Victory over Creed's heart

Mystique

My daughter had been missing for eleven years before I found her in the last place I expected. Stryker. I almost didn't recognize my little girl, she had grown so much. I got Erik to open her cell and the first thing she did was attack us. She was deadly and graceful. Erik had to surround her in metal to save us. I nearly broke into tears at the sight of my baby so scared and vengeful. The metal didn't stop her though. She teleported herself behind us and went to attack again but stopped when I yelled her name. She sat in a crouch and looked at us with her head tilted to the side in confusion, her eyes showing a slight glimmer of hope.

"Baby girl it's me. It's momma. Don't you recognize your momma Elle?"

"But bad people said you didn't want me. That I was a freak. And I had to go with them."

"No Elle that's not true. I have been looking for you for a long time sweet heart. And you are NOT a freak, your my little girl."

She didn't even recognize me. I looked to Erik for help, he had been there for me when Issac walked out on Mortelle's second birthday. She had Issac's hair, light chocolate brown with white blonde, night black strands and my blood red running through it. It was past her waist and would have been beautiful if it wasn't matted and tangled.

"Do you remember me, kleine?"

"Unca?" She whispered her old nick name for Erik. The only only three people knew, all three were currently gathered.

"Yes."

She stood up and ran over to us. There were tears of joy in her eyes. She hugged Erik then clung to me. She felt heavier then she should have. Almost as heavy as Logan...

"Erik!" I said panic seeping into my voice.

"What is it Mystique? Is something wrong?" He had heard my panic and was trying to keep calm.

"What metals do you sense?"

My question coupled with my still panicked tone caught him off guard.

"Iron, steel, copper, and ..." His eyes widened "Adamantium. A more wielding version then Logan's..."

No. Please not my baby. Please say that they didn't put her through what Logan suffered. Charles' file told explicitly every thing Logan could remember about the pain he was put through.

"Kleine can you expend your claws for me sweetheart?" Erik's voice was quite

Mortelle did as he asked, two claws each seven inches long slid slowly out of my daughters right fist, they gleamed with a metallic light.

A.N.

Mortelle's vocabulary is that off a five year old. She has picked up a few words from her guards and Stryker but that is it.

Kleine is german for little one. I thought that Magneto would have such a name for a child he holds dear to his heart.

Mortelle's kidnapping happened four years after Logan was weapon X