Tubes and machines were connected to me, the buzzing and beeping becoming signs of my imprisonment. They were testing me. They had been testing me for thirteen years.

I live in a world were mutants crawled the streets, unknowingly by the people around them. Evolution, they say, gave them certain gifts or extra abilities. Most of these people used these powers for good, others for bad. Certain people just wanted to cut these mutants open, not caring that they were once human, too. Those people found me. My name is Maggie Night. I am a mutant.

I was strapped to a metal table, the doctors, surgeons, and scientists around me all speaking in other languages, mostly German. I had spent enough time listening to them and enough time in the lab's library that I new perfectly well what they were saying. A woman lifted my white shirt sleeve and injected me with an unknown liquid. My senses were instantly dulled.

Scientists worked over me, probing and prodding me with needles. "Lower her." a man barked in the distance. The metal table that I was strapped to sunk into a tank full of liquid, my long brown hair now floating above me. My red pajama bottoms grew heavy as the water soaked them. My oxygen levels were cut off and I struggled against the chains. Finally, my body slowed down and sank to the verge of unconsciousness. I heard a faint whisper in the darkness that was soon overcoming me. "Erase her memory"

Suddenly, life surged through me, awaking every one of my senses. My eyes shot open, strength and adrenaline fueling me. I roared with fury. I pulled at my chains at they crumbled from my arms. My adamantium claws slid from my knuckles and I quickly cut through the steel chains. "Tranquilize her! Now! "A doctor ordered in the distance. I sliced through the air, carving flesh from bones. In about thirty seconds, everyone in the lab was dead. Blood dripped from my claws. I wasn't their experiment anymore.

I wasn't a bad person, but I wanted to be free. I didn't want to be tortured every day for the rest of my life by seeing how much pain I could handle. The surgeons and scientists got in my way of that dream so I got rid of the obstacle. If that made me an evil person than, so be it.

I looked around; machines and data crowded the walls. I ran my claws through the metal easily destroying any evidence I was there. I didn't want to be followed. Alarms sounded through the building. I ran through the sequence in my mind seeing if I let anyone one escape. Two surgeons, a doctor and three scientists all lay dead on the floor, same as the number I counted before I attacked. What went wrong?

I shook the thoughts from my head and flexed my hands, retracting the claws back into my body. I hurried down the hallway and pressed myself against a corner. A few guards ran past my hiding spot, not noticing me. I darted forward, but heard a rumble from behind me. I turned around to see an African woman, a man with red shades, and a red headed woman. My eyes widened as I ran around the corner. "Wait!" the man said as he ran towards me, "We're not who you think we are!" I stopped in my tracks and withdrew my claws. The group stared at them in shock.

The African woman stepped forward, "We're here to help you."

I snarled at them, "Leave me alone!"

I charged and jumped over them at the last second. I landed a few feet away, capped my claws, and began running. I slammed into two doors at the end of the hallway and light washed over me as I ran outside into the snow.

I ran as fast as I could, like my life depended on it. It probably did. I finally looked behind me and saw the three losing the trail behind me. Suddenly, all of my running momentum came to a complete stop when I ran into a man holding a cigar and wearing dog tags. I held my head in pain. What was this guy made of ... metal? I staggered through the snow and collapsed to the ground. The last thing I saw was a bald man in a wheelchair approaching me, before I lost consciousness.

Out of the shadows, I felt someone pull at my dog tags that were around my neck. I kept my eyes closed as I continued to fake unconsciousness. I concentrated as my mind entered the woman's body. I could sense her spinal cord and everything it controlled. I willed the nerves this way and that, and eventually, stopped them completely.

Her vision was soon temporary impaired. She couldn't see a thing. I quickly got off the table and exited the room. I looked down at my hands and saw them shaking. I seldom ever controlled another being's nerves. It was too much power. One wrong move and I could paralyze a person completely.

I exited the lab and entered a clean white hallway. I raced down the hall, anxious for a chance to escape. …What are you doing? I froze as the voice entered my head. This way… I looked around for the person trying to help me. Nobody was there and I pressed myself into a corner.

An elevator opened beside me and I stared at in wonder. I walked into it and jumped when it closed and started moving. The elevator opened to another floor, this one much more different than the previous one.

This corridor was furnished with old paintings and antique desks and lamps. It looked like a mansion. What is this place? I passed windows and checked them to see if they opened. All of them were locked. I checked several more doors, eager for a chance to escape.

I heard several people coming down the hall. I raced to a pair of doors at the end of .the hallway and prayed that it opened. I turned the handle and it opened. I quickly entered the room, just as the people were coming around the corner.

"Hello, Maggie." I jumped at the sound of my voice being called. I turned to see a bald man sitting behind a desk.

"My name is Professor Xavier. We are here to help you."

"Whose we?" I asked. The African woman and the man with red shades walked in. Xavier came from behind the desk. He was in a wheelchair, paralyzed. I should have sensed it before.

"Maggie, this is Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops. This is Ororo, but we call her Storm." He said as he pointed to each of them.

"You still haven't answered my question!" I said. "Who are you and who do you work for?"

Professor Xavier smirked at my remark. "I do not work for any company, but I do run this school. It is a safe haven for gifted youngsters, mutants, like us." …you're not the only one with gifts… The voice again entered my head.

I taunted. "So… this is a school…for mutants… to become what? Superheroes?" I was now laughing at him. This is unbelievable.

Professor X was unamused. "You have two choices. You can either go out into the world as an educated young woman or stay here, to teach other mutants, like Scott and Storm.", He explained, "Those who stay here, the students have nicknamed X-Men."

The door behind me opened and walked in a large muscular man wearing a t-shirt and jeans. It was the man I ran into before.

I shook my head and said, "No, sorry, but you just took me out of a lab to put me back in one!" I turned around and faced Scott, who was blocking my way out. I glared at him with vicious eyes. Why won't these X-Men leave me alone? "Don't make me hurt you."

The Professor spoke from behind me. "What's it like, living in a cell for your entire life, hmm? I believe you know of the mutant that goes by the name of Dead pool?" I tensed at the name and water fogged up my eyes, but the old man continued. "Stryker sent him after you, didn't he? You know what will happen if you leave now, unskilled and unprepared." I would be dead in less than twenty-four hours… finished the sentence for him.

I put my brave face on and turned to face the professor. I yanked the dog tags from around my neck and showed them to him. "That's not possible!" I yelled. "This man killed him fifteen years ago!"

The professor glanced at the dog tags and settled his eyes on the man that came in. "Logan, I believe you and this girl have much more in common than I realize."