When they finally reached the infirmary Logan was there being bandaged up by Hank.

"What happened Logan? are you alright" asked The Professor.

"Well I got into a fight" he blushed.

"With who, Sabertooth".

"No" he turned his head "a deck chair … Gambit and Rogue convinced me to go to the beach and know the swelling has just come up no worries" he shrugged but winced.

"Oh" the professor chuckled but then became serious again "Hank, is that bed ready"

"Right over here sir" he pointed to a bed made up with linen sheets.

"Hank" he indicated to the girl "may you".

"It would be my pleasure" he picked the girl up and gently placed her on the bed, and then they proceeded to wait. It was late afternoon when there were first signs that she was going to make it.

"Did you see that" exclaimed Jean "her eyes flickered".

"Hello" asked the Professor "are you awake".

I heard and unfamiliar voice it sounded nice, but that's what they want you to think.

'What if' I thought 'I jump out the window and pretend I have died?'

'I don't think you should do that' urged a voice in my head

'How are you doing that' I said slightly creeped

'I am a psychic' it explained 'and the leader of the x-men. If you open your eyes, I will explain more'

I slowly started to open my eyes, the light burnt like fire to my enhanced sight. Once my vision started to clear I realised I was surrounded, trapped like I was back in that cage. There was an old man in a wheelchair, a woman with red hair a blue monster and a man with eyes as wild as any animals.

"Hello" cautiously said the old man while starting to move forward.

"Stay back" I Said in attempted shout but it came out as more of a whisper "I know karate".

I started to get up but I felt a pressure holding me down, like I was stuck underneath a glass block.

"Stay down" calmly soothed the woman with red hair "your hurt".

"Who cares" I stuttered "I heal fast, that's how I survived there, test.

"Sounds abit like me" snivelled the man with animal eyes.

"Who are, they" insisted the blue monster.

"You know who THEY are" I shouted "you'll just turn me into them".

"We promise we won't" said the old man "now who are they" he continued.

I started to explain ruthlessly all about the agonising things they did to me at the school, I saw my pain and sufferings reflected on their faces, their fingers clench and unclench. I told them about the erasers and the experiments I have seen die. Finally I told them about the flock, how they got away and we were all punished because of it. When I finished my story I realised my eyes were closed and my face was tear stained. When I finally plucked up the courage to open my eyes I could see the disbelieving faces of more people than before.

The bald man quickly changed the subject by saying "I noticed you had injuries before, when I carried you in. May I see them?"

I silently turned around and let the front part of my hospital gown drop which in the process exposed my wings, tail and back.

"They're almost healed" gasped the old man.

I manoeuvred my tail so I could see it in front of me; I was speechless because protruding out of each cross was a small spike about a few centimetres high.

I slightly sagged "look what they've done to me" I muttered. I was trembling from annoyance when I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was wild eyes.

"Everything will be ok" he whispered

"Wait" I stammered "I know your voice" there was an air of dread about him, a stop or I'll kill you type of atmosphere. I continued anyway "you're the one that got away, the survivor. The reason they started looking" I didn't continue, I wanted him to think.

He finally responded "I didn't think so many people knew about me".

I looked him in the eyes, with the same look the whitecoats gave us "you are both their hero and their downfall" I then smiled nudging him slightly. I wanted to make him confused and intrigued so I winked and said "but that's a story for another time".

The old man broke the growing, awkward silence by addressing the girl my age.

"Jubilee" he asked "why don't you lend some clothes to our …" he paused changing his tone into one more questioning "guest?".