Wanda stood outside her room. She looked at the girl who had passed out on the floor. She didn't know what to do.

She felt a breeze, and her hair slightly flew around.

"What's wrong sister?" Peitro asked, his Russian accent strong.

Wanda looked over at her older brother.

"I can't do that to her. She's too innocent." She said.

"You have to." Peitro said.

Wanda looked over at her older brother.

"I can't Peitro, I can't." Wanda said close to tears.

"Somewhere out there, she has family that loves her. She has a boyfriend that loves her. I can't take all that away from her. I can't to what Stark did to us to her. She doesn't deserve to live like that." Wanda was close to tears by now.

Peitro wrapped his sister into a hug. He whispered calming words into her ear in their native language.

"You don't have a choice sister. You have to do this." Peitro said.

Wanda looked up at her older brother.

"I can't. What part of that don't you understand?" Wanda asked.

"The 'I can't' part." Peitro joked, smirking slightly.

Wanda rolled her eyes at her older brother.

"If you were in my place and had to learn everything about this girl who's frightened and alone would you break her?" Wanda asked.

He hesitated.

"No I wouldn't." Peitro said.

"Now you know why I can't break her." Wanda said.

"You heard Strucker, if you don't do this we will die." Peitro said.

"I know." Wanda said. She looked up at her older brother.

"If she starts to thrash, pull me out of there." Wanda instructed.

Peitro nodded.

Wanda walked into the girls room and stood in the corner, where she could't be seen.

"Who's there?" The girl croaked.

Wanda was silent. Her eyes turned red and she moved her fingers.

A red mist floated through the air, toward the girl.

"What's happening? Who are you? Help!" The girl panicked.

The red mist slowly made its way toward the girl.

She scooted back frantically trying to get away from it, backing herself into a corner, and realizing that she can't escape it.

She breathed in and out frantically.

The red mist was creeping up on her and she couldn't escape it. The red mist made its way into her mind.

Her eyes went wide, as her past flashed before her eyes like a movie.

'No get away from me! You killed her!' A young girl shouted.

Her blonde hair fell just below her chin and her blue eyes sparkled with delight.

"But it was so much fun! You'd enjoy it." The young girl said.

"You killed my sister!" The blonde girl shouted.

"And you're next!" the young girl said .

The memories changed.

"Mama! Papa! No don't leave us! I still need you." The young girl shouted.

Now she was about 10. Her hair was a light brown and fell just below her shoulder in waves.

"Why did you leave me?" She shouted.

Tears fell from her brown eyes.

She let out a shrill scream, and sobbed into her parents bloody chests.

The vision changed once more.

"I trusted you! You killed him! You killed my brother! How could you?" The girl shouted.

"He knew things he shouldn't have. I had to get rid of him." The man said.

"You were his friend and you killed him!" She shouted.

She was older, about 14. Her brown hair fell just below her chest and her brown eyes held hatred, and betrayal.

"Now I'm going to kill you." She said, before she plunged the knife that was used to murder her brother into the throat of the man.

The vision changed again.

"You killed him! We trusted you and you killed him!" A boy shouted.

His blonde hair fell in wisps over his brown eyes.

"How could you?" A girl questioned .

Her brown hair fell to her back and her brown eyes were full of tears.

"How could you kill your own brother?" A young boy asked.

His blonde hair was slicked back and his blue eyes were full of hatred toward the girl he once loved.

"I-I didn't do it. You have to believe me. I didn't do it!" The girl sobbed.

She was older, now at 15, her hair was different shades of blue and hung just below her chest.

"You should've seen it coming. She's hated us all since day 1." Another boy said.

His curly brown hair was short and his blue eyes were full of betrayal.

"No! I love you! Don't do this to me!" She shouted.

The vision changed for a fourth time.

"We meet again." The blond boy from before said.

"Please don't hurt me!" The girl said.

Her blue hair was now back to her original brown, and her eyes were full of sadness and fear.

"Oh we won't hurt you, we'll destroy you." Said the blonde boy with the blue eyes filled with hatred.

"No- no! I didn't kill him! Please!" She shouted, as the group of five made their way toward her.

"Please." She croaked.

"It's time for you to die." The girl with the brown hair said.

The girl let out a heart wrenching scream as her friends attacked her.

It was her worst fear.

She feared that they would come back for her, and destroy her even more.

Wanda stood there in horror.

The girl sat in the corner begging for it to stop.

Strucker stood outside the girls room.

"She's breaking. I can feel it." Peitro said.

"Good. Lets just hope your sister doesn't fail me." Strucker said.

"I promise you she won't." Peitro said.

"This girl is what we need to eliminate them once and for all." A voice said, stepping out from the shadows.

"Nice of you to join us." Strucker said.

"How's the boy?" The voice asked.

"He's undergoing transformation." Strucker said.

"Good. His older brother won't know what happened. Their the perfect weapon to take down the Newsies." The voice said.

"Are you sure this will work?" Peitro asked.

"I know them better than anyone." The voice replied.

"How?" Peitro questioned.

"I was their friend, and they betrayed me." The voice said, chuckling bitterly at the memory.

"Who are you?" Peitro asked.

"I am Skittery."