We all walked down the stairs, Angelo holding my hand, and saw almost no students. We walked into kitchen, and Chi went off like an alarm.

'Finally! You listen to me! Now, find any meat you can, preferably beef jerky, and stuff your face. Teriyaki okay? Food is VERY important'

I grinned at the comical voice inside my head, grabbing a few bags of beef jerky off the shelves. Angelo just leaned against the door frame and I thought of how much he looked like his dad. I walked over to him and handed him a bag of jerky.

He tore it open, and I took his hand, pulling him to the table. "You are soo much like your dad."

At this he grinned, and sat down on the stool next to me. I tried to tear the bag open at the Tear Here strip, but it didn't work. After four more try's, I growled in frustration.

"FUCK IT!" Then I popped out my claws and slashed through the middle of the bag,spilling the contents over the table. After I poured all the meat out, I began angrily slashing the bag to shreds.

Angelo laughed. Bobby grabbed a bag of jerky and walked out. Youuu bastard.

I ate the meat, savoring the flavor. I tore open two more bags and finished them off. Angelo tossed the empty bags in the trash and sat back down.

"Cat, do you remember when they, uh, made you?"

I shook my head. "No. Well, I remember pain, and darkness, but other than that, no. Are you going to finish that?" I pointed to his bag of half-eaten jerky. He handed it to me.

"I think I'm going to get some sleep." He looked pale. He walked out and to our room. I sighed, wishing I knew what was wrong.

I walked up the steps, and opened the door to a classroom. Logan and Jean were knelt over someone. I teleported to them, and covered my mouth.

A boy about Angelo's age was laying on the ground, covered in wounds, dead. I pushed past Jean, and set my hands on his chest. I slowed my breathing, and popped my claws. I puled up my jacket sleeve and cut my wrist and a single drop of blood landed on his chest, over his heart. I pressed my hands to the wound it landed on, and it closed. I repeated the process until all his wounds were gone. Then, I pressed my palms to his chest, and slowed my breathing again. I felt something flow through my veins and suddenly the boy sat up, shoving me back. I fell back and watched him. He glanced around, then calmed down.

"Pyro, Cat just saved your life." Jean stood up, and sighed with relief. Logan walked out, muttering. Jean turned to me. "When you're done healing, go to the Professor." She followed Logan out. Very uncharacteristic.