Rebekah

We're silent on the flight to Iowa. Rogue keeps trying to catch my eye but I don't want to look at her. I keep thinking, was it my fault? Why did Isaac make the choice he did? Was it because I was more interested in getting to know Kitty and Kurt than being there for him? At any rate, I've not exactly been the best friend.

I stare down at my fingerless gloves, black and purple, standing out vibrantly against red fur. I flew my fingers and the claws slide out. I stare at them. Tapered, sharp, deadly. I've become a predator. I run my tongue over my canines and taste blood. I look up at the reflective wall and see a creature that is powerful and dangerous. I see why people are afraid of mutants. Heck, I'm afraid of my reflection. I close my eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Kitty… Look, I just feel…washed-out."

She nods sagely.

"Yeah. That happens. Usually when that happens, you just go and see your family."

I kick the chair around so I don't see her as she starts to apologise. I can't see my family. The family here think I'm dead. My family, my real family? Well I don't want to think what they're going through.

I push the thoughts aside. Right now I need to be concentrating wholeheartedly on Isaac. I fiddle with my necklace, biting the silver. A hand touches my shoulder and I start, turning to see Colossus, armoured up and ready to go.

"We're touching down shortly. Are you ready?"

I nod. I'm ready. I am always ready. I don't feel like a kid anymore. I don't know whether to be happy or sad about that.

The getting in is easy. Colossus and Wolverine mow through the opponents. I just sort of hang around the back, trying to catch Isaac's scent. In the end I find it and follow it. There are guards, but they weren't prepared. The last they heard, the X-Men were under attack. Now the X-Men are attacking. I dive into a room and freeze. Water is splattered over the floor and a man is convulsing in the puddle.

I can smell blood and sick. Isaac's blood. And I snarl. Torture. Torture! When I get my hands on the sick… the sick… the sick bastards who run this place, I am going to hurt them. I am going to hurt them slowly and delicately, make them scream. I turn to the others.

"He was here. We need to find him."

Cyclops nods.

"Split up."

I end up with Kurt and Rogue. It's so cold… Drafts… I follow the scent, blood and puke and fear and I round the corner and he's there, cowering under the gaze of about a dozen armed men, all pointing their guns at him.

"OI! YOU LOT WANT A THREAT! LOOK OVER HERE!"

Probably not one of my best ideas…

Isaac

Something at the back of my mind told me my escape was way too easy. This place was made to hold extremely powerful mutants with ease. It struck me as odd my escape had managed to go unnoticed. I heard shouts coming in my direction.

I slipped into the shadows and waited as the soldiers streamed past. I heard one of them whisper something about the X-men. They couldn't be here could they? I turned my mind to more pressing matters, like how I was going to escape. I looked down at my bare feet and frowned. I wish I had some shoes. They must have taken them. Just as I took a step out into the light I realized two things.

First, there were a dozen armed men hiding behind me in the shadows. I didn't need to turn around to know they were there. I could just feel they were there.

And two, the X-men were here. Very close. Though not close enough. I raised my hands slowly and turned around. It took my eyes a couple of seconds to adjust to the dark, but I could see exactly twelve soldiers hidden in the blackness. They looked surprised I had discovered them but they didn't waste time wondering how.

One of the men came forward and grabbed me by the collar. I grabbed his hand and twisted it. He gave a shrill shriek and grasped his wrist in an attempt to deaden the pain. I brought my hands up to defend myself as the troops rushed towards me. I was knocked to the floor and I shielded my head as the men started to kicked me. They stopped suddenly and pulled me to my feet. One of them pushed me in the back and I fell to my knees again.

"Oi! You lot want a threat! Look over here!" I heard a voice yell.

I turned around to see Rebekah standing at the end of the tunnel. Part of me was overjoyed to see Bekah while the other part of me was screaming for her to go away. In almost slow motion I saw one of the men spin around and point his gun at her. I lowered my shoulder and barged him as he pressed the trigger. The gun sprayed the ceiling wildly. I needn't have worried about Bekah. She was already on all fours racing towards the soldiers. She scattered them like bowling pins. I took advantage of the situation and ran. It seemed less than ten seconds before she was before me.

"I thought you would take longer with those guys," I half joked.

"Logan trained me well."

"I don't doubt it," I said. My mind was rushing to find an escape. Training procedures were flashing through my mind.

S.W.O.T, Strengths, Weaknesses, Opportunities, and Threats. Strengths, without my powers I didn't have any while Bekah has blinding speed and agility. Weaknesses, I'm completely vulnerable while Bekah has no weaknesses as far as I know. Opportunities, I had to hope I'd be able to run soon. Threats, those claws looked pretty sharp.

"How are you?" Bekah suddenly asked. "They didn't hurt you too bad did they?"

"I healed like I always do. Why do you care?" I asked, surprised. "We're on different teams now."

"It doesn't matter. You aren't going to run are you?"

She must have seen me looking around for an exit.

"I'm considering it," I answered.

"Why don't you come with me," Rebekah said.

"Nah, I think I'll pass. You're not going to force me are you?"

I watched as Bekah's claws started to flex and grow. I didn't stand a chance against her in my current state. We stood staring at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move.