Forest. Sounds – voices? Fear. Hiding.
"Hey, who saw the deer? You or me?" Look. Carefully.
Humans. Three. Men. Large. Guns. Hunters.
Fear. Hide.
"Hey, what's that?" Seen!
"It's a freak!" Fear.
"It's a monster!" Hatred.
"It's the best d*mn hunting trophy you'll ever have!" Bloodlust.
Panic. Run.
'Stop them, stop them, something to stop them! Make them sleep, not to kill, just to sleep, not to kill, just to sleep –'
Changes. Fingernails growing, strange underneath them. 'Not to kill, just to sleep, not to kill, just to sleep –'
"Gotcha, you little –"
Scratch. Hard. Faints. Run.
Others reach. "We'll get you, you little –"
"Enough!" the Professor exclaimed, tearing his mind free of the images Monster was showing him. She cut them off immediately, and stared at the floor.
"This goes a long way to explaining why you clawed Kurt," he said slowly, "but why did it affect him so badly? And why couldn't you sense that he was not one of the hunters?"
"I had my telepathy blocked off. I hated their minds – I didn't want to know about them any more," explained Monster slowly. Professor Xavier nodded, remembering the disgust and terror she had reflected at him with the memories.
"But the reason it was so bad for Kurt – well, that's rather more difficult to explain…"