I walked out of the house with abrasions on my arm. I hit too many sharp corners thrashing two people to their demise. I walked down their large narrow pathway to my car. I got in and flared up the engine. Boy did that noise sound good, almost as good as the cracking of that mans neck. Wait, what was I thinking? Something was wrong with me. It is not like me to do this. My heart had turned from shining purple to darkened black. I looked at the other houses for a moment and thought, then I realized how much noise I had made. People all over the place were probably phoning the police. I stepped on the pedal and rushed out of the dead end street. I was already too late.

Police cars came streaming down the road with their lights flashing.

"Stop your vehicle and get out of the car," the booming voice over the speaker sounded. I stopped the car. Cops stepped from their automobiles and loaded their guns. I heard the clicking of their pistols clicking away. They aimed it toward my blue Mustang and started to talk. "We don't want any trouble, just step out of the car," the same voice from the loudspeaker assured me.

I growled at them and stepped on the pedal. The car fired away as the wheels spun to kill three cops. I crashed into the car and kept going. The cops flared their pistols and shot the back of my car. I had no idea where to go, I just knew it was anywhere but here. I drove way pass the speed limit and made it to the highway. I'm sure they were trailing me so I found some tape in the dash. I taped down the pedal and jumped from the car. The highway was strait so if the car didn't hit any other cars, the cops would be chasing a ghost vehicle. I rolled down the hill and hit a tree. I heard my back crack against it.

I rolled over and stood up. I leaned back and cracked my back. Ow, that hurt a lot. Where was I going to go? What was I going to eat? The X-Men surely would punish me and perhaps hand me in if they found out what I did, I was all alone. I looked out into the gazing stars and peered into the dark forest. Was this my life? Was I destined to become the mystical big foot? Who the hell knows? All I knew was I was going to survive, and beat the crap out of anyone who stood in my way. What was I thinking? This isn't Hank McCoy talking, this is something the Wolverine would say. My whole life flipped in front of my very eyes.

I started to walk into the darkness of the forest, unknowing of what was to come. Little did I know this was going to be the greatest battle I would ever have to face, beast between man, man between beast.

I walked through the forest, looking for a good place to set camp. I saw a nice big tree and decided to sleep their for the night. I climbed up the branch and lied on the biggest branch. I struggled to sleep and felt life go through me again. I had a dream.

I walked through the city, horns honked and people yelled. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were skin, not blue fur, but pinkish skin. I was a normal human being. I had no fear of anybody brushing up against me and feeling my bushy hide, because I was human. Finally, human. I looked at the road and saw a café.

I use to go to that café all the time. I found it about two years ago and during that year, that café was my home. I had tons of friends their, hey, maybe they are there! I crossed the street and ran into the café.

Jean Grey's POV: I walked down the hall of the institute after a nice work out in the danger room. I kept my mind open, embracing the thoughts that entered my head.

"Damn! I really got to take a shower, hope Jean doesn't catch a whiff!" Bobby Drake, aka Iceman, thought. She giggled and walked on.

"Jean, just who ah need to see right now," Rouge though running toward Jean. "Hey suga, I got a question," she gasped.

"No, I haven't seen Hank, he hasn't been back? Oh no, I hope he didn't do what you think he did!" I fumed.

"I hate it when you do that, but yeah, that is what I think. He looked kind off peeved and I accidentally brushed him walking out and I got this furious thought. Tune in on the cop radio."

I ran to the radio and turned it on with my telekinesis. "We have a hot pursuit on highway five. A maniac mutant slaughtered two people. We have reason to believe it is doctor Hank McCoy," the radio quacked. Hank couldn't do something like that, it just wasn't him. Phoenix feared this her whole life. When doing a routine walk through the hall way she sensed something odd about Hank. She delved further and found pent up rage just waiting to burst like a volcano. She brushed it aside thinking Hank would keep that under control but something set it off and she feared since the professor was gone, she was the only one who could deal with it. She was right.