Yey! I'm actually starting a sequel for the first time ever! WooT! I'm so excited and nervous too, of course. I wonder which one would be better. This one or the last one? Anyway, I hope you'll like this. And by the way, constructive criticisms are appreciated and needed. ^^ ENJOY!

Part One: START ALL OVER

It was hot and humid despite of the darkness which surrounded a small village which used to be peaceful, but now, was just turned into rumbles. The moon sat like a pearl on black velvet as it looked down on the small village. It was in its most horrible state. Dead bodies were lying around, littering the village. Some tents were burned down and the awful odor of rotting flesh flared in the nostrils of eight men who were all looking around the village, searching for something. Something which they had been looking for for the past year.

Victor Creed, a man with brown hair with long sideburns that reached his lower jaw, growled lowly as he kicked a dead body which was blocking his way. He felt sweaty and dirty, but he didn't care at all. Who cared if he smelled like dirt? No one. Who cared if he was covered in blood? No one. All of them were all covered in blood, so he felt no remorse about it. It was his purpose to do so. He was an animal which everyone should be afraid of. He could rip of anyone apart without second thoughts. He was just doing his job.

"C'mon, Victor. Let's go," a man with ridiculously styled hair said. He was shorter than Victor, and the two resembled each other. They were brothers after all. Logan gestured towards the others who were all heading back to their chopper.

"I think we haven't clean this place up yet," Victor said, raising his chin up taking a whiff of the lingering scent in the air. It was familiar but at the same time, a mystery to Victor. It was just...strange. "Just leave the innocent person alone," Logan hissed, shaking his brother's shoulder.

"No," Victor snapped, shrugging his hand off. He ran back towards the village, following the scent. Logan rolled his eyes, but followed his older brother. Even if Logan was sick and tired of looking after his body, it was still his duty to stick with him. They were brothers after all. It was a job which they cannot runaway from, no matter what the circumstances were. Sometimes, Logan hates it, but he knew that Victor really needed him just like how Logan depended on him too. It was something no one could change.

Victor passed by several scent. It's either the tents were burned down, or was empty. No scent was coming out from any tents except for the scent from the dead bodies. But there was one particular tent which stank of someone who was alive. It was a woman. Victor sensed. The scent made him intrigued. There was something peculiar about it. It was familiar, but it was as if he had forgotten about it. A forgotten scent. But that was impossible, he thought. He never forgets a scent. EVER.

Reaching the tent, he entered inside, seeing how cramped it was. He have to crouched a little bit because he might hit his head on the top of the tent. It was funny how people could live in that small tent. He could barely fit in it. The scent filled his nostrils. Turning to his right, he saw a young man with blond hair and pale skin, huddled at the corner with her knees pulled up to her chest and her face buried in her arms. He couldn't see her face, but somehow, his heart kept on beating faster. It was unusual since he had forgotten that he even had a heart.

"Hey," he barked, taking a step towards her. His claws were getting longer and deadlier as he neared her. He didn't care if she wouldn't look up at him, because either way, he was just going to kill her. She was just a dirt on the road he was taking.

The woman didn't look up as if she didn't hear anything.

Victor narrowed his eyes on her. There was something strange about her. He couldn't understand but it was as if killing her would only make him feel bad. "Hey," he said, warily. Taking another step forward, he felt like something was blocking his way. He couldn't get nearer. He forced himself to take another step but something kept on pushing him back. Frustrated and angry, he lunged himself at her, finally catching her attention. She looked up at him, staring straight as his dark eyes. Blue orbs met darker ones. And for a moment, Victor was thrown out of the tent.

"Are you alright?" Logan asked, looking down at Victor as he stood beside him.

Victor scrambled to his feet, gritting his teeth angrily. What was with the girl? Pushing Logan aside, he got back inside the tent, but he froze on his tracks as he saw the woman, now standing and staring intently at his face. And at that moment, he felt like he was crumbling under her heavy powerful gaze.

Piper

The name rang inside his head, making him feel weak and useless. After all these years, why did he have to remember her. He had been living his life, forgetting him. Denying her presence in his past memories. She was the reason why he was becoming like this. She was the reason why he had even forgotten that he had a heart. No. That was an understatement. She was the one who took his heart and never returned it to him. A new rage blossomed inside him. Charging, he raised his clawed arm, ready to slash on the woman in front of him who painfully reminded him of her. He was getting nearer and nearer. The light blue eyes stared emptily at him. Those eyes used to be full of life, now it was just hollow. Those eyes used to haunt him, but now, he had forgotten how beautiful it was.

Something made Victor stop. An invisible force held him on his place. He was now standing in front of her. She was just so close that he could reach out for her. Her warm breath washed over his face as she studied his face. Her pale slender hand reached up to touch his face. It was cold, but somehow, Victor felt all warm inside. Nevertheless, he didn't show it. He returned her dark alluring gaze.

"Who are you?" she asked. The voice, she sounded like Piper. Her touch felt like Piper's too. She was Piper.

"Who are you?" Victor snapped.

"I don't know who I am," she whispered, not withdrawing her hand. "Victor."

Victor became tensed. His whole body became rigid and cold. It was then he realized that she was poking inside his head. It had been a long time since he had tried to block those filthy telepaths out of his head, but nevertheless, he quickly put up a barrier around his thoughts, glaring at the girl in front of him.

"How strange, you're blocking me," she mumbled. Finally she put her hand back to her side. "You look familiar."

Suddenly, Logan entered the tent, as well as Zero and Wade Wilson.

"Interesting, Victor has a girlfriend," Wade teased, chuckling.

Logan watched with renewed interest. This was unusual. Why was Victor acting so strangely? He wasn't even in his offensive stance.

"I'll deal with it," Zero said, pulling out his gun and was about to shoot at the unknown woman, when Stryker entered just in time to stop him. "Put that one down. We don't have to kill her," Stryker ordered. As obedient as Zero was, he hesitantly put his gun back to its holster.

"How interesting," Stryker mused. "Zero, do we have any tranquilizers. We have to put her to sleep."

Zero smirked. They always had a tranquilizers in hand just in case.

"I think she'll be of use to us," Stryker said, patting Zero's shoulder. "Put her down."

Wade chuckled evilly. "That sounds tempting."

Logan scowled at him. "Yup, it sounds tempting because I personally want to shoot you with those babies so that you'll be able to shut up," he snapped.

Wade shrugged. "Unfortunately, I talk when I sleep."

Logan rolled his eyes at him but didn't say anything anymore.

Zero, ready to shoot the mysterious woman with a tranquilizer, pulled the trigger and the tranquilizer found its way to her neck. In that instant, Victor felt like he could move again. The woman fell on her knees, her eyes wide and within a few seconds, she was unconscious. Victor crouched down, feeling her pulse. Growling lowly, he stood up and walked away. He pushed away the three men blocking his way, irked.

Wade whistled. "Wonder what made him pissed," he said. "Well, I guess he doesn't like being pushed around by girls. Well, who would? Women are too...naggy."

"Naggy?" Logan repeated.

"Yup. Naggy."

Shaking his head from side to side, Logan walked towards the woman, carrying her. As he looked down at her, he was surprised at how familiar her face was. Her blond hair. Her small sweet features pasted on a small, heart-shaped face. Even her height. It was all familiar. She was like...Piper.

Logan's heart seemed to skip a beat as he continued to study her features. Yup, he wasn't mistaken. She was definitely like Piper. But the Piper he knew was dead. He had seen her dying in his arms. He shook his head, not wanting to see the same scene all over again. It had been haunting him every night. But he could explain what he was feeling as he stared at her. He felt...glad as if he had found what he had been looking for his whole life, but how could it be her? She was dead. Right? Unless...

"Her power isn't what it seems to be."

Maestro's face came back to Logan. What if she had the same abilities like them? What if at that time, she survived...?

All those possibilities came flooding inside his head. But it was all What ifs. He needed to find out. He got a lot of questions for her which she had to answer. She just got to.

"You know, if you continue staring at her, she might melt," Wade suddenly said, interrupting Logan's thoughts.

Logan glared at him. "Just shut up, Wade," he said, threateningly.

"Hey, I'm just saying," Wade said, defensively. "And anyway, you wouldn't want to drop the pretty lass, right?" He winked at Logan and then laughed out loud.

Zero sighed but didn't say anything.

Logan rolled his eyes.

"Do you know her?" Zero asked.

"Maybe."

And that made Wade chuckle.

"What's with you?" Logan snapped at him.

"You're getting a little forgetful, old man," Wade taunted.

Logan's glare deepened. "Say one more word and I will pop my claws inside your head, so fast that you don't even know what hit you."

"Bring it on," Wade said, cockily.

Before Logan could say anything, Stryker butt in their conversation. "Stop acting like children," Stryker said, giving them a serious look. "Now get in the damn plane."

Without any protests, Logan, Zero and Wade climbed in the plane. Logan laid the woman on the bench beside him. Victor sat across him, looking bitterly at the woman, scowling. Wade wedged himself between Victor and John. "Nothing like sitting beside your devil and your angel," Wade said, referring Victor as the devil while John was the angel. John chuckled. "If Victor hears that, you'll regret those words," he joked.

Victor didn't say anything. He silently glowered at the woman.

"Wow, it's seems like it's the first time I've seen a woman for years," Fred boomed, sitting beside Logan.

"How about the woman who you said you love?" Logan asked, referring to the woman tattooed on his left arm. Blob shrugged. "I dunno."

Logan laughed. Stryker got in, taking his usual seat. "Bradley."

Without waiting for Styker to finish what he was going to say, Bradley was on it. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the plane, flying it like an average pilot.

"Well men, we've got the wrong place so we'll have to start all over again," Stryker said.

Everyone groaned in protest except for Victor and the silent and obedient Bradley. He never reacted on anything. But Victor, on the other hand, wasn't even paying attention to what Stryker had said. He was just starting intently at the unconscious girl.

Wade nudged John and whispered. "What's this? Is there something wrong with Victor today? Must have slashed his own mouth while scratching his chin. I told him to cut his nails short," Wade kidded, laughing at his own joke.

Victor turned to him. "You wanna file my nails for me?" he said, showing off his signature smirk.

Wade raised an eyebrow. That wasn't the reaction he was expecting from hotheaded guy. Usually, Victor would react violently on whatever comment Wade had.

A smile found its way to the faces of everyone in the plane. It seemed like Wade had finally ran out of a comeback statement.

"What's wrong Wade? Lost your mouth as well as your pride?" Fred said, laughing.

Amidst the laughter erupting from every man inside the plane, Victor was silent. He just couldn't take his mind off the woman. The way she looked at him. Everything about her, even the way she moved, reminded him of Piper. But it was impossible. She died because of him. He killed her. For years he had finally convinced himself that he killed her. If he didn't get involve with that guy, it wouldn't have ended this way. Victor rubbed his face with his hand. All those thinking made him tired. Sneaking a glance at the unconscious pale girl, Victor sighed and tried to push those thoughts away from his mind. It was all in the past. He wasn't the same Victor anymore. He was somebody else now. He was a killer. It's his job.

Well, I hope you like it...sorry if my writing sucks, but everyone has a room for improvement so...please REVIEW and tell me what you think...^^