THE UNCANNY X-MEN #400: "Revision Quest, Part 8: Final Sleep" (June, 2006)
Writer: Kenn Beck
Editors: Dean Conley, Hoang Thai
CIE & retsambeW: JM
Webmaster & EIC: Liam Gibbs
[The Xavier Institute
"Proteus!" Professor X gasped. "Kevin, how is this possible?"
"I am the master of reality, Professor! Nothing is beyond the scope of my abilities. In a
moment, I will revise history one more time, preventing my second death in Edinburgh. (1)
I will choose instead the option of living my life out in a synthetic body. At the same time,
you will become a ghost, dying out in space in the presence of your beloved Lilandra."
"Why did you drag this out for so long? Why not simply change everything at once?"
"That would have been too simple," Proteus smiled. "I wanted you to feel what it was like
to have your world ripped out from under you. I have spent all of my life in isolation, first,
in a dank cell on Muir Island, and then in a state of nothingness. I want you to know what
it's like to be helpless."
He paused, and his nearly featureless face changed slightly, his eyes softening in their
angry glare, his maniacal grin flattening out. "I should have been one of your students,
Professor. If you were there for me, I know you would have been able to help me. None of
this would have been necessary."
"I'm sorry, Kevin."
"Yes. I know you are," Proteus said, and waved his hands.
Moira McTaggart burst through the door, staring in horror at the sight of her son standing
over Charles Xavier. "Kevin, NO!"
"What is it, Mother?" Proteus said, his synthetic face's features softening in concern. He
looked to his left and saw Dummy walking slowly out the door, passing Moira without a
I don't know, son. I'm sorry, I forgot why I was coming here ta speak to ya."
"That's okay, Mother." He stood. "I have to go talk to my X-Men."
"We're already here," Changeling said. "And we need to talk."
Proteus turned and saw all of the X-Men. Changeling, Thunderbird, Rogue, Legion, Pyro,
Revanche, Magik, Turtle, Sunder, Arabian Knight, Cypher and Rusty stood in a loose circle.
"What is this?" Proteus asked suspiciously.
"This has to stop, Proteus," Thunderbird said.
"Stop? What do you mean, John?"
"We know what you've done," Changeling said. "There have been some disturbing events
here at the mansion lately. We've all been having very vivid dreams. The ghost of Charles
Xavier has contacted Abdul and Illyana. He told us about the manipulation of reality. The
revisions to history that you've performed."
"Preposterous," Proteus said, his eyes narrowing. "You're accusing me of changing the
world because of dreams and ghosts? That's ridiculous."
"Not at all," Illyana said, holding up her Soul Sword. "We even had Dead Girl come to the
mansion and contact him. We know what he's said is the truth. You've manipulated reality.
Altered history. Murdered dozens of people, all for your own personal gain."
"That's not the truth! Everything is as it should be!"
"He told us the truth," Revanche said. "You've transformed everything. Replaced everyone
who you thought would stand up to you."
"Do you even know what you're saying?" Proteus thundered. "You're suggesting that you
shouldn't be here! You're saying that the voice of a man dead for years is telling you that
you should be dead too, and you're willing to trust that more than your own MEMORY!"
"Charles Xavier may be dead, but he was a man of honor," Arabian Knight said.
Revanche nodded. "You may have altered the memories of everyone on the entire planet,
but you forgot to erase it from your own mind. You couldn't. That's beyond even your
power. You must remember, lest you subconsciously change things back."
Changeling stepped forward. "It ends now, Proteus."
Proteus regarded them all with incredulity. There was no possible way they could know the
truth. He was careful to alter every mind, except that of Charles Xavier, and he killed him.
He should have just wiped Xavier's mind along with everyone else's. He had to have his
petty revenge, and now the ghost of the man he replaced was threatening to undo
"What is the meaning of all this?" Moira hissed. "My boy has done nothing wrong!"
"You'll be safer in your lab, Moira," Magik said, creating a stepping disk beneath her. Moira
objected loudly, but the disk rose around her, transporting her to her lab.
Proteus looked at the X-Men. "I guess I will have to go back and wipe Xavier's memory
before I killed him." The world around them began to ripple like a dream.
"No," Arabian Knight said. "That will no longer be possible."
"What do you mean?" Proteus smirked. "You can't stop me. One of the modifications I
made to you before I restored you to the land of the living was to make you unable to
actively oppose anything I do. If you attack me, you will find yourself reduced to a drooling
"We realize that. But we are not the ones you need fear. Magik and I have summoned the
souls of the X-Men you killed. They remember what you have done, and they seek
revenge." Suddenly, from the air around the living X-Men, the X-Men that Proteus
retroactively killed appeared in wraith-like form. "My enchantments will allow them and
their powers to affect you. Your machinations must be put to a stop."
The ghost of Wolverine stepped forward, slowly, marching as if in a dream. He stopped
inches from Proteus, and smirked.
His spectral claws snapped out of his hands, slicing deep into Proteus' synthetic body.
Proteus screamed as sparks sputtered forth from the three holes, and he slammed an arm
into Wolverine's chest. The Canadian's spectral form couldn't be physically touched, but
the energy powers that Proteus wielded disrupted him to the point where his spirit was
damaged. Nightcrawler teleported behind him, his normal implosion of air replaced by a
wrenching shriek, and snapped a thick collar around Proteus' neck before disappearing
again in another burst of flame.
The room stabilized, and Proteus put a hand on the collar. "What have you done?"
Cyclops glided forward. "The collar absorbs the reality warping energy you control,
redirecting it into the conduits within. You can't use your powers to change reality any
more. Any power you output will be absorbed." He fired a beam of spectral energy from
his eyes at Proteus, widening one of the holes Wolverine had made in his synthetic body.
"Fools! Without my powers, you'll be dead forever!"
"Isn't that what you had planned anyway?" Marvel Girl said, her telekinesis taking the form
of several apparitions lifting Proteus at her command. She slammed his body into the wall.
"If we're all destined to be dead anyway, I'd rather you not be running around free."
Proteus fired an energy beam at a frequency other than that of his reality altering abilities,
and struck Marvel Girl's form, disrupting it.
Shortpack used his telepathy, activating the natural enzyme in his body that caused him to
shrink down to an inch. RubberMaid, her form covered with hundreds of faces, picked him
up and slithered towards Proteus.
The living X-Men watched as Proteus focused his energy on the ghosts of the X-Men he
"There must be some way we can help them," Cypher said.
"There isn't," Magik replied, watching her brother's ghost, which merely stood and
watched. "You heard Proteus. He's made sure we couldn't stand up to him. We can't
actively strike out at him. All we can do is focus our energy on keeping the students safe
from this battle."
Pyro shook his head. "You realize that if the X-Men win and find a way to reverse what this
tosser has done, we'll all be bloody dead again?"
Turtle looked up at him. "We're already dead, John. Proteus may have brought us back to
life, but this isn't the way it was supposed to be."
"None of us are eager to throw away a second chance," Thunderbird said, "but if it comes
at the cost of innocent lives
the price is too high."
"Besides," Arabian Knight added, "any life given to us by that abomination can only be
tainted. Before Proteus changed things, I died fighting for justice and freedom. I would
have my death mean something, and it is not up to him to change that."
"The X-Men that are fighting Proteus are the ones who deserve to be alive," Changeling
said. "My daughter deserves to live."
"And we don't?" Legion questioned.
"Not at the price of their lives, David," Revanche answered. "Would you let your father die
so that Proteus could go ahead and try to take over the world?"
Legion shook his head. "I know, you're right. I'm just scared of what will happen."
"Don't be scared," Magik said. "You won't know anything different has happened."
Colossus' ghost stood before her, smiling.
"Why is he just standing there?" Cypher said.
"Everything for a reason, my young friend," Arabian Knight said. "Watch as the battle
unfolds before us."
Rogue stood alone, looking at the fight, watching as Gambit drew spirits from the ether
around him into a card, which he threw at Proteus. Upon impact, the card discharged the
spirits, which tore into Proteus' synthetic body, causing more energy leaks.
The entire time, her hand rested on the swell of her belly. She could feel the life within
move. She knew Gambit should be the one who was alive; she saw the images in Professor
X's memories. She was the one who died fighting Artifact, not Gambit. (2) But the baby
inside of her
she wished like Hell that somehow the child could be exempt from what
she knew would happen.
Sketch swiped her spectral hand across the air, and barbed sketch lines appeared in front
of Proteus, tearing his synthetic skin. He swatted them away with is arms, but not before
Unus contained him in a field of eerie light. As the field compressed, Proteus expended
more energy, further weakening his powers. Shifting frequencies, Proteus fired a light
beam, passing through the field and disrupting Unus' form.
Shadowcat rose from the ground next to Proteus and used her powers, which in her
ghostly incarnation was to turn solid, to rip apart the synthetic skin covering Proteus'
body. With the various cracks and holes that riddled the form underneath, it was child's
play for Changeling to engulf him, depositing Shortpack inside of his circuitry, where he
began to rip away at internal wiring. Proteus turned his energy inward, expelling the
miniature ghost in a harsh burst. His synthetic body was nearly done for.
Scarlet Witch cast a hex bolt at him, and all at once, his systems began to overload. "I have
had experience with synthetic bodies, Proteus. The odds of me not finding a weakness are
slim at best!"
Proteus assessed the situation. There was no other alternative. The synthetic body he
inhabited was shredded, failing quickly and beyond repair while the X-Men were pressing
the attack. If he could only affect himself now that this collar was in place, then he had
only one course of action. He would revise the incarnation that had survived.
With a massive burst of energy, he warped his own personal history. Instead of his fight
against the New Warriors, X-Factor, X-Force and the Muir Island X-Men, he changed the
outcome of his original fight against the X-Men years ago. History would show that
Charles Xavier had died in space during his first trip to the Shi'Ar Empire, rather than his
second. And he would survive, as if that day had ended peacefully instead of with violence.
The inhibitor collar dropped to the ground with a clank.
At that moment, Colossus' ghost smiled at Illyana and turned. Proteus had made the
mistake they had hoped for. Rearing back his fist, Colossus slammed it into Proteus' chest.
Proteus screamed in agony as he realized his mistake. Now in his original form, he was
subject to his original weakness: metal.
"NO!" he screamed, and dropped to his knees, holding the gaping hole in his chest. "It's
not fair!" He was struggling to keep his form together, but it was leaking away, rising like
carbonation into the air and winking out of existence. He looked angrily at Professor X.
"You are not a god," Professor X replied, "although you had power to rival one. You do not
get to decide who gets to live, and who gets to die."
Proteus dropped his chin to his chest, utterly defeated. "They were willing to die for you.
To return to nothingness, even thought they had no idea they were supposed to be dead.
All for you."
"Not for me," Professor X said. "For the truth. I am truly sorry I wasn't there for you, Kevin.
I don't know if I would have been able to help you, but you at least deserved a fighting
chance. But nothing can change what happened without destroying what came after it. The
X-Men are not the kind of people that value their own lives over those who live today."
Proteus shook his head. "I'm sorry, Professor. I just wanted to have a chance at a normal
"I will give you that chance." Professor X put a hand on his shoulder. "If you swear to me
that you will spend the rest of your life seeking a peaceful means to unite humanity and
mutants, I will give my life energy for you to return. You can recreate your synthetic shell,
and live out the rest of your days as a member of my X-Men. I will sacrifice myself to give
you and your mother a chance at happiness. But you must undo all of your other changes."
"You would do that for me?" Proteus asked. "You'd make me an X-Man, after what I've
"I would. Because it is a chance you deserve. But you must continue to earn it. You must
dedicate yourself to peace, and not use your powers for personal gain. You will live, and I
will die in your place."
Proteus stared at him for a long time. The X-Men, both living and dead, formed a rough
circle around him. "No," he said finally. "That is not what an X-Man would do. There is so
much good you have accomplished, Professor. It was wrong of me to ever try and usurp
that. I am truly sorry to have tortured you like I have, to put you through such pain. I will
reverse all of the changes I have made."
"No," Colossus and Gambit said at the same time.
The other X-Men looked at them.
Colossus stepped forward. "Do not bring me back. Instead, I wish for Illyana to be returned
to the living."
"That isn't the way it works," Proteus said remorsefully. "If Illyana is to survive, it would
have to be the one who died in her place who stays dead."
Colossus looked at Shadowcat, who looked back at him with love in her eyes. "I'll do it,"
Shadowcat said. "If it will save Illyana."
"No," Illyana said. "My brother would not allow that, and neither will I. I will always love
you, Katya, you are my best friend, but I cannot allow that."
"She is right," Colossus said. "It is not something Illyana would want. I am not so selfish
that I would end your life to prolong hers."
"But so long as it's de person you switched us wit', we can stay switched?" Gambit said.
"Remy, no!" Rogue cried, her arms passing through his spectral form.
"That's right," Proteus said, his voice almost a whisper.
"Chere, I ain't been alive since you lef' me anyway," Gambit said. "If I knew dere was a way
I could save you an' our lil' one, I would do it in a heartbeat. Dis is de way to do it."
"Gambit, you can't!" Rogue wept. "Ah won't let you."
Gambit smiled a slight smile. "You have to. I'm gon' be dead soon anyway, Chere." The
rest of the X-Men looked at him, their faces showing their surprise. "I been diagnosed wit'
a fatal disease. I have Cacogastric Coryza. I won' die knowin' dere was a way I could let our
child come into dis world. You sayin' no from de heart, but you need to t'ink about our
baby. I want our daughter to live to see what her parents fought so hard to protect."
Rogue cried miserably, her hand holding her swollen belly.
"You know it's de right t'ing to do, Chere. Two lives for one. Besides," Gambit said, putting
a spectral finger under her chin and getting her to look up at him, "you can't deny a dyin'
man's last wish."
Rogue nodded, weeping uncontrollably. "Ah love you, Remy LeBeau. Ah always have, an'
Ah always will."
"And I you, my love."
Proteus shifted Gambit's state just enough to allow Rogue to touch him, and the two
shared one final kiss.
Professor X looked at Proteus as his form was nearly gone. "I thank you for allowing them
their happiness," he whispered.
"Thank YOU, Professor. Take care of my mother. She won't remember what's happened.
But she'll feel it. And follow your own edict. Live by the truth."
The Professor felt Proteus' energy flow through him, and all at once, the world went white.
"Wait! Artifact!" Rogue yelled. "Stop! I volunteer to serve as your host, if you stop fighting
us!" She stumbled forward from where she and Changeling had landed.
"Rogue, NO!" Gambit yelled, grabbing her by the arm.
"Trust me, Remy," Rogue communicated to Gambit over the telepathic link Shortpack had
set up, "I know what I'm doing. My invulnerability should protect me. I just need to borrow
Gambit turned away. "No, chere. I know what you got planned, and there's another way!"
Gambit turned and spoke to Artifact. "My powers will feed you with all the energy you
need. One condition: We leave Earth. We head out and look for artifacts on other worlds.
But Earth, we leave alone." He held out his right hand.
"Gambit, are you certain?" Professor X asked.
"Professor, you can't let him do this!" Scarlet Witch said.
Artifact turned its sensors to Gambit and analyzed his abilities. The loose piece of dead
flesh fell from the cuff and plopped onto the ground. Almost instantly it traversed the
distance between them and attached itself to his hand. Gambit smiled as he clenched his
fist. "Surprise, homme."
He began to charge Artifact's components with destructive energy. Artifact's control
probes penetrated his skin, but his own limited esper ability that he used to charm people
allowed him to resist long enough.
"Goodbye, Chere," Gambit said.
With nothing holding back the deadly energy he had imparted into it, Artifact exploded
"NO!" Rogue screamed. All were knocked flat to the ground by the force of the explosion.
When the smoke cleared, Xavier looked up from the ground next to his wheelchair, which
had been toppled. Rogue rose and turned towards where Gambit had stood. His crumpled
form lay battered on the ground.
"Gambit!" she yelled, dashing over to him. His right arm was gone up to the elbow, blown
off by the force of the explosion. The rest of his body was broken and bloody, his limbs
splayed out and painted with blood. There was nothing left of Artifact but some loose
circuits and shards of gemstones. She knelt next to him and screamed to the heavens.
[And, at Gambit's Funeral
"IT COULD HAVE BEEN HER!" Gambit screamed. He tensed his arm muscles, preparing to
pull the trigger and end Charles Xavier's life forever. His eyes went yellow, and his visage
began to ripple. The X-Men, past and present, whom until that moment had been
completely flabbergasted by the arrival, sprung into action. Wolverine was the first one to
get within an arms length, his claws popped.
"STOP!" Xavier said, holding up his hands to his students. "Don't do anything," he
commanded them. He looked into the man's eyes and his face calmed. "There was nothing
I could have done to save her if it was her, Raven."
Gambit's form shimmered and morphed into that of Mystique. She grit her teeth and
pressed the barrel of the blaster closer to Professor X's nose. "You are a liar, Charles. You
took her from me, and then you almost let her die. I should kill you where you sit!" She
screamed. Around her neck, a small neuro scrambler unit blinked its sole, crimson light in
rhythm with the waves of psychic interference it was broadcasting.
Rogue stepped up to her. "Momma, knock it off! How dare you?"
"You're coming with me," Mystique said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Ah'd rather die," she said, slapping the hand away hard enough to break a finger.
Professor X spoke to Mystique harshly. "Do you think your foster daughter so weak that I
could just brainwash her to join me? Do you think her so spineless that I could coerce her
to stay all these years?" Xavier reached up and calmly grabbed the barrel of the energy
pistol and placed it against his forehead. "If you think for one moment that Rogue's choice
to turn off the road that you had set her on, that her love for me and my students, was
FORCED upon her by me
then pull the trigger right now. If you think that the girl you
loved could be corrupted so thoroughly, then kill me."
Mystique squeezed her eyes tight, her teeth bared in a feral grimace. After a few tense
seconds, she pulled the blaster away from Professor X's forehead.
Mystique was quiet for a long moment, and then turned and began to walk away.
Rogue's eyes stormed with fury. She stepped in front of Mystique and stared her in the
eyes. "If Ah ever see you take his form again, Ah'll kill you."
"You needn't worry, Rogue. I just wanted Xavier to see what he had taken from you. But
he's stolen you from me."
"NO!" Rogue snapped darkly. "You pushed me away. You didn't `lose' me. Ah despise you!"
Mystique glowered hatefully and turned to Professor X. "Don't cross my path again,
Charles Xavier. I'll never forgive you for the betrayal of my daughter." She left the grounds,
disappearing into the woods.
The X-Men gathered around him, checking that he was okay. Xavier merely sat, wishing
that there was anything he could do to reverse what had happened. But it was not meant
to be. He looked at Rogue, who merely stood at the entryway, staring into the trees.
Rogue walked to the doorway of the mansion with her belongings packed in a duffle bag
slung over her left shoulder. Storm appeared at the top of the stairs. "Rogue," she called,
and began down the stairs when she did not respond. "Rogue," she called again, and she
stopped with her hand on the door.
"Ah can't do it, Stormy," she said, her voice almost a whisper.
"That surprises me," Storm said, walking up to her and placing a hand on her shoulder.
"You're not alone, Rogue. You don't have to leave."
"Ah can't be here, `Ro. He's all over de place. Ah got to get gone, clear my head." Rogue
was silent for a long moment, and then looked at Storm. "Ah'm pregnant, Storm."
"Bright Lady," Storm said. "You have to stay."
She shook her head. "Ah got to go."
"I understand," she replied. "But you must also understand that you always have a family
here, Rogue. Remy wouldn't have wanted you to disappear. Promise me you'll return to
Rogue shook her head. "Ah can't make dat promise, `Ro." Her eyes showed a crushing
despair Storm would have never guessed the woman capable of. "Ah have to go. Ah need
to get clear of dis place fo' a while."
She nodded. "Be well, Rogue."
Rogue turned and exited the mansion. She climbed aboard Gambit's motorcycle, started
the engine, and drove to the end of the driveway. Pausing at the gate, she took one final
look back, and then rode into the night.
Moira McTaggart stood next to the readouts of her patient. Two miracles in one day. First
it was Phil Halloran. His Cancer had disappeared as if it never existed, and no one could
explain how. And now, with no possible explanation, Charles Xavier was suddenly able to
walk again. His telepathy had returned. He was in perfect health. It was truly a day for
rejoicing. So why was she so sad?
She recalled a very vivid dream she experienced the night before, one in which her son,
Kevin had returned from the dead to start his life anew. She awoke with tears in her eyes,
the dream so vivid, so real, that she expected to find it had come true. But of course, it
hadn't. Kevin was dead, and nothing would change that.
She looked out at the small chapel that stood by the lake. She could make out the form of
Rogue standing by the graveyard. She had finally returned from her leave of absence, and
was well along in her pregnancy. She was standing over Gambit's grave.
"Poor lass," she said.
She turned back and looked at the photo of Kevin she kept on her desk. She missed him a
lot. She imagined what life would have been like had she been able to help her son. She
imagined having her son there at the mansion, there for her to hold and give a kiss on the
cheek. She smiled a sad smile. The past was the past. She set the photo down and looked
out the window at Breakstone Lake, sighing softly.
Colossus sat in his studio, staring at an empty canvas. The events of the past few days had
taken their toll on all of them, but his heart was heavy for other reasons. Proteus had left
them with the memories of what had transpired, and he reflected on his inability to give
his sister the gift of life once again. He would have traded his life for hers, but it was
Shadowcat's life that was the key to Illyana's return, and neither he nor Illyana herself
would allow her to make such a sacrifice.
But she had offered that sacrifice with no hesitation. It was clear that she still loved him.
But how did he really feel about her? And what about Changeling?
There was a knock at his door.
"Come in," he said without looking back.
"Piotr," Shadowcat's voice made his heart leap in his chest. He rose and turned slowly, and
there she was, standing in his doorway. She walked up to him silently, staring into his
"I thought you were going to go down to the boat house?" he said.
She stopped in front of him. For a brief moment, she merely stood there, with something
akin to sadness in her eyes. Then she kissed him.
At that moment, his feelings were clear. He kissed her back, holding her tightly.
"Wait," he said finally, pushing her back gently. "Katya," he stammered, "there is
something I must tell you. Changeling and I
involved. I care very deeply about
her. She deserves to know the truth."
"Yes," she replied, and suddenly her form rippled. Her features melted and reformed
themselves into a very familiar face.
"Andrea! I don't understand
"But I do, Pete. I understand. I knew it from the very moment she returned to the school. I
just wanted to feel what it felt like for someone to love you that fiercely."
Colossus stared at the young girl, reminded of Shadowcat all those years ago when he told
her about Zsaji. "I did not want to hurt you, Andrea."
"I know, Pete. You're the gentlest person I have ever met. I'm not going to lie to you; it
does hurt a little. But it would hurt more if you had just kissed me and not stopped." She
looked out the window at the setting sun. "I want you to know that I will always care very
deeply about you too. But I understand." She smiled. "What we had was fun, Pete. But I
won't stand in your way."
"Thank you, Andrea," he said.
She smiled. "Go get her, big guy. She really does love you, y'know." She turned and walked
to the door, stopping briefly to look back at him. She saw a concerned look on his face,
and she shook her head. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Good night, Pete."
"Good night, Andrea."
She closed the door, and Colossus looked back at the empty canvas. After a few moments,
he rose and grabbed his jacket. Shadowcat would still be at the boathouse, watching the
sun disappear. He thought of sitting with her, and it made him smile. He closed his door
and strode purposefully down the hall.
Unseen around the corner, Changeling stood in the fading light of the sun, staring out the
window. A single tear traced down her cheek as she watched him trot towards the
"Cacogastric Coryza, eh Remy?"Rogue sighed. "Stomach ache and a cough. You always
were a slick one, mah love. Ah know what you did, you did for us, Remy, for me an' de
baby. Ah wish to God dere was a way we could've all been together. Proteus tol' us we'd
be de only ones who remembered what really happened, but Ah'm gonna make sure dat
no one forgets dat you died savin' de lives of de two people you care for de most. Your lil'
one is gon' know what a hero his father was."
She sighed. "Ah feel you in my head, Remy. Ah got you an' Carol Danvers an' Static all
sittin' up dere, whisp'rin' to me. So long as you're in dere, you'll never be dead. You, and
any other mutant dat Ah can save, Ah'm gonna make sure dat dey have de option to live
on in mah head."
Behind Rogue, in the trees lining the graveyard, a silent figure stood in the shadows. Her
indigo skin allowed her to practically disappear, with only her red eyes and the white
streak in her hair visible to anyone looking carefully. Her hands rested on her arms, clad in
her old green body suit, as she watched Rogue turn back to the mansion.
"It's just how I remember it, Remy," Amalgam said, as she smiled. "There have been
dozens of mutants I've absorbed since, but you becoming a part of me
started me on the path I walk today, as a living memorial to the dead. A way for their
voices to be heard. Now I know what drew me back to the past." (3) She smiled as she
turned back to the darkness of the woods. "Let's go home," she said, and shimmered
briefly before disappearing.
1. As seen in X-Factor Annual #6, the culmination of the "Kings of Pain" storyline.
2. In AMU's Uncanny X-Men #383.
3. You've seen her around, most notably in Uncanny X-Men Annual #16. Now you know
who she is!
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