I gained consciousness before I even opened my eyes. I remembered nothing. I slowly peeked out from under my lashes, and it all came back.
I gasped and sat quickly upright. I was still on the floor, but surrounded by people. By the computer, Logan was talking to an official looking man. Mr. McCoy was pulling up pictures of the pyramids. Those blasted pyramids. Our Downfall.
I felt anger burn inside me. I struggled to get off of the ground, but two sets of arms contained me. I wriggled around and came face to face with Rouge and Kurt. My best friends. I glared at them, and continued to struggle against their restraining hands. I didn't even think to use my power. How could they do this to me? It was a betrayal.
I stopped struggling, my strength spent. Tears burned at the back of my eyes, threatening to spill forth. I blinked them back as the arms dropped to their sides. Kurt held out a blue furry hand. I ignored it and pushed myself off of the cold, steel ground.
"I'm sorry, Keety", Kurt apologized in a soft voice. He looked toward the floor. "But ve had to".
Rouge nodded in agreement, pulling at her gloves. "We couldn't let you hurt your self or anyone else. That is not need right now", her accent seeming sharper that usual. I searched her face with my eyes, but I couldn't find a clue. Maybe this was hurting her as much as it was hurting me. Nothing gave way though.
I turned toward the large computer screen, watching the "sentinels" and trying to seem like I was listening to the long winded explanation. But I wasn't. My insides twisted and turned inside me, knowing what was coming, and seeing my professor and Storm fighting against us. A prophecy, it seemed. A Foreshadowing.
"Shadowcat," Logan walked to me, "Get the brotherhood." I nodded in comprehension, seeming braver than I was…or at least I hoped so. All I needed now was to have a nice long conversation with Lance. Great.
Everyone with their orders, we filed out of the cold room. I put on my everyday clothes and ran through the door of the mansion. I was pretending that it was all up to me. I needed to feel important. I needed the strength, but that part of me had all but given up.