Ororo groaned, slowly opening her eyes.Where am I?
Ororo glanced at her surroundings. Walls of steel metal surrounded her, almost like a prison. The only means of escape that she could actually see was a round window with steel bars. Getting up, she tried walking over to the round door with steel bars that led to the other prisons, but something stopped her from going any farther.
Looking down, she noticed metal shackles surrounding her fragile wrists and ankles.
"Ahh, you're finally awake." A deep voice boomed through the room that she was in.
Ororo jumped, surprised, but immediately calmed down. "What... where are you?"
The metal door suddenly opened, and Stryker walked into the room. "Ah, Ororo... what a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Who are you?" She asked him, confused.
"William Stryker." He answered, shutting the door.
She played with the shackles at her wrists. "What do you want with me?"
"I need you for my plan." Stryker said simply, and Ororo gave him a look. "What?"
"That's all you're going to say to me?" Ororo asked.
Stryker sighed. "Fine... it's not like you're going to tell someone anyways, since you're locked up in here. I need your powers to create energy for my machine that I have created."
Ororo nodded lightly. "What does it do?"
Stryker grinned. "It'll kill all mutants on the planet."
Ororo felt fear run through her. "You can't do that... you don't have the power to do that. Even with me, you won't be able to accomplish that goal."
"Actually, that's where you're wrong, Ororo." Stryker got up and began to pace around the room. "You have powers... ancient powers that I have been waiting for for twenty years."
"What are you talking about?" Ororo wondered.
He stopped pacing and turned to look at her. "You have the powers of the Phoenix... even stronger than Jean Grey's. Somehow, your original powers became combined with her Phoenix powers."
"I don't have any Phoenix powers, alright? The only power that I've had is my ability to control the weather." Ororo said to him.
Stryker shook his head. "Wrong again. You may not accept the fact that you have powers beyond belief, but I do. And you will be my key to success."
Sighing, Ororo plopped down onto the floor, the shackles clacking around her. Logan, where are you?
Arriving at a light blue two story house, Logan, Bobby and Rogue exited the car, cautiously approaching the house.
"Doesn't look like my parents are home." Bobby said and walked up to the front door, opening it with ease.
Rogue entered the house, but Logan stayed outside. "Logan, aren't you coming in?"
He lifted his head up into the air, sniffing it. "I'll be there in a second." An unfamiliar scent loomed around them, but he couldn't quite figure out what. Glancing around once more, he walked into the house.
"You know, I have some extra clothes that you could wear. You probably don't want to wear your pajamas all day." Bobby said to Rogue.
She smiled. "Thanks."
Logan entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, searching for beer. Finally locating it in the back of the fridge, he opened one of the bottles, chugging almost half of it down in an instant.
The clicking of claws rang through his ears, and by instinct, his adamantium claws extended swiftly, pointing in the direction of the noise.
To his surprise, a black and grey cat sat perched on top of the kitchen counter, its emerald green eyes gazing into Logan's.
"What are you doing in here?" A voice suddenly asked him.
Turning around, he saw three people standing in the kitchen doorway. "Who are you?"
"I don't really think that you're in a position to be asking us questions." The eldest man said to Logan, grasping his cellphone in his hand.
"Look, I'm just-" Logan was interrupted by Bobby entering the room, a shocked look on his face, along with Rogue.
"Mom, Dad, Mike, what are you guys doing here?" He asked them.
"Well, last time I checked, I believe that this was still our house." Bobby's Dad answered.
Bobby's Mom sighed. "Bobby, what's going on?"