"This was just a sad invention, it wasn't real, I know." She crumples the blueprints for her locator, tears brimming as she stares at the burned out and cracked or broken pieces of said locator which had decided to blow up a few minutes ago.

"But we were happy, I guess I couldn't let that go." She remembers her brothers and sister laughing and playing with her in a field in Vanaheim.

"I guess I couldn't give that up. I guess I wanted to believe, that if I just believe, then I don't have to see what's really there." She gathers the broken parts in one hand, covering the pile of parts on the table.

"No, I'd rather pretend I'm something better than these broken parts, pretend I'm something other than this mess that I am," She removes her hand, staring at the parts before grabbing them in her hand and clenching her fist. "Cause then I don't have to look at it, and no one gets to look at it. No, no one can really see."

"Cause I've learned to slam on the brakes, before I even turn the key, " She slams her clenched fist on the table in frustration, her hand heating up and catching fire. Feeling the metal warp, she extinguishes the flames and opens her hand, seeing a familiar marking on the key-shaped hunk of scrap metal. More tears come and she sobs, letting them fall and hiss as they land on the hot metal.

"Before I make the mistake, before I lead with the worst of me." She clutches the key to her chest, feeling the heat and remembering their faces so clearly it hurt.

"I'll never let them see the worst of me." She looks at one hand before camouflaging completely.

"Cause what if everyone saw? What if everyone knew?" She looks at the door almost fearfully, wondering if all of them knew about her demon.

"Would they like what they saw? Or would they hate it too?" She spits out the word 'hate' forcefully, knowing the word too well, remembering all the nights she hated herself for ever leaving Vanaheim, leaving her family. And for what? To travel to the land where danger searches for her and demons, dragons or as they're called, mutants, are shunned and actively hunted.

"Time to disappear." She whispers,  putting the key on a iridescent collar. Putting the collar around her neck, she toys with the key turned pendant and smiles gently. Throwing on her hoodie, she steps out of her room into the hallway of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.