"What do you want with me?" Andi screamed into the darkness of her cell.

She didn't know how long she had been there. She had lost all track of time when they began to tortcher her. Why did they tortcher her for information that she did not know? To her these people were heathens like Magneto and Apocalypse. Her clothes were torn from the shocks and fires they put her through. Her jacket was nothing but shreds and no longer kept her warm in this cold dreary cell. Her black tub top was gone. Thankfully her bra was still intact. Her bluejeans were torn some on the left leg and totally torn off on the right leg. She had bruises and cuts all over her body but most of them had healed and vanished. Her head ached from yelling and screaming.

All she wanted was her mom. She wanted her mom to come to her rescue, like she had done before. She wanted her to beat the heck out of these guys. Then she remembered Knole. She released that she also wanted to be held in his strong arms and stay there forever. Suddenly her head hurt even more. It hurt so much that it made her grab on to the bar next to her. Slowly she could make out a message.

Andi............our way...........You all right.......calm. At first the message didn't make any senesce. All she knew was that someone was trying to communicate with her. Then she released that it was Mian! She tried to reply but her head started to throb. She lowered herself to the floor and pulled her knees up to her chest. Tears streamed down her face. Her make up was smeared but she didn't care.

"What the heck do you want with me?!? Andi screamed at the top of her lungs. No one answered.

"Answer me! What am I worth to you?!?"

"Once we released that you were not one of the two run a ways, we decided to use you to recapture the escapees."

There was a single light hanging from the ceiling on the other side of Andi's cell. As it swung on it's henges, the female that Andi had been talking to, slowly walked into the light. Andi could see that the woman was wearing a purple, sleeve, one piece out fit. On the woman's arms were first, red and blue feathers. She had boots that were, also. red and appeared to be made out of feathers. The woman's short hair was blue on the side and black up to and was also made of feathers.

"Who are you?" Andi asked.

"I am the great Deathbird!"