Ther doors in the far end of the large square white room slid open, a darkly dressed female being carried in by two guards, another two men behind them holding weapons towards the other captives. Even if they where over powered and these captives made it outside of the cell, there was only more tunnels and there was no way out of the basement other then teleporting. Though none of the captives where ever told this, though some figured it out in the last break out..

After damping the white braided haired girl to the ground, they turned and hurried out, leaving the lightly drugged genetically creature mutant to groan slightly as she pushed herself from the floor to try and sit up. Oraya had to take a moment to recover from the dazed effects caused by the drugs she had been shot with. One minute the fire mutant was dealing with a group of troublesome humans, the next she was surrounded by strange people and one opened fire on her..

Placing a faintly trembling hand over her tired face, Oraya gently shook her head before realizing there where others in the room with her. Hearing the faintest noise she quickly snapped her attention over towards a boy and a girl, the girl seemed highly nervous, the boy seemed as if he was recovering from an attack. The fire mutant quickly got to her feet, ignoring the wave of dizziness that swept over her for the minute so she could focus entirely on these other creatures in this room with her.

"And whom are you?" Her voice demanded an instant response, her bright blue eyes glaring at both figures as if expecting them to lung towards her. Her black leather gloved hands clenched tightly together as she began to hover slightly off the ground, a shimmer of light dancing across her body as if a rainbow of coloured glitter was gently flowing from her tanned skin.. fading away seconds later. Oraya had spent much of her childhood as a captive of Sinister's labs.. along with many other's like her, she did not escape their clutches so recently just to fall back into the hands of another group. She was determined to figure out what exactly was going on, and why she had been brought here, and she wanted to know these answers now!

Her long braided hair flowed gently down her back, swaying slightly as she hovered off the ground, some strands of braided hair fell over her shoulders, but she was too focused to realize and brush them aside like she usually did in annoyance. Her black cape also hangfrom her shoulders, the tips of its bottom lightly stroking against the floor since she hovered so closely to the ground.

The elder Enright turned rather startled as Madison yelled at him, he blinked before looking away as Kurt teleported off with Ray and Oraya. Watching quietly as Jarod tried to calm down the red suited girl, Connor.. he was Connor wasn't he.. that's right.. that's who he was. His eyes dropped down to Madison's feet, then over towards Roz's feet, then at his, before returning to Madison's.

When Kurt had returned, and he had taken Spidergirl and Jarod, it left Connor with the girls alone, the young Wolverine not really seeming able to focus on one thing for too long. They weren't hurting him.. so that's alright.. he doesn't have to fight then, he doesn't want to fight.. He looked up at Madison rather sleepily, his head slowly tilting to the side as if losing the strength to say upright. He inched closer towards his sister, his hands reaching up for her cheeks and tilting her face a little to the lift and then to the right, like their mother had always done when checking to see if they'd cut themselves again. He leaned forward and whispered in her ears, something that was totally unneeded since they both had pretty good hearing.

"I don't want to try any more.. if he doesn't want to be my father.. then I won't be his son." He looked down at his arm, his black shirt a little wrinkled from all the laying aorund, the constent grabbing and the continuous fights he's been in since he left earlier that morning. His hand rubbed over the part of his arm where the needle marks where seen, but then he placed his hand over his forehead as he was hit lightly with a dizzy spell.