"Large crowd tonight." Kiden looked around the door.

"Well, they like it when freaks take off their clothes and screw em'." Kat said sharply.

"We're not freaks." Laura came out of a room, followed by a man who went into another room. "We're different."

"Whatever. You know, ever since we turned 17, our lives have gone down hill." Kiden said glumly, as she sat by her friends.

"Well, we're still together, that's what matters."

"Kat's right, Kiden."

"I know. But being a mutant prostitute is bad enough, let alone for a group of guys who expect you to do something extra-ordinary." They all sighed. Laura thought for a moment.

"We don't have to stay here." Kat and Kiden looked up at her. "We could, get rid of Zebra Daddy, that way, everyone in his employment could go free."

"When you say get rid of, do you mean kill?"

"It is the only way we will ever be free of him." She looked sadly at the floor and remembered what her mum had said.

"We will have a life where you don't have to kill to survive."

"Then let's kill the sucker." Kiden stood up too. Kat contemplated this for a moment, then she stood.

"Let's be free." Their choice was made.

Sirens were wailing.

"Oh god, they found us!" Kat was in a animal form and quickly licked the dried blood off her clothes. She changed back to normal.

"No, they just found his body." Laura was used to this.

"OK, so now, we run." The three girls ran away from the police cars. They were careful not to run when people were around, but otherwise, they sprinted.

The Professor sat at cerebro.

"You wanted to see me?" Logan walked in.

"Yes. I have found three young mutants who appear to be on the run. I want you to go and get them with Storm, Emma and Scott."

"I don't think that's a good idea, let them go, they're better at that stuff then I am." He turned to walk away.

"Logan." Charles turned his wheelchair around and made his way over to Logan. "I need to show you something." He placed his hands on the side of Logan's head. Images went rushing through his mind. Pictures of him before he lost his memory, pictures of him with a woman, him with a child. Then, different ones came through. They were no longer his, but that of his child's, of all the pain and suffering she went through, of all the missions and torture after, of all the training, all of the death. It showed her and her friends as prostitutes and how they had escaped. He removed his hands.

"It appears, Logan, you are not as alone as you think." He turned and ran out of the room.