Scott sat staring at the medlab bed. A cold fear gripped his already hurting heart. If she died he would personally kill that bastard Sabertooth for hurting her. She was so fragile, so innocent, and that beast had to go and defile her graceful form.

The mission had gone as planned. They intercepted the brotherhood and stopped yet another attack. It wasn't until he had heard Logan's pained cry as he screamed her name. We ran and saw the mess that Sabertooth had left behind. Jean was crying but diligently doing her job! We barely made it back to the manion. Logan tried to help but it didn't work. Marie's skin was not responding. Logan stormed out of the Mansion. Probably to go kill the bastard that did this to our Marie. I don't blame him.

Somehow I feel this is my fault, I know I shouldn't but hell I am their leader. The glass seperating me from one of my best pupils feels like a huge barrier from what is horrible reality and what i htink should be real. I feel something wet run down my face and I realize that I have been crying.

"She'll be fine. You'll see. She's a fighter. Strong." The voice startles me and I look beside me to see that Logan has been next to me. Crying as well.

As the eratic beeping in the medlab stops and one long, continuous beep is heard, I barely catch Logan's metal heavy body as he dissolves into tears.

I feel myself start to sob also and I hear Jean and Storm in the Medlab crying, but somehow i feel detached. Marie was the best of us. Heaven on Earth. Innocence in it's purest form. And now her light had been blown out.

And none of us would ever be the same again.

In the dark cage where she was being held, a lone figure sat crying silently willing her mind to reach out beyond the prison's walls. She willed her mind to reach her friends, her family. But it was to no avail. She heard a key in a lock and watched in horror as a huge hairy form entered her prison.

"Maybe you will scream for me little one. Maybe."

Marie wasn't scared though. She knew that as long as her family knew she was alive, they wouldn't stop looking for her. As long as they knew she was alive.