Wolverine crept along the outside of the lighthouse, his claws extended. The entire place smelled of brimstone. Kurt must have recently teleported around the entire area, like he used to in danger room combat situations.

Wolverine heard a twig snap and his attention shot to the path that approached the lighthouse.

"Don't move." A voice told him from within the lighthouse.

"Elf?" Wolverine darted his eyes to the source of the voice without making any threatening movements.

"Don't move Logan. If that really is YOU." Kurt told him.

Wolverine could see that he was being held at sword point from within the shadows. He retracted his claws as a sign of good faith.

"Scott . or . Kitty vas just here. Or someone who looked like her. The whole place was trashed. They stole my body . on a stretcher . And . " He was shaking his head, violently - and in spasms, trying to clear it without giving up his advantage with the sword.

"I'm not moving kid, I'm here to help. Beast sent me. Sinister was using mind control on you. Something called the WEED."

"Wide . Wide Field. I remember." Kurt claimed, blinking his eyes repeatedly and trying to focus.

"It was being stored here in the lighthouse." Wolverine told him.

"In da crawlspace. Last box in da line." Kurt told him. "They shot something in to the wall and pulled it down."

"They took the weapon?" Wolverine questioned.

"If that's what it was - yes. It's gone." He shook and trembled.

Wolverine relaxed slightly. "Are you alright Kurt?"

"I don't think so Logan." Kurt kept the blade leveled at him. "I tried to kill them Logan. Kitty, the girl, myself on the table. I remember."

"It wasn't you Kurt, not on the table - and not trying for the kill." He swallowed slowly. "The weapon made you act like that."

"And me?" He shook his head. "The other . me ."

"Sinister geneticly modified some kid to look like your son." Wolverine said flatly.

Kurt shot a glance in to one of the shattered mirrors in the lighthouse. He swelled with the pain and frustration of living a life in the shadows. Then he began to shake with rage.

"He did that to someone?" He snapped his attention back to Wolverine. "Why?" He demanded.

"To manipulate us - all of us - to get the weapon back."

Kurt's eyes betrayed a deadly and murderous rage.

"Elf." Wolverine said softly. "Just wait it out. Don't do this now. The effect is gonna pass. Where's Kitty now?" Wolverine had a sinking feeling.

"Gone." The Elf said too quickly, biting his lip absently.

"Gone where?" Wolverine felt himself bear his teeth as he growled the question, casting his glance about the floor of the room in worry.

"With Scott." Kurt nodded, sounding unsure.

"Scott's in Westchester." Logan told him. "I just left him there."

Kurt shook his head quickly. "He took them - all of them - the box, the bird, the blonde and the boy ."

He's rhyming! Wolverine seemed to recall something about rhyming . something that made the elf real nervous. But what exactly was it?

"Kurt?" Wolverine eyed him.

"Ja?" He asked, flashing a nuerotic grin over his sword blade.

"Put the sword down, will ya?" He tried to sound friendly.

"So you can hit me like Kitty did?" He eyed Wolverine suspiciously and licked at his busted lip.

"Why did Kitty hit you?" Wolverine asked quietly.

"I don't know. I heard a scream and I found myself holding my sword, not knowing what I was doing ."

"And she hit you?" Wolverine sniffed at the air - it was brimstone, masking the scent of blood.

Kurt ignored him. "But I DID know what I was doing. I vas saving her, from dying like the blonde girl, I had to stop myself, while I was still weak and tied to the bed. Before I ."

"Kurt!" Logan barked, catching his attention. "What have you done?"

And, ever so slowly, Kurt lowered his sword as a maddening fear began to shine in his eyes.

"Logan." He said at last, letting the sword fall from his hand. "I don't know."