The lighthouse had been unresponsive for over an hour. The Blackbird was unresponsive as well.

Logan climbed in to the two man 'puddle jumper' aircraft. He had been checked out on this machine, but hadn't flown one at night before.

He hit the thrusters as soon as he was air-born and began climbing quickly.

The comm light blinked twice. Logan keyed the receiver.

"Logan" Beast appeared upset. "I've detected something else."

"Go ahead Beast."

"I did a med-scan of Kitty when she was here." He shook his head. "And the computer has found something. She has a three- percent chemical imbalance in the brain. According to the computer, it's quite possibly a result of exposure to the WEED."

"Weed?" Logan asked.

"Wide-field Emotional Engagement Device." Beast replied "We captured it from Magneto who got it who knows where. It's a mind control device. Prolonged exposure leads to psychosis and personality fractures. Short term exposure acts like an intoxicant and creates impulse control problems."

"I see. So when was she exposed? At the mansion?"

"No. We suspected the Magneto wanted it back and so we sent it to Kurt for storage. Our best guess is that it's somehow become active on their end."

"So how do I get around it Beast?"

"You don't Logan. You'll be just as vulnerable as they are." Beast watched him grimace. "Just stay focused on the mission Logan. Be impulsive toward that end."

"Or psychotic?" Logan grinned.

"You're more than experienced." Beast joked, but pursed his lips.

"What is it Hank?"

"Just save them Logan. Don't let my mistake. . ."

"We were all fooled Beast. You found him out. And now this, WEED do-hickey. You're doing your part. I'll do mine." He smirked "Tell Chuck I left, will ya?"

"Of course." He reached over to key a switch "Beast out." And the screen blinked off.

"What the hell is happening over there?" He growled.

(Back in the Lighthouse:)

"NO! Kurt, NO!" Kitty leapt forward

"You don't." He whipped around to face her "Understand!" He lashed out and Blockage gasped, she was in line for a swift slicing.

The sword passed clean and quickly through her. She felt her breath catch in her throat.

"KURT!" Kitty screamed "NO!!!"

But it was too late. Kurt's eyes had swiftly darted to Kent's barely conscious form.

"A firstborn male." He whispered with tainted intent. "How biblical." He leapt in to the air and hefted the sword, as though determined to kill the air, and he teleported.

A burst of smoke appeared, accompanied with a burst of noise, right over Kent's panic stricken form, only a glint of steel, still rising through the smoke, betrayed the unavoidable truth.

Kitty's fingers had gone numb. She couldn't hear herself, although she was sure she was screaming.

"Kurt." She whispered in the back of her mind "Not my boy. . ."