Author's Note: Okay Thanks to the one person who Reviewed. I appreciate it. I hope you like this Oh and I forgot a disclaimer last times so btw I don't own xmen or the characters, just Roxundra. Please Review. Um and if the time line seems funny it is like a two or three months after Logan left the team. I had someone email me about it so I just wanted to clarify the timeline. Thanks for reading, and please review. It gives good motivation to review to people's stuff. Btw this is rated M for language and smut later on. So if you don't like bad language, don't read it. I had someone say the language was too offensive in an email, but seriously it is rated M, what do you expect? Please Review.

Her arm healed within ten minutes, but it was damned painful. She cursed Victor during the entire ten minutes it took to heal too. She felt a twinge of hate, but smothered it. She didn't really want to hate someone who could possibly be the only person who understood how it felt not always being in complete control of ones actions.

She looked down at her arm. Even though it was now healed, it still hurt. It was funny how even having a healing complex, she still experienced pain. It was something that was learned, stay out of danger because she could feel pain. Healing powers doesn't mean you can't get hurt. Like tonight she was hurt. And it was all because she couldn't keep her mouth shut. Should have stayed out of danger, by being quiet.

She sighed and got up from what was left of her dresser. She was going to have to clean that up. But not right now, she was too tired. She laid back down, hugging her middle, trying to offer herself some sort of comfort. Her eyes closed and she willed sleep to come to her.

She might as well as stayed awake though. Her dreams haunted her of the night she killed those soldiers. It had been her first kills. She had only survived up to that point by doing the necessary, but hearing those screams of the two women, and hearing the pleasure filled grunts of the men, drove her to madness. Like now in her dream, she could still feel their skin ripping beneath her nails, her teeth piercing their skin. There cries of terror. Her stomach burned too. Before she had killed the last one, he had shot her.

It hurt to the point she forced herself to wake up. The worst part about killing those men was the women had ran screaming for their lives. But she couldn't necessarily expect a thank you. She had just massacred fifteen men within five minutes. She would have ran too if she had been those women. She sighed and tried to force herself sleep through the nightmares.

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"Tell me you don't think she is beautiful." demanded Wade as he waved his samurai sword back in forth in front of her. "So, this is the love of your life?" Roxundra asked as she tried to eat her breakfast that Bolt had made. The man should really rethink cooking ever again. She had tasted some bad things before, but in all honesty, cardboard wasn't her favorite taste in the world. "Yes! Oh my. You have no idea. How could I not love her? She has protected me so many times. I love her." said Wade with a wide smile that only made him more handsome in his madness. She smiled awkwardly as she played with what she thought were eggs on her plate.

"I guess that is lovely Wade." she said. He continued to speak, but all she could think about was that she really wanted to sleep. After her nightmare about Germany, she had nightmares about Victor. She knew that he was in fact stronger than her. She knew it to the point that she dreamed about him loosing control and killing her in one swipe to her face. She sighed.

"You aren't listening. I am trying to tell you about how she saved me two days ago." complained Wade. "Wade, I think you need a girlfriend." she said with a smile.

"Who needs a girlfriend when I have Erika. I also have Kathryn, but Erika is my favorite, she is the love of my life." he said with a beaming smile.

"You really named your swords?" she asked as she made a face at him.

"It is no different than naming your breasts, or a car." he said offhandedly.

"I haven't named my breasts and I have never named a car." she said as she tried to eat the eggs.

"Roxundra, don't think about it. It is a guy thing." explained John as he too made a face about the eggs.

"How do you even know there isn't a better sword out there?" asked Fred.

Wade laughed. "Well, when you find the right sword, you just know. It is the way the when you unsheathe it and it catches your eye. The way the hilt feels in your hand. The way she sings to you while she is in the air. It is the way you feel while she is at your side." Wade explained with a smile. "Wade, shut up." said Chris as he shook his head. Wade sighed but shut up.

"Bolt, don't ever cook again." said Fred as he force fed himself. "Told you assholes I couldn't cook." said Chris as he flipped channels on the television.

She closed her eyes and tried to block these men out. They kept talking and all she wanted was silence so she could ask her questions. She sighed, realizing that she wasn't going to be able to ask her questions until later.

She opened her eyes and made eye contact with Zero. She didn't like the way he looked at her. He had that look in his eye like he was aiming at her. It made her skin crawl. But she didn't look away, she wasn't going to let Zero intimidate her. Even though it wasn't too hard for her to understand that he intimidated her easily due to the fact that his guns seemed attached to his hip. She looked away and went back to trying to eat her breakfast.

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Two Days Later

Wade had proven to be a good friend, but he exhausted her when he spoke. John had also proved to be a good friend, he was funny and entertained her. But Fred had become her best friend. It was funny how someone who had given her the creeps from the beginning became her best friend (as much as a best friend she would find in this place). Maybe it was because he introduced her to her new favorite past time, boxing. There wasn't much to do other than to box, cook, clean, or watch television. She might be a woman but cleaning and cooking weren't her forte'. And she could only watch television so long before she went stir crazy. Plus he told her everything where the others still held their secrets about Liberty Island.

They weren't really Mercenaries. They were mutant hunters, well that was pretty much what they were. They brought in other mutants for some kind of scientific testing. Now one would tell her what weapon X really was. She had asked Fred, but he didn't know, otherwise he would tell her. She had concluded in her mind that they must be creating something, otherwise why they hell would they go through all this trouble to hunt down mutants for just testing?

But that didn't matter as of yet for her. She had been here two days thus far and she still hadn't gone on a mission, and still wasn't aloud out of the "barracks".

She dodged Fred's massive fist as it came to her middle. She liked boxing, it helped her stay on her toes. They had been at it for twenty minutes, and she could smell not only Fred's sweat, she could smell that he was tired. She could do this all day, but she understood it was hard to keep up with someone who was faster than you. "Okay Fred, lets take a break." she said as she dodged another punch. She saw the relief pass over his face. He leaned back in his corner, breathing hard.

"Good fight." he mumbled as he drank some water. Sweat dripped off his chin. She had really worked him hard. "Yeah, it was." she said. They had started boxing together he first real day at the barracks. And he admitted that it was the best work out he had ever had. He even told Wade that he didn't want to work out with him anymore. But she just though that was because Fred like her company. She leaned in her own corner and shut her eyes to rest.

She smelled Victor as he entered the room. She felt his eyes burring into her. She hadn't seen him since he had broken her arm, which was fine now. He smelled clean, and still of the earth. She like this natural smell on him. She tried not to think about him. She really should hate him. She should never want to think about him again. But it was hard not to, especially when he was staring at her. Her stomach growled and she opened her eyes. That was right, she hadn't eaten today. "Fred I am hungry." she said as she climbed out of the ring, after taking her gloves off. She stepped into the kitchen area and went straight to the refrigerator. She pulled out the strawberries that Wade had bought her. It was nice of him to go grocery shopping for her since she couldn't do so by herself.

She put six strawberries into a bowl and rinsed them off. She sat down at the table and brought a strawberry to her mouth. Slowly she bit into it and savored the taste. She stopped when she smelled desire. When she smelled the desire radiating off of Fred, it didn't bother her. But it was the desire that radiated off of Victor that bothered her. Well not so much as bothered her as much as it confused her. She ate the strawberry, but after the one she had lost her appetite. She looked up and saw Victor staring at her from the couch he was sitting on in front of the television.

"Fred, I think I am done for the day. I am going to get a shower." she said as she stood up quickly. The smell of Victor's desire disturbed her. She had to get out of the room. She heard him snort as she turned down the right hallway. She retreated to a bathroom. Inside it cut off the smell. It made her head stop spinning too. She would never have thought to smell that on him. It probably wasn't even directed at her, but she liked the way it smelled. All that desire just over the way she ate strawberries. She sighed. She would never eat strawberries again.

She took a quick shower and washed away her thoughts of Victor. She stepped out of the shower and dried off. She wasn't sure who afforded them such luxuries as pure cotton towels, but all she knew was she liked them. There was something in the softness of the towel that soothed her. She then put on fresh clothes that she had set out earlier for later on tonight. Stryker had lied to her about getting her new clothes. She was still wearing clothes courtesy of Wade Wilson. She pulled on one of his wife beaters and his sweat pants. She sighed. It wasn't like she wasn't grateful, it was just she still didn't have undergarments, and she sure as hell didn't want to ask to borrow boxers, or whatever the hell Wade wore.

"Hey bitch, Stryker's here." called Victor from the other side of the door. That was it. Her blood boiled. She wasn't a woman who put up with being called bitch. She could only take so much of Victor, even if she didn't want to hate him. Even though she was sort of attracted to him, even though she shouldn't have been. She should just try being attracted to Wade, but no, her senses like Victor for the most part. She snatched the door open, tearing it off the hinges. For a moment, surprise passed over his face. Her rage was something that he wasn't familiar with. Nor was her power when she was like this. She lunged at him, knocking him back into the wall. Her claws sank into his shoulders and her canines sank into the side of his neck. He growled in pain. He tried to pry her off of him, but couldn't. Her rage made her strong and in the hallway she was able to overpower him.

He wound his hand into her hair and tried to pull her off of him hard. Which only made her rip into his skin more. "Let go bitch." he growled loudly into her ear. "Enough!" boomed Stryker's voice. She immediately let Victor go. When she went to move away from him, he grabbed her throat. With all the might he could muster from being hurt he shoved her back into the wall behind her. Her head split and she cried out in pain. She felt blood trickling down her neck instantly. She really did need to calm down when she was around him so she could avoid things like this. But he made it so hard for her not to want to kill him. Such mixed emotions over one man.

Victor let go of her though and walked away from her, leaving her alone in the hallway, bleeding. She heard a door slam, assuming he had left the barracks. Her head spun. Either I need to get along with him, or just kill him. Killing him sounded promising, very promising. It took two minutes to heal. And when she did, she still felt like shit. Not only did she feel like shit, she was embarrassed that this kept happening to her. Note to self, don't fight someone unless you know you are going to win, she told herself as she stood up with the help up Fred who had finally come to her late rescue. "You have blood on your clean clothes." he whispered as he took a towel from the bathroom and tried to help wipe the blood off of her neck and back, as well as her hair. "Thank you, Fred." she said.

Stryker came to stand before her. "Glad to see you have made at least one friend here. I was going to tell you, I thought it might be time to let you go on a mission, but it seems like that wont be so because you still can't even control yourself within these walls." said Stryker. "Please, I can go. This won't happen again. I promise." she didn't know she had begged until it was too late. But she was stir crazy. She didn't want to be locked up anymore. She wanted to walk in the dirt, and feel a cool breeze on her face. Two days and she felt like she had been in prison for fifteen years. She needed to go outside.

"So eager to please are you?" asked Stryker with a smile. "Yes." she said quickly, too quickly for her own tastes. "Well I will make a deal with you. If you can apologize to Victor by tonight, I will let you go with us in the morning." he said. She gritted her teeth. She wasn't a damned child who should have to put up with being spoken to like that. Just deal with it, you want out. She needed to go with them, to understand what they really did. She couldn't last one more day in this place without a little freedom. "I will apologize." she whispered. "That is my dear." said Stryker with a smile.

"Then tomorrow it is." she whispered.

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She had spent the rest of her day in front of the television after taking another long hot shower. "So, Rox, where are you from?" asked Fred, who sat next to her. She was silent as she thought, She wasn't thinking about his question, she was thinking about how his arm was carelessly thrown around her shoulders. He had done it and she hadn't protested it, but it didn't make it any less awkward. She liked Fred, but she didn't "like" Fred. "I don't know, just Europe, I guess. I have always been an orphan and since I was 14 I have been homeless. But I would have to guess, Swedish, my name sounds Swedish." she said, it was a lie though, she didn't even know what her name sounded like. She had no clues where the hell she came from. But that didn't bother her. She didn't need to know her origins to know who she was.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him nod. She felt sorry for him, he was naive for a man. She had been warned he did this to most of the women he met. It was a big couch and he chose to sit as close to her as he could. The nearness only bothered her because she didn't want him to get too attached to the point she had to hurt his feelings, because she did like the man as a friend.

As they watched a boxing match on a sports channel, she started to doze lightly. She heard him chuckle and she turned to look at him. "What?" she asked as her eyes became heavy. "If you are tired, go to bed." he said with his big goofy grin. "But I have to wait until he gets back, plus I want to know who wins." she whispered as she turned back to look at the television.

Fred pulled her close so her head rested on his shoulder. She tensed at contact and looked up at him. He wasn't looking at her, he was dazed by the fight. She wasn't sure what she should do. As she opened her mouth to speak he finally looked down at her. She needed to talk to him now about this, before he got too attached. But he cut her off before she could say anything. He bent down and placed a small kiss on her lips. It was sweet, she wouldn't lie about that. But it was all wrong. She didn't have feelings for him, and wouldn't ever. "Fred, I can't." she said as she moved away from him.

He sighed and looked at her. His blue eyes intense with intelligence. She had never seen that in his eyes since she had met him. "I know. I just wanted to see what it was like." he said as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Fred knew she didn't like him, yet he had kissed her. He knew she wouldn't like him, yet he wanted to hold her. Plus he was smarter than they gave him credit for. She hugged him then, not sure what else to do. He hugged back, like a friend should. When she let go, she was thankful that he stood up.

"I am going to hit the hay. Good luck saying sorry to Victor. If you need any help, just holler." he said as he went to his room. She watched him go. The awkwardness leaving her as she watched him disappear. She let out a breath she hadn't known she had been holding. Poor Fred, he was a good guy, but he deserved a girl who would really liked him. Not some whore tattooed on his arm, or a girl who couldn't like him. He needed a woman who could love all the man that he was, and Fred was a lot of man.

She turned back to the television. She continued to watch the boxing match until it was finished. The man that Fred had been rooting for won with a good left hook. His opponent dropped like she was going to drop if she lost her temper around Victor again. She knew she wasn't stronger than him, but sometimes she felt like they were evenly matched.

She stood up when she heard to door open. Her lip curled in disgust as she met the eyes of Zero. She despised this man. He wreaked of fresh gun powder, and that set her on edge more than Victor could ever do. "How sweet. You waited up for me." he said with a fake smile. He didn't like her either. She could see the hate in his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself." she hissed.

"Well who else could you be waiting for?" he joked, just trying to piss her off. Give me one good reason to shoot you bitch, is what his eyes said to her. "Why do you have to have a reason? If you want to shoot me, just fucking do it." she said as she relaxed. She was safe and she knew it. Zero wouldn't touch her unless she touched him. And she had no desires to touch him. He looked at her, disgusted. He knew that he couldn't touch her, but he wanted to put one between her eyes. How would she look with a bullet lodged between her eyes? Beautiful.

"As much as I would love to put you out of your misery, I am too tired." he said as he started to his room. "Pussy." she mumbled as he left her alone. She went to sit down, but stopped when she heard Victor enter. She turned back to the door and heard him sigh. "Can't you leave me alone for one moment?" he asked as he looked at her, knowing she was still awake, waiting for him.

She wanted to scream at him, but instead put on a fake smile. "I guess not. We might be destined for me to aggravate you the rest of your life." she joked as she sat on the arm of the couch to stare at him. He came closer to her on instinct, he wanted to fight her again, they had a lot of unfinished business as of yet. "We need to talk." she said. No, we need to just fight to the death already and get it over with, he though. "And what the hell would we need to talk about?" he asked.

"We need to talk about how you need to stop expecting me to just back down to you. We need to talk about how we need to stop antagonizing each other. And I need to say sorry for earlier." she said. He came to stand a foot away from her. He looked at her skeptically. "No, we need to talk about how you need to respect me." he said before he could stop himself. She laughed. The sound of her laugh was musical, sweet, and all her. It was a real laugh to something that she truly found funny. He liked the sound, even though he would never admit it to anyone but himself.

"I can't do that until I get to know you. And if we are going to talk about respect, then I would assume for me to respect you, that would have to mean you have to respect me too." she said with a smile. He refrained from growling at her. It was true though. If he was going to demand her respect he would have to show her respect too. It sickened him to think about giving her respect, as much as it sickened her to think of respecting him. He sighed defeated with this woman on this subject. He was too tired to really argue this point.

"I am sorry though. About biting you." she said in a mere whisper. He nodded. There was nothing else to say. That was until he caught a peculiar scent. He grabbed both sides of the face in his hands and got close to her. He was close enough to kiss her. He inhaled the scent on her lips. His nose almost touching her. Fred. He smelled Fred on her lips. He let her go with a push and backed away before she could react negatively. "You kissed Fred?" he asked with a laugh. She blushed dark rosy color that contrasted with her alabaster skin.

"No, he kissed me." she whispered.

Oddly, he found himself very curious about the kiss. Was it simple? Or was it passionate? Had she kissed him back and just didn't want to tell him she had kissed Fred back?

"Why? Jealous?" she joked, trying to make this less awkward. She didn't want him to poke fun at the situation between her and Fred. "And what if I was?" he said as he came to stand closer to her. She backed up into the couch, trying to get away from him, but only managed to stumbled over the arm of the couch and onto the cushions. He grinned down at her. He was playing a game with her. She wasn't sure what the game was, but it made her uncomfortable. It became hot in the room. He still stood too close for her liking, his legs grazing hers that hung over the arm of the couch. He was learning quickly that this girl wasn't only young in her feral years, she was also pretty inexperienced in the art of teasing. How long had she lived in which she didn't know about proper teasing? He oddly wanted to teach her. Becaue he, Victor Creed, was the master of those types of things.

"I can't accept your apology." he said. She growled. "What do you mean?" she asked harshly.

"I can't accept your apology until you do something for me." he said with a smile.

"What could I ever do for you that would make you forgive me?" she asked exasperated. It took him a moment to answer, he had to think of something that would really get to her. Victor was evil at that moment in all senses of the word.

"I want you to sleep with Zero." he said, it was the first thing he could come up with. It was childish, but childish antics weren't so far outside of his game. It was the only thing other than him that he knew that she hated.

She made a face as she stood up. "I would rather sleep with you." she spat without thinking. He looked taken aback by her confession. He had expected her to complain about it, not tell him she would rather fuck him. When she looked at his face, she immediately regretted saying that. "I would rather you just break my arm again than sleep with either of you." she said hurriedly, trying to wipe that look off his face. He seemed to actually be considering her as someone to sleep with. It was like he just realized that she was a woman he could sleep with, is that she thought he looked like.

His eyes seemed to roam her body for the first time. He rose an eyebrow in thought. He had seen better looking girls, but she wasn't bad. She had soft curves, and was nice and slender. He could fuck her, he decided after sizing her up. He had only seen her as the girl who he could fight, but fucking her wasn't a bad idea. What would it feel for her to bite him in a sexual way? He wanted to find out. "No Victor." she said when she recognized that look in his eye. He liked the way she said his name too. How would it sound in the heat of passion?

He seemed to snap back into reality. She is still like a girl, he told himself. She might be a woman in human years, but the animal in her was still too young for even him. He sighed, maybe one day he could find out. "Then I want you to sleep with Zero." he laughed. "No. I would rather you break every bone in my body." she said.

"That can be arranged." he said. "But unless you want me to tell Stryker that I accepted your apology, then you will do what I say." he said.

It was her turn to laugh.

"Maybe, you didn't hear Stryker correctly. He said I needed to say sorry. He said nothing about you accepting my apology. Even though it would be nice for you to do so, that way the animosity can end." she said, still giggling. He growled then. She was right though. He didn't have to accept the apology, it was as long as she apologized. "I can always say you didn't apologize." he said, hoping to take this further. "I guess you could, but I could always tell him that you tried to hurt me again. I am good at pretending to be hurt, when I need to be." she said.

What kind of things was she hiding from the team? And who was she really? "What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"Let me just say that a homeless girl has to know her tricks." she said as she got off of the couch and started towards her room. That sent chills up his spine involuntarily. What kind of things was she really hiding about herself? What was she really capable of? And how could one statement make him so afraid of her?

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He was learning that he had no fear of this woman, it was just the longer he spent with her, the more his head swam with questions. It was her first mission, and the more he watched her the more she reminded him of Logan. They were tracking a mutant with ice powers, and she was having a hard time coping with the idea that they were using violence against someone who hadn't provoked it.

He watched as the mutant stormed her, and all she did was protect herself, she did nothing to attack the mutant back. Fascinating. But what wasn't fascinating was when he went to attack to mutant, and she grabbed a hold of his arm. Victor looked back at her confused. "Please don't hurt her." she said as she looked at the mutant. He growled and snatched his arm away, but all of his bloodlust was gone.

She was more persuasive than Logan had ever been over him. The other teammates noticed this too. Victor backed down like he had never done before for anyone else other than Stryker and Logan. He stood beside her, glowering at the mutant that they were trying to capture. Rox stared at Victor, realization sinking in that she had got him to stop. It fell onto Zero, who shot the girl with a tranquillizer. She stumbled around and reached out to Rox. It was like the girl knew that Rox would help her if she could.

But the thing was, she couldn't. She watched as the girl slipped to the ground in unconsciousness. He turned to her and whispered, "We need to talk later."

She nodded, she knew she was going to get an earful. And better from Victor than Stryker though.

He grabbed her wrist and headed back towards the helicopter that had brought them here. He shoved her up into the bay. She went to protest when his hand pushed her butt, making her fall into the helicopter. But his glare made her shut up. All day she had been trying her hardest to get along with him. It was proving nearly impossible though. He had to stop treating her like he was the alpha, the leader. As far as she was concerned he was the dirt under her shoe.

He climbed in and lifted her up into her seat. He sat next to her and made room for the rest of the team. Wade passed the unconscious girl up to Victor. He then sat her in the floor with a gentleness that Rox didn't know Victor could possess. Her eyes turned to the "sleeping" mutant. She was so young. How could they do this to people? What had she gotten herself into?

"Just make yourself numb to it." he whispered for only her to hear. "Is that what you do?" she whispered. He laughed. "No, I just don't care about them." he said.

"Yeah, you only care about yourself." she whispered back. He laughed and sat back. It was true, he only cared about himself. He used to care about Logan, it was a brotherly bond, but now he resented Logan. "You should try it sometime, caring for only yourself, it feels nice." he said. She snorted but braced herself as the helicopter took off.

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"Lets talk now." he said as he entered her room. She turned around to hide her nakedness from him. "Can it wait until I finish getting dressed?" she said as she pulled on some blue jeans that Stryker had finally provided for her. "You don't have anything I haven't seen." he said as he laid on her bed, making himself comfortable in her scent. She pulled on her shirt then turned to look at him. She frowned when she found him on her bed. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Making myself comfortable." he said.

"So what do you want to talk about?" she asked with a sigh, not wanting to argue with him about him being on her bed.

"I want to talk about how you need to never do what you did to me today ever again." he said as he put his hands behind his head. "Do what?" she asked. He sighed. "When I go to attack, don't stop me." he growled. "But you would have killed her if I hadn't stopped you." she said. "It doesn't matter if I would have killed her!" he yelled as he stood up and backed her into a wall. Their scents mingled together, and she supressed a smile. She liked the way they smelled together.

And apparently he did too. He pressed himself to her and inhaled her. She felt weak when he was pressed against her. She liked this too much. She could feel the entire length of his body against her and it was intoxicating. "Don't stop me again." he said. She wondered if that had a double meaning. She wanted him to touch her. She could have had any of these men if she wanted them, but she was beginning to think she wanted just Victor. Maybe the animal in her wanted him. But she was feeling like the human wanted him too.

He grasped her hips roughly as he buried his nose into the hollow spot on her neck. Her skin tingled, and she placed her hands on his chest. "Victor." she breathed as he kissed her neck. Her knees trembled. "Victor, stop." she whispered huskily. "You don't really want me too." he whispered into her ear. His breath hot, whispering across her flesh. It took every fiber of her body not to jump him right then and there. "Yes. Yes I do." she said, her voice growing in volume. She didn't want him to stop, but then again she did. She needed him to stop, she couldn't let a killer such as him try to take advantage of her.

She pushed him away finally and he laughed. She growled at him. He was toying with her, again. She should have known he was toying with her. She didn't even smell desire. She just smelled his earthy sweet smell. He continued to laugh, until she shoved passed him and exited the room. Her face was as red as a stop sign, and she wanted out.

She made a run for it. She slung the front door open and ran. She still wasn't aloud to leave, but she needed an escape. But she didn't get far. Wade tackled her to the ground. She growled and bit him like a wild animal. "Come on Rox. We have to get back in, otherwise they will kill you." he said. She stilled and looked around. There were guards posted all over the base, and already two of them had their guns pointed at her.

A gun was a threat she understood. It was a threat that made her get back up and go back inside to face Victor.

He was seated on the couch, acting like he hadn't almost made her jump his bones a moment ago. She went back to her room after thanking Wade for pretty much saving her life. She laid down and thought. She had to get out. She had to leave this place. That was when she decided, next mission she was gone. She was going to run and she wasn't ever going to look back at this horrible place. Yes, she had friends here, but what kind of friends were they when it didn't bother them to do this on a daily basis to other mutants.

She needed to get out, and far far away from Victor. She knew if she stayed around, she wouldn't be able to resist him, and she didn't want to end up as another "notch" on his belt. She sighed, and laid down. Someone knocked on the door and she groaned. Fred entered. "You are going to leave aren't you." he said in a whisper. "No." she lied. She knew if Victor was still in the barracks, he would be able to hear her. So she lied to her "best" friend. "I would go if I was you." he said.

Fred was testing her. Someone had put him up to this. "I am staying here, Fred. I have no where else to go." she said. He sighed and scratched his head. "Fred, I am tired." she said as she yawned. He nodded and left her alone.

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Morning came, but she was already up. Sitting in the door frame of the front door, watching the sunrise. She wanted to laugh as the guards stared at her, but she wasn't breaking any rules by watching a sunrise inside of the barracks. "What are you doing?" asked Zero. "Tell me Zero, what does it look like I am doing?" she asked in a harsh tone. He grunted. The sun was two quarters of the way up. She sighed, this moment ruined by Zero's presence.

"Why don't you run? I am sure you are faster than those humans can shoot." he whispered in her ear. It made her skin crawl. She hadn't noticed that he was so close to her. "Zero, get away from me." she whispered. "Why?" he asked as he came closer so his chest grazed her shoulders. She stiffened and looked back at him. What was he doing?

"Zero?"

"What? Do I frighten you?" he asked as his face came too close to hers. What was this? Everyone falling for Rox week? Surely Zero wouldn't sink so low as to try to even like her. But then she felt it. Cold metal, pressed to her back, hidden from others by his seemingly friendly closeness. "I want you to run. I want to see if you are faster than me." he whispered into her ear. "I bet you would get off on that." she said, louder than she needed too. She wasn't sure if Victor was there, but if he was, she hoped he heard her. "I might. I suggest you start running." he said in a low growl.

That was when she grabbed him, rolling under him so he was on top of her. "Help!" she screamed as she struggled underneath him. He was trying to get of off her, but she held him close, that was until Fred and Victor both came to her rescue. Victor was there first, throwing Zero off of her, and Fred helped her stand up.

Zero stood up, his gun lost to him in the mayhem, as well as the meaning that just happened. "What the hell were you doing?" asked Fred as he looked to Zero. "Nothing, the bitch grabbed me and pulled me on top of her." he said. "Likely story. What is your problem?" asked John as the rest of the men entered the room. "I am fucking serious." he screamed. "You was on top of her, with your gun to her stomach." said Fred though.

Victor turned and looked at Rox. She looked like she was frightened, but he could smell her delight. Were these the tricks she had spoken of? He could say something, but he didn't. He kept his mouth shut, he too enjoyed seeing everyone hate Zero as much as he did. It was childish antics of hers, but it more than likely saved her life today.

He could tell that something was happening to make her pull such a stunt. Was Zero trying to make target practice out of her?

"Don't fucking touch her again." growled Victor. He didn't have to fight for her, she could take care of herself but he wanted Zero to understand that she wasn't someone for him to mess with. "Fuck this." said Zero as he left the building. "Are you okay?" asked Wade. "She is fine." said Victor for her. She looked up into his eyes. Her eyes were an unnatural green now. She enjoyed Zero's frustration too much. Wade nodded and went back to his room. A collection of sighs filled the room and everyone left, except Victor and Rox.

"Go take a shower. I can smell him all over you." said Victor in disgust. He didn't like the way she smelled with Zero on her. She nodded and complied to his demand.