Xander hissed as the pain slowly forced the last shreds of the blissful fog away leaving him to hurt again.
Inhaling through his nose he cataloged all the different smells that assaulted him. Metal, plastic, disinfectant and the smell of old blood and chemicals mingled together to form the image of a medical lab.
He was just wondering how strong the restraints that held him were when a hiss signaled the entrance of new smells. Blood, cigar smoke, whiskey and something… wild.
Snapping his eyes open Xander looked in the direction of the hiss and snarled.
--
"So if this 'Trinium' is so strong why didn't they use it on Logan?" Scott asked as he looked at the three dimensional scan of the young man down the hall.
"Probably because they didn't have enough." Hank McCoy said with a nod towards the image of Logan's bones and then the young man's. "Where Logan's Adamantium coating used twelve percent of the U.S.' surplus I estimate this young man's bone 'weave' used almost eighty percent of the world's TOTAL supply of Trinium… I don't know how they managed to get a hold of all of it for this project, but it's an amazing feat." Hank said as he studied the pages of printout he held before looking back up. "Reading over Doctor Rosenberg's notes I'm inclined to believe they intended him to be an Anti-Mutant assassin, Defenses against Magnetic and Psychic attacks in particular." He said with a pointed look at Professor Xavier.
"Will we be able to…" Professor Xavier's question was interrupted as an eight hundred pound growling projectile crashed through the briefing room door followed by a one hundred and eighty pound snarling torpedo.
--
Xander slammed into the growling form as he felt three sharp pains on the palm of his hand and a slightly stronger pain from his wrist before his hand impacted the target ripping huge gashes in its flesh.
His claws nearly had the targets throat when he was picked up and slammed into the wall by a brilliant red beam of light.
Snarling in rage he rolled from the impact and faced the new targets.
Six new targets where moving to stand next to his primary target as another retreated in a wheeled vehicle of some sort.
Dropping him from the threat status he did a quick view of his new targets.
Besides the wild one there was a tall male in glasses, a Female with red hair, a male with blue fur covering his entire body, a dark female with white hair, a tall male that was just shifting his skin to some type of metal and a short male that was turning into some type of moving ice.
They were trying to say something, he realized as he felt a tingle in the back of his mind. Shaking his head to rid himself of the feeling he snarled at the redhead that was trying to get in his brain. With a roar Xander lunged for the redhead, wanting only to get his claws on her long enough to make her stop.
--
Willow Rosenberg stared in shock as her mother explained what she had done to her best friend as if she was talking about an interesting type of beetle she had found.
"Mom, how could you, he was my best friend." She finally managed to get out as Sheila looked at her confused.
"Oh honey." She whispered before touching the dividing glass carefully. "He was only a Mutant."
Willow recoiled from her mother in disgust, the words were said with such absolute conviction that it made everything she had done better. She stared at the woman that had given birth to her before she finally managed to stand and turn towards the exit, then finally found her voice. "And Grandpa was just a Jew." She said before she walked out of the prison.
She didn't want anything more to do with that part of her DNA equation.