Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-men characters. I invented Andy and Brogan. Touch them and die.
Heavy rain tumbled down upon the roof of the Xavier Institute. Thunder and lightening tormented the dark skies outside the school's windows. Inside a classroom of the school students sat trying to absorb something important from the lesson they were being taught. Some of the younger students were uneasy about the storm, but the majority of the students ignored it completely.
One learner's attention was devoted to the storm entirely. As he watched the rain splash against the window and the lightening roll across the sky he let his mind wonder into the unknown, not caring about anything his teacher was saying to the class. As the student continued to allow his mind to vegetate, a sudden movement outside the window caught the boy's attention and pulled him back to reality.
About forty yards away from the classroom window a very ragged looking woman was stumbling weakly across the school's property. Her muddy clothes were ripped and nearly hanging off her starved form. A crimson splotch of dried blood stained the hair line of her black hair. Numerous cuts and scratches covered her body, some of which were dripping fresh blood. The woman looked like she had been dragged down to hell and back.
A bolt of lightening flashed across the sky lighting up the gloomy yard of the institute. Mesmerized, the student watched as the fragile woman's rain soaked form collapsed onto the hard ground. Her body was completely limp. The student was in disbelief of the scene that had just unfolded before his eyes. He hoped that the woman wasn't dead, yet he wondered if that was even possible.
"Andy," came Hank McCoy's voice from the front of the classroom, startling the young student's eyes away from the window, "if there's something outside in that storm that's more important than the chemistry I'm teaching you at the moment would you please care to share it with the class?"
Andy faced Hank with a look of confused shock on his face. He simply pointed out the window and said, "There's a woman." Other students in the class stared at the boy as if he were retarded. A few quiet laughs circulated around the room.
"Settle down," McCoy advised the class. "Andy, even though I would recommend staying inside during a storm of this intensity, I'm sure the woman outside has quite a good reason for being there." Andy shook his head.
"No, Sir. Come look. She's fainted!"