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We're zooming through the air in the X-Jet, and we have the plane that has Kaveri in it's signal. They are now about five miles away (That's how fast this jet really is) and I can't wait to get my hands on that goon.

"Scott, didn't Willwin, like, say he would kill Kaveri if we went after them?" Kitty asked.

"Yep," I replied.

"And… We're totally going after them anyway?"

"Yep."

"But doesn't that mean he'll kill her?" Kurt asked, a puzzled look on his face.

"Yep, but we plan to get there before he does. We have that cloaking device for the scanners, remember?" I tried not to think about what would happen if it didn't work. It had been malfunctioning a few days ago.

[Kaveri's P.O.V.]

I sighed as I listened to Willwin laugh and talk to himself. As soon as he had hung up on Scott, he had thrown my phone to the floor and stomped on it. This guy was truly crazy.

"Nobody will ever call me stupid now!" he cackled.

"Stupid," I muttered under my breath.

"Those lazy foolish workers will follow every command! And no one will dare disobey me!"

"Just because you'll be rich?" I rolled my eyes. Looking up, I saw a small screen that I hadn't seen before. It had a red dot in the middle, and another red dot that kept disappearing and reappearing randomly.

It must be the X-Jet, I thought. The cloaking device was malfunctioning a few days ago.

"My dear?" Willwin sang through the door. "If you are doing something embarrassing, stop, because I'm coming in." I knew he would see the X-Jet's signal, and I raised my arm. With all my strength, I brought my hand down and smashed the screen to pieces. It hurt my hand, and I had a few cuts, but otherwise I was okay. Willwin wasn't amused.

"My tracking device!" He held some of the pieces in his hands and let them fall to the floor before he rounded on me. "Do you have any idea how much that cost?!" he yelled, his face turning blue and red at the same time. It was all I could do not to laugh.

"About $22,000, since it was custom made," I answered. "It still had the price sticker on it."

"It cost $22,030, smartmouth!"

"What cost you the extra thirty?"

"A repair on the screen. It was a huge crack." He suddenly realized he was having a conversation with me, and he shook himself. "Listen, missy, I'm taking you to open those treasure doors. If you put up a fight, you will be promptly killed."

"Then you won't be able to open the doors, right?" I asked as innocently as I could. He screamed in frustration and went back to piloting the plane.

This guy's a real jerk.

I felt the plane tip as we descended. Soon, we had landed in a dimly lit cavern, and two of Willwin's workers came in and hauled me out of the jet. Willwin talked about his company, but I didn't really listen as I was led past tons of people doing… Nothing. They were either eating or sleeping, and didn't look as if they had been doing anything in the past week or so. We stopped suddenly, and I looked at some huge solid-gold doors looming above me.

"These, my dear," Willwin gestured to the doors proudly, "are the Treasure Doors of the Mallipine." I was standing in front of a red circle, with a boy on top of it waving his little red scepter.

"Blast your lasers at the door," Willwin commanded. I looked at it, then at him.

"This is all you wanted me to do? You could've just asked." I stepped forward, removed my shades, and blasted at the red circle. Nothing happened.

"Hmm." Willwin scratched his head. "I could've sworn that's what legend wanted."

"Uh, maybe I should blast the blue circle?" I pointed out.

"No, no." He waved a hand at me and thought.

"I know! You're supposed to blast the blue circle, not the red one!" I sighed. I lifted my shades again…

[Scott's P.O.V.]

"Hey, Cyclops." I turned to see Logan dragging some guy by the neck of his costume. "I thought you might like to interview a guy who deals with fire." Looking closely, I realized it was Pyro. Logan yanked him to his feet and growled at him.

"Eep! Okay, okay. I burned that house that you and your girl were in. I didn't know you were in it, honest!" Pyro added as Logan unsheathed his claws. "And my dad was the one who'd been following your babe. He couldn't resist, all the houses her family had lived in were made of dry wood! We have that kind of weakness. The bonus was that our families hated each other. It was a killing of two birds with one stone."

"Where is your dad now?" I asked, feeling in my gut that he was telling the truth.

"He passed away a few years back. I just carried the tradition on! It's very good and dry wood." He looked at Logan hopefully. "So, at the next stop, you're gonna let me off?"

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Logan, was throwing him off the plane really necessary?" Storm asked him as he closed the jet's door and dusted off his hands.

"Relax, Storm. He landed in a patch of ocean with an island right by it," Logan said. "He has the brain cells to know to swim for it. He'll make it."

"And what if he tires of swimming and drowns?" Storm crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Eh. He'll be spurred on by the fact that there are sharks in that bay." He grinned rather evilly and said, "He'll make it… I hope."

I love writing evil humor. It's so much fun… Thanks again to the reviewers for the reviews! I think I'm going to be cured tomorrow. ;)