Author's note 12/6/05: I am back! And with a new chapter too! I saw the trailer for X3 and I got some insperation to write a new chapter. I had been in a rut, which is why I haven't updated in like two months. Sorry. Anyway, here is a new chapter!

Scary Kerry

Chapter 9

It took two hours for me to fly a helicopter, that the voice now called Emma, had instructed me how to fly by force feeding my brain the information to do it. It was weird one moment I knew nothing, and the next I could tell you each little button on the front console was. During the trip she told me how she worked for a school that helped mutants like me in fitting in with the rest of humanity.

I landed the helicopter in an open field in the Montana Mountains and got out. Where are you? I asked her, but she was gone. I didn't see a thing that would give me the impression that a school was anywhere around here. Just then I herd a twig snap from behind me. I turned to see a tall blond woman, with bright blue eyes that were hidden behind a pair of black rimed glasses. She was dressed in a blue skirt with a long white caller shirt that was covered up by a white lab coat. "Are you Emma?"

"Yes I am," She answered putting her head down. "And I am sorry."

"Why…" I began to ask her when something stuck me in the back of head. The world spun all around me as I fell forward hitting the dirt hard. I rolled over on to my back to see a man dressed in military garb behind me. He had hit me with the but end of his raffle. I raised my hand to summon the gun from his hand to sense that it had no metal in it. I raised my hand to summon the metal from the helicopter, but the man's foot stumped on it. I screamed out in pain under the weight of his foot. Then the man kicked me in the head and this time everything went black.

"Hey, you? Hey girl, are you alright?" A young man's voice asked me. I slowly opened my eyes to find my head pounding in pain. "Girl are you alright?"

I only groaned as my eyes adjusted enough for me to get a better visual of my surrounding. I sat up on the cot I was laying on and looked at the gray three walls that now surrounded me, then at the open part. What? I get to my feet and walked towards the opened doorway. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," The young man's voice said. I looked across the hallway to see the young man who had been talking to me. He sat on a cot much like the one I had facing me. He looked to be about twenty, silky white skin, with short blonde hair, bright blue eyes. He dressed in a pair of blue jeans with a bare chest with a pair of angelic white wings on his back.

"And why shouldn't I?" I asked hoarsely.

"Because you're in a mutant proof cell, I can guess that you're a mutant? (Nodded yes) Well these cells dim powers so long as you're in the cell, and the only way out of it is that open door way, which is electrified. You can't see it, but its there," He answered. I raised an eye brow. "What? You don't believe me?" He reached to over his shoulder plucked out a one of his white feathers and tossed it at his door way. It stopped at the edge of the door fizzing mid air and turning into a puff of black smoke.

"I believe you," I said sitting back down on my cot. I put my head in my hands, just wanting to cry. How I could ever trust this lady to help me in trying to get away from Magneto? I should have just stayed there and got over the fact that I was wrong and he was right. I sighed realizing something. No he wasn't right, that's why you let you guard down. She has to be a mind controller! I am such an idiot! But why am I realizing this now? I scratched the side of my head finding a dry blood from where the gun had hit me, and remembered. The cells are mutant proof, so her powers can't touch me here. Well that's great I have a free mind, but what good does me now?

"Are you gonna be ok?"

I looked up at the guy. "I think so, but my head hurts."

"Did the solider hit you in the head?"

"Yep with the back end of his gun too."

"In the corner of your cell is a sink and a mirror, you should be able to clean up if you like."

I looked over at the right corner of my room and saw the sink. "Thanks," I said getting up from cot.

"Hey, by the way," I gazed back over the guy. "My name is Warren."

"Molly," I answered back with a grim smile.

I found little hand towel that I dapped and I held it to my face, but I paused at my reflection. My face was dirty. My right eye was starting to black with the cheek below it with a big cut on it. The side of head had a big gash, from where the gun had struck me. I sighed, and cleaned up my face for all the good it would do.

"So Molly what's your power?"

I turned backed to him gently drying my swore face. "I am a big magnet," I answered tiredly lying back on the cot.

"How did they catch you?"

"I was tricked by a voice in my head that wasn't mine," I answered.

"Ah, So Ms. Frost got you," Warren grinned.

"You know that blonde mind control bitch then?" I asked sitting back up on the cot.

"Oh, such a bad word from such a pretty girl," Warren joked.

I laughed. "I am not such a girl pretty right now, and even when I don't have burses I am not the best looking girl in the world."

"You don't look that bad too me," Warren said. "Besides your right about Ms. Frost being a bitch. She coned my parents to send me here for the so called mutant cure that they are working on here."

"A mutant cure? No freaking way."

"I know it's a total load of crap, I've been here a month and all they have done is take blood samples, feathers samples, and beat me up when I try to escape,". He gets to feet, looks at me and smiles. "I don't want their cure if they do have one, because when I open my wings and fly it's one of the greatest feelings in the world."

"Well, we get out here I will have to see for myself."

"Ah, you have an idea on how to get out of here?"

"Not yet, but after some rest, and little bit of time I am going to get out of here, and your coming with me."