Rebekah

I tensed up and sprang forward, neatly landing on Mastermind's head. I don't think he was expecting that. Or for the cat to suddenly turn into a substantially heavier snow leopard (I was cold, okay?) and clout him around the head, knocking him swiftly into unconsciousness. With almost surgical precision, might I add? Maximum sleepy-time, minimum brain damage. Really not to hard, if you know the exact force to apply to the exact point. Thank you, Beast.

I spot Logan and run over to him, still in snow leopard form. Look, it's cold and aside from the collar, I'm naked. Also, it's incredibly hard to explain that you want your coat back when your main method of communication is 'meow'. I tense up and jump forward, shifting to wildcat and landing neatly on his shoulder. He grins at me.

"Having fun?"

I just stare at him and leap off again, running through the legs to find the machine. That's my job. Jean prevents others seeing me, I sneak through the fight and turn everything off. Or plain wreck it, which is my dear friend Isaac suggested. Of course, I pointed out what happened the last time someone was stupid enough to try and wreck Magento's stuff, at which point he immediately pointed out that he had a change of heart when he thought he'd hurt Kitty and we ended up having another argument. We seem to spend a lot of time arguing.

I stop. This is it? It looks like an outdated computer. One of the big ones that took up a whole room. Oh well. Now, should I wreck it, or just turn it off? Or turn it off, then wreck it. Yeah, that'll work.

I shift quickly to the more bestial form. Instantly, my fur stands on end, trapping air under it to keep me warm. Even so, I shiver in the Arctic winds. Then I start going through the program. It's far too complicated and the HCI... Well, you'd need a degree in Computing just to be able to understand it. Thankfully, all I'm trying to do is shut it down. That doesn't take too long and then I'm struck with a brilliant idea. The message right now offers three options. Cancel. Shut Down.
And Self-Destruct. Heh, heh, heh...

I select that and snarl. Password protected. Four letters. Oh...

A.

N.

Y.

A.

"Password Accepted."

I breath a sigh of relief.

"Self-Destruct in 10... 9..."

Oh, pig...

"RUNN!"

Isaac

An alarm went off just as I rushed to help Wolverine. He was squaring off with Sabretooth and it was still pretty equal. They were both covered in blood but neither had a single scratch on them. It was the most barbaric fight I'd ever seen. With a grace that revealed the skill in their seemingly wild slashes, they lunged and parried like two ancient swordsmen. Apart from the swords were daggers jutting out of their hands. Sabretooth froze when the alarm sounded allowing Logan to stab him in the gut. He didn't even seem to notice. He shoved Logan away from him and started to run. I couldn't let him escape.

I teleported in mid-air in front of him and my shin connected with his neck with a force that would have killed an ox. I heard something snap and then I felt a horrible searing pain. Looks like Sabretooth had an adamantium skeleton now as well. I landed and hobbled away from Sabretooth as fast as I could.

Sabretooth grinned and rubbed his neck. "We're probably going to die here but I'm going to make sure I take you and Wolverine with me!"

I didn't have time to take in what he'd just said because he was already rushing towards me with super human speed that didn't seem possible with his mass. I tried to jump but he caught my injured leg and dangled me upside down. His gleaming adamantium tipped nails caught the setting sun and the light danced on my face. He pulled his hand back to rip my throat out.

He froze before he could complete his manoeuvre. It was like an invisible hand grabbed him in mid swing which gave me precious seconds to slip into slow time and blast his hand with Cyclops laser vision. He let go and my body automatically twisted into position for me to deliver another kick. I took control of my reflexes and stopped myself. I didn't want to break a leg again.

I darted backwards out of Sabretooths reach but he wasn't going anywhere. His face was a mask of agony and I knew Jean had him. I looked around for her and could see her some distance away, her hand waving in a friendly gesture.

Suddenly Rebekah came tearing around the corner on all fours. She shifted in mid-step and came to a halt. She was gasping for breath but managed to puff out the word, run. It took my brain a couple of seconds to register.

A huge explosion rocked my world. I opened my eyes. I reached to touch my head where there was a tremendous ache. A piece of metal was lodged in my forehead. I was starting to black out already but I managed to look round. There was fire everywhere.

A few workers ran by screaming. Even in my weakened state I reached out and grabbed one by the coat.

"What's happening?" I asked. I could see the resolve in his eyes and I knew he was going to try and attack me. After all, I was only a boy and I was already fatally wounded. If the metal shard went any further it would hit my brain and I would die. "What's happening!?" I growled again baring my teeth, my eyes turning blood red with energy. I saw his toughness wither away and he spoke rapidly, "Someone set the self-destruct sequence and we've got less than two minutes before the whole place totally explodes!" I let him go and he sprinted away. Someone must have set the first explosion so it didn't completely destroy the rig, giving whomever initiated the sequence time to escape.

I turned to see Bekah coming to conciousness. There wasn't time to be nice. I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her roughly.

"Leave me alone Mum! I want to go back to sleep," she said drowsily.

"Bekah, wake up!" I roared. She jumped six feet in the air and hissed. She was standing on both feet now and looking around. Everything seemed to dawn on her.

"I'm down here," I said weakly. She looked down and gasped. There wasn't a lot of blood thank goodness but she could see the extent of the damage.

"It's just a scratch. Jean was on the building over there when it exploded. She could be badly hurt."

"You're badly hurt!"

"Come back for me later," I said knowing there wouldn't be time.

"I will," Bekah said in a serious voice. "Even if I die trying." And then she was gone. I pushed myself onto my knees and bowed my head. It felt like little dwarves were smashing my head to bits with pick axes.

A shadow loomed over me and I looked up at Sabretooth. He didn't seem even slightly injured. It was easy to heal when there wasn't any spare projectiles still embedded in you, less than an inch away from your brain. He didn't say anything. He just smiled and knelt down to shove the shard further into my head.

He never made it. Six claws sprouted from his chest in a fine mist of blood spraying my face. Sabretooth was tossed aside and Logan lifted my head to access my injury. He swore loudly and without a pause bent forward and ripped the metal dagger out of my head.

I only remember a fierce pain worst than anything I'd ever felt. I could hear Logan shouting at me to stay awake but I paid him no heed. I was too young to be going through this kind of pain and if staying awake kept it up then I would rather die. I tried to go unconscious but it eluded me, leaving me with wave upon wave of fresh pain. I was grateful when I finally passed out.