Everyone in the institute was painfully aware of Kurt's absence. He'd always been the one that kept their spirits high and somehow there seemed to be void where he should have been. Kitty had gone back to her room after talking to the professor only to find a video on her desk. It was Titanic which was Kitty's favourite film of all time. Confused, Kitty turned it over and noticed a card cello taped to the back. Her blood ran cold as she remembered that she'd told Kurt about this film only a few days ago. The card was written in Kurt's hand and said I rented it for a week hope you enjoy it! I watched it yesterday and I thought it was far too romantic! Kurt. Kitty stared for a few seconds before she burst into tears and threw herself down onto her bed. It was a shock for everyone that Kurt of all people had been captured. It had always been thought that he would be able to port out of any kind of situation. If even he had been kidnapped then what about the rest of them? The institute was soon a tense and uneasy environment. Kurt had gone without warning and everyone secretly thought that they were next.

Chrissa was very aware of a prickly feeling all over her skin, every now and then she'd get a bolt of static electricity and jump. He feet were tired from standing up in such a forced position and no matter how hard she tried Chrissa couldn't get enough air into her lungs. She looked at the timer; there were only two minutes left. She looked at the two people who were also in these machines and wondered what this would do to them. As the prickling sensation grew Chrissa felt herself getting hysterical. There was something so unnatural about this that every sense in her body was on edge, the tiny humming of the generator was almost deafening, the mans heavy breathing put her teeth on edge. The one thing that could have really helped her at this moment would have been a loving hand or even a friend. Unfortunately those two things had been denied from Chrissa. She was drinking in her surroundings, looking at everything at least twice. One minute remained "I hope you know that even if you die, this experiment might just save Mutants from your kind" Chrissa didn't know about sarcasm but if had she would have used it in her reply "Who?" Her voice shook slightly "Mutants, your superiors. If you do live then you will become one of us, a sister if you will" He was standing right in from of her now, the large bars around Chrissa gave them quite some separation (much to her relief) "I-is that why you've kept me here?" Chrissa asked "Yes" he answered simply "I brought you up to be a brilliant mutant but God was Against me and left you human." He smiled "Listen to me lie!" he chuckled "I made you so that you'd be human! I made you so that I could perform this experiment!" he was laughing insanely and Chrissa shuddered involuntarily as he carried on "True, I would have preferred this to have happened earlier than now but I guess you can't with them all" his attempt at humour fell flat and Chrissa stared at him as he walked away again. He now stood next to the generator, it's whirring was getting louder now. "And all these changes will begin in, ten, nine" Chrissa looked up at the timer as it counted down her last seconds "Seven, six, five, four, three, two," he paused for an extra second, the tension became unbearable "One" he whispered and flicked a single switch. Chrissa's scream would have made any normal persons blood curdle. Pain flowed through every inch, every cell of her body. The pain was so immense and so draining that even gathering the energy to cry was impossible. Chrissa's natural energy was leaving her and being replaced by a stronger kind. So strong that she knew she couldn't control it. Simultaneously every microbe that inhabited Chrissa's body began to reject the new form of energy. The pain she had been feeling was doubled as Chrissa's body began to destroy itself for the inside. Her head screamed as the brain began to overload. Her dry eyes were burning behind tightly closed lids. Only then did Chrissa begin to loose consciousness. Slowly and blissfully darkness swept over her and blocked out all of her senses. Chrissa was beyond caring and excepted what was happening, this darkness would take away the pain which she so wished to escape. Her last thought before her heart finally gave up was 'I was right, I truly am a freak'