Oh god..My head...

The wounded man from earlier had came to, moving to sit up on the plastic sheets of the bed he had recently been resting on. He moved one hand to his forehead and put the palm just above his right eyebrow, clenching a little, then removing it once more and placing it on the edge of the bed, as well as his other, right next to his two thighs. He used that position to hop off of the table. Within seconds he realized that he was totally naked, and the door was wide open. Seeing this now, he moved to shut the door. He turned around and his eyes darted about the room until they rested on a pile of clothes. He picked up the gray wife beater and a blue cotton sweater.

"Funny.."

He slid the gray shirt on and dropped the sweater, slipping on the small pair of boxers and then the pair of black baggy denim jeans. He felt someone was watching and turned around, his eyes catching the slender figure of a girl, looking about the age of 16-17.

"How did you get in here?" The man demanded, moving towards her to open the door behind her, pressing up against the back side of the door.

"Well.. I..uh.." She motioned towards the door, "kinda uh.. walked.. through it?"

He just sighed and walked out, Kitty following him.

"Without our help, you wouldn't b-"

"When we get upstairs, we'll talk about it.." He said, walking towards her, facing her now.

"Alright.. follow me," she said, starting to grab his hand.

He quickly pulled away, shoving both hands in his pockets.

"You.. wouldn't want to do that.. "

Kitty raised an eyebrow then just shrugged. He had his reasons. She began to walk down the hallway, turning right with him following.

"So.. how did you get here..?" She asked, turning again and walking to the elevator, pressing the hand print verification pad nearby.

"No idea."

She walked into the elevator, motioning for him to follow her.

"So, what's your name anyway?"

"I was hoping you could tell me that."

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"Dad.. they were everywhere.. He..They.."

"Wow.. slow down.. who was everywhere?" Greg said, moving to stand from his chair.

"Those...Those mutants..They..They tried to kill me!" He said, the fear rising in his voice.

"Where's Blake? I thought you two went together..?"

"They..They took him. He offered to go..."

As Greg began to walk towards the door, he heard screeching of car tires and the sound of slamming doors. Heavy footsteps neared the house and seconds later a small white canister crashed through one of the windows and hit a table's leg, rolling along the ground near Cody's feet. It exploded instantly, knocking Cody off of his feet backwards, slamming into a table as his father was whisked away by men in black armor. Cody managed to open his eyes before a rag went over his nose and mouth. He could taste the horrible, rancid taste of the liquid that was on the rag and smelled the strong, piercing smell of the rag itself. Soon, what he thought to be reality was nothing more than black.

"Wake up!"

Cody felt the sting of a hard slap to his right cheek, slinging his head to the left. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing the blurred, shaky image of a bald man in a black suit.

"Why did you attempt to burn down the library?" The man said, moving to sit across from Cody.

He just now realized that there was a table in front of him. The only thing on it was a tape recorder. His consciousness slowly began to come back. Three men began to lift up their pistols. The men were stationed around the room. Two at the door and one beside the man in the suit.

"I..uh..." Cody only managed to get out, his head bobbing from one side to another.

"Tell me, why did you try to kill all those people.."

"B..But.. I did...I didn't..."

"Don't lie. We have eyewitness accounts from many people stating that you were the one igniting the library. We aren't friendly to freaks like you."

Cody began to struggle against the straps, and, to his good luck, one of them loosened. Being under heavy sedatives, he still didn't have his full strength back, so making a rescue attempt this early would be suicide.

"Tell me straight. Why did you try to kill those people, was it because they were different? Because they weren't worthy?"

Cody loosened each one of the straps that bound him to the cold wooden chair with the help of his ability. He was now loose enough to make a move. The fact is, was it possible for him to leave alive?

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"They said it was a lightning bolt.." A police officer said, walking up to Matthew who was sitting next to his scared daughter in a van, their legs hanging off of the side.

"Thanks for the info.." The police officer nodded and walked off.

"See? Everything will be alright.. I promise.. " Matthew said, wrapping his arms around his stunned daughter.

"I want to go to mommy.." She said, prying her eyes away from the road and looking up at Matthew's face, "I want to go see mommy."

"Honey.. she lives nearby, I'll let you stay with her for awhile, if you want.."

His daughter nodded. Matthew picked her up and hopped off of the van.

"Let's head to your mommy's house, okay?"

May nodded and Matthew walked away from the scene with her. Seeing as she was across the street at a friend's house, she wasn't involved at all, so the police would not have wanted to speak with either of them. He walked to his '97 Toyota and let go of his daughter as she ran around the car and stood by the door as Matthew unlocked it. She hopped in the passenger-side back seat and into her car seat. Matthew hopped in his driver side seat and shut the door. He stuck the key into the ignition and turned it, letting the beast roar for a moment before he put the car in drive and took off.

Minutes later, they arrived at her mother's house. May really wasn't his daughter but more of his ex-wife's daughter, who was 36 at the moment and has been jumping around from boyfriend to boyfriend. Pulling up to the curb, Matthew slid out of the car, leaving it running. He walked over to May's door on her right and opened it. He took her out of the car seat and set her on the ground, watching her run to her mom's door as it opened. Matthew just watched Lori open the door and let May in. Without any hesitation, Lori closed the door hard. Matthew just scoffed and walked back around the car to the driver's side and slid back into his seat.

Screw her then..

He shut his door and buckled in, taking off again.

At least I won't need to pay on my apartment anymore..

He turned a corner in his car and stopped at a stoplight. Once it turned green, he pressed back on the gas, taking off again. He was headed to his old friend Scott, whom graduated with him from Bayville High. Last he heard was that Scott was teaching in some prep school on the outskirts of the town. He knew where he was headed, because personally, he had gone there for three years before being sent to normal school. He always resented Professor Xavier and kind of hoped he'd be dead by now.

Well. Dead-ish.

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Strolling through the corridors of the X Mansion, Huey, or Frag, was listening to his mp3 player, two white cords strung down from his ears and down his chest and into his right pocket, becoming one cord. He had a black t-shirt which had his favorite band name on it, 'Anarchy Club' as well as a white scrunched up long-sleeved undershirt, fingerless gloves with a red X on them as well as gray carpenter pants. He was 13 when his parents sent him to a 'prep school' or what they thought was one. He could never get along in school, mainly because everything- everything set him off. Since then, though, he's learned to control his anger better, resulting in not as many fights, or injuries.

Frag was actually heading to his weekly Danger Room session with Beast. Last time, they had to end it short because Frag had almost gotten his head lopped off. Finally making it to the top floor elevator, he opened the doors and stepped inside, closing the doors. The elevator began to descend to the bottom floor rather quickly. He was glad he had the earphones in his head because the elevator music was exceptionally horrible today. As the elevator dinged and opened, Huey walked out of it. He repositioned his White Sox ball cap that hid his short, ruffled hair and headed down the hall and took a right, heading towards the Danger Room.

He pushed the doors open for the Danger Room, once again looking around at the many panels that made up the room's domed walls. If it wasn't for the distraction of what you can call a greeting by Beast over the intercom, he would have been imagining what all those panels could hold all day. He plucked the ear phones out of his ears and looked up to Beast who was in a small glass-encased room at the top. Frag took the mp3 out of his pocket and set it aside, making sure to turn it off first. He looked up to Beast who was raising an eyebrow at Frag's clothing.

"Oh.. yeah..."

"Yes. That. Go get uniformed, then we can start, Frag."

Rather stiff today...

Picking up his mp3 player and taking off his cap he pushed his way back out of the room and down the hall. He sighed and walked into the room on the left. Strangely, it was already open. But he figured Beast just opened it for him from his controls.

Let's see here...

He walked into the right side of the room, with 'Male' written over the archway. His eyes wandered through the many rows of lockers until he spotted 'Huey M. Snyder,' written in white block letters on one of the lockers. He pressed in a few buttons in a key pad on the locker and it slid to the left, opening. Two outfits appeared. His X Suit which was black with a large brown X down the chest, starting from the shoulders and ending at the waist. A brown belt which had several full pockets on it. Several other X's adorned the shoulders. There was also another piece of clothing that was suitable. It was a black polyester trench coat that Rogue tailored for him a while back, along with a pair of fingerless gloves that he had worn earlier.

He slid into his X Suit which surprisingly fit him perfectly and clung to every curve of a muscle and such. As he walked out of the room, he clicked on his belt and slid into his trench coat, letting it stay open, swaying with his movements. His hair was straight and coming down to his chin now, brown with red streaks and his eyes were a deep color of brown and he had a distinct scar which was an elongated crescent starting from the tip of his nose to the end of his jaw, coming no where near his lips.

"I'm back," Frag said, walking in, his white skin tone of his face standing out against his clothing.

"Good, now stand in the middle. This will be a split session. Half will be throwing, half will be hand-to-hand weapon combat."

"Gotcha."

"Do I have to explain the rules?"

"We've gone through this before, I know the ropes."

"Good, let's get started."

"We're starting with throwing, I'm loading seven targets and setting the time limit as well as the environment."

Frag looked around his environment as it slowly faded away from chrome to wood. He was in an abandoned warehouse, rafters and storage boxes ladened the floor and ceiling, stacked high. The smell of mold and mildew was overwhelming, but he soon came to deal with it.

"You have five minutes to incapacitate your targets, only using throws."

Frag nodded, not moving from where he was, he watched as three men materialized from mid air about twenty feet from him. He knew that four more materialized at the same time somewhere within the warehouse as well, he just didn't know where.

"Go."

With that, the three men (which I will refer to as man A, man B, and man C) ran forward towards Frag in no sort of order or arrangement. Man A dived for Frag when he was about five feet from him. Frag crouched and rolled with him, grabbing his arms in mid air and propping his feet underneath man A's abdomen. Frag rolled backwards, using this momentum to vault man A in the air backwards and slam him into a box which was filled with pipes, which covered him when he landed. Frag rolled to his feet and slid to the left as man B threw a kick at him. Within seconds, man C threw a punch at his face from the side, a right hook. Frag grabbed man C's arm and man B's leg with his left and right hands. He slid forward underneath man C's arm and B's leg and spun in place, holding on and spinning them with him. He finally let go and watched as they both soared in the air a few feet before smashing into the side of the wall, fading away in a green glow.

"Well done," Beast said over the intercom, "four more to go."

Frag just shook his head and panted a little, looking around for a moment then walking forward.

"You can use your powers, you know."

Huey smiled a little bit. He reached into one of his pockets on his belt and pulled out a small marble as he walked, rolling it between his fingers.
Only four more..

He watched as one man(man D) leaped in the air towards him from the top of a rafter. Huey slid out of the way as the man D flipped in mid-air to his feet and landed, running again towards Frag. Huey threw the marble at the man's head, using his power he levitated the marble and split it from the inside out, sending directed shards at the man's face, each small shard ripping into his flesh. He used this distraction to run up and roll along the ground in front of the man. He lifted both of his legs up vertically and locked them around his neck. Frag twisted his body to the side and brought his legs back, flinging the man over his body and into the wall. Huey lay there on his stomach, watching the second man (man E) send a kick to Huey's face. Frag rolled to the side and grabbed his leg, yanking man E down to the ground.

Frag flipped to his feet and grabbed the man by the ankle and dragged him along the ground, walking forward. He lifted the man and heaved him to the side, grabbing the ankle with his other hand as he swung him around, slamming him into a wooden column that was holding the roof up nearby and letting him go, effectively snapping the man's spinal cord, rendering him incapacitated. Man F was behind Frag as he turned around. Man F spun, throwing out a leg in a roundhouse, connecting with Frag's jaw and sending him spiraling to the ground. Huey landed hard on his chest, the air being knocked out of his lungs.

"Two minutes remaining," Beast said over the intercom.

Frag quickly rolled to the side and stood up. Man F threw a punch towards Frag's face, but missed due tot he fact that his head had moved out of the way long before. Frag ducked under his arm and moved towards man F. He slid a leg between his and planted it there, grabbing man F's arm and wrenching it, then pulling it forward, his leg tripping man F up and Frag followed through, throwing him over his shoulder into man G who was running towards him. Frag stood up straight and watched as man F collided with man G and together hit one of the containers, breaking through that one and hitting one behind it, spilling it's contents on top of them.

"Task completed. Well done."

The environment, the bodies, and the smell of the area disappeared, leaving only the metallic dome from before. He wiped a few beads of sweat off of his forehead and looked up to Beast, who was clicking away at the computer.

"Three minute break. After the break, we'll begin on hand-to-hand weapon combat."

Huey nodded and started to walk to the entrance of the Danger Room. He walked to the door and opened it, heading out into the cold hallway. The change from the Danger Room's moist atmosphere to the cold, dry atmosphere of the subbasement was welcoming, and he embraced it. He went to a door on his right and opened it up. It was a break room for the Danger Room, and from the window in the back you could clearly see into the room. Huey, or Frag, opened up the refrigerator that was near the widow and pulled out a bottled water. It was freezing, which was perfect for his condition. His jaw ached, and it was hard to swallow the freezing liquid but he had to drink, either that or his mouth was so dry that he couldn't help it.

Frag sat down on a small couch in the corner and pulled his legs to his chest, taking another drink then setting the bottle on a stand nearby.