The next day I was slightly disoriented I have to admit. I wondered into the wrong class about three times and kept bumping into people. I seriously didn't know what I was doing half the time or where my feet were taking me. During lunch I didn't go down to the kitchen to be pounded b y questions, instead I went directly to my room to get some sleep.

In my room I closed the curtains, locked the door and curled into fetal position underneath my covers. My body was freezing cold and I wondered if it was just me and my paranoia of the school being attacked.

Alison?

I jumped and then I recognized the voice of who was talking.

Professor?

Would you come into my office please?

I got up from my bed and I went the door then stopped myself from going any further. What did the professor talk about? Did he know about the dreams? Did he know that I was practically receiving battle plans? Or did Bobby tell him about what I said last night? I sighed and shook my head, the professor would know what to do he always does.

Upstairs in the professors classroom, he offered me to sit and I did.

"It seems that you are uncomfortable about something Alison," he said, "Is there a problem?"

I looked at the ground, was there a problem? Of course! The school is going to be under attack by a hoard of angry humans and the Flight is planning on kidnaping me for their own plans against the humans.

"Alison?"

"Hmm?"

"Is there a problem?"

I blinked a couple of times and then I nodded. The professor looked like he knew it all along and then he leaned back into his wheelchair.

"I have been having these...dreams or something," I said, truthfully I didn't know what I was getting. Messages, omens? "The first one was about the Flight and their plans it actually wasn't really a dream, more like my powers doing it on its own. Like...allowing me to hear this conversation."

The professor nodded as if he too experienced the same thing.

"What plans?"

"They said something about wanting a powerful telekinesis mutant for something. I wasn't sure on what they had built or whatever."

The professor nodded and said, "Yesterday I saw Pyro chasing a boy going by the name Tank halfway down the street."

My heart fluttered and I could actually see Pyro chasing Tank, cursing his lungs at him and throwing fireballs at him.

"You said there was another dream?" Xavier asked.

"Yeah," I said then went into a low whisper, "This one was about my father though."

The professor's face turned grave and I knew that he didn't like the sound of my father.

"I have had two dreams about him sir," I said, "One was him at the hospital when he leaned about my mothers death at first. This one, the seconds one, was him and a couple friends...plotting."

"Against you?"

"Against the school in general sir."

Xavier took in a shaky breath and then opened a drawer.

"I didn't want you to see this Alison," Xavier said quietly, "But I think now is a good time for you to know."

He took out a few papers and I realized that they were from a month ago each of them. One was from after the accident showing our demolished Chrysler still squished underneath a large truck. Another was when I escaped from the hospital and attacked the two cops. And the last one was from exactly a month ago.

"Read them carefully Alison."

I picked up the one from the very day after the accident that had made the front page. Just looking at out car underneath the truck brought back terrible memories. CAR CRASH ENDS LIFE OF WOMAN

That night when the accident happened is when I had informed my parents of my mutant abilities. My father was absolutely furious and with my mother being religious she was even more angry. She demanded I go into the car for she wanted to talk to me. Halfway down the road she let lose and the people in the cars beside us gave me suspicious looks especially when she got to me being a mutant. Both of us were shouting so much at each other, we didn't see or hear the truck coming at us at 70 kph. I was the first one who saw it and manipulated the car to swerve to avoid collision. My sudden action took my mother by surprise and I was starting to get the car into an easy cruise when my mother absolutely freaked and jerked hard to the left. I could see the bright headlights of a large Ram truck collide with ours and we flipped.

I pushed the article away and looked at the second one which was a grainy cell phone picture of me attacking the two police officers with my earth bending skills. PSYCHOTIC MUTANT ATTACKS POLICE OFFICERS.

It was a short article of my basic information and that the people to be careful when approaching me in public and to call the police. I looked at the last one and I was shocked by the title: FROM VICTIM TO ACCUSED, ALISON HORN ACCUSED OF MURDERING MOTHER. The article went like this:

From being the victim, to being the murderer. 17 year old Alison Horn is accused of murdering her mother on the night of her crash. The crash happened on June 19th when a Ram truck crushed the Horn's Chrysler when both tailgates collided and both vehicles flipped.

The witnesses say to have heard a heated argument and that they were able to catch some words such as mutant. Her father had told police that Alison was prone to violent tantrums which usually lead to hospitalization of either parent or Alison herself. Mutant Affairs, Hank McCoy, said "that the girl is innocent and that no side can tell what truly happened." Police may say that this is true but the girl had escaped from the hospital after receiving a robotic arm as she had lost her's to the crash.

Alison Elizabeth Horn is a mutant and has the power of telepathy and telekinesis. Police are advising that people keep a close look out for this girl as she is a danger to the public.

I wanted to burn down the paper plant who came up with this bullshit. I threw the paper on the desk and then leaned back into the chair which was the only thing that was holding me upright. I felt like I was going to throw up, that I was going to die, which is what I wanted to crawl into a small hole and just die. Now the people of Washington knew my powers, no wonder why Greg was so sure of me. He and the other Flight members obviously saw the article and got excited as they saw that the paper had placed down my powers.

"Alison," Xavier said gently.

I looked at him, my eyes stung as tears brimmed and threatened to fall.

"Take the rest of the day off."

Those were the exact words I wanted to hear. I got up and walked out of the room. Once the door was shut, I ran down the hallway to the steps and pushed my way through the people.

"Alison?" Pyro.

Against my better judgement I kept running, I could hear Pyro's footsteps follow mine. I picked up speed and ran into my room and locked the door.

"Alison!" Pyro shouted, he knocked on the door, "Alison are you alight?"

I wanted him to go away for everyone to just go away. I closed my eyes and tried in desperation to block out the knocks and the cries of Pyro.