Your mutation was a lot different to others, and you knew that. Having your mutation meant that others would stare at you weirdly, or whisper behind your back. You didn't really mind though, you never spoke to anyone...Well, anyone alive that is. Charles had found you using Cerebro, he sent out some of the older mutants to find you. When they found you they just assumed you had schizophrenia, not a mutation.

     But when you got back to the mansion Charles was already waiting for you with two other men beside him. You smiled awkwardly at all three, but two of them glanced at each other, almost confused as to why you smiled at them, while the third raised an eyebrow. Charles and the other two brought you to his office. Charles and Hank began to discuss something at great length with one another, so you spoke to the other.

     "Who-Who are you talking to?" Hank asked as he looked between you and Charles. You raised an eyebrow before pointing to the other man who leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, watching all three of you.

     "There's no one there..." Charles explained slowly, a worried look on his face.

     "To you."

     "I'm sorry?"

     "There's no one there to you because you can't see him."

     "You're going to have to be more specific."

     "I see dead people." Charles and Hank looked at each other, clearly discussing something in their minds while you turned back to the man. "I've always been able to see dead people," you told them and looked back at them as they paused. "I can talk to them, see them, speak to them. Sometimes it's just in my mind when I'm asleep, but I'm able to be in contact with them."

     "Who do you see now?" Hank asked, almost worried for the answer.

     You looked back to the man but he shook his head. You turned back to the others and stood up. "I can't tell you that." The man pointed to the door and you nodded to him. "We have to go now." You walked towards the door with the man and turned your head back. "I'll talk to you later, but right now I have something I need to do." It was almost cryptic to the two of them, they were clearly confused as you left them room.

     The man kept looking back to see if you were following him.

     "I'm still here." You got odd looks from the other mutants as you walked passed, but it didn't affect you, after years of having the same look by so many people it stopped having an effect on you.

     "I know, I just needed to be sure that you could actually see me."

     "I can." You nodded to him.

     "There's someone here that I need you to talk to for me. Can you do that?" He slowed down until he was walking right beside you.

     "Of course, I can." You smiled gently to him, which he returned before guiding you down the unfamiliar hallways.

-

     You stood in one of the hallways, peering into one of the rooms where a group of mutants sat talking. The man was on the other side of the door frame, looking in as well before turning his head to you. "You ready?" He asked. "I understand if you're not, I can always wait." You shook your head.

     "I've been doing this for a while, I just don't know who it is that you want me to talk to."

     "His name is Scott."

     "Scott..." You repeated, he nodded his head and you glanced back into the room, seeing them all looking at you.

     "Can we help you?" A red headed girl asked kindly.

     "Which one of you is Scott?" You glanced back to the man and he nodded to you. You looked back and saw a boy with sunglasses stand up and slowly walk over to you, glancing back to his friends before walking out of the room.

     "I'm Scott...How do you know my name?"

     "I have someone who wants to talk to you, but you won't be able to see him, I'm just relaying a message." You noticed the man walking again and quickly caught up, pulling Scott along with you as you turned into an empty room.

     "Who?"

     "Sit, sit." You pushed him on one of the sofas and saw the man sitting on the coffee table, looking at Scott.

     "Okay?"

     "Tell him it's Alex." The man tells you.

     "He says his name is Alex." Scott sat forwards more, you sat down and looked at Alex who had a smile on his face. Scott looked at you.

     "Where is he?" You looked at Alex before holding your hand out to him. Alex slowly took your hand in his as you grabbed Scott's hand as well. "What are you doing?" He mumbled before looking at the hand in your other hand. He followed the arm up to Alex's body. "How?"

     "When I come in contact with someone the deceased knew, I can get that person to see them as well. So, I'm guessing you two know each other."

     "Hello, little brother," Alex croaked out.

     "Can you bring him back?" Scott turned to you quickly.

     "I've only done it once, but I don't know how I did it," you told him. He frowned and looked back to Alex. "But I can try, I just need to think for a minute." Scott nodded, not looking away from Alex.

     The first and last person you brought back to life was a child who had been hit by a car, their body was already cold and pale. You remember pressing a kiss to their forehead, telling them that they were safe now before they gasped and woke up. It happened far too quickly.

     "Do you know where his body is?"

     Scott shook his head, you looked to Alex who stood up, still holding your hand, he nodded to you. You pulled Scott up and followed Alex somewhere, it was outside, and close to the wood area near the bottom of the school.

     "Why are we going to the woods?" Scott questioned.

     "The blast threw my body away from the school, it's all I remember," Alex replied. All three of you walked in deeper until the light from the sun was blocked by the dense trees. You noticed a lump in the soil and walked forwards, Scott couldn't see Alex anymore as you let go of their hands.

     You walked towards the lump and began to gently move the soil away, Scott walked towards you and began to help with shaky hands. You brushed the soil away more and saw Alex's body, cold and pale, lying there peacefully. You turned back to Alex seeing his with his arms crossed staring at his body.

     "I'm so sorry, Alex," you mumbled, turning to his body to brush his hair from his face.

     "Can you bring him back?" Scott's voice was shaky.

     "I can try," you spoke quietly before leaning forwards, placing a soft kiss on Alex's forehead. You pulled back and turned to Alex. But he wasn't there. You stood up. "Alex?" You called out. "Alex!" You yelled, looking around frantically, no longer able to see his body.

     "Alex?" Scott whispered to the body.

     "I need a drink." Alex coughed.

     "Alex!" You turned back and pulled him into a hug. He laughed quietly and gently hugged you back. You helped him sit up, Scott's bottom lip quivered as he wrapped his arms around his brother. You smiled at the two and stood up. When they pulled away, you both helped Alex stand up. Helping him walk back to the mansion.

     When the three of you made it back everyone froze, staring at the three of you. Charles and Hank made their way to the front of the crowd. You looked towards them and smiled awkwardly.

     "Alex?" Hank asked in shock, not believing his eyes.

     "Hey, bozo." Alex grinned.

     "How..." Charles raised an eyebrow at you as Hank took your place, helping Alex into the mansion more, getting him someplace else with Scott.

     "Um..." You looked at everyone staring at you, not having them look at you like that before.

     "We'll talk in my office." Charles smiled gently, guiding you back to his office.

     When you both arrived, he closed the door and looked at you.

     "I've only done that one other time." You looked to the ground, your arms wrapped around yourself.

     "How?"

     "I just kissed their forehead, I don't know what happened...I don't understand, but it worked before." You heard him clear his throat as your eyes tore away from the ground and looked at Charles, but the throat cleared again. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked to the corner of the room.

     "What is it?"

     "Someone else."

     "Who?"

     "He has wings."

     "Angel..."

     "He looks like one," you mumbled to yourself. The blond-haired boy smirked, he had strange markings on his face. "Is he dead?"

     "I can't see him." Charles looked to where you were looking.

     "Looks like I'm dead then, sweet cheeks." Angel smirked at you, somehow not minding that he was dead.

     "I believe you have the kiss of life," Charles interrupted your stare down with Angel.

     "Pardon?" You glanced back to Angel but he was gone.

     "Your mutation." Charles smiled gently. "Being able to bring someone back from the dead with the kiss of life, it's truly remarkable." You looked to the corner but he still wasn't there. "Has he gone?"

     "Yeah..."

-

     Charles had shown you to your room, it only had one bed, so you wouldn't be sharing. He told you that it would be easier for you and other mutants. Which meant that they didn't want to share a room with a freak and a ghost. But he never said that out loud.

     You sat on the bed, brushing the fabric of the blanket with your hands. You hadn't had a bed in years, your parents kicked you out years ago. The only place you could be was the cemetery, you felt safer around them than anyone who was alive. Before everyone went to bed Scott had knocked on your door to thank you. You didn't know how to respond to him so you just gave him a smile.

     You laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the light from the room came through your window, the blinds still open. The ceiling light cast a small shadow behind it. You let out a sigh before seeing a silhouette of wings on the ceiling. You sat up and looked to the window.

     On the bay window seat, Angel sat down with his hands linked together, his eyes staring at you.

     "Angel?"

     "Warren." You furrowed your eyebrows. "My name is Warren, sweet cheeks." He smirked.

     "What are you doing here?"

     "I heard that you brought someone back to life, I'm going to need you to bring me back as well."

     "Charles told me about you."

     "Oh, did he? And what did he say?"

     "That you were on Apocalypse's side, the side that tried to kill humans. You're one of the bad guys." He rolled his eyes.

     "Actually, I'm one of the dead guys." You sat up more, your feet touching the ground, your eyes never leaving his. "Sorry I had to disappear on you earlier, it's hard to stay in one place at a time while your dead body is miles away." You tilted your head. "I know you wanted to keep looking at me and my sculpted body." He smirked again. You stood up and opened your door.

     "Go away."

     "That's not going to happen."

     "Yes, it is."

     "Why's that, sweet cheeks?"

     "Because I can easily make you disappear forever, and you'll never be able to come back to life."

     He stood up and closed the door quickly.

     "Please don't." He shook his head.

     "Why shouldn't I? I've done that plenty of times."

     "Please..." He whispered quietly, his body almost trapping you against the door. "You might not realise this, but us dead people, we can still feel the pain we felt when we died. I need your help, please. I don't want to be in pain anymore, I've had enough pain in my lifetime," he pleaded.

     You sighed and nodded. Somehow believing everything he just said. He smiled and walked to the window, opening it up. "What are you doing?"

     "Taking you to my body? We don't have time to waste." He held his hand out to you, you looked at him sceptically. "I won't drop you, I promise." You shuffled forwards slowly and took hold of his hand, surprisingly warm for a ghost. He pulled you up on the bay window seat and stood behind you. "Just trust me," he whispered into your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

     You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to see anything.

     "You okay?"

     "Scared."

     "We're still in your room."

     "I know. I just don't do well with heights."

     Warren turned you around, wrapping his arms around you again. "Then hold on tight." You wrapped your arms around his neck, your eyes still shut as you felt his body move forwards. Suddenly your feet weren't on solid ground, you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist just wanting this to be over with already.

-

     "You can let go of me now, we're here." Warren chuckled as you opened your eyes. You let go of him, avoiding eye contact as you looked around. Buildings were crumbled all around, metal objects scattered across the ground. It looked like a war zone.

     Warren took hold of your arm and pulled you with him as he guided you to where his body would be. You watched him as he let go of your arm and moved rubble away. The body on the ground had metal wings, but the Warren standing next to you had white feathered wings.

     "Your wings? What happened to them?"

     "Apocalypse."

     You looked to him then back to his body, you slowly walked forwards, pulling Warrens body up gently, resting him against the broken wall. Warren stared at you as you looked at his body.

     "Aren't you going to do something?"

     "Can you turn around please?"

     "Why?" He obviously didn't know what you had to do to bring him back.

     "Either you turn around or leave, or I'm not bringing you back."

     "It's my body, I have to be here."

     "Well, I don't really want you to see me kiss your body." Warren began laughing, not believing that you had to do that. He told you to do it anyway, still laughing. You huffed and quickly kissed his forehead, you pulled back and looked at his body then back to Warren.

     "Is that the best you can do?" He raised an eyebrow. "Do it again."

     "I don't want you to see me kiss your corpse, that's just weird and otherworldly." Warren rolled his eyes and clicked his fingers at his body. You kissed his forehead again, but nothing happened.

     "I thought you could bring people back?"

     "I've only done it twice, Charles said it's the kiss of life, but maybe it doesn't work for everyone."

     "Wait...The kiss of life?" You looked back at him and nodded. "Then kiss me."

     "I have, twice."

     "On the lips, sweet cheeks."

     "What?"

     "Kiss. Me. On. The. Lips."

     "Wouldn't that be weird?"

     "It's already weird!"

     "But..."

     "Just kiss me already!" You turned back to his body and pushed your lips onto his for a couple of seconds. When you pulled back you could still feel his cold, icy lips on yours. You shuddered slightly and looked back to Warren. But he wasn't there.

     "Warren?" You called out. "Warren! Where are you?" You couldn't really control your ability that well, maybe you messed up, maybe he was gone forever. Your eyes stung as tears begin to collect and fall down your face. "Warren?" You called out weakly.

     Warren opened his eyes and gasped, he called out to you. You turned your head to him and let out a laugh, pulling him into a hug. You gripped his shirt tightly, not wanting it to just be a trick of the mind. He wrapped his arms weakly around you. "We're going to need to work on your kissing." You blushed, thanking the fact that it was dark and he couldn't see your face.

     It wasn't like you've kissed someone before, let alone a dead person.

-

     When you managed to get back to the mansion, you told Warren to wait behind one of the corners as you went to go to talk to Charles.

     "Charles." You smiled gently at him as he turned around.

     "There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere, I believe I found a way for you to bring people back from the dead without kissing them." Your eyes widened, so you didn't need to go through all of that.

     "You couldn't have told me that like four hours ago?"

     Charles looked at you confused. Warren poked his head around the corner, Charles let out a small gasp. The other mutants turned and looked at Warren, almost getting ready to attack him. You let out a growl, feeling your eyes burn as you glared at them. "Your eyes...They're completely black," Charles muttered quietly.

     You couldn't control your body. Your arms lifted up and the floorboards broke apart, groaning and moans filled the corridor as arms broke out from the floor and pulled rotting corpses out of the ground. Multiple dead people surrounded you, glaring at the other mutants and Charles, snapping their rotting teeth at them.

     They formed a wall around you and Warren, stopping any of the other mutants from getting any closer to the two of you. Warren looked at the undead and back to you, he gulped and Charles stared in shock.

     Warren placed an arm on your shoulder, causing your arms to drop, the undead no longer snapping at the other students. Charles told the other students to leave them, that Warren isn't a threat to them. Silently hoping that you'd get the idea. As soon as the others are out of view you clenched your fists and the undead turned into a black fog, seeping into the ground as the floor boards closed up.

     Warren stood behind you. Charles rested his weight on one of the armrests. "How did you bring him back?" You felt your eyes sting once more before you pulled a face.

     "Uh...In a way that no one who wanted to keep their sanity and psychological mind would have."

     "Hey, that's just rude." Warren huffed. Charles grinned at the two of you, trying not to laugh at your disgusted face and Warrens offended one.

     "I don't want to do that again, I never want to kiss a corpse again." You shook your head.

     "I believe I can help you with that, and with controlling your other abilities." Charles nodded before turning around, leaving the two of you in the corridor alone. You turned to Warren, who still looked offended.

     You raised an eyebrow. "What? It's the truth."

     "Well, it's not like I enjoyed watching you kiss my body any more than you did actually kissing it," he grumbled. "I kinda wanted to be alive and actually feel our first kiss." He shoved his hands into his pockets.

     You looked down with a smile. "Technically we haven't actually kissed, you weren't even alive." You glanced up and see him smirking.

     "Oh, yeah," he spoke quietly with a smirk. "I think it's about time we had a real kiss, sweet cheeks." Warren cupped your face, leaning his head down to yours. You gripped the front of his shirt, pressing your lips to his.