Okay, this is my second story, and it is about the LXG, and Pheonix. I only own Pheonix, not the LXG, no matter how awesome that would be. I have really only a vauge idea of where this will be going, and I am apoligizing in advance for late updates. Other than that, enjoy. :)

I was staring out of my window, again, out into the same gray, wet cobblestone as yesterday. It seemed that nothing ever changed around here. The weather was always the same, I always stared out this window, at this time every day. But tomorrow something would change.

My long lost aunt was coming to visit me, (or break me out, I honestly wasn't sure which,) Madame Whilhemina Harker, wife of the late Jonathan Harker, and sister to my mother. I had never met her, and I only now knew of her existence, because I got ahold of word of her impending arrival. For nineteen years, I had been stuck in this sewer of an asylum like a lab rat. Just because I was mysteriously born with wings, and the ability to control the elements, due to a genetic experiment carried out by my late mother and some scientists, didn't mean I had to be locked away. Did it?

My boots squished in the puddles that were so common in London. Turning my head over my shoulder, I watched the gleaming nautilus sink beneath the waves as the members of the League drifted away in different directions. My sharp eyes caught sight of a floating duster coat and fedora floating away with its back to me, as well as two very distinct faces. I did not miss the fervent looks shot at me by Sawyer and Mr. Jekyll as they walked off, two suitcases between them, in different directions.

Sighing I continued on my way. I tried my best to ignore their affections for me, but it's hard when you are living on a boat with them for more than a while. Just the break I needed was decided at the majority rules meeting the League had about a well-deserved vacation for every member. The only person who was the not-so-silent minority was Nemo, for he didn't have any desire to leave his "lady" alone in the open waters without him. His distaste for the British people probably was not a motivation for leaving either.

I had received some days earlier a report that my late sister, had a child who was in need of both a guardian, and "counseling." Whatever they meant by that I could only guess. The only other thing it mentioned was that the position was open to me should I wish to take it. Intrigued, I intended to explore this matter further, which lead me here, flitting down the streets of London, to first, a hotel, and then to an asylum, of all places. To keep a child in an asylum must mean something very…different about her, and I knew not what to expect.

Today was the day, the day I could possibly gain my freedom, but it still had to begin. As usual I was awoken at the brink of dawn, by a clatter and a shout of "Get up you scum, or else I'll have to make you get up!" Such a pleasant greeting, I know.

Then we were marched in a small, dimly lit room as morning calisthenics. As you looked through the lines of strange, and sometimes outright creepy faces in these lines, most all of them bore the same expressions, ranging from exhaustion, to being mildly disgruntled, to outright rage. All of them bearing the same theme of discontent. All, except for mine. I was used to sticking out like a sore thumb, even in this crazy bunch, but my slight grin was a dead give-away.

I got stares, glares and even a growl once, but none of them put out my awkwardly sunny mood. The gray mush resembling brains that was my every meal, was dumped in a bowl, and pushed-a little more forcefully than necessary- through the slot at the bottom of my steel door. Leaving it to sit and become even mushier, (though I wasn't sure that was possible) I longingly stared through the barred window at eye level with the cobblestone at the front of my prison, to await my possible big break.

I hope that this isn't going to weird, to suddenly, but if it is, oh well. Please, take the time to comment, it means the world to many authors, me included.