DISCLAIMER: I hate these thing but anyhoo, the person who telling this story is of my creation therefor I own her. (And her mother too.) Everyone else belongs to Marvel Comics. I'm not making any money so don't sue.

My mother was a mutant so it was no surprise that on January 14, 2081 she gave birth to a baby girl with bones growing out of the side of her face and had fingers that looked like claws. There were three bones protruding out of either side of my face and they sort of looked like whiskers. My fingers could cut adamantium or could run across a piece of lead without leaving so much as a scratch.

Within five days of my birth I was legally declared a mutant and I had the telltale "M" tattooed over my right eye.

As I aged, I became a loner. People didn't talk to me because of my appearance and I didn't have many friends at school.

I started school at age five and finished school at age 12. I passed about two grades every year. Having a large intelligence might have been a mutant gene but then it may have not been for I had spent all my spare time studying for I had nothing better to do. My best subject was chemistry. (And still is.)

I had wanted to go to college but considering my age and the fact there weren't any around so I didn't go.

After I finished school, I spent my time helping my mother at her work. She was a demolitionist. It was there that I learn how to use explosive material properly and how to make sure nothing blew up in my face.

At the age of thirteen and a half my true mutant powers manifested and I "lost" my mother. My mother and I were setting up the charges inside one of the buildings when something went wrong and the charges went off prematurely and we were still in the building. As the walls came down around me I panicked and the next thing I knew I was translucent and the debris was going right through me. My first reaction was to run and hope that my mother wouldn't have to see the ghost of her only child.

I was about a mile away from the demolition when I ran into what felt like a brick wall. It was actually a large black man called Bishop who was part of the XSE, the mutant police force. I took one good look at him and then started backing away in fear. He was about a foot taller than I and looked like someone who shoots first and asks questions later. I tense up even more when I saw the size of the gun he was carrying. My mood changed from being scared to being sad when I realized that I wasn't a ghost and that my mother was probably dead.

Bishop must have noticed the change in my expressions and the tears streaming down my face for he knelt down and tried to comfort me. He didn't do the best job but after a while I began to feel better. Surprisingly after I told Bishop what had happened to me, he invited me to live with him and the other XSE. Having no other place to go, I decided it was the most logical plan of action.

When we arrived at the XSE headquarters, I was assigned a room and introduced to the rest of the team, Shard, Forge, and everyone else. I spent the next day trying to find my way around the headquarters and trying to decide what to would be my uniform.

My final decision was a dark red, skin-tight full body suit, a short, white jacket, mid-calf, white boots and a white belt with the typical XSE insignia as the buckle. The design surprised most of the team because it was a lot like the old Generation-X uniform. The next day I had added three pouches for explosive part. There was one my left upper arm which carried the detonator, one on my right, upper arm that carried the wires, and one on my left calf which held the main explosives.

Within a couple of days I became what you might call a side kick or back up. I was there if they needed me but I stayed out of the action for the most part. On my second mission I proved my self useful when we could knock down a door. I just phased through it and unlocked it from the inside.

As time progressed I became more part of the team.

My fourteenth birthday passed without my celebration, but my fifteenth was a bash. I received a large cake and a couple of presents. The one gift I cherished the most was the little teddy bear that I received from Bishop and Shard.

Bishop was away for my sweet sixteenth birthday so I didn't feel like celebrating.

He still hadn't return from the past which he had left for almost seven months before. Forge was worried about Bishop so he wanted someone to travel back and check up on him to make sure nothing bad had happened to him. I volunteered, because I felt like I didn't belong with the XSE when Bish wasn't around.

Forge didn't waste anytime sending me off. I had ten minutes to be ready so I ran into my room and tossed a couple of uniforms, some explosives and my teddy into a backpack and then ran back to forge hugging anyone I met along the way. When I met Forge again, he gave me a weird bracelet for me to wear. It was the time travel device.

I gave Forge a hug and then I was off. Time travel felt weirder than walking through walls.

I arrived right in the middle of a game of touch football being played by Phoenix, Cyclops, Joseph, Gambit, Rogue, Cannonball, Psylocke, Archangel, Beast, and Wolverine. The game quickly changed to tackle football when they spotted be falling to the ground. (I had arrived two feet off the ground.) I also became, metaphorically speaking, the person holding the ball.

The only time I have seen someone move as fast as those ten people moved toward me, was when Forge told Bishop that he had a new "big red gun" waiting in the office.

I was expecting some sort of attack so I did my usual act like a ghost, and let everything pass through you. And pass through me they did. Let see there was, and in no particular order, bone claws, a blue furry man, two left hooks and one right hook, a kinetic blast field, metal wing knives, optic blasts, some charged cards and a football.

Physical attacks I was expecting, mental I was not. Shortly after all those wondrous things phased through my body I was lifted into the air and had my mind probed by two people at once. It was easy to figure out who was probing my mine because everyone else, except Joseph who had his hand raised, had a really dumb look on their faces as they tried to figure out what I wasn't hurt. I looked directly at Phoenix and Psylocke and screamed, in my mind of course, "I WANT TO SEE BISHOP!!! NOW!!!" For a brief moment their expression matched everyone else's.

Since Bishop was nowhere to be found they put me in a high security cell. They forgot one thing, the inhibitor collar. ("Stone walls nor iron bars does a prison make", for without a inhibitor collar I go right through them.)

I walked quietly down the hall, and as I walked by Beast lab, I poked my head through the wall and said hello and asked him where Bishop's room was. He replied with "Up two floors and to the right." When he looked up and saw a head coming through the wall, his eyebrows shot up like a rocket into space. A couple of seconds later I heard him yell, "Oh my stars and garters! She's like Kitty."

I quickly found the elevator and was at Bishop's room within one minute. I knew it was his because I smelt... I'm not sure what you would call it but you automatically associate it with Bishop. I knock on the door and when I received no answer I walked in and sat on his bed and waited.

I didn't have to wait long for within thirty second did Beast come bounding in follow by Bishop. Bishop took one look at me and then a smile came across his solemn face. I got up walked up to Bishop, walking through poor old Hank in the process, scaring the daylights out of him and gave Bishop a huge hug.

We had about ten seconds worth of small talk before the rest of the X-Men team came in. Astonished to find me out of my cell, let alone seeing Bishop with his large hand on my shoulder, they stood there with their jaws almost touching the ground. After about an hour of introductions, an explanation of why I was here, and a tour around the mansion I finally actually got some time to sleep in my newly assigned room.

The next day was pure tests. It started with a session in the danger room against Logan. I came out with a couple off bruises and Wolverine came out with a wounded pride after he smashed his head into a wall a couple of times and received a couple of cuts complements of my fingers.

The next test was the intelligence test. There were fifty questions, and I got forty-nine correct, in less than twenty-five minutes. I have an IQ five less than Hank and a lot above Einstein. Not bad for a sixteen-year-old.

Another was to see how well I could control my powers. I told them I could control them perfectly except when I'm mad. Then I go totally berserk. My fingers grow two inches, my eyes glaze over, and I shred anything in my path. Bishop nodded in agreement at this statement. He was one of the few people who saw me like this. (Thankfully no one on XSE was hurt, everyone was too busy running away, scared $#!+less.)

The last was my driver's test. I passed with flying colors. It had something to do with driving before I was supposed to. (Bishop taught me to drive how his father taught him, offensively.)

Thankfully I had the next day I had to myself. I spent my day in the danger room blowing up buildings with my explosives when Bishop walked in and commented that I hadn't lost that particular destructive habit.

That night I help with supper by cutting up the carrots and the other veggies and made a delicious Chocolate Fudge Cake which got wonderful reviews but the whole group. (I won't mention it came out of a box.)

That night I retired to my bed and wrote down this what you are reading now.

I am Natalie Kathryn Wisdom, codename Whiskers.