A slight shiver of recognition ran through me, although I was largely unfamiliar with the name.

I knew I still wasn't a particularly good fighter, but my friends needed me. I took a step forward and widened my stance.

"I won't say it's a pleasure to meet you, Magneto, because it isn't. Why are you here?"

He grinned. "Well, I'm looking for someone. My sources tell me that there is a powerful mutant hidden here. I am here to meet them." Magneto looked towards Xavier. "Although someone here won't tell me where they are."

I blinked. Okay then.

Magneto looked at me again. "You appear to have very minimal powers, but perhaps the X-men have confided in you where this mutant is?"

A silver knife shot towards me. I couldn't help but flinch as it neared me. I knew it couldn't cut my skin, but my heart was pounding away.

I gazed at the knife's point. "Your blades don't scare me, Magneto."

"No?" He asked. "Then perhaps if I cut your friend you will tell me?"

A knife soared towards Logan.

Logan's eyes gave nothing away. He looked at me and shook his head minutely. I glared defiantly at Magneto.

"No?" He laughed. "Well maybe your bonds run deeper than that."

The little knife dropped to Logan's left shoulder, a little above his hands over his heart.

"Do you think," Magneto said, addressing me, "That if I give a little push, the man's claws will kill himself?"

"I think it's worth a try." He laughed. "At the same time, perhaps I could encourage you?"

Another knife soared through the air to stop a few centimeters away from my chest.

The cloaked man rumbled out a cold laugh, before twitching his finger and both knives moved towards their victims. The knife pushed painstakingly slowly into Logan's chest. I took a step back from the knife in front of me.

"Tut, tut, darling. You stay where you are, or the rest will suffer." Demanded Magneto.

Small bits of sharp metal had flown across the room and now hovered over different limbs belonging to my friends. The metal moved closer, touching them. Magneto looked at me before one after the other, they started screaming.

I watched, horrified. The pain of tiny little metal scraps just digging into my friends.

"NO!" I yelled. "No, STOP!"

Magneto cocked his head. "But I'm hardly touching the surface."

I knew that. The metal had barely done any damage. I still couldn't stand it. And then Magneto twitched his fingers and the knife in front of Logan dug in. Logan grunted, containing a scream. The pure look of agony tipped me over the edge.

I screamed in resistance, moving towards Logan.

Then my scream turned to one of pain, of pure torture. What is happening? The look of confusion on Magneto's face, coupled by similar looks on Storm and Jeans' faces told me it wasn't Magneto hurting me.

I staggered, dropping to my knees. Not feeling the jarring pain of impact on my knees, I reached my hands over my shoulders, where the pain bloomed from my upper back. I dug in my fingernails, and screamed in agony.