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[Name] has a special power. She was a mutant, yes, with her ability to telepathicly move things down to the atom - but that wasn't her really special power. When she comes of age - around fifteen or so - someone will do her a great kindness, and she will fall in love with them. This will create a special bond that only she feels. It will hurt for her to be apart from them, it will force her to protect them, and serve them in any way they need. Then she will be doomed to be apart from them, until the time is right.

Right now, she is seventeen, and this hasn't happened yet. She had been taken when her other mutant powers had shown, and because of their atomic ability, she was forced to be the one to get information, and she did, the only way she was taught.

Torture.

Her day was an endless cycle of it. She would wake up, wake the prisoners with her power - usually simulating the pain of a pinch - and wait until the guards sent in a prisoner for interrogation. She would have them strapped to a chair. She would start with the feet, splintering bones, opening the skin... the chair was pretty bloody by the time she was finished.

Her patron never had a shortage of fresh meat. [Name] always heard the screams of her own work, knew the pain she caused, saw the blood she spilled. She knew it wasn't just for the information they needed, there was always someone to torture, someone to torture her.

She could escape, at anytime she wanted. But she vowed to take someone with her. One less person to know the pain. So far, she'd never had the chance, no one trusted her enough, and she never had the chance to see the newcomers before they were strapped to a chair, half concious.

Today was different. She was on her lunch break and was allowed to wander the halls. [Name] made her way to the front of the building and was almost there when she heard a commotion up a head. [Name] turned the corner to see two guards dragging in a overcoat-clad ginger, who looked as if the guards had already beaten him down. Nonetheless, he still struggled.

This was new, not many of the people dragged in were concious, let alone fighting. Without thinking, [Name] stepped out into the hall and approached the guards, trying not to seem interested in the man between them.

"What are you doing?" one of the guards growled, she flipped her hair and sighed impatiently.

"You lazy asses didn't bring in another guy, Striker said I need to do it myself and get you two back to work, and work harder." she said with an air of authority. The guards suddenly look afraid and scuttle off, leaving [Name] with a handcuffed, exhasted cajun.

She gently put a hand on his back, pushing him foreward. He complied, and the two walk down the hall, towards the prison cells.

They didn't make it there, the cajun suddenly lunged at [Name], pushing her against the wall. He held her by her neck, cutting off her airway.

"Who are you? Tell me!" he ordered, slamming her head against the wall. [Name]'s vision darkened around the edges and she brought her hands up to claw at the strong hands that held her.

"P-Please..." she choked out. "I- I do- n't want t-to be here eith-ther."

The man's black and red eyes widen and he loosened his grip on [Name]'s neck. "What do ya mean?"

"St-top choking me an' I will tell you..." [Name] aimed for sarcasm but the stutter didn't help, the cajun smirked and dropped her to the floor.

"Well?"

"I've been planning to escape here for weeks, but I need to bring someone with me. Someone who can trust me as I do them." [Name] explained, standing up and rubbing her neck. "That hasn't worked so far."

"I can escape all on my o-"The man's eyes narrowed. "How do I know ya ain't trickin' me?"

[Name] sighed in exasperation. "I don't know, I- I'm forced to hurt these people and I can't but I do anyway! They control me, its in the music."

The ginger male looked at her in surprise. "Music?"

"My mutant power. I can levitate things at atomic size, if only I hear a form of music. They play such a melody that it controls the power and makes me... Makes me hurt them." [Name] had never admit this, even to herself. She told herself that it was her fault, she was the one hurting people, so she wouldn't believe she could be controlled that easily. But no, it was them, they controlled her with a simple mozart symphoney. She wanted to break down, cry for the first time in years.

"Well, mon amie, I can see why they don't trust you." The man held out his hand. "Remy Lebeau. I am very interested in your offer."

[Name] grinned and shook the hand. "[Name] Ramirez, and I happen to have a plan."

Remy let [Name] lead him to his cell, explaining on the way his mutant power. She didn't have the authorization or the key to get the power-surpressor thing off, so they would have to wait until the right moment to escape. Nonetheless, [Name] stopped by Remy's room when she could, giving him extra food and drink rations, pillows and things to pass the time with.

The plan was simple. Striker had the only set of keys. And while [Name] had to hurt many, he always watched the mutants reactions, never the human ones. So, next time there was a mutant, she would have the chance to get the key, get Remy and get out. [Name] had long since stole headphones and an iPod from the careless janitors and downloaded songs that didn't make her distroy bones and such, this would allow her to use her powers freely.

There was only one flaw. She would need to 'interrogate' Remy.

[Name] brought up this dilema late at night, when the guards were alseep and she could sneek into Remy's cell. He only waved it off, saying he could take it.

"Obviously you've never had your bones torn into microscopic pieces, and have them plunged into your flesh." [Name] smirked at the Cajun's horrified face.

"We need a plan." He said.

[Name] thought for a moment, then her face lit up. "You any good at acting?"

*

[Name] woke up at her usual time, and groaned as one of Beethoven's symphoneys filled her ears. She walked into the hall lined with cell doors and mentally pinched every inmate. When she got to Remy, she only nudged him. He waved his hand in protest, making [Name] giggle, but a job was a job and [Name] shoved him off the bed - thankfully into a pile of pillows stationed there for the very reason.

She strode down to her work room... Torture room, and waited for the unlucky prisoner of the day. She paced for a few minutes before a door creaked open. [Name] snapped her head up to see Striker walk into the raised viewing room, take a seat and smile deviously at her. [Name] took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. Maybe Remy wasn't the mutant today?

Life always seemed to hate her though and, sure enough, moments later a troope of four guards dragged in the ginger. [Name] faced the wall, unmoving, but inside she was screaming. Remy was forced down into the red-stained chair and handcuffed. [Name] winced internally when the usual controling symphoney floated through the hidden speakers. [Name] took a deep breath and turned to the cajun. Remy grinned lopsidedly and [Name]'s heart clenched. She can't hurt him, she won't.

"First question, LeBeau..." [Name] didn't listen to the questions, they were always things the victem never knew. It was infuriating. Soon, [Name] felt the sickening tug of the music, and she took a breath before stepping toward the middle of the room, where the cajun sat. Her head throbbed as she resisted. [Name] raised her hand and aimed for Remy's forearm. She tried to hold back.

Remy grit his teeth, his forearm was burning and being stabbed with millions of butcher knifes at the same time. "Ch-ere..." he forced out.

[Name] clenched her own teeth, her head pounded harder the more she struggled, but she let up as much as she could. The mutant locked eyes with the cajun and nodded ever so slightly. Remy shut his eyes before letting out a cry of agonizing pain. [Name] lowered her hands and her eyes widened in horrer. Did she actually hurt him?

Striker was pleased and descended a flight of stairs, smiling gleefully. "Perfect job, my little Musician." He strode over to Remy, who sat limp in the restraints, and lifted his chin to look at him. Stirker made a disgusted face and let the cajun's head drop to his chest.

"Get it back to its cell." Striker waved carelessly and walked out of the room, [Name] stood shaking, eyes watering. Remy was picked up and dragged away like a ragdoll.

*

[Name] was psyically and mentaly exhasted by the end of the day. Every time she hurt someone, she heard Remy, screaming in pain because of her. She had managed to swipe the keys from Striker's belt when he brushed past her, and now they cut into [Name]'s hands as she strode toward the prison hall. She got angrier every step she took, this was all strikers fault. He captured her all those years ago. He made [Name] hurt her cajun.

No more. [Name] slid on her headphones and pried the bars open to Remy's cell. He looked up from reading and grinned.

"Chere'! Dat was great, de idiot actually bought it!" Remy said happily. [Name] hesitated.

"I didn't.... hurt you?" [Name] gasped. Remy's grin faded.

"Just a bit, chere, but it wasn't..." He trailed off at [Name]'s pained expression, then her look of complete rage. Her eyes were darker than the cajun's own. With a deadly calm, she pressed the volume up button on her stolen iPod, then tossed Remy the key to his ability-restricting band. When that was off, Remy's hands practically sparked with kenetic energy.

Both he and [Name] blew a hole in the wall, but neither of them knew that they were about 200m above ground. This didn't deter [Name].

"Whatever you do, keep running." She orders and leaps off the edge. Remy had a mini heart-attack when she was caught by a piece of flying rock. She motioned for him to follow her before leaping to the next one. Remy grinned and jumped, he did a front flip and landed skillfully before parkouring down the rest, keeping pace with [Name].

[Name] was dancing, she twisted in the air and did stunning footwork when she landed. Her hands flew, in tune to the music and to control the rocks that supported the two. She felt free. She was free.

When they reached the ground, [Name] turned to Remy, who was still laughing wildly, and gave him a sad smile.

"We need to split." She says. Remy stopped and frowned.

"Why?"

"They are in with the police, everyone will be looking for two."

The cajun looked downcast. "Alright. But take this," He pulled a card out of his pocket; the king of hearts, and handed it to her. Then he pulled the queen of hearts and seperated it from the other cards. "Tink of it as a picture. Since the only one I have is a mugshot."

[Name] smiled again. "Who should I look for?"

"Gambit. Look for Gambit."

[Name] nodded solumnly and began to leave. But Remy grabbed her arm. "Wha-?"

She was cut off by Remy's lips against hers, he had a spark to him, as if he were spreading kenetic energy to her. He carresed her cheek softly as he let go. [Name]'s eyes threatened to tear up and she blinked. When she opened them, he was gone.

-Years later-

[Name] was running. She was found by the police, and for what, she didn't know. After Striker, she'd lived off of what she could steal. And she might have beat some people.

Let's backtrack

After Remy left, [Name] felt something in her torso. (Think: hurt feels) No matter what she did, it wouldn't go away. She tried drinking, flirting -being around other love interests made it hurt more- and more pain killers than she should've taken in the first place. She also tried torture, thinking -fearfully- that it could've been some sort of toture withdrawl. Thankfully it wasn't.

Back to the present

Now the pain was lifting, for reasons [Name] couldn't think of at the moment, but she used it as motovation to run faster. Soon, a brick wall could be seen- [Name] recognised it at Xavier mainsion, from news and such. It was supposed to be a safe haven for mutants, but she never dared to venture in there. Now it wasn't such a bad idea.

With a last burst of adrenaline, she vaulted over the wall and landed heavily in the manicured lawn, the police left shcoked and confused. [Name] felt the last of the adrenaline -the only thing keeping her awake- wash away, and she passed out.

"Professer, someone just passed out on our front lawn." Storm said. Logan and Scott looked up from their argument and Remy decided not to walk past the room. Xavier looked at the screen storm was pointing at, then looked to the X-men in the room.

"Storm, Scott, get the medical bay ready. Gambit, Logan, go find out who this is." he ordered, and the X-men scattered.

Logan yawned as he strode down the hall, frustrating Remy. "Can't you hurrry? Dey could be dying!"

"You go a head, I'll be awhile." Logan replies, making the cajun scowl, but oblige.

When Remy got outside, his heart skipped a beat. With a new porpuse, he sped toward the girl laying in the grass and knelt beside her. Could it be?

Sure enough, an old, faded card was curled in her hand- the kind of hearts. Remy's eyes widened, but he still was able to pick up the girl from his past and carry her bridal-style into the mansion.

[Name] woke to strong arms around her, when her eyes cracked open, she saw a brown overcoat with magenta body armour, confused, she looked up and into the face of the one person she'd been looking for.

"Remy..." she muttered, not having the energy for anything more. The cajun looked down and smiled sadly in response.

"You're safe, chere, you'll be okay."

[Name] grasped the edge of his coat and let her head rest on his shoulder. The ache was gone, and it was replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling. She didn't mind it. Soon she was put down. She heard muffled voices, one female, two -no- three males. Wait, here comes another, this one sounded older, in charge.

Then she passed out again, this time, she wasn't alone.

"Hello, [Name]." Said a man. He was dressed in green and sat in a wheel chair.

"Who are you?"

"I'm professer Xavier." The man replies. "You can call me professer X."

"Okay, X. I'm sorry for landing in your yard and all-"

"It's no problem, we welcome all mutants... one way or another."

[Name] sighed. "Why are you in my mind, sir?"

"I like to earn trust with newcomers. Therefore if there is anything needed, I can provide." Explains Xavier. "Mind if I take a peek?"

"Well, I don't see why not-" [Name] was cut off by the setting change. Suddenly she was back on the Island, where she hurt people.

"Get us out." [Name] ordered.

The professer ignored her, and simply watched as [Name] totured person after person, the wailing of the victems echoing through the mindscape. [Name] watched in horror.

"I know you didn't mean to." Xavier said softly. [Name] only shook her head. They watched as Remy was dragged in, how they planned, esacped. Kissed.

"I see you know Gambit?" Xavier asked. [Name] couldv'e sworn she heard some amusement in the layers of monotone, but she only nodded.

"Well, then. I think we're done here."

[Name] woke abrutly to the faces of Remy, a guy with red tinted shades, a choclate-skinned woman with white hair, and a muscular guy whi looked done with everything. They were shifting between looking at her, screens behind the bed she was in, and Remy himself, while Remy only looked at her. Fearfully, [Name] glanced behind her to see a replay of her mindscape adventure with Xavier.

"Oh." Was all she said.

Xavier saved the day. "Storm, Scott, assemble a meeting in the control room. Logan, make sure we aren't disturbed."

[Name] sat up, holding her head. Remy pulled up a chair and sat between her and Xavier. Silence shrouded the room.

"You needed to see that?" Remy asked. [Name] almost smiled.

Xavier smirked. "Well, I try and build trust. But there is something I need to tell you both."

[Name] held her breath.

"Gambit, you accepted [Name]'s help, and addition, you helped her. You were kind to her when no one was." Xavier began. "Thus, creating a bond."

"Bond?"

"Yes, it is an interesting ability and unlike her other power, this one isn't silenced by the absence of melody."

"It's called an impact." [Name] said softly. All eyes turned to her. "I am to swear on my life to protect his. If he refuses, well. I never found out about that part."

Xavier began to say something, but changed his mind. "You know what do do."

[Name] motioned for Remy to stand. When he did, [Name] knelt before him. "I, [Name] Ramirez, swear to protect you, Remy Lebeau. I will be honest. I will be obediant. I ask for your agreement, so I may fulfill what my power has asked of me."

"I-I... accept?" Remy stammered. This was all that was needed. A light showed through [Name]'s (f/c) shirt, spreading gracefully throughout her body, before leaping to Remy's and trailing to his heart. Then it faded. And it was over.

Remy looked into [Name]'s eyes, grinning, mirroring her expression. "That was... awesome."

"Yeah."

Xavier wheeled away from the room, leaving the two young to catch up.

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EXTENDED

"So I sez- So I sez, He doesn't break a sweat takeing on apocalypse, and what gets him? A Tree." Logan could hardly contain his drunken laughter.

[Name] burst into giggles, delighted to hear the embarassing story of Remy's failed ski trip. Remy only rolled his eyes, but still grinned at the memory.

"Oh! I need to tell you about how Rouge dumped him in a lake!"

"Logan!"
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