*Sorry to the people i have kept waiting. been really quite busy!! and i had hardly any reviews so i didnt think anyone liked it*

He tried to open his eyes, but they seemed glued shut, painfully stinging. He sensed another presence in the room, wherever he was. He let out a soft gasp as a shooting pain, that started in his finger tips and escalated up his arm tingled into his shoulder. He tried to open his mouth, but his dry cracked lips, and aching joints kept it shut. He felt like screaming, screaming in pain and frustration. He could hear hushed whispers circulating round him, and he tried desperately to open his eyes again. He succeeded, yet only slightly, the burning white light forcing them closed again, making them water. A loose tear rolled down his cheek and he felt something gently wipe it off his face. He tensed, every muscle in his body stiffening, ready to attack. The thing on his face must have felt this, as it sharply moved away, far away, with a bit of hope. All sorts of thoughts and questions were beginning to work their way into his madness, making his already aching head spin.

Where am I? Who are these people? What happened to me? Why cant I move?

A sharp stabbing pain in his arm jogged his thoughts, making him cry out in shock. The voices around him began their hushed whispering again, the sound of paper being moved and pens being clicked. He gave up on trying to open his eyes and instead focused on his getting his voice working. He tried to open his mouth again, his aching jaw creaking as he did so and the warm air filling into his dry as sandpaper mouth.

"Water," he whispered, hoping that someone would hear him and fulfil his request.

"Mr Allerdyce, your awake now?"

He frowned. Mr Allerdyce?

"Water," he said again, and he felt hands slip under his back and push him up into a sitting position. He moaned in pain, a searing pain burning across his abdomen, his eyes squeezing tight. He was held up in the sitting position, the agonising sitting position, as someone poured water into his cut, bruised lips. He tried to open his eyes one more time, only to find that they were being opened, by a white rubber hand and a small light being shone in to them. He kept them open, even though they stung and watered and waited for them focus. As they came more into focus, he began to search the room, looking for a familiar face. But he didn't recognise any of them. They were all strangers, just pairs of eyes staring at him, waiting for him to do something. He tried to bring his hands up to his face, but they wouldn't lift any higher. He lowered his eyes down to his wrists to see the shiny metal cuffs that locked him to the sides of his metallic bed. He felt his heartbeat quicken, beginning to panic.

"What do you want with me," he gasped, as his heart beat faster and faster, the bleeping of the monitor quickening.

"Please, try and calm down," a woman said, her shoulder length silver hair framing her concerned, dark face. He shook his head and tried to pull himself away from her, but the cuffs kept firmly in position, and the agony of even moving the slightest inch made it impossible to move. He began to pant, his scarred, bruised chest heaving in gulps of air as he began to panic further.

"Where am I? I want to go? Who are you?" he breathed as he searched desperately for an exit, that wouldn't have been any use anyway. The silver haired woman studied his face, her arched eyebrows frowning slightly as he struggled pittifully against the cuffs on his wrists.

"John, your…" she said softly, gazing into his eyes, blue and wild and full of confusion and fear. He looked at her, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"Who's John?" he asked, trying to shift himself further back from the woman.

"It's me, Storm. don't you remember us?" she asked, motioning to the other people, who were dressed in similar uniforms of black leather suits. He just stared at them, his eyes wide, his body trembling as the uniformed strangers stared down at him.

"Please… please just let me go," he said, his eyes brimming with tears of confusion. He felt the hot tears slide down his face as his body shivered, and the strangers moved in closer too him. He panicked, pulling on his locks and whimpering as a huge wolf of a man pressed his firm grip onto his shoulders.

"Logan, get the professor," Storm said, as the tall, beastly looking man nodded and turned, leaving the room through a sliding door about 20 feet away.

"The… the professor? Who's he? Whats he gonna do to me?" he begged, trying to free his wrists from the metal cuffs.

"Ssh, calm down," Storm said again, sitting on the edge of his bed. The boy quivered, searching desperately for his only source of freedom. The tiny orange flicker of a flame, a spark, anything.

"Theres no use, John. This room is fire free," a voice said from behind him. A chill raced down the boys quivering spine, as the familliar voice filled his ears. The voice, who was supposed to be dead.