OC PoV

Over the weeks that followed that incident, Logan's image was always imprinted on my mind. I felt sorry for the Professor, his mind was probably scarred due to my mental images. But then, he can block it out, so it's not my fault if I happen to project them. Logan seemed to be teasing me, by appearing out of nowhere without a shirt on, or just walking down the corridor from the gym showing off his torso. Damn. I couldn't deny he looked good. I wanted him so bad.

I was getting pretty familiar with this time era now, and I loved it. I had a huge family with lots of friends. There were several younger kids in the mansion, and they were all lovely. And quite mischievous. More than once have I caught them doing something they were supposed to be doing.

I was currently walking through the forest near the school. It was quite peaceful. The sun filtered through the green canopy of leaves and caught dust particles lazily drifting in the air. It was completely still and I could hear the soft chitter of birds around me. I reached a green, mossy clearing that looked so inviting for a nap, I couldn't resist. Choosing a comfortable looking tree trunk, I sat down and leant against it. Within moments, the warm sun had lulled me to sleep.

….

As a cool chill surrounded me, I shivered and woke up. It was dusk, and it appeared as though I had slept away several hours. I felt very satisfied, and wide awake now.

Then I heard a distant scream. I jumped to my feet, startled. It must have come from the mansion! I was a fifteen minute sprint away from the school, and I started hurtling through the trees as fast as I could. Several times, I startled animals who jumped and skittered away.

When I arrived at the mansion completely out of breath, I paused at the fringe of the tree line. It was dark now, but I could see the shadow of several jets on the grass. There was no screaming now, although I could tell something was seriously wrong.

….

I followed my senses into the school, creeping silently down the corridors. Then I heard another yell. It sounded like one of the kids. Without I second thought, I started running towards the room it came from. I rushed through the doorway, only to screech to a halt. The X-Men were all strapped in bizarre positions, each some strange materialled rope wrapping tightly around them. Since none of them were free, I could only imagine the rope was stronger than it looked. Each mutant was in a position where it would have been impossible to use their powers without killing a friend. Storm was connected to a conductor which looped around Kitty and Rogue. And they were both tied too tightly to move. The Professor had a metal cap on his head, and Scott's closed eyes were uncovered but directed straight at the ropes. Where I now noticed at least 7 children hung from, above a vat of thick, bubbling grey liquid. Both of Logan's fists were turned over his heart.

I caught Logan's eye and started to move towards him, before his eyes flicked over my shoulder.

"Well, well. Who do we have here?" A dark voice spoke. "You don't seem familiar to me. Might I inquire as to who you are?"

I, having no clue who this was, could only guess that he was an enemy of my friends.

Turning towards the voice, I gave a small curtsy and nod.

"You may indeed sir, but that does not mean I will tell you."

The man in front of me took a step closer. His face in the light, looked wrinkled and grey, yet it bore traces of being handsome at one point in time. He kind of reminded me of Gandalf the Grey, but an unkind, lesser Gandalf without the wizard clothes and beard.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he were amused with me.

"No, I daresay it doesn't mean that. Perhaps if I introduce myself first?" He queried. "I am Magneto."