"You have to kill him," her father told her. "He's killed so many! Children! Women!" He pointed to the pictures. "Look at them, dammit! He deserves to die!"

Tears ran down her cheeks. "I c-can't. I w-won't do it again!" She screamed and was slapped across the face. She fell to the floor, breathing a bit heavily. "I c-can't."

"Yes.. You will." He said, grabbing the back of her neck. She screamed in pure agony as the substance burned away at her skin like acid. "I w-won-."

His lips curled with a grin racing up his cheeks as he let her drop to the ground beneath his feet. "You will do as I say, when I say.. And how I say it. Got that?"

She pushed herself up slowly, everything was so different.. "Yes."

She opened her eyes slowly taking a few deep breaths. Every part of her body was aching, throbbing in pain. She tried to move, but that only caused more. Where the hell was she? Where was he-? She let her head fall to the right, seeing him in a seat beside her; his eyes closed, and his head on his chest. Her mind was set on killing him, she had to.. She had to! But, she couldn't even move.

This was like torture. He was right there, right there! She could kill him now, and get it over with. He was so near, but so far away. She laid her head back down, her eyes blurring with tears. She closed her eyes, seeing the images again.. The images of children laying in puddles of their own blood. She shivered at the thought.

Logan opened his eyes slowly, he wasn't asleep.. But it was better if he was to act like it. He looked to her again and sighed. He didn't know exactly what to say to her, he wasn't… really good with these type of situations. His head snapped to the left as the medical facilities door opened, and in popped the face of Jean. He smiled to her softly and looked back to the woman.
Jean smiled back and walked over to the bed. She knew she was awake. "…Good Morning." She said quietly. There wasn't any real reason to be hateful to this woman. It's not like she could control what was happening. She remembered what Kurt had told her when Stryker did the same thing to him… And Magneto, as well. They would do anything with his little serum. "..I am Doctor Jean Grey; I am here to help you. May I know your name?" She grabbed some medicine and new bandages and pulled the covers from her exposing the red laced bandages.

Jean sighed, not hearing an answer. She looked over to Logan and then back down, cutting the old bandages away. She re-bandaged her and threw the others away. In the process of all that, still no answer or reaction. She walked away a bit.

"…Maya." She whispered.

Jean looked back to her as Maya slowly opened her eyes. "Maya.." She repeated, walking back over beside her. "Do you remember anything?"

Maya's eyes turned fierce. "..Yes, I do.. Why the hell did you bring me here?" She asked coldly.

"…Because, we learned a few things about you." She said.

"You should have let me die.. I'll only keep trying." Maya growled.

Logan took a step towards her. "…Really, well why don't you try now? You can't even fucking move."

Maya took a breath and threw herself up from the bed and slashed at Logan. "…Oh, really?" She looked right into his eyes.

Jean sighed and focused her eyes on Maya, throwing her against the wall and pinning her against it. "Don't think that all of us here are so fragile and weak. We only thought we could help you."

Maya grimaced in pain. "…You can't help me."

Jean blinked as Maya fell to the floor. "…Don't say that, not until you meet the Professor. He can help anyone…" He tore her up. "..And that includes you." Jean really wasn't afraid of Maya, she was too weak to really do any harm to anyone maybe except herself.

Logan was surprised at Jean. He stepped in front of Maya, seeing the fury in her eyes. "..You can kill me whenever you want, if you can. I don't know what that bastard, Stryker, did to you.. But, I do know that if you can't forget about it.. It'll just eat away at your soul."

Maya roared and threw his arm from hers. "Get the fuck off of me." She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, sliding down softly. She took a deep breath, pain racing through her. She remembered everything, and that was the problem. She remembered everything; what he did to her, what Logan did to those children.. What her father had said. She tightened her eyes shut as tears seeped out beneath her eye lashes.

Jean stepped towards her, but hesitated. The Professor would have to help her, to help Maya. She didn't know if she could do it alone.. There were many things that were bothering her, and she didn't even know where to start how to deal with it. Jean sighed and stepped away, waiting for the Professor to arrive.