A.P. was becoming more frustrated with every fruitless step. The mansion was way too big to search out one person alone. Her anger was building up and she sent a quick kick to the wall before leaning against it and sinking to the floor. Her head sunk into her hands. A bad feeling had been welling up inside of her.

Something bad was happening, she could feel it. Desperate for any kind help she squeezed her eyes shut as tight as she could. The tips of her fingertips dug into the wood floor below her. 'Please, please, please, please,' her lips uttered the chant over and over. It stopped when she drew in a sharp breath. Her pleading had worked, a vision rushed to her.

It went by as fast as it had come. When A.P.'s brown eyes flew open she knew one thing, Cole was headed back to his room. A place she had checked at least ten times in her desperate search. In a matter of seconds A.P. was on her feet running down the hall. The elevator would take too long, the adrenaline coursing through A.P.'s body would not allow her to stand still waiting for it.

Running up the stairs, Cole's door became visible. Her pace slowed when she neared the plain white door. Not wanting to knock, she turned the knob and the door swung open, revealing a dark empty room.

A.P. stood in the doorway her eyes examined the scene before her. To her disappointment Cole wasn't in the room. She looked down the hallway unsure of what to do. The hall was empty, but her visions had never lied before. Cole was coming.

She knew that she was about to confront him but her insides would not calm themselves. She was frantic inside, so many emotions were raging inside of her. As hard as she tried A.P. couldn't shake the feeling that something in the mansion was wrong.

Taking a deep breath in attempt to calm herself down, A.P. walked into the room to wait. Looking around she saw nothing out of the ordinary. An unmade bed, clothes thrown on the floor, and candy wrappers littering the night stand, made the room look like any other.

Walking across the room she stood at the big window that looked out over the back of the mansion. The rain was still pouring and the thunder and lightning still raging.

Suddenly, her mind pulled her back to reality at the sound of a sinister laugh behind her. Turning abruptly she saw Cole standing in the door way. "I knew you couldn't stay away." A.P. didn't move as he started to slowly walk towards her.

"What's going on?" her voice was demanding but emotionless.

Cole came to a stop in front of her. "Well I came to my room and find that someone has broken into it. I think I should be the one asking that."

Cole's blue eyes held her in a gripping stare. Pushing her uneasy feeling aside, A.P. stared back at him. She wasn't in the mood to play games. She knew something in the mansion was wrong and she needed to find out what it was.

"What did you do Cole?"

With a short laugh Cole answered, "Did your little visions give me away?"

She stared at him, her eyes intensely fixed on his, "I'm not in the mood for bullshit Cole. Why did you come here?"

Cole cocked his head as if he was thinking it over. Leaning against the wall he started to speak, "All I'm doing is fixing what you destroyed. The look on A.P.'s face showed how confused she was.

"What are you talking about?"

"The lab Jamie," he let out a laugh, "Oh, I forgot about the name Sara gave you, A.P."

A.P.'s insides felt like they were being torn. All different emotions were hitting her in waves. Cole's words were reminding her of things she had tried so desperately to forget. Her mind flashed back to Sara, her best friend. The girl she had been playing with when they were kidnaped and taken to the lab. The girl that gave her the name A.P. and the girl that she watched die on the television screen.

Her mind showed her the pictures of Sara as she laid on the floor, her eyes glazed over. She saw the man that moved her blonde hair away from her neck and the needle he placed there. She saw her body go limp and her eyes close. A.P. remembered turning away from the screen after she saw the others suffer the same fate.

She remembered losing all control over herself. Attacking everyone that was in the room with her, including Cole. She remembered them trying to pin her down, then the balls of fire that came from her palms. She threw them everywhere, in every direction.

Soon every thing was lit up in flames. She heard their screams as she jumped through the wall, just before it became ablaze. She saw herself running deep into the woods on the moonless night. The rain pouring down on her and the flashes of lightning along with the boom of thunder. Once again, she felt herself falling to the mud, then looking back on the flaming building that had taken so many lives.

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she saw the images clear in her head. Her face revealed only sadness and her mouth hung open as she tried to steady her breathing.

Cole walked toward her with a smirk. He stood only inches from her. She looked up into his eyes and her sadness transformed into pure anger. "You killed them."

Cole's evil smile grew, "They were failed experiments. They were supposed to take the powers that we gave them."

A.P.'s want to find out what happened became greater then her rage. "Why?"

"If they had the powers we gave them, they would be the perfect weapons," Cole paused lifting his hand to cup A.P.'s cheek, she stared at him unaware of it, "We could control them and their powers. They could have been an army that could take down all the mutants that are plaguing this world."

A.P. stared at him in disbelief. It took her a moment to absorbing everything he was saying. "But you're a mutant."

Cole showed her his smirk once again, "No," he moved his hand from her face to the wavy hair that was hanging over her shoulder, "I'm a successful experiment." His voice was quieted and he moved closer to A.P., making her feel scared as if she was caught in a trap. "We weren't going to create mutants without a way to control them," he flipped his hand over and the blue ball of light became visible.

A.P.'s arms flew up to hit his. The ball flew across the room and dissolved when it hit the wall. The arm that had been on A.P.'s face was now at his side, and the two were standing in front of one another with an angry rage boiling inside of them.

A.P. wanted nothing more then to feel Cole's bones crack under her fists. Cole wanted to finally rid himself of the annoyance that kept messing with all of his plans. A tingling sensation flowed down A.P.'s arm and a ball of fire appeared in her hand.

Cole was unsatisfied, trapping her with his power would be too easy and too quick. "What fun would this be if we both used our powers?"

Not knowing what to make of this, A.P. hesitated. Her mind was quickly made up when she pictured herself punching Cole straight in the face. She answered him by lifting up the hand that held the fire ball and closing it, making the fireball disappear.

In a blur of motion the two attacked each other. Cole's knee connected with A.P.'s gut while her fist hit his nose. As if pain was not a factor in the fight, the adversaries attacked each other again. Cole tried to punch A.P., but she was too quick. She spun around, grabbing his outstretched arm and throwing him to the ground.

With abrupt movements, he rolled to his back just in time to see A.P.'s foot come down on his lower stomach. With a cry of pain, Cole rolled onto his side clutching his stomach.

A.P. wore the smirk now, "You should of stayed dead Cole." She lifted her foot to kick him again, but was stopped by his voice.

"Too bad they didn't have that chance." His blue eyes were fixed on the wall while she looked down at him.

"What are you talking about?"

"We didn't kill them," he paused while she waited, "You did."

Those two words stabbed A.P. through the heart. Her face changed with the shock, her eyes widened as her jaw dropped. "You're lying," her voice was filled with an uncertain fear.

"You didn't see us kill them. We were just letting them take a nap," Cole stood up ignoring any pain that came to him, "But you set the building on fire. They didn't know the ways out like we did." He watched tears fall from her eyes and a sense of pleasure washed over him.

A.P. looked him straight in the eye, "I don't believe you," she said with an unsteady voice.

Cole was enjoying her despair, "Like I said, you didn't know what you saw."

The fight was interrupted when they heard a voice coming from the doorway, "Come on Cole I told you that you could play with her after we kidnaped all the X-men." A.P.'s breathing stopped when she saw who was at the door.

"Surprise!" he yelled as he laughed.

"Stretch?" she choked out.

"Tell me the truth," he began with a grin, "You never thought I was working with Cole. No one ever suspected a thing. I could eavesdrop on every conversation and everyone would think that I was just coming up with some idiot plan."

A.P. stared at Stretch. His whole demeanor had changed. He didn't look like the goofy, stumbling kid that lived in a world of his own. He had changed somehow, he looked more like Cole. They both had a steady calm about them and Stretch looked more serious then he used to be.

"Sorry A.P. but, I have to let Cole do what he wants with you. I have to go bag Storm, she's the only one left," Stretch turned to leave, but stopped when he heard A.P.'s voice.

"Why do you want the X-men?"

Opening his mouth to talk Stretch was cut off by Cole, "Why do you want to know Jamie, so you can kill them like the others?"

"Stop," she demanded, forgetting all about Stretch.

"You're a murderer Jamie."

"Stop it Cole," her voice went from demanding to pleading.

"They trusted you to save them and you,"

"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" she screamed and ran at Cole, arms outstretched ready to knock him to the floor.

He was ready for her and when she was close enough he grabbed her by the waist and flung her to the floor. Bouncing a blue ball in his hand, Cole planned to break his own rule and trap A.P. there.

Seeing the ball flying towards her she locked onto it with her mind and with a swing of her arm she sent it soaring across the room. Without hesitation she threw a ball of fire straight at him. Cole threw a blue ball towards it and they collided in the air, both dissolving. Before Cole knew what was happening A.P. was directly in front of him. Her fist connected with his face just as he kicked her in the stomach, sending her stumbling backwards.

The next thing A.P. felt were the tiny pieces of glass stinging her back. Cole had sent her out the window of his room. She reached out her arms and grabbed the window sill. An immediate scream of pain escaped her when the broken shards of glass dug into her hands. Trying to ignore the glass in her hands and the cold wind of the night, she looked up trying to see if Cole was there. The rain pouring down on her stung her eyes and she looked away.

Cole's laughs could soon be heard despite the storm that was raging. "Some big hero," placing his arms on top of her hands, he leaned on them, pushing them down on the glass. A.P. winced and cried out in pain. "You're so pathetic you can't even save yourself."

A.P. hung there letting Cole's words sink into her while he left the room. Everything she had just found out started to eat away at her. Trying to push everything out of her mind and concentrate on staying alive. Biting her bottom lip and wincing she summoned all of her strength while she tried to pull herself up and through the window. The glass pierced her hands and dug further into them.

Tears almost came to her eyes when she fell against the side of the mansion. Her strength was gone and her will was weakening. Cole's words kept running through her mind. What if it was true? A.P. was giving up. The rain and wind were chilling her bones, the thunder felt like it would shake her off the building, and the bright flashes of lightning was all she had to see by.

She looked down at the ground. It was a long way down to the concrete. Pondering wether to let go or not she looked up at the sky. What she saw greatly surprised her. Up in the cloudy and storming sky were stars that spelled out "HI." A sense of determination overcame her. The people here were the first in a long time to actually try to help her. They had talked to her and became friends with her.

Pushing the pain to the back of her mind, A.P. clutched the window sill as hard as she could. Moving her knee to her chest, she put the sole of her sneaker against the wet brick wall. Pushing off the wall as hard as she could, her body flew into the air and swung into the wall. She put her feet in front of her, making them go through the wall first. Before her hands came off the window sill A.P. swung her arms giving her extra thrust to get through the wall and turn herself upwards to go through the ceiling of the room she swung into.

She ended up on her stomach on Cole's floor. She stood up, raindrops rolling down her and her hair hung around her face in wet strands. A serious rage was written on her face, her hands were balled into fists at her sides. There was no way she would let Cole get away with this.