needed to be overcome. These problems could take a very long time to figure out so the scientist decided to seek help from someone with . This someone happened to be a mutant themselves, and fortunately, very similar to Odin who lost his eye for unmeasurable knowledge, this mutant was completely . This made him easier to capture. But unfortunately for the scientist this mutant also had a wife and a small daughter. A long time after the mutant was taken away by the scientist who had tried to make the abduction look like abandonment, the wife decided to get a bit too noisy. The antidote was coming along rather well and the experiment could not be exposed now so the scientist decided to in hopes to tie up any loose ends. It didn't all go exactly to plan though; Sadly, the wife ended up dead and as for the daughter, well, we will just have to find out won't we. The end!" He finished on an evil note.

Silence. Well that's what it seemed. In my head it was the very opposite of silent. My father. I had never really known him, he had abandoned us when I was only very small, my mum never really mentioned him. But it all made sense now, I must of acquired the mutant gene from my father. And this man, who was standing in the exact same room as me, was responsible for ruining the entirety of my life.

"Actually, I may have lied," continued Warren before I could fully process anything he had just said.

I heard the door squeak and another person enter. I waited for him to keep speaking but all I could heard was quiet movement.

"Lied about what?" I asked croakily.

"Well," He considered. "How about, if you survive this, I'll tell you."

My body clenched in fear. "Survive what?" I asked, suddenly terrified.

"As I said, the antidote is coming along quite well. And you will have the honour of being my first test subject!" He exclaimed through what sounded like a tight toothed grin.

"No... No please," I begged, my energy lost with my hope.

"Aw come on, think of it as a present from your father why don't you?"

Before I could think I felt a sharp pain plunged itself into my arm.

"No!"

I felt my organs all flip and begin to painfully reorganise themselves, as my black vision began to swirl with grey. I felt sick and fear and anguish wracked my body and my head thumped as if there were ten hearts wedged inside my skull. My vision swirled more rapidly than before causing me to become confused and faint, and I'm almost sure I tipped the chair to the ground, taking myself along with it. I whimpered, blinking over and over as my vision began to form shapes. The emotion in the air around me became dull and although my hands clung feverishly to the wooden chair, it felt completely dead. The contents of my stomach threatened to empty themselves onto the dirty grey floor.

Wait.

The dirty grey floor? Yes. The dirty grey floor and the dull grey walls and the wide whitened evil grin plastered onto a pasty face, framed by sun bleached hair. I could see it, all of it.

I hadn't the time to take it in though as my body finally gave out, my eyelids dropping. But not before I saw an explosion of the most beautiful blue I had ever seen.