Okay thanks to all who reviewed…last time I check ::squeal:: 39

Okay thanks to all who reviewed…last time I check ::squeal:: 39!!!! Almost 40!!!! Joy, rapture!!!! Thank you soooooo much! You've all been sooooo supportive and it has been just great! I didn't know if I could actually cut it as a writer, but I guess I have some, be it slight, talent…(if I'm wrong, please correct me lol) Thank you so much!! I'm soooooo happy, but you couldn't tell that, now could ya?

Discaimer: I don't ow- wait a minute, I'm sick of these…no more! You all know I don't own these!! Lol

"Charles!!!!" Storm rushed over to his limp body and checked his vitals. Thank God he was alive. He wasn't conscious, but he was alive.

Ororo carefully turned him over into a less damaging position and checked to see if he was injured. After a careful inspection, she determined that he did not suffer any injuries, save an almost surgical cut, identical to hers, on his hand.

The others had heard the commotion and were coming to. Scott was even stirring, despite his extensive injuries. The glanced around, and seeing it was not a horrible nightmare, but reality, they each slowly got up and walked over to Ororo. When the took notice of who she was kneeling next to, they instantly dropped down next to her.

"Oh my God! Professor!" Kitty looked horrified, seeing the Professor so helpless was not something anyone was used to. Though was confined to a wheelchair, he had never seemed disabled, but always invincible. The realization that he was mortal was a hard one to swallow.

"Is he alright?" Scott asked what everyone was thinking, but dared not to ask, for fear of the answer. He tried to get up and go to the Professor, but couldn't.

"Scott, don't." Ororo gently chided Scott for straining himself. "The Professor will be alright. It does not appear that he has been injured."

Kitty looked at the Professor's hand, "Storm…He's got it too." Kitty's wide eyes peered fearfully up at Ororo, looking for the explanation, which could not be given.

"Yes, I know," Ororo replied, unconsciously glancing at the identical wounds on the other's hands.

Rogue noticed Ororo's eyes flicker to her hand and looked down. She noticed the incision and was completely confused.

"Wha' is this?!" Rogue looked at the other's hands. She noticed they all had the same cuts. "What did they do to us?!"

Storm watched as the others inspected their hands and she wished she knew the reason, "I don't know," she replied weakly.

Jean got up and walked over to the wall of glass. "Is there any way out?" though she doubted there was.

"No I looked…and I can't phase through it…tried that," Kitty rubbed her forehead in remembrance.

"Do we know where "it" is?" Scott asked from his position on the floor.

"No, as far as we can tell, it's a warehouse of some sorts," Storm really didn't have any information to share.

"Do ya have any idea 'bout how were gonna get out?" Rogue asked, not speaking to anyone in particular.

"Dude, nobody knows where we went! How is anyone gonna find us? And who would find us?" Spike asked in frustration.

"He's right, Kurt is the only one, if he's not captured, and even if he wasn't, he's sick and has no clue where we might be." Scott's point was not a very happy one.

"There is still Logan." The Professor had come to and reminded everyone of Wolverine.

"Professor, are you alright?" Jean asked, concerned.

"Yes Jean, but we have other, more pressing issues. I know what this warehouse is for. It is-" He was interrupted by the door, the one observed by Kitty when she first awoke, opened, revealing two figures. One figure stepped into the small bit of light in front of cubical. Mystique.

"Charles, let me assist in the explanation. You have all been brought here for the realization of a cause, much greater than your own foolish dream for a peaceful coexistence between humans and mutants. You will be pleased to know that you are the main instruments in this plan's coming to pass, you should be honored. I am sure that you are aware of the incision on your hands. We have extracted a small amount of DNA from each of you. Using it, we have formed reconnaissance DNA, the genetic plan for a new mutant race. A mutant race, which possesses the abilities…of all of you. Of course, it lacks the less desirable of your traits, free will, desire for unachievable dreams, ect. The mutant that brought you here was the first attempt at this remarkable advancement. I, myself contributed to this first creation, as did nearly all the Brotherhood." Mystique held out her hand to show the incision. "As you may now guess, this is a DNA lab, dedicated to the advancement of the mutant race…Would you like to meet our miracle? Come!" The last sentence was directed at the figure, which had remained in the shadows during Mystique's revelation. When it stepped into the light, all the X-Men were thinking the same thing…not the prettiest thing in town.

Its skin was blue, stood about 7 feet tall, it had the build of Sabertooth, the posture of Toad, and the speed of Pietro, for it traveled the 20 feet in 2 seconds. There was no telling what other powers this "mutant" possessed that it was not displaying. Its stature alone was enough to creep out anyone, for the traits were obviously not meant to be combined.

"Oh my God…" Kitty muttered.

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