Rebekah

I'm careful not to hurt them too badly. After all, they're just kids. Kids like me, only we're on different sides. When did there start to be sides? Flipping backwards, I kick some boy's chin up, so he's knocked unconscious without suffering anything above whiplash. I duck low, spin around, all the while trying to ignore the little voice in the back of my head whispering rip, tear, bite, maim, kill. I can't afford to lose control in a fight. Because I have the ability to kill people, with barely a thought. I now understand what Logan goes through, knowing he is a killing machine. I'm a predator, the perfect predator in a way. Fast, strong and smart. I could kill any one of these people by accident.

I manage to grab one of the dart guns and break it into bits, then let my lips part and a low growl slip out. They make an odd noise and I realise just how scared they are. I position myself carefully then let rip a roar, a snarling, furious roar that sends them scuttling off in fear. I don't think they were expecting anyone other than Isaac. Spider-Man scared them. I terrified them.

I turn and freeze. There's a teenage boy lying on the ground, a dart sticking out from his neck. He must have gotten hit in the fight. I already know it's too late but I still lean towards him staring at his strangely peaceful face. Did he know, when he attacked, that his life could be on the line? Probably not. I know people like this. They think it's a game, a joke. But it's not a joke for us, the hunted.

"HEY! Get away from him!"

I start and whip around. There's a cop, a gun trained on me. Isaac and Spider-Man are hidden in the shadows. I slowly raise my hands over my head.

"I swear I didn't have anything to do with this!"

"Yeah right, mutie! Are there any more of you?"

I calm myself, hoping the boys will play along.

"I'm alone. No one else here."

"Step forward. Keep your hands on you head."

I walk forward slowly, being sure to keep my body language submissive. Then he's grabbed my arms and clasped cuffs on my wrists. He's now behind me and I smile, shift to cat and scoot off, leaving the cheap clothes in a pile on the floor as he starts shouting after me.

Right, I need to get to Westchester. Fast.

Isaac

Bekah started to run. Me and Spider-Man followed her. She shifted in mid-step but continued to run on all fours.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"We need to get to Westchester."

"But reality is revolving around us. That means reality is unravelling wherever we are and where we both spent the most time. I'm guessing we tore a hole in the fabric of the universe or something."

Rebekah screeched to a halt. "So what do you suggest we do?"

I grinned. "I think we should pay Magneto a visit. He may have an idea what's going on."

"But we need a boat or a plain to get to Antarctica and only the X-men have that kind of stuff," Rebekah said.

I grinned even more. "Exactly."

Spider-Man jumped the gate in a single bound. He looked around before giving the all clear. Rebekah leapt the gate while I phased through it. I gazed up at the mansion. I hadn't seen it in what felt like a long time.

"Is it safe?" I asked.

"My spider-sense isn't tingling so it must be. Let's go."

We set off across the lawn keeping low to the ground.

"Why are you helping us?" Rebekah whispered. "Why don't you just go? It would be a lot easier for you."

"This is the most excitement I've had in weeks. The last rescue I made involved a cat and a tree. Go figure."

"Well, that just means you're doing your job well," I said.

"It's not only that. I don't want to leave my friends, especially in the middle of a world crisis."

Seriously, how cool could this guy get? I was so chuffed about being called a friend of Spider-Man, I didn't notice Storm's scent.

Spider-Man grabbed me and jumped high up onto the wall. I looked down to see Storm walk out of the mansion. Storm looked around quickly before taking off into the air.

"Thanks Spider-Man. That was close," I said.

"What is up with you today?" Rebekah hissed. "You're going to get us caught."

I ignored the question and turned to Spiderman. "Why don't you get a more camouflaged suit? It sticks out a mile away."

"The last time I got a darker, more camouflaged suit, it came back to haunt me. I don't feel set to repeat my mistake."

Our plan was to get just above the sub-levels and then I was going to phase both of them down. We moved into position and Bekah and Spidey grabbed hold of my arms. Phasing with baggage was a lot harder than I expected and it took us a couple of minutes to get all the way down. I wiped a bead of sweat of my forehead. The easy part was behind us. Now came the hard part.

We all dashed towards the Blackbird. The door wasn't locked and it opened easily.

"This is crazy," Rebekah said.

"Didn't they ever show you how to fly this thing?"

"Not really. I saw Cyclops and Storm fly it a couple of times but I never flew it myself. I know how to start it up though…"

"Well, you're going to learn," Spider-Man said. "My spider-sense will most likely let us know if you're going to do something to endanger our lives."

Bekah narrowed her eyes and cracked her knuckles. "Well, here we go."

She reached for the ignition. The engine roared into life. Even above the blast of the engine I could hear approaching feet.

"Any day now Rebekah," I said nervously. "Let's get this thing off the ground."

"I'm trying, I'm trying!" Rebekah replied hotly. She reached for a handle.

"Don't pull that! If my memory serves me correctly, that activates the air brakes."

"Wait a sec, have you flown a plane before?" Rebekah asked. The footsteps were getting louder.

"I flew a glider a couple of times in the ATC but never anything as sophisticated as this."

"Well, if you've had some flying experience, for Pete's sake, help me out here!" Rebekah said.

"Okay," I said reaching forward to yank on the throttle. "Hold on."

I pulled on the throttle way to hard and the engine stalled. The footsteps were right outside the plane door now.

"Spider-Man, hold the door," I shouted. The armoured fingers of Colossus punched through the door and almost wrenched it off. A strand of webbing prevented him from doing so. Spider-Man quickly webbed the door and gripped the handle. Colossus applied more strength. Spider-Man was slowly losing the battle. Colossus could bench press approximately seventy-five tons. Spider-Man could lift about ten. The door was slowly getting pulled from Spider-Man's grasp.

Before this could happen though, I fired up the engine and pulled back the throttle slower this time.

The airplane gradually gained height until it was far above the mansion. I wondered if Colossus was still holding on. I pulled back the throttle and soon we were cruising at a steady five hundred miles per hour. I stood up and let Rebekah control the planes route. Spider-Man was gripping his arms and groaning.

"What's up?" I asked concerned.

"I think I might have torn a muscle. That guy was strong!"

"That's nothing compared of what's to come. Trust me," I said. I stared out the Blackbird's window thinking over the events that lay ahead.