Disclaimer; the same as last time.

OK ok, I can't wait for reviews. It's a weakness. Shoot me in the foot, I have done it many times before. Oh well.

Also, inspired by someone else, I have decided the characters shall let you in their heads every once in a while. If you see ten stars you are to be teleported inside one's head, got it? I'll tell you whose head your in. Right ho. I hope you get it, I suck at explaining these things. If you don't, keep reading and you may.

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The Professor, Scott, and Kurt were there immediately. Scott looked at Logan, as if it were his fault. Logan glared at Scott, but they had learned to not fight in front of the Professor.

"What's going on?" Scott asked stiffly. They all had heard of the new girl and her running from Logan and Storm, but besides that nothing was known about her.

"The girl has locked herself in Sereebo." Storm said. They all looked at the door.

"I thought only the professor could get in." Kurt said, looking confused. The professor closed his eyes and answered Kurt himself.

"As I have told you, Sereebo is protected by an eye-lock. But the girl's eyes are solid, no distinguishing marks at all. Obviously the system needs to be improved in that sense. Unfortunately, as long as the girl stays away from the door Sereebo won't let anyone else in. I hope she doesn't try to use the machine."

"What would happen to her?" Logan asked. He knew it was dangerous to psychics that weren't as powerful as the professor, but he didn't know if it effected non-psychics. The professor looked worried.

"Putting that thing near her head could kill her." He said.

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(The Teen)

Where the hell am I? God was probably punishing me for praying to him. I don't make a habit of those things. God had never helped me before, so I keep a half faith, and pray when I need my ass saved. Now I needed any God, my original one or not.

So I wake up, find myself in a laboratory, get myself caught by a scientist who I had accidentally cut earlier, and then am chased by some weird guy with claws like me. What did he want? Was he working for the scientists? What do they want with me?

I saw the big round room. Freaky, these labs get weirder every time I see one. There was only one walkway that stretched out like a bridge to some kind of desk. On the desk was a weird-looking white helmet. My curiosity is a problem. I wandered over, staying away from the door. I didn't know if the door would stay shut and keep the scientists out, but at least I would have some warning if they did get through.

My claws. Had them since I was twelve. Always hated them. I saw other tests, like me, who could do something or other and swit! Claws gone. I've never been able to make mine vanish though, damn things. People are afraid of them, I've been arrested twice for 'provoking officers,' and I've never been able to go to school since I got them.

I wandered over to the helmet. It looked weird. I'm weird. Maybe a match. I picked it up, then slowly, for no reason other then my damn curiosity, I put it on. I swear to god they put a grenade in my head and right then it blew up.

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Outside the X Men were debating on what to do about the girl when they heard a loud bang. They all jumped, except the professor for obvious reasons, and turned to the door. It opened and Logan cursed. The girl was lying on her back, unconscious and unmoving. The helmet lay swinging by the desk.

Logan sat by the medical table where the girl lay. He was stuck making sure she didn't wake up and really kill herself in the middle of the night. They were all taking turns, but somehow Logan always got the late shift.

He suspected Scott had something to do with that.

The girl was breathing. That was something. Apparently she was also able to regenerate quickly, like him. He had no idea who she was, he didn't care either.

Suddenly her eyes shot open, and Logan was jolted out of deep thought. The girl looked at him and backed away, her eyes wide. Then she almost fell off the medical table, her claws catching hold of the table just in time.

"I'm not gonna hurt you kid, relax." Logan said. The girl stared at him suspiciously. Logan tried again. "What's your name?" he asked.

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(The Teen)

My name. Well, it appears they have gone back to the usual routine. First they ask you you're name, then about your home, where you came from, life history, blah, blah, blah. Ok, don't get me wrong, I have no problem with my first name being known. I thought about telling him my first name. But I guess my brain is still screwed up, so I said

"None of your fucking business." I said. I have always been a fan of the Osbournes, though I don't usually swear like them. But this seemed to be an appropriate time for a good curse. I expected the guy to get mad, threaten me maybe. At least sigh and rub his forehead. He didn't though. He laughed. I wasn't ready for that.

Then he asked for my name again.

"My name is Sarah. Who the hell are you?" Damn, I gave him my name. My real name. Normally I would come up with some stupid name like Casey or Natalie. Not saying those names are stupid, just that they would be stupid on me. The only Casey's and Natalie's I've ever known were perfect and happy and all joy for the world. Definitely not me.

"I'm Logan," the guy said. Logan. Interesting name. I don't judge people by their names, even if I did I wouldn't know how to judge him. He seemed familiar, I couldn't place where I had seen him before though. My wandering brain forbids me from paying close attention to many things.

"Where am I?" Oh god, that was a corny thing to ask. If you go to a movie theater and see a movie where someone is kidnapped, the first thing they say is always 'Where am I?'. Then all the screaming and killing starts. I hate corny things, and I hate people who say them. I could only glare at Logan and wonder what was wrong with me, why I was suddenly a fan of corny movie lines.

My brain still hurt, yeah that's what is wrong. My fuckin brain is still shit plastered on the inside of my fuckin skull. It feels good to swear sometimes.

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Logan looked at Sarah. She glared back. He wasn't a people person so he was wishing someone like Storm would show up. He had no idea what to do, the girl was jumpy and looked ready to kill someone.

"This is a school for mutants." That was all he could think of to say. She snorted.

"Good cover up," she muttered. Logan wondered what she meant. "If this is a school, why does it look so much like a hospital?" She asked. Logan looked around.

"This is the medical bay. Mutants aren't always welcome at regular hospitals, so we take care of ourselves." Akward silence. Suddenly the doors opened and Professor Xavier came in, followed by Storm and Scott. Logan stood up.

"She woke up." Logan said. It was obvious as Sarah growled at them, showing two silver fangs where her canines should have been. They were longer then the other teeth, and made of metal. Sarah closed her mouth when she saw Logan staring at them. The Professor aproched Sarah.

"Hello," he said. Sarah looked at him strangely. Was he running this place? "Welcome to my school."

"All I see is a lab." She replied, still unsure of what to do. The Professor nodded, a smile on his face.

"Yes, it's all apart of the school." Sarah wondered where this was going.

"What kind of school is it then?" she asked. She sounded more sarcastic then she meant to, but at that point she really didn't care.

"it's a school for the gifted."

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