Author's Note: A random shout out to all of my Australian mates out there! Review if you're Australian or have been to Australia.

Night eventually came and the sun set into the soil. The stars came out as blackness engulfed the sky. I was till lying on my bed, thinking of what to do when the door opened and Warren came in with a tray of food.

"Warren!" I said. "What are you doing here?"

He sat the food down on the nightstand and lay next to me. "You weren't at dinner today. Logan told us what happened and… I was worried." He said. I pondered the statement for a while. He cared about me. The feeling that built in my stomach when he was around me was new to me, but I enjoyed it nevertheless. His face was so close to mine. Blood rushed to my cheeks and they turned a soft red.

Warren seemed to realize how close we were and he pulled away. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't be here, anyway. It's after hours."

"I like it when you break the rules for me." I said. A thought occurred to me and I nervously began to play with my fingers. I laughed nervously.

"What?" Warren asked.

I shook my head and blushed even redder. "No, it's nothing."

Warren pushed my chin up so he could see into my eyes. I finally looked at him. "Please, tell me."

"Can… could I see them, you wings?" I said.

He was baffled. "Um, er…wow."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked, really."

"No, it's not that." He quickly stated. "I'm just not used to people asking." He grinned and, in turn, made me smile. Warren could make anyone smile. "Ok, but close your eyes first." He said.

The bed sunk and then rose quickly. I heard the rustle of clothing and the unclasping of buckles that kept Warren's wings in place upon his back. I could feel the bed shift again as he laid back down.

My eyes opened slowly to see him facing me, his eyes concentrating on my reaction. Even on his side without the harness, the wings were clutched to his back. His body was perfectly curved and his exposed chest was lined with muscle. Warren wasn't built like Wolverine, but he wasn't scrawny either. I adjusted my eyes to his face and I could tell his eyes hadn't left my face.

My hands reached out to touch the feathers. They were soft and sleek like down. They were angel wings. "Gorgeous." I muttered

"My father didn't think so…" He said. I looked at him with concern.

"I was younger when I discovered them. I tried to get rid of them, but everything I tried failed. I was forced to hide them. We couldn't have the owner of Worthington Industries have a freak as a kid could we? My father got it into his head that the wings had to be destroyed. He wanted me to take some faulty cure. That's when I fled here."

"So Xavier's was a safe haven for you?" I said.

"Of sorts. People outside are still wary of the students that go here. That's why I wear the coat."

Warren and I talked through the night. The clock reached midnight. The food was eaten and thrown away. The covers on my bed were pulled back. I didn't mind when he crawled in bed with me. It seemed natural somehow.

At last I finally told him about my past. "It was horrible in the lab. They kept doing things to see how much pain I could shield with my mutation. They stuck pins and needles in me and cut my skin. Once, they even had the nerve to cut off my thumb." I explained. Tears gathered in my eyes. "Oh, god Warren. It hurt so much…"

He wrapped his arms around me as I cried against his bare chest. I sobbed until I had no more tears to give. He comforted me until I fell asleep in his arms.

Cages and Cells lined the right wall like a prison. Cold metal surgical tables crowded the middle of the lab. Papers were thrown about everywhere. The dim lights above flickered on and off.

"Hello?" I said as I cautiously walked over to a cell. Sitting on a cot was a hidden figure. It had ragged messy fur and a crumpled blue tail "Kurt! Oh my god, what happened?" I exclaimed.

Kurt turned so I could see his face. His face was bruised and cut up. His eyes were sad and hopeless and it lacked its usual joyous expression. The horror shocked me, forcing me to stumble back and I tripped over another body. I knelt to the ground and touched it softly. The skin was cold and lifeless.

The corpse was muscular and had ruffled brown hair. Around its neck was a pair of dog tags. "No…" I gasped. A tear fell from my eye. I turned the head towards me to reveal Logan's face. His eyes were still open in cold revulsion.

"Not!" I sobbed. "Not you, Logan. How could they?"

A crash suddenly came from behind me. Two guards were gripping Warren by the arms and pushing him in. He was struggling and cursing. His white shirt was torn, revealing his damaged feathers.

"Let me go!" He yelled. He kicked over a surgical table, but the guard's grip never faltered. I tried to run towards him, but my feet couldn't move. A hand grasped my shoulder and I turned to see who it was. Deadpool was there with a wolfish smile on his face, like a predator. My mind raced to take control over his spinal cord, but something blocked it. I tried again, but nothing happened. A long adamantium bar slid from Deadpool's knuckles. I was frozen helpless in front of him.

"Maggie? Maggie!" Warren called and he fought the guards more viciously at my name. "Let her go! Run, Maggie! Run!"

I tried to obey his orders but I still couldn't move. Deadpool had entered my mind and siezed control over it. He thrusted the bar into my gut. Blood gushed out and pain overcame my body. Warren yelled from behind me. "No! Maggie!"

"Warren." I mumbled as I crashed to the ground, defeated.

"Maggie!"

Author's Note: So there the chapter is. It appealed to my scary side. Review to tell me what you think.