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 Being in the celebration had shook me. But I felt a need to come to this event. I had received no 
                    invitation, but I know that, who would want to give an invitation 
                    to someone you don't trust at all. Only she understands me. But I read fear in her eyes. Fear 
                    of me, of my capabilities. The doors of the hotel opened automatically but practically 
                    had fused out as I entered. I pulled out the invitation from 
                    my pants pocket that I had just taken from one of her fellow 
                    X-Men. Garden Ballroom, third floor. I decided not to use the elevator, for I feared a sudden 
                    breakdown might take place. I myself do not know the limits 
                    of my powers. But which I am learning to control. So taking up the stairs is the secondary idea, I passed up 
                    humans which turned to smile. Those pathetic kind is my purpose, 
                    my mission to eradicate. Somehow I know someone is telling me to stop my 'dreadful' 
                    fantasies. Someone like Xavier. I found immediately a doorway covered by balloons and a sign 
                    that says 'Welcome to Caitlin's Fifth Birthday'. Somehow what 
                    grand. I see different mascots inside. "Good Morning sir" A short woman greeted me as 
                    I enter, I nodded back, feeling lucky they will not have to 
                    take strict measures on the visitors. Immediately, I can hear the shrieks and excited cries of 
                    children, all of which are in costumes. Of course adults are 
                    a majority. I felt my heart race in search of her. And then, 
                    I found her just only a short distance away from me, holding 
                    a child's hand. She seemed to be entertaining the other guests. 
                    I realized she had not changed -- she was still beautiful, 
                    her reddish brown hair tied in a bun and her fiery green eyes 
                    sparkling. I smiled as I saw her, but she did not see me. The child she was holding hands with was obviously her daughter. 
                    Her lass had inherited a majority from her, maybe only a few 
                    from her father. She was wearing what I guessed was a princess 
                    costume. Her father. Yes, I remembered him once again. Still, I am 
                    baffled in why she chose him to live her life with 
                    forever. He must be lucky, very lucky. He is a traitor to my kind, his life full of lies, hatred, 
                    coldness and cloaked in the dark. He came from a clan of thieves, 
                    so that made me conclude in where he got all the money for 
                    such a celebration for his daughter. I have to admit however, 
                    that his adoptive family is one of the wealthiest in his place. I wished not to stay longer. My wish was only to see her, 
                    but now I felt a need that I should stay longer. "Rogue." I saw her husband appear from nowhere. 
                    I read excitement in his face. "How about we start de 
                    party now?" "Sure, sugah." I saw her smile to him in response, 
                    then at Caitlin. "Now y'enjoy yaself, darlin'. Be careful, okay?" Caitlin nodded in excitement with a wide smile. He took the child's hand and grinned at her. "Hello 
                    dere m'princess', how are you doin' so far?" "This is the bestest birthday I have!" The child 
                    gladly proclaimed. The child's father smiled in satisfaction. "Come on, 
                    let's be startin' t'party" He accompanied the child to the other kids, and then went 
                    to Kurt's place, who was the entertainer of the party. He had signalled something to him and then I saw him nod 
                    and approach the platform to announce the start of the party 
                    by introducing the games. I  didn't wish to see the children 
                    playing, so I looked to her again. She must have been very proud of this moment, in having a 
                    family she always had desired. I had wondered how she had 
                    conceived a child, which her powers had made it impossible. 
                    It must be Xavier, I told myself. Since his return, 
                    the tension happening about her powers seems to have decreased. I waited for more minutes to pass, and she still did not 
                    notice me. She was occupied in entertaining the guests and 
                    spending time with her family. Her husband must love children since he didn't stop spending 
                    with them or showing some of his so-called card tricks. Especially 
                    to his daughter. I did not take my eyes off Xavier also, who seemed to be 
                    having a good time seeing his "children." In a few 
                    moments I thought he would discover me in the room. I know 
                    he felt a presence with his mental abilities, but he had apparently 
                    ignored it. Good enough for me. Rogue took a moment to talk to Xavier, and her husband still 
                    had his hands full with the children, which left me to watch 
                    their daughter looking at presents. I felt an urge, so I decided 
                    to talk to the girl. Luckily, no one had cared to see me approach 
                    her place. "Hello, Caitlin," I began as I crouched for her 
                    to face me well. "Hello," she said meekly. "You must be having a good time," I continued. "Yes," her face brightened. "I made a lot 
                    of friends, I won at a lot of games. Look at one of my prizes." 
                    The child showed me a fancy ring she was wearing. It was good 
                    she felt good in my presence. She must have been convinced 
                    that her safety was assured. I smiled. "That is good, my child." Her wandering emerald green eyes looked at mine. "Who 
                    are you?" Her question did not shock me at all. For I 
                    knew it was coming. "Oh, I was invited by your mother. I am a very good 
                    friend of hers." The girl nodded and turned away, still 
                    picking up and guessing the contents of her gifts. "I have a gift by the way, my child." She looked 
                    at me again excitedly. I pulled something from my coat pocket. "I'm sorry I 
                    did not have the time to wrap it for you." She looked 
                    at me eagerly, ignoring my words. "Here." I revealed a gold necklace in my hand. "Wow ... " She gasped as I opened the lock to place 
                    it around her neck. "Is it real?" she asked me innocently. "Of course, dear Caitlin, it is." I felt a bitter 
                    feeling. "I was to give it to my daughter named ... Anya 
                    on her birthday ... but she passed away." "Where?" the girl asked. I laughed softly. "I must take my leave now. Just send my regards to your 
                    mother." I felt at least contented for coming at the 
                    party. I stood up and patted her head and walked to the exit 
                    doorway, just steps away. As I left, I heard her mother approach Caitlin's place. "Ooooh, that's a lovely necklace you got, mah sweet." 
                    Rogue crouched down and caressed her daughter's hair. "Yes, a man gave it to me." She looked at it excitedly. 
                    "I'm going to show it to my friends!" Rogue ignored her remarks. "Who?" Rogue asked suspiciously. "I don't know." Caitlin turned around, but couldn't 
                    find me. Rogue looked worried. "What does he look like?" "He seems very kind, he had white hair, about daddy's 
                    size and Uncle Charles's age. He told me he is to give this 
                    necklace to his daughter named Anya -- like Anya in Anastasia!" 
                    she giggled, then turned serious. "His daughter Anya 
                    ... that passed away. What does that mean, momma?" Rogue's face looks startled and uneasy. I felt she might 
                    have discovered it was me. Before she could find me, I was 
                    outside the room. She stood up, and I saw her husband jog 
                    over to her. She told him what had happened. But then, as he was searching for me, I had left the hotel.   ~ End ~   
       
 
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