CHAP2

She stumbled through the night, the sweat glistening on her brow. She looked up

at the purple sky, remembering how many times she had longed to see it once more. She

heard two popping sounds behind her and the sounds of dogs barking. She felt bad for the

dogs. If they were half as abused as her and her friends... She stumbled over a tree

root, and fell, scraping her delicate knees. She wanted to cry out, but knew if she did, it

would give her position away. She tried to recall what had happened back at the lab. They

were going to inject her with that...that horrible mind control serum again, and she

just lost it. She had mauled one of them. He was still alive when she ran. The look on his

face was etched in her mind. A look of terror, complete and utter fear. Her light blue

pajamas were stained crimson with blood. She hoped she didn't kill him. She heard them

yelling "get back here, freak! Get back here! Christ, she's loose what are we gonna' do?"

And, "did you see what that weirdo did to Charlie? God in heaven! It was awful! We

have to find her." She heard them speaking of their government program. The one that

had held her captive for ten long years. Well she was out, And for what they did to her, to

her friends, they were going to pay, pay through the nose. She turned to face her pursuers,

with mounting determination and confidence.

"there she is!" one of them said, and approached her "come on now, let's just go

back...come with us. We know you didn't mean to hurt Charlie."

"do you?" she asked fiercely, her bright blue eyes glowing in the dark. She leapt

at them, grabbing one by the throat. A shot rang out in the night, and she fell back. One

of her pursuers put the gun back in his pocket and walked up to her lifeless body laying

on the ground.

"it's a shame. She wasn't too bad looking." He laughed, kicking her in the side

once. As he turned to walk away, she opened her eyes and leap at him, slicing the flesh

on his chest. He cried in pain, and his comrades tried to help him, while she silently

disappeared into the night.

Kurt lit a candle in the church, and proceeded to pray "and please, mien gott, take

care of Amanda...." he began to sob, when the doors to the church were flung open. A

figure stood in the doorway.

"A-Amanda?" stammered Kurt, in disbelief. The figure walked in and collapsed.

Not Amanda. Kurt gasped and ran to her. She was panting heavily and had a large wound

near her shoulder. "it's okay, I'm here to help you. I'm going to take you vith me." Kurt

bent to the wounded girl and gathered her up in his arms. BAMF! He was off to the

institute. He burst through the doors.

"Professor! Storm! Logan! Help me! Help me!" Storm was the first to hear him,

and ran to the hall he was standing in. the wounded girl slowly opened her eyes to see the

beautiful African woman standing in front of her. Storm took her from Kurt and rushed to

the medical area. Kurt stared after them in wonder. Who was she? Where had she come

from? He looked down at his blood soaked hands and clothing. He walked off to the

bathroom, still in a daze, to clean up. He had saved a life today...but who's?