"Okay," she whispered. "But I warn you. When I'm scared, I disappear."
Makenzie—Kenzie to her mom—was sitting in the back of a third-grade classroom, coloring outside the lines of a mermaid. The teacher, Mrs. Hall, was calling on students to read aloud. Kenzie knew the words. She always knew the words. But when she raised her hand—small, tentative—Mrs. Hall’s gaze slid right over her.
Jean nodded slowly. "Because no one will ever see her coming." End of piece. makenzie vega x men
Professor Charles Xavier found her in a Greyhound bus station in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She was eating a cold hot dog, her brown hair falling over a face that was pretty in an unmemorable way. He wheeled up to her bench and said, "You're very hard to find, Makenzie."
It powered down. Confused.
By the time she was fourteen, Kenzie had learned to control it. She called it the Vega Veil . When she activated it, she didn't turn invisible. It was better than that. People simply… forgot she existed. Their brains edited her out. Security cameras would glitch, showing only an empty hallway. Voices would drop mid-conversation when she entered a room, not out of malice, but because the room’s occupants suddenly had no memory of why they were speaking.
Her mutation manifested fully the night her foster father raised his belt. Kenzie didn't scream. She didn't run. She just looked at him—and then his eyes went glassy. He lowered his arm, turned around, and walked into the kitchen to make a sandwich. He never remembered her again. The social workers didn't either, when they came for the monthly check-in. They saw an empty bed, clean sheets, and wrote "Runaway" on the form. "Okay," she whispered
The Sentinels stood still, waiting for a target that had never been there.