Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing...not even the title, it came from a Nine Inch Nails song.

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The Wretched

Peering as far as he could in both directions, Evan found that the tunnel was empty. He let out a long relieved sigh. It was even more difficult to find time alone living with the Morlocks than it had been at the institute.

He had to blink back tears at that thought. Competing with five people over a bathroom or a remote, even 4:00 am Danger Room sessions would seem like paradise compared to the dank tunnels he now occupied.

He slumped against a wall and slid to the floor. One of the bony protrusions from his back briefly caught on the wall, causing him to wince.

He shivered slightly from the wall's coldness. It seemed nothing in the tunnels ever was warm. The walls, the floors, even where they slept were always icy and somewhat damp. Everything constantly had a thin layer of gritty moisture. It was rather hard to adjust to, especially after living in a warm and comfortable mansion.

Lost in thought, he didn't notice the sudden gust of wind.

"I heard you were living in a sewer now, Daniels, but I had to see it for myself."

Evan looked up to see a familiar figure, very thin, wearing tight jeans and a tight burgundy shirt. The figure's silver hair was flawlessly styled as always; he couldn't see the face in the poor lighting that the tunnel gave, though he was positive it was set in its usual cruel smirk.

"Pietro?!" Evan stammered, rather startled by the sudden appearance.

"Good job, Spikey. Wallowing in sewage hasn't made you forget my name," Pietro said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"What are you doing here?" Evan growled, as he stood up. He was in a defensive crouch now, ready for an oncoming attack.

"I told ya, Daniels. I came to see if you were really living down here with these freaks," Pietro said as he took a step forward. Apparently trying to see Evan clearer. "I wanted to see what could be so wrong with you that you'd abandon your perfect little life at that old guy's mansion."

He took another step forward, going at a normal speed for once. He began to take another, but stopped with a gasp.

He had seen Evan, seen all the plates and spikes. They stuck out from his back, his arms, and his face. His shirt was nothing but a tattered rag. The spikes would shift, and more would grow, ripping it to pieces. He was barely recognizable.

"Yeah, I know I'm a monster...so start making fun of me, you bastard," Evan said as he glared at the silver haired teen.

Pietro opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. After a moment he managed to whisper, "Oh god...Evan."

Suddenly, the blonde felt a pair of lips pressed to his own. It was a soft kiss and only lasted a few seconds. Then it was over and the silver haired boy it had come from was gone with another rush of air.

"What the hell?" Evan murmured to himself. He raised a hand and touched his slightly tingling lips.

"There you are....Calisto sent Leech to find you," Again startled, Evan turned to see the green mutant that had spoken.

"Okay Leech, I'm coming," Evan said, and began following the small mutant through the dark tunnel

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A/N: Well, what do you think? Should I continue it?

Oh, and a little side-note thing, I just included Leech because I didn't know any other Morlocks' names, though I don't know if he is in Evo