"It's Jen." I said that, and then I remembered what happened about a year
ago, when I had just gone to the school and met Magneto, the attack that
morning that began my path to what I became. I felt the collar around my
neck, and realized what Logan said had been true. I was a pet for Magneto.
Logan... Logan! And Kurt, who I had left for dead. I grabbed Scott.
"Logan! Kurt! They're back there with Magneto, I think Kurt is dying!" Scott nodded and tore out of my grip. I fell immediately, but waved Ororo off as she bent down, "Go get Logan and Kurt, I'm ok," Ororo looked at me, then nodded and ran out the door with Scott.
I dragged myself down the hall, reaching the doorway and looking out. Logan was still pinned against the wall, and Ororo and Scott seemed to be arguing with Magneto, and for lack of claws I bent down and picked up a rock that was lying on the floor.
Just then Pyro appeared next to me, looking out the door. He cursed.
"Magneto needs out help, Predator." He said.
"Maybe," I said. Pyro jerked when he heard my voice, but I swung the rock, hitting him on the head and knocking him unconscious. Then I tried mimicking my gruff voice from before, and then stepped out of the doorway.
I was halfway there when Magneto spotted me. "Predator!" he called. Then he saw me limping and the burn marks on my side and glared at Scott. "What did you do to my best fighter?" He asked angrily.
I said nothing, just walked by Scott and Ororo and glanced up at Logan, who glared at me. I stood by Magneto, not looking at him and holding my sides to hide my hands and eyes. He looked at me and then sighed.
"Let's finish this, did you find Pyro?" I nodded dumbly. "Well, where is he?"
"Dead." I said, doing my old voice pretty well. Magneto's eyes grew wide, then he roared in anger, making Logan slam into the wall again. I backed up and tripped, falling over. Magneto looked down at me, and then saw my eyes. His darted to my hands and mouth, and he kicked me.
"How the hell? Get up you!" He grabbed my hair and hauled me up. I saw Scott's hand move, but I shook my head slightly. Magneto grabbed my shoulders and shook me, much like I had done to Ororo earlier.
"Where does your loyalty lie?" he screamed. I flinched, wondering the same thing myself. Where did my loyalty lie? I knew it wasn't with Magneto, but was it with the X Men? I barely knew them, and had attacked Kurt and Logan, then left them for Magneto to kill. I most likely wasn't welcome with them.
Magneto shook me harder. "Answer me!" he roared. He seemed to forget the other people, and even Logan fell to the floor.
"With... me, I guess." I said weakly. Apparently this wasn't the answer Magneto wanted, he punched my hard in the face. I fell back hard.
Just then Logan lunged at him, but Magneto spun around and raised his hands, stopping Logan in midair. Then he flung the mutant across the room, into Scott. Then he looked at Ororo, who was unable to do anything. There were no windows for her lightning to come through, and that was her strongest weapon.
I tried to get up, but Magneto kicked me again. "So what are the good X Men supposed to do now?" Magneto laughed. "One of theirs dead, one completely at my mercy, a sweet innocent little mutant who got in the way also at my mercy," he glared at me. I hated people calling me innocent, it made my blood boil. Slowly I was aware I was growing claws and fangs, and my eyes were glowing bright red.
Scott had scrambled up and aimed at blast at Magneto, who raised his hands, making Logan get up and wrap a claw around his neck.
"So typical, isn't it?" Magneto said. "The X Men's and the Brotherhood's best fighters both destroyed on the same day." Then I found my voice.
"Scott! Shoot the ceiling! Make a hole!" I yelled. Magneto spun around and kicked again, and I think he snapped a rib that time. The pain was so great I could only try and curl up. But I heard a loud crash and was covered in white powder and bits of ceiling, and then I heard the thunder, and I looked up.
Storm's eyes were pure white and she looked like a phantom as a strong wind came through a huge hole in the ceiling. Scott had managed to free himself from Logan, who was now against the wall again.
Suddenly, with a deafening boom, a bolt of lightning shot through the hole in the sky, hitting Magneto directly. He collapsed as the electricity vanished, and Logan fell once more to the floor. I looked at Magneto, his eyes were open and unfocused, his body limp.
I turned over and cried out as I discovered my rib was broken, and Ororo rushed over.
"Jen! Are you alright?" she asked. I nodded and with her help was able to stand up. Logan was bending over Kurt, and I felt a wave of guiltiness wash over me. He was close to death because of me, a huge pool of blood surrounded him. I went a little closer, and Logan picked Kurt's limp form up.
"Let's go, he needs medical help." Logan grunted, and the X Men started walking out the door leading outside. I looked at them and then at Magneto's body, then at the doorway across the room where I had left Pyro to whatever fate was in store for him. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned to see Scott.
"Come on, we have to go." He said. I gaped at him.
"What? But I attacked you and the others! I was with Magneto, I did that to Kurt!" I stammered. "I-"
"You were drugged, you have been for a year. You also helped us escape from Magneto,
I wouldn't have thought of what you did, and you need medical attention." Scott said briskly. "Now are you coming?" I nodded, still not believing that they actually trusted me around them.
The jet lifted off a few moments later, and soon we were landing at the school. Logan carried Kurt to the med-bay, and I slowly made my way down after him, Ororo walking with me. Scott left to tell the professor what happened, and I winced when I realized that Professor Xavier was old friends with Magneto, and I had had the plan to kill him.
When we reached the med-bay I hesitated, knowing it would be a big shock for Hank to see me walk through the doors of the med-bay. My whole body was full of cuts and bruises, and the left side was completely burned. My rib made it hard for me to walk, but I wanted to run away from the silver door as fast as I could.
When we came in though, Hank was bent over Kurt's cut, cleaning it and bandaging it. I remembered a while ago I had sat on the same med-table Kurt was lying on, complaining about the 'acid' and telling Hank to break and arm and put the antiseptic on that.
Now I watched fearfully as Hank hooked up several machines to Kurt, and I almost turned around and walked back out except Ororo had grabbed me and pulled me back.
"No teens in the med-bay right now," Hank said distractedly. "Stop fighting and leave." He glanced up at Ororo and I, then his head jerked up when he saw me.
"J-Jen?!" he stammered, his eyes wide. I nodded weakly.
"Um, Kurt." I muttered. Kurt would be taken care of first, I didn't deserve anything since I had been the one who attacked him, after all. Hank nodded and finished his work on the mutant, then turned around.
"Is she back?" he asked Ororo doubtfully. She nodded, and he looked at me closer, my eyes and hands, and then at the injuries all over me.
"My gosh, Jen," he said. "You look terrible!"
"Is Kurt going to be ok?" I asked. Hank looked at him, lying there with tubes sticking out of him. He nodded slowly.
"If he is strong, and our Kurt has gone though worse. I wouldn't worry about him too much, though I would like to get my hands on the demon that did that to him." Ow, that hurt. I shrugged and looked away, noticing Ororo hurriedly going over and no doubt whispered to Hank that the demon who had attacked Kurt was me. He stared at her, and she whispered something else, probably about the serum and all that. I stared at the floor, fighting back tears.
"I'm sorry, Jen," Hank said immediately. "I didn't mean it like that-"
"Yes, you did. And I don't blame you, really." I said, angry with myself. I had no right to cry, that would make someone comfort me and I sure as hell didn't deserve any of that. Hank looked at Ororo, confused and obviously very uncomfortable.
Then he seemed to realize I was covered in scrapes and such.
"Sit there," he said shakily. I did as I was told and took one desperate glance at the door before Ororo left. I was alone with Hank and Kurt, and none of us were doing very well.
Hank started to put antiseptic on my cuts, and I didn't complain. I really had no right at all, and I didn't want to make it harder for him. A half- hour later I walked out of the med-lab looking like a mummy with green fur sticking out of several places.
I had no idea of what to do or where to go, I certainly didn't want to go anywhere some idiot from the school would see me.
Just then Logan came up behind me.
"Er," he said. I looked at the floor.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I'm sorry about what I said to you earlier." He said. "About you being nothin but a pet."
"Oh, you were right." I said, pointing at my collar. "You were totally correct about that."
Logan looked uncomfortable, then I heard a voice in my head. 'Jen, please come up to my office.' It was the professor. Great. I turned around and headed upstairs, and then cursed at myself for ever becoming a mutant. It was stupid, I know, but when life sinks to an all-time low like that you wish stupid things.
I reached the professors office and went in, extremely nervous and wishing Hank hadn't tied the bandage around my rip so tightly, I couldn't take deep breaths like I normally would.
"Glad to see you again, Jen." Professor Xavier was behind his desk, I looked at the floor.
"Er, nice to see your in good health." Good health? Good Lord, I was really pathetic. The professor laughed, clearly aware I had no idea what I babbling about. I sighed and looked at the man behind the desk.
"You're thinking about leaving here again." He said simply.
"Yeah, I don't really feel like I could belong here." I fell silent, remembering my parent's faces right before I had lost control, Teddy and his gang of kids to. Countless people, really. City raids just because I needed practice, killing without caring, I didn't want to remember any of it, but I couldn't stop replaying the pictures in my head.
"I understand what you're going through," Professor Xavier said. Yeah, sure.
"Um, I was wondering. are you mad at me?" I asked, bracing myself for the 'yes' that was sure to be his reply.
"Mad? Of course not! You couldn't help yourself, I know you feel guilty about Kurt, but he'll make it through." I suddenly felt a chill running down my spine, as if someone had snuck up behind me and dumped icy water down my back.
I looked around, then out the window, and I saw it. A gray and blue helicopter coming straight for the school.
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Logan... Logan! And Kurt, who I had left for dead. I grabbed Scott.
"Logan! Kurt! They're back there with Magneto, I think Kurt is dying!" Scott nodded and tore out of my grip. I fell immediately, but waved Ororo off as she bent down, "Go get Logan and Kurt, I'm ok," Ororo looked at me, then nodded and ran out the door with Scott.
I dragged myself down the hall, reaching the doorway and looking out. Logan was still pinned against the wall, and Ororo and Scott seemed to be arguing with Magneto, and for lack of claws I bent down and picked up a rock that was lying on the floor.
Just then Pyro appeared next to me, looking out the door. He cursed.
"Magneto needs out help, Predator." He said.
"Maybe," I said. Pyro jerked when he heard my voice, but I swung the rock, hitting him on the head and knocking him unconscious. Then I tried mimicking my gruff voice from before, and then stepped out of the doorway.
I was halfway there when Magneto spotted me. "Predator!" he called. Then he saw me limping and the burn marks on my side and glared at Scott. "What did you do to my best fighter?" He asked angrily.
I said nothing, just walked by Scott and Ororo and glanced up at Logan, who glared at me. I stood by Magneto, not looking at him and holding my sides to hide my hands and eyes. He looked at me and then sighed.
"Let's finish this, did you find Pyro?" I nodded dumbly. "Well, where is he?"
"Dead." I said, doing my old voice pretty well. Magneto's eyes grew wide, then he roared in anger, making Logan slam into the wall again. I backed up and tripped, falling over. Magneto looked down at me, and then saw my eyes. His darted to my hands and mouth, and he kicked me.
"How the hell? Get up you!" He grabbed my hair and hauled me up. I saw Scott's hand move, but I shook my head slightly. Magneto grabbed my shoulders and shook me, much like I had done to Ororo earlier.
"Where does your loyalty lie?" he screamed. I flinched, wondering the same thing myself. Where did my loyalty lie? I knew it wasn't with Magneto, but was it with the X Men? I barely knew them, and had attacked Kurt and Logan, then left them for Magneto to kill. I most likely wasn't welcome with them.
Magneto shook me harder. "Answer me!" he roared. He seemed to forget the other people, and even Logan fell to the floor.
"With... me, I guess." I said weakly. Apparently this wasn't the answer Magneto wanted, he punched my hard in the face. I fell back hard.
Just then Logan lunged at him, but Magneto spun around and raised his hands, stopping Logan in midair. Then he flung the mutant across the room, into Scott. Then he looked at Ororo, who was unable to do anything. There were no windows for her lightning to come through, and that was her strongest weapon.
I tried to get up, but Magneto kicked me again. "So what are the good X Men supposed to do now?" Magneto laughed. "One of theirs dead, one completely at my mercy, a sweet innocent little mutant who got in the way also at my mercy," he glared at me. I hated people calling me innocent, it made my blood boil. Slowly I was aware I was growing claws and fangs, and my eyes were glowing bright red.
Scott had scrambled up and aimed at blast at Magneto, who raised his hands, making Logan get up and wrap a claw around his neck.
"So typical, isn't it?" Magneto said. "The X Men's and the Brotherhood's best fighters both destroyed on the same day." Then I found my voice.
"Scott! Shoot the ceiling! Make a hole!" I yelled. Magneto spun around and kicked again, and I think he snapped a rib that time. The pain was so great I could only try and curl up. But I heard a loud crash and was covered in white powder and bits of ceiling, and then I heard the thunder, and I looked up.
Storm's eyes were pure white and she looked like a phantom as a strong wind came through a huge hole in the ceiling. Scott had managed to free himself from Logan, who was now against the wall again.
Suddenly, with a deafening boom, a bolt of lightning shot through the hole in the sky, hitting Magneto directly. He collapsed as the electricity vanished, and Logan fell once more to the floor. I looked at Magneto, his eyes were open and unfocused, his body limp.
I turned over and cried out as I discovered my rib was broken, and Ororo rushed over.
"Jen! Are you alright?" she asked. I nodded and with her help was able to stand up. Logan was bending over Kurt, and I felt a wave of guiltiness wash over me. He was close to death because of me, a huge pool of blood surrounded him. I went a little closer, and Logan picked Kurt's limp form up.
"Let's go, he needs medical help." Logan grunted, and the X Men started walking out the door leading outside. I looked at them and then at Magneto's body, then at the doorway across the room where I had left Pyro to whatever fate was in store for him. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned to see Scott.
"Come on, we have to go." He said. I gaped at him.
"What? But I attacked you and the others! I was with Magneto, I did that to Kurt!" I stammered. "I-"
"You were drugged, you have been for a year. You also helped us escape from Magneto,
I wouldn't have thought of what you did, and you need medical attention." Scott said briskly. "Now are you coming?" I nodded, still not believing that they actually trusted me around them.
The jet lifted off a few moments later, and soon we were landing at the school. Logan carried Kurt to the med-bay, and I slowly made my way down after him, Ororo walking with me. Scott left to tell the professor what happened, and I winced when I realized that Professor Xavier was old friends with Magneto, and I had had the plan to kill him.
When we reached the med-bay I hesitated, knowing it would be a big shock for Hank to see me walk through the doors of the med-bay. My whole body was full of cuts and bruises, and the left side was completely burned. My rib made it hard for me to walk, but I wanted to run away from the silver door as fast as I could.
When we came in though, Hank was bent over Kurt's cut, cleaning it and bandaging it. I remembered a while ago I had sat on the same med-table Kurt was lying on, complaining about the 'acid' and telling Hank to break and arm and put the antiseptic on that.
Now I watched fearfully as Hank hooked up several machines to Kurt, and I almost turned around and walked back out except Ororo had grabbed me and pulled me back.
"No teens in the med-bay right now," Hank said distractedly. "Stop fighting and leave." He glanced up at Ororo and I, then his head jerked up when he saw me.
"J-Jen?!" he stammered, his eyes wide. I nodded weakly.
"Um, Kurt." I muttered. Kurt would be taken care of first, I didn't deserve anything since I had been the one who attacked him, after all. Hank nodded and finished his work on the mutant, then turned around.
"Is she back?" he asked Ororo doubtfully. She nodded, and he looked at me closer, my eyes and hands, and then at the injuries all over me.
"My gosh, Jen," he said. "You look terrible!"
"Is Kurt going to be ok?" I asked. Hank looked at him, lying there with tubes sticking out of him. He nodded slowly.
"If he is strong, and our Kurt has gone though worse. I wouldn't worry about him too much, though I would like to get my hands on the demon that did that to him." Ow, that hurt. I shrugged and looked away, noticing Ororo hurriedly going over and no doubt whispered to Hank that the demon who had attacked Kurt was me. He stared at her, and she whispered something else, probably about the serum and all that. I stared at the floor, fighting back tears.
"I'm sorry, Jen," Hank said immediately. "I didn't mean it like that-"
"Yes, you did. And I don't blame you, really." I said, angry with myself. I had no right to cry, that would make someone comfort me and I sure as hell didn't deserve any of that. Hank looked at Ororo, confused and obviously very uncomfortable.
Then he seemed to realize I was covered in scrapes and such.
"Sit there," he said shakily. I did as I was told and took one desperate glance at the door before Ororo left. I was alone with Hank and Kurt, and none of us were doing very well.
Hank started to put antiseptic on my cuts, and I didn't complain. I really had no right at all, and I didn't want to make it harder for him. A half- hour later I walked out of the med-lab looking like a mummy with green fur sticking out of several places.
I had no idea of what to do or where to go, I certainly didn't want to go anywhere some idiot from the school would see me.
Just then Logan came up behind me.
"Er," he said. I looked at the floor.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I'm sorry about what I said to you earlier." He said. "About you being nothin but a pet."
"Oh, you were right." I said, pointing at my collar. "You were totally correct about that."
Logan looked uncomfortable, then I heard a voice in my head. 'Jen, please come up to my office.' It was the professor. Great. I turned around and headed upstairs, and then cursed at myself for ever becoming a mutant. It was stupid, I know, but when life sinks to an all-time low like that you wish stupid things.
I reached the professors office and went in, extremely nervous and wishing Hank hadn't tied the bandage around my rip so tightly, I couldn't take deep breaths like I normally would.
"Glad to see you again, Jen." Professor Xavier was behind his desk, I looked at the floor.
"Er, nice to see your in good health." Good health? Good Lord, I was really pathetic. The professor laughed, clearly aware I had no idea what I babbling about. I sighed and looked at the man behind the desk.
"You're thinking about leaving here again." He said simply.
"Yeah, I don't really feel like I could belong here." I fell silent, remembering my parent's faces right before I had lost control, Teddy and his gang of kids to. Countless people, really. City raids just because I needed practice, killing without caring, I didn't want to remember any of it, but I couldn't stop replaying the pictures in my head.
"I understand what you're going through," Professor Xavier said. Yeah, sure.
"Um, I was wondering. are you mad at me?" I asked, bracing myself for the 'yes' that was sure to be his reply.
"Mad? Of course not! You couldn't help yourself, I know you feel guilty about Kurt, but he'll make it through." I suddenly felt a chill running down my spine, as if someone had snuck up behind me and dumped icy water down my back.
I looked around, then out the window, and I saw it. A gray and blue helicopter coming straight for the school.
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