Yeah I know that it's a weird title for a fic, but I couldn't think of a good one, so that's what I named it. Maybe I'll change it if I think of one.

This is my attempt at an adventure fic, so here to hoping for the best. First of all, I would like to issue a disclaimer. The OC in this fic is similar to OCs' that I have seen on other people's fics. I just want to say that I had thought up this character before I read their fics, and any resemblance to their OC is purely coincidental. If anyone's read Harpiebird's fics, there is (Or rather will be) a character in one of her fics which will be the exact same character. I gave her that character, and if she chooses to use it, it is because she has my permission to do so. I even changed my character a bit just so that he didn't resemble other people's OCs' so much.

Just so that I don't discourage anyone from reading this fic, I just want to let you know that although this chapter is very dark, it is not reflective on how the rest of the fics will be. So please, don't be scared away by this chapter. I promise that the rest of it won't be this graphic.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from the Marvel Universe. The only characters that I own are my original characters.

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Gambit is lying unconscious in an abandoned subway tunnel. He slowly stirs, but finds it hard to move. His body aches. He eventually finds the strength to roll over onto his back, when screams echo through the darkness. Gambit tries to sit up, but the slashes in his abdomen and chest make it almost impossible. He rolls over onto his stomach again, and pushes himself up with his hands and knees. His clothes are soaked from lying in his own blood for however long it was that he was knocked out.

The screams echo through the tunnels again. Gambit determines which direction the screams are coming from, and staggers into the darkness. The screams grow louder as he gets closer. Gambit can see a light in the distance, and quickens his pace. He finally reaches the source of the carnage to find bodies everywhere. A group of homeless and malnourished mutants, most of whom were children, were being slaughtered by another group of more powerful mutants. Gambit looks around for something.....Anything that he can charge and throw at the attackers. He picks up a rock, and tries to charge it with kinetic energy, only to double over in pain from the strain on his already weak body.

Gambit looks up from his knees, to watch in horror as the group of attacking mutants literally tearing the weaker mutants apart. In one corner of the abandoned tunnel, Gambit sees a large hairy mutant raping a young girl. Tears fall from Gambit's eyes. His normally mesmerizing black eyes highlighted by his red irises are whacked with pain as he watches that monster have his way with the shrieking girl who Gambit perceives as no older than 16 years of age. The girl turns her head at looks at Gambit. Her eyes red and tear soaked from crying call out to Gambit for help. Must to Gambit's torture, he can barely stand, let alone be of any help to anyone.

Finally bored with his plaything, that beast uses his claws to eviscerate the poor girl making sure not to hit any of her vital organs which would have killed her instantly. She is lying on the ground, the voiced garbled by the blood building in her throat. He stands up looking at his fallen prey, and then turns his head towards Gambit. He gives Gambit a devilish grin as he licks the blood off of his hands like a feral cat.

Gambit reaches down, and grabs a rock. Ignoring the excruciating pain, he charges the rock only to be overcome by pain again. He hunches over in pain and drops the charges rock on the ground next to him. The rock explodes hurling Gambit's tattered body into the air, and landing next to the eviscerated girl.

Gambit turns his head to see that he is face to face with the girl that was helplessly watching. Blood trickles from the corner of her mouth as she struggles to breath. Gambit forces himself into a sitting position, and pulls the girl into his lap in a futile attempt to comfort her in what is surly her final moments.

She looks up at Gambit with her hazel eyes. Gambit is enchanted by her eyes, which although strained from crying and filled with terror, are two of the most beautiful things that he has seen in his dark and shadowed life. All the sounds of the occurring massacre fade away around him as he is drawn in by her eyes. Time seems to stop and the only think in the entire world at that moment consists of Gambit, and the dying girl in his lap. Her breathing quickens until her pupils dilate, and she lets out one final trailing breath.

Gambit bends over, and hugs the girl, her body limp in his arms.

"REMY!!!!! REMY!!!!!" A worried Piotr shouts as he tries to wake up his friend. "WAKE UP COMRADE!"

Gambit is shaken awake by his Russian roommate. He sits up in his bed, his pulse racing, and his face drenched in sweat. Gambit hunches over and rests his head in his hands.

"A-Are you alright Comrade?" Piotr asks his visibly distraught friend.

"Oui.....Oui, Mon ami" Gambit tries to reassure his concerned friend.

"You were screaming, it sounded bad." Piotr remarks.

"Gambit was just having a bad dream Mon ami,"

"It was the second one in as many nights comrade." Piotr points out, "Are you sure that you are alright?"

"Oui....." Is all that Gambit says.

Piotr doesn't believe him, but he walks back to his bed, still concerned for his friend's well being. He wants to find out what it is that is troubling his one and only friend in the Acolytes, but he knows that Gambit is not going to say anything unless he wants to. Piotr glances over at Gambit one last time before climbing into his bed. As Piotr lies down, he hears his normally strong yet easygoing friend Gambit sobbing in his bed.

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Jubilee is sitting in her room at her parent's house, talking on the telephone. After mutants were exposed, and the Xavier Institute destroyed, Jubilee's parents had brought her back to Los Angeles to live with them. She understood that her parents were only concerned for her safety, but the fact of the matter was, she was miserable.

It didn't take long for the students at her old school, to which she returned after moving back to California, to find out that she was a mutant. Her reunion with her old friends was short lived, and soon she was relegated to exile status in a school in which she was once one of the "in" crowd.

She missed her friends at the Institute. After all that they had gone through, she had grown close to her mutant family. She also missed Bobby. At first, she thought that he was so immature. Then, as she got to know him, she grew to like him. Immaturity and all. Their relationship was just starting to blossom when the events that caused her return to Los Angeles happened.

"Are you sure that it's okay for you to be talking on the phone right now?" Jubilee inquires, "Isn't it almost 1 a.m. there?"

"Yeah, it is, and if I get caught, I'm coming to Los Angeles to kick your Chinese butt!" Amara jokes.

"Yeah right, I could kick your butt with a fire extinguisher." Jubilee giggles. "So how are things at the mansion?

"It's almost finished." Amara replies, "We just moved into our new rooms.....Granted there's no furniture yet, but it's better than living in the sublevels."

"Ummmmm, S-So how is Bobby?" Jubilee asks sheepishly.

"Why don't you call and ask him yourself?" Amara questions. "Where you two really that close?"

"Well, we became really good friends, and for awhile....." Jubilee pauses for a bit as she contemplates their relationship, "things were starting to get serious between us, and then.....well you know."

"So are you're parents ever going to let you come back?" Amara inquires of her friend.

"I'm trying, believe me, I'm trying." Jubilee sighs as she looks at the clock on her dresser, "Sorry Amara, but I have to let you go, the minutes on my phone card are about to run out."

"Okay, you take care Jubes, and I'll talk to ya later." Amara says to her friend on the other side of the country.

"I will, and tell everyone I said hi. Night Amara." Jubilee adds.

"Bye" Amara says and hangs up the phone.

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A young Asian boy about 14 years of age with shoulder length jet black hair tied back in a ponytail strolls by a closed pawn. He stops and looks through the front window which is further secured by iron bars. He peers through iron bars until he sees a shadow about his size in the back of the shop behind the counter. He steps back and disappears into a shadow cast onto the street by a nearby light post.

Moments later, he steps out of the shadow in the back of the pawn shop. He gives a quick look around the shop, then spots what he is looking for. He walks up the cash register, and, with a flick of the wrist, pulls out a butterfly knife. He uses the knife to pop open the cash register, and proceeds to clean out the register of all its cash. He then starts to walk around the shop looking into the display cases for anything that might catch his eye. He is about to open one of the display cases when he hears a low growl from the other side of the counter. He leans over to see what it is. Much to his dismay, a large German Shepard is standing there, its eyes fixated on him. He slowly backs away from the dog. The dog lunges at him, and he just barely is able to dive out of the way. He looks up from his hands and knees to be nose to snout with the growling guard dog. He slowly backs away from the dog, never taking his eyes off of him. The German Shepard barks, and chases him through the shop. The boy sees his way out, and dives into a shadow behind a display case leaving the guard dog puzzledly sniffing the area where he disappeared.