Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution or any of the characters in this fic. I wrote this after watching Gothica. No one in my house wanted to see it so I had to watch it in the middle of the night when my parents were asleep. That was fun. Very good movie. Very SCARY movie. Do not watch in the middle of the night when you're the only one awake in your house…

An elevator door creaked open slowly revealing a large gray and white room with a half-curricular table in the middle. To one side sat a few chairs and a small TV perched on a wooden table. On the other side of the room was a gray door leading into a maze of rooms and hallways. A man in a silver wheelchair rolled his way out of the elevator and up to the front desk.

A woman with long blonde hair looked up from a clipboard with several names listed on it, "May I help you?" She asked politely.

"Yes, I'm here to see number 2275." The man said calmly. A few people sitting on the chairs looked up at him.

The woman studied him then began flipping through the papers on her clipboard. She scanned the page a few times before responding, "May I have your name?"

"Charles Xavior."

She looked back down at the papers, "Yes, Xavior. Your name's right here. Come with me please." The woman opened the gate to the desk and led Xavior into the gray door. She led him to another elevator and stuck a key into a slot that read, 'Security Only' and they went down two floors. She took him to a large room with bars on the doors and glass on the walls. She tapped her code into the door and it opened. A few men in blue suits were sitting at desks with computers on them. One of them focused on a certain cell.

"Xavior, good to see you again" One of the men said.

"Not under these conditions I'm afraid, Matt." He said carefully, "Where is Lhach?"

Matt and another man eyed each other nervously, "I see you got my call." Matt spoke up, "Lhach ain't doin too well Xavior."

"What do you mean?"

"He had another outburst of energy." He sighed, "At this rate that kid's goin no where."

Xavior gave a weak smile, "I won't give up on him. And you shouldn't either."

Matt sighed and got up, "Okay, I'll send in some guards."

Xavior looked up at Matt, "I hope you're wrong about Lhach."

"I hope you're right."

A large, metal door opened slowly followed by a few footsteps and the sound of radios being turned on. The door read, '# 2275 – maximum security holding cell – authorized personnel only'. Xavior slipped into the small gray room made of concrete and shut the door behind him. A few clicks from the other side signaled the door being locked.

Xavior looked across the small, square room to a boy, no older than seventeen slumped over in a corner. His hair was black and messy and his bangs were spiked up, covering his face so you could barely see the black piece of material that was tied around his head, covering his eyes. When the boy heard the door closing his mussels tensed.

Xavior looked down at him, "Lhach, it's me, Xa…"

"I know who you are." The boy spat, not moving from his corner. His voice was dark and raspy.

Xavior leaded forward, "Are you going to have an attitude today? I thought we might make some progress."

"Have we ever?" The boy asked. There was a tone of sarcasm in his voice.

Although there was something covering his eyes, Xavior still felt the cold, hard glare from the boy, 'I'm sorry if you had a bad day but sarcasm will get you no where."

"It's okay. I'm not going anywhere anyway."

Xavior frowned, "Matt was right. You have changed."

"Matt?" Lhach looked up, "What does Matt know?" Lhach said strongly, putting an emphasis on 'Matt'.

Xavior sighed, "Lhach, why are you being like this? Why don't you want my help anymore? Why are you giving up so easily?"

Lhach sat up, "Why do you care?"

"Because I'm trying to help you but you won't let me."

"Well maybe I don't want any help." Lhach stood up, "Didja ever think of that?"

"Lhach, what happened to you?"

"I grew up! I figured out that I'm going nowhere at the speed of a glassier! You're not helping! Nothing is helping!" Lhach snapped. His voice was almost a yell.

"Then maybe we should try a new approach."

Lhach slammed his fist on the wall, 'No!" A drop of blood hit the floor.

"Lhach, don't start this again. Just let me try something else. You say I'm not helping. Then tell me what I can do to help." Xavior spoke carefully. He knew very well that Lhach's temper was not something to be taken lightly.

Lhach put his hands on the wall and leaned up against it, "I want you to leave me alone." He whispered.

Xavior looked at him precariously.

"Don't you see?" He said, his voice almost at a whisper, "Nothing is helping. I'm just getting worse. Nothing will help. I'm gunna be damned with this stupid curse for the rest of my life and there's nothing either one of us can do about it. You like to think that there is because you like to be in control but this time you can't."

"Lhach, there is something we can do about it. Just trust me, okay?" Xavior spoke with the same tone.

"How do you trust someone when they think you are crazy?"

"I don't think you're crazy."

"Yes you do!" Lhach spun around, "How can you even say that? I wouldn't be in this damn Westin Hills prison for metal people if you didn't think I was crazy!" His voice was almost at a scream.

"Lhach, you know there's a place for you at my Institute but you need to learn how to control your powers and until then I simply can't risk the others getting hurt."

"See! You do think I'm crazy!"

"Lhach…"

Lhach turned back towards the wall. "I want you to leave me alone." His voice changed. It went shallow and very dark.

"Lhach please…"

"Leave me alone."

"Lhach!"

"Leave…me…alone." Lhach was at a whisper again.

Xavior froze.

"Leave…"

He was doing it again.

"Now…"

Xavior couldn't move.

"Please…"

Xavior turned and looked at the door.

"Now…"

He was changing.

Lhach began chanting something so softly Xavior couldn't hear it. Xavior looked back at Lhach in horror. This was the problem.

"No., você não fará exame sobre outra vez"

Xavior had to find out what he was saying.

"saia, agora"

Xavior stared at Lhach.

"batente…batente"

Xavior went for the door. With each word Lhach grew softer.

"batente…"

He wasn't quick enough.

"batente…"

Lhach stopped chanting and Xavior stared at him. Xavior inched a little bit closer,

"Lhach?" He whispered.

Out of no where Lhach turned around sharply and flung his arms out beside him. Almost as if on cue blue flames surged from the ground. They whipped around like snakes and surrounded the whole room and the door. Lhach's eyes were burning through the cloth. Burning with hatred. Lhach began to scream. He was screaming something in a different language.

"Teg yapleh emwa morf em!" His voice seemed to echo so that it sounded like there was two people yelling.

Xavior turned towards the door but the flames only sped higher above his head, dancing wildly among the shadows. Lhach got louder and louder so that Xavior didn't hear the pounding on the door. They non-stop crackling and hissing from the fire was almost as loud as Lhach himself. Then Xavior heard a gunshot. He turned around and Lhach had punched his fist into the wall so hard it left a huge dent. Lhach's fists where covered in blood.

"TEG YAPLEH EMWA MORF EM!" He wouldn't stop screaming. The scream was like a needle driving through Xavior's head.

The cloth over Lhach's eyes was turning red. Xavior only had one choice. He had to calm him down. Xavior, despite the noise, was able to concentrate long enough to force his mental powers into Lhach's mind. But what he found was not at all what was expected. Everything went quiet inside Xavior's mind and he felt a pulse. Lhach's pulse. Moving so fast you'd think he was having a heart attack. But, then there were two. Lhach had two pulses running through his body. Two beats beating at different rates. One staggering and one racing. But out of nowhere came the screaming again. Two voices like the two heartbeats. Lhach wasn't alone. But how was that possible? Xavior remembered what he to do but it wasn't working. Nothing could slow Lhach down. The screaming just got louder and louder until Xavior couldn't handle it. He let go of his grip on Lhach's mind and fell into darkness.

No., você não fará exame sobre outra vez = No, you won't take over again

batente…batente = stop…stop

saia, agora = leave, now

Weee…long chapter. The next one will explain more. I was listing to Linken Park: Reanimation the other day and when I heard the end of # 7 it sound like the signer (Chester Bennington ) was mumbling something and then you heard a faint screaming that got louder and louder and louder…until you could only hear the screaming. It's a great song. But that's what I was thinking of when I wrote about Lhach. Please review! thanks!