The murderer loomed over my parents. It was like ice and fire needles stabbing me, the pain wouldn't stop. Wings, huge wings were sprouting out of my back. I knew what was happening now. Running through a forest, meeting an old man, saving Nana. The memories were almost as painful as the agony in my back. They flashed forwards and stabbed my head, like a severe, pulsing headache. My wings lashed out and a man fell before me. Snow, numbness of the pain, and the nothing. Gasping for breath, the pain started easing out. There was a heavy weight on my back, and I knew what it was.

Apart from my breath, the room was absolutely silent. I could feel the stares from everyone boring into me. I knew who I was now. My entire story had flashed before my eyes. The reasons why I kept away from love and friendship. Now, I didn't care if these people thought me a monster. I was going to save my friends. They had cared for me and now I would repay them. Then I would run away. I didn't need to hear the word from their mouths. Monster. I would be gone before I could hear it.

I stood up and looked directly at Magneto, avoiding my friends gazes.

"Did you really think it would be that easy?"

He scoffed. "It still will be. You are no fighter, even with those wings. Besides, are you sure you want metal wings with me around?"

I laughed a cold harsh laugh. "That is where you are wrong. It is true that I am no fighter, but these wings belong to a demon. They know how to fight."

I advanced closer to him. "Are you sure they're made of metal? Check why don't you."

Magneto stretched his fingers. I felt the room hold is breath. Nothing happened. I smirked. My memories had shown me that my wings may seem like metal, but they weren't quite composed of the same elements. Instead, they had a stronger composition.

A flicker of understanding sparked in his eyes, and I realised that I was who he was looking for. True, I had no fighting talent, but my wings had a mind of their own. The man gestured towards the children hanging from the ceiling.

"One wrong move and they fall." He spoke.

I looked towards the children. Jean whispered a plea to not hurt the children. I relaxed my posture. Snap! I twisted and turned before anyone could blink and my left wing spun around, whacking Magneto, before turning and snapping back the other wing. Startled, the man dropped hold on his metal knives. Before anyone could do anything, I had turned into a solid whirlwind of wings. They spun and twisted of their own accord, striking and flapping, twisting and turning. In a confusing blur of motions, Magneto was knocked out, and his other men were coming towards me. I turned my back to my friends, and spread out my wings protectively. No one was going to hurt them. My heart pounded and my breath came hard. I felt strong and unpredictable.

With my wings controlling my actions, when the first man was within two metres of me, they twisted me around and flung several sharp feathers across the room. One struck the ropes binding Logan, another the conductor around Storm, and the last broke the hold on the Professor's metal head cap. Although I didn't see this. Once more, my wings were a tornado, and they flung me around the room, striking anyone and everyone. I felt like half of my brain was watching myself like an outsider, and the other half was a force to be reckoned with. A force of icy feathers that knew exactly how to fight. And fight well.

Bam! I twisted and landed on the floor. Using my momentum, I rolled and shot up whacking another man. I stretched out my wingspan, and it was almost as wide as the room, and that was saying something. I turned and knocked down another guy before taking a few giant flaps. Within seconds, the other men in front of me were on the floor. I brought my wings in and touched down on the floor, just as Logan barrelled in front of me towards the men.

I knew I didn't have to watch any more.