A/N: Hey, Everyone! Here is the ninth chapter! Fist off, I apologize for the shortness of the chapter. I will be honest, I am not sure where this story is going, but, as long as you keep reading, I will keep writing. Sometime this month or next month, I will be editing the past chapters. It will just be some cleaning up of the typos and grammatical errors. I also want to make sure the timing of the whole story is realistic, so the time setting of this story may change. So, yeah, that will be all. Read on.

Disclaimer: So... I was told to write one of these. I do not own X-men: Evo. I am not that awesome.

9.

"Kitty!" Ravyn screamed, dodging a fresh shower of bullets. She had already been shot uncountable times, each time the pain was lesser than the one before it, giving the inexperienced mutant more confidence. She knew that if she stopped moving for a second, her body would be riddled with holes, which was not the way she wanted to check the strength of her ability.

"Kitty!" She shouted again, barely hearing her own voice over the sounds of bullets and crushing metal. She suspected that Wolverine was taking out his anger and frustration on the machines.

"Help! Somebody, help!" She heard a faint, but frantic voice over to her left. Blindly running towards the voice, Ravyn slammed into a large piece of machinery, which was torn down from the ceiling by an incredible force

"Kitty? Kitty, can you hear me?"

"Over here!"

Ravyn walked the circumference of the machine before finding Kitty, her leg tangled with the mangled mess of the machine. She was sitting up, leaning her head against the machine, trying to stem the wound in her leg.

"Oh, god… Logan! I found her!" Ravyn slid towards Kitty.

Kitty clutched Ravyn's hand and squeezed hard. "Heal…!"

Ravyn wriggled her hand out of Kitty's grasp. "I can't." Kitty looked at her with pain and anger. "Kitty, your leg is under metal!" Ravyn took a glance around her. Logan was nowhere in sight, which meant he wasn't a few inches in front of her. "Logan!"

No answer.

Ravyn couldn't wait for him. She threw her weight against the machine, pushing it up at an angle. Kitty yelled in pain as part of the machine's weight shifted on her leg. Ravyn's muscles soon were strained from exertion, but she couldn't lift the machine high enough to free Kitty. "Can't you phase?"

"You don't think I tried?" Kitty screamed back. Bullets rained down over both of them and with the bullets came Logan.

Logan scanned the situation quickly, before pressing his full weight against the machine, lifting the machine higher. Kitty screamed again as the weight of the machine was completely lifted from her mangled foot.

"Get her out." Logan grunted. As Ravyn left her post beside him, he momentarily lost his footing. The full weight of the machine was laid on his back.

Ravyn grabbed Kitty's hands and pulled. Kitty cried out in pain, before slipping back into a fit of sobs. A bunch of wires were tangled up with Kitty's leg in the center of the knot. "I'm hurting her!" The look Logan gave her was one of sheer anger. His entire body shook from exertion. He tried to speak, but nothing came out.

Before Ravyn really knew what she was doing, she found herself partly underneath the machine, twisting the wires off Kitty's blood stained leg. Why? That word rang through her head like a siren. Why was she risking her life for someone she barely knew and didn't even like? Two weeks ago she would have run away from the situation unless she was paid, and, if she was, she would have lodged a bullet into both Logan and Kitty's foreheads minutes ago.

Logan was shaking uncontrollably when the mangled mess of machinery lowered considerably, pressing gently against Ravyn's back. "Hurry up… kid."

"Hello there, Xavier."

The Professor didn't have to turn around to recognize the voice of the speaker. "Mystique." He turned to find the blue-skinned readhead staring at him with two, unblinking white eyes. Her physique was tall and thin; her fingers long and slender. She walked purposefully to his side.

"Mystique, stop this. Now." The Professor's voice was low and gruff.

"I will. Once you give me information about your newest student." She stared at the Professor's piercing gaze. "That is all I want. And this," Mystique held up a small box with a small button on it. "Will be yours."

The Professor heard a long scream, undoubtedly from Kitty, float up to the control room from the hell bellow them. "What do you want to know?"

Mystique twirled the small box lazily in her fingers. She spoke slowly, drawing out every syllable she spoke. "It's strange. Such a small device could cause so much pain." Another scream from below wafted upwards.

"Mystique..." The professor said, warningly, his hands rising to his temples. It would be a longer, harder, process, but he needed to get the device out of the blue-skinned girl's hands.

Mystique got into a fighter stance, but before she could move, she was blindsided by a red laser. She flew across the room, dropping the remote in the process.

Scott stood in the doorway of the control room. His hand on his special glasses. Not taking his eyes off the cowering blue mutant, he bent over and picked up the remote. "You lose, Mystique," He stated before pressing the button. They all heard a humming sound, as if a generator was turning itself on. The meters in the control room all fell as the power was all turned off. The lights remained on.

Mystique smiled. Something about her smile bothered the professor. It was as if she was one step ahead of the; as if she wanted them to press the button. "We'll see." With those words, Mystiqueshape morphed into that of a raven, which quickly flew out of the room. Even though he knew his efforts would be in vain, Scott chased after the shapeshifter.

The Professor looked out the window of the control room. The room was eerily silent. The smoke was too dense to see any sign of the three mutants trapped below.

Ravyn's fingers flew around the machine, working frantically to untangle Kitty's leg. "Done!" she screamed triumphantly. Hooking her arms around Kitty's limp body, she pulled the girl out from under the wreckage. Logan dropped the machine immediately after Kitty's ankle cleared the edge of the machine. He dropped to his knees, grunting as he took huge gulps of air. His head was spinning and his muscles ached. His ears rang louder than the sounds around him. It was then that he realized that the room was silent.

Ravyn was alive with energy. "Kitty, look at me." She focused hard on the mutant's wounds and braced herself for the waves of pain. Instead of feeling pain, she felt numb; suddenly cold and fuzzy. Her eyes snapped open to find, Kitty, on the floor, her eyes peacefully closed. On the ground beneath her were cracks in the floor, in some foreign design. Before she had time to study the pattern, she was jerked upright by a large, muscular hand.

"Let's get out of here." Logan was sweating to the point that beads of sweat were transferred from his skin to Ravyn's just by touching her. Ravyn nodded, but Logan was too busy fixing Kitty on his shoulders to notice.

They didn't have to walk far before they heard footsteps pounding the ground and their name's being called. Kurt materialized in front of them. "Kitty!" he gasped, hurrying over to his friend.

"She's fine." Logan grunted uncomfortably under her weight before handing her over to Kurt. "Just get her to the infirmary now." Kurt held Kitty gently in his arms. Ravyn felt a faint pang of jealousy.

Kurt didn't answer and promptly disappeared, leaving behind a soft popping noise, smoke, and the smell of sulfur. Once he disappeared, Logan and Ravyn saw light streaming out the open doorway ahead of them. They were safe.

Ravyn and Logan entered the silent hallway in an equally silent manner. Ravyn suddenly felt tired and sick, and, she began to think about her soft bed waiting for her.

Logan stopped her with his voice. "Wait. Ravyn."

Ravyn. Not 'kid'. Ravyn.

"Yeah?"

His eyes said it all. They glowed with pride and satisfaction. He must have noticed that Ravyn was grinning like a drunken idiot at him because his face immediately became emotionless.

"Uh… Good job back there, kid."

Ravyn nodded and turned away from him, still grinning. She was just happy to be alive. She went through hell twice and was still breathing. The thought of it made her giddy. She hurried to her room and fell on her bed. She rubbed her eyes and focused on the breeze drifting over to her from her open window.

"Great job, traitor."

Ravyn shot back up into a sitting position and scanned the room. Everything was in its right places; nothing was disturbed. Nothing moved except for the curtains, blown gently by the chilling wind. She could find anyone in her room. A chill went up Ravyn's spine.

She recognized the voice.