A/N: Sorry for taking so long. I thought this would be the last chapter, but the story decided to take a small turn. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please review.

Chapter Three

As the days went by, Todd kept on digging. It was almost day seven and he finally finished his hole. Of course, every now and then Pietro and Lance would push some dirt back into the hole, freaking Todd out.

"Please you guys," Todd said," I want to live."

"You do realize that day seven is tomorrow," Lance said, folding his arms with a grin on his face," Me, Fred, and Pietro are heading to our holes."

"What do you mean yo?" Todd asked, looking confused.

"It's suposed to happen really early in the morning," Lance said.

"Ya," Pietro said," You'll know when it happens. It should happen and you better be prepared."

Fred, Lance, and Pietro decided they were going to go to the mall, but told Todd they were leaving for their holes. Todd watched them leave.' Well,' Todd thought,' I best get stuff put down in the hole. I hope they live.' Wanda came down from her room and looked around. Everyone was gone, except for Todd.

"Hey," Todd said," You can share my hole with me."

Wanda just threw a hex bolt at him and left the house. Todd watched as she walked down the road. He thought for a second, then quickly went up to his room. He packed more bags and took them out to the hole. He put all his bags in a small corner of the hole. He looked up and then realized something. Why won't the fire touch him or go down into the hole? He decided that he would have to put something over the hole. He searched the house, but only found wood. He thought for awhile, then decided that metal would be the best thing, but the only thing made of metal were the beds in Mystique's room. He ran into the room and began destroying the bed. When he had enough pieces to cover the hole; he took them outside.

"Wait," Todd said to himself," How am I suposed to get into the hole after I put these on top?"

He thought for awhile, then ran in a grabbed all the food he could. He had put about six bags of food in the hole already, but that food was for the five days. This food that he was bringing out was for him to eat that day. He had also brought out a pan and a bucket. He put all the stuff next to his other stuff and slowly pulled the metal on top of the hole. He had to use his tongue to get the last board on though. He looked around his hole and thought it was very good. He dug a small spot and put the bucket in the small hole he just dug.

"There's the bathroo," Todd muttered to himself," I wonder if everyone else is at their holes?"

Fred, Lance, and Pietro had come out of the mall laughing. They stopped when they noticed the x-men. They slowly walked over to them.

"We don't want any trouble," Kitty said," We're just here to get something to eat."

"So, how is little hole boy doing?" Rogue asked.

"He has just finished his hole," Lance said," He is so stupid."

"What's going on that I don't know about?" Kurt asked.

"We convinced Todd that the earth was going to burn in seven days," Kitty said, getting a odd stare from Rogue," I mean, Rogue convinced him. The earth is going to burn tomorrow or at least he believes that."

"And why didn't you tell me about this?" Kurt asked.

"We thought it was obvious that he was busy with something when he didn't show up for school," Rogue said.

"I have this really cool idea," Pietro said," We should really make him believe the earth is burning."

"He already believes it," Rogue said.

"Not like that," Pietro said," We should have him stay down there for five days. I have this plan, but we need one person to help us with it."

"And who would that be?" Kurt asked.

"Pyro," Lance and Pietro said together.

Kurt, Kitty, and Rogue gave small evil grins as they figured out Pietro's plan. They would have to find Pyro though. So, they decided to go looking for him. It wouldn't take long, since Pyro never went that far.

"Pyro," Lance said, running over to a boy who was hiding in an alley way," We need your help."

"My help, why?" Pyro asked, standing up from his spot on the ground," Why should I help you?"

"It's a small prank-" Pietro never finished his sentence.

"Prank," Pyro said with a big grin," Why didn't you say that in the first place. Whatever prank it is, I'm in."