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Courtney Summers: Oooooo.... Thanks for the idea about Logan/Luna father/daughter ideas....! I was originally goin' to do that, then forgot to add it in... D:

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Random quote: "When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity."

- Albert Einstein

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AND NOW....

On to Luna!

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"No! Why did you do this?!" I shouted angrily.

'It was necessary to show you what happens when you defy us.'

"But ta kill innocent people! That's just... wrong!" I cried. I started to pound my fists against my head again.

'That will get you nowhere.' The cold voice hissed calmly. 'You cannot drive us out without harming yourself. You know that.'

The beast chuckled darkly.

I sank to my knees, my hands over my face. "What have I done?" I whispered. The tears stayed in my eyes, my cheeks stayed dry. I pulled myself to my feet and rummaged through my food supplies, pulling out the spaghetti noodles, meatballs, and spaghetti sauce. I tossed everything together in a bowl I had swiped and ate it. It was food.... and the last it.

I finished up my rather crunchy meal, got to my feet, and started on my martial arts.

I looked outside at the setting Sun, and thought about how long I had been gone. I'd managed to stay gone for five days now. The X-Men probably weren't even looking for me. Why look for someone who's caused nothing but trouble?

I wrapped myself up in the newspaper and fell asleep, twitching fitfully in the growing darkness.

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The day passed without incident. I couldn't find any food, so I simply didn't eat. I practiced on my fighting literally all day, sunup to sundown and well into the night. I finally dropped off to sleep about three in the morning, and awoke the next day at five. I repeated the previous day's pattern, never stopping to rest, never stopping for anything.

I was burning up too much energy, but I couldn't stop. I was crazy with training, it helped me forget what had happened.

What I'd done.

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Change in POV: third-person omniscient

"Why haven't we found her yet!" Logan said angrily, sniffing the air for the hundredth time. Still no scent.

"Maybe she just doesn't want ta be found." Laura said, starting off in a northern direction. "You go South. Keep in contact." she said and Logan nodded, scowling. They parted ways and went back to tracking down their lost companion.

"Professor, I'm... I'm afraid. What if we never find Luna? Do you think she'd kill anybody else?" Kitty asked worriedly, sitting down for dinner the next evening. Logan and Laura still hadn't returned from tracking down Luna.

"Don't worry, Kitty. We will find her." the Professor said assuringly.

Kitty didn't say anything, she just went back to eating her spaghetti. (A.N. Can anyone tell I'm hungry for some pasta? Lol)

Hank glanced yet again at the clock. "Charles, shouldn't Logan and Laura be back yet?" he said.

"Yes, Hank. They should have been back at least an hour ago. They said they'd be back by dinner." the Professor mused.

"Could this mean that they have located our missing quarry?" Hank asked.

"No, Hank. I don't believe so. They would have checked in by now." The Professor sat in his chair, deep in thought. What had happened?

"Laura, check in. Ya find anything yet?"

"Negative, Logan. Quiet as a boneyard here." Laura said, creeping around the deserted side-street. Ironically, it was a foggy evening.

"Damn. Alright then, we'll have ta call it a night." Logan said, turning down the street to meet at the rendezvous point. "I'll meet ya back at the old fountain then." he sighed.

"Affirmative. Laura over and out."

"Yeah, whatever." Logan muttered. He froze as he caught a scent on the slight breeze. What the-? Kayla?

Logan followed the strangely familiar scent into an old building. Sitting in a chair, shot glass in hand, was none other than Kayla Silverfox.

"Hey wild thing." she said with a small wink. She got up and wrapped her arms around her former lover and friend and kissed him very lightly on the lips. "Surprised to see me, Wolverine?" she said teasingly.

"Ya could say that." Logan said, shaking off his surprise and disentangling himself from Kayla's grasp. "What're ya doin' here, Kayla?"

"I heard that my little Artemis was missing, and I was in the neighborhood so I decided to take a look around." Kayla said, pulling up a chair for Logan to sit down in.

Logan took a seat and regarded his old flame with keen, searching eyes. "Why're ya all the way over here though? Why'd ya just up and leave Canada?"

"My business is my own, Logan." Kayla said shortly. "Suffice it to say that I'm here now and why doesn't matter. Now, are we gonna find Artemis or are we just gonna sit and chat?"

They got up and walked out the door, Kayla keeping pace with Logan as they sped to the rendezvous point.

"Who's this?" Laura grunted, gesturing to Kayla when they reached the fountain.

"Old friend." Logan said gruffly, not wanting to explain any further.

Laura nodded curtly to Kayla and glanced quickly around. "Let's get outta here." she muttered, standing up and sprinting into the dark, Logan and Kayla close behind.

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"Not a damn thing, Chuck." Logan said in response to the Professor's question as to what they had uncovered.

"I see. Logan, who's this?" the Professor asked, catching sight of Kayla.

"Kayla Silverfox. Old friend. Don't worry, she's a mutant."

"I see." the Professor said again. "And what can you do, if I may ask?"

"Influence others to do what I want, so long as I can touch them skin-to-skin briefly." Kayla said with a warm smile. She could already tell that she could trust the people here. After all, Logan sort of did.

Kayla was introduced to everyone, shown to a room, and caught up on everything that they knew about "Artemis", as Kayla called her and continued to call her, no matter how often they reminded her that it was actually Luna.

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Luna's POV

A week and a half X-Men free. I'd been gone for nearly two weeks now and hadn't had a bite to eat for a week straight out of that week-and-a-half.

I prowled through the streets, stubbornly continuing my exercise routine regardless of the sharp hunger pains that attacked my body. I ran for a full block, sprinting back to the run-down bar. I leaped in through the broken window and ducked under the counter. I drained the very last bottle of water that I had (it wasn't much water, maybe half a swallow) and tossed the empty bottle back under the counter. I couldn't get more, the kitchen was on to me. They had thrown sharp objects at me last time I broke in, so my only source of food and water was gone. I climbed up onto the old counter, drew my trenchcoat around my thin, frail-ish body, laid my hat over my eyes, and went to sleep. The bar darkened in the dying light and far in the distance I heard hounds howling, lamenting to the lonely, full moon.

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Two weeks. I was slowly losing weight, helped along by my frequent training sessions. I was forced to kill two more people; the mayor's parents this time.

Three weeks. I was definitely underweight and didn't know how much longer I could go. Sure, I'd been starved before, but even then someone had managed to sneak a couple bites of food to me. This was complete starvation. I killed two more, both some important figure's parents. I felt dirty, wrong.

Four weeks. A full month. A month with no one but me and my two other 'halves' driving me insane. No food or water; I was little more than bones and fur. Some muscle remained and still I carried on my rigorous training exercises. I collapsed more than twice and my military side made me beat myself, tearing at my tired flesh with my claws and nails. I hated myself, but I knew I couldn't die. Nothing would help. No one would save my from this place in my mind I called hell.

Still no one.

No one.

No one.

No one would ever come for me. The X-Men probably hated me, my father certainly didn't like me, and no one else knew I existed.

I wanted to be loved, to be remembered.

I wanted another chance.

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Change in POV: third-person omniscient

"A whole month and no sign of her. Do you think we should just give it up?" Rogue asked, not uncaringly.

Logan growled. "No!" he snarled, standing up swiftly. "We won't give up! Luna will be found!" And with that he took off on his motorcycle for the fifth time that day.

"He just won't give up, will he?" Blob, or Fred Dukes, asked.

"Nope." Kitty said, staring after the dust trail the motorcycle had left.

The Brotherhood had been recruited to help three weeks ago. They were all split up into teams, shown a recent photograph, and sent out to search.

No one had found anything.

"Come on." Avalanche, or Lance Alvers, said. They went off to search some more, not really expecting to find anything.

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Luna's POV

I sat up in the alley were I had collapsed. "Where..." I groaned and stumbled to my feet, the Earth spinning around me. I trudged to the bar and collapsed just outside, too weak with starvation to even think about leaping through the window.

I put my head down on the pavement and closed my eyes. A good night's sleep will do me wonders. I thought, drifting off into a dreamless void.

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I woke up sometime the next day. I was fine, unhurt, and still lying down on the sidewalk where I had been. I forced myself to my feet, through the window, and to the counter where I curled up under my trenchcoat and fell asleep once again. There were occasional nightmares this time, and finally I couldn't sleep anymore.. I got up and started my exercises,.

Maybe I should go back to the X-Men for help....

'You will do no such thing!' my military side snarled.

But I need help.

'NO!"

I couldn't fight myself any longer, so I dropped the idea and focused on nothing.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Kick, punch, spin, drop.

Breathe, rip, slash, exhale.

Rage, berserker, kill, maim.

I continued for hours and hours. I wouldn't permit myself a rest of any sort, lest I receive a beating from my brutal military side. I couldn't take another one, not after the severity of last time's....

I finally dropped twenty-four hours later like a stone. I had driven myself unconscious and my body shut down to protect itself.

A month-and-a-half... I wonder if they're still lookin' fer me...

Almost unconsciously I sent out a mental cry for help to no one. It was the only chance I had left...

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Change in POV: third-person omniscient

"Why can't we find her?!" Logan almost shouted, slamming his fist on the table in frustration. It had been almost a month-and-a-half now. Where was the kid?

"Logan, maybe she just isn't..." Laura started to say, but Logan cut her off.

"She ain't dead, X." he said.

"Calm down, wild thing. Maybe she just doesn't want you guys to find her." Kayla said soothingly.

Logan shook his head. "But why not? Her dad left her, Kayla. I'm the only family she's got left. Why leave?"

"Maybe she doesn't think she needs a family..." Kayla said quietly.

Logan opened his mouth to say something, then shut it as the Professor entered the room.

"Cerebro's picked something up. You have to go now."

"Let's go." Logan said quickly, already half-way out the door.

Hang on darlin'. Help is on the way. Just hold on...

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Short chapter, I know, I'm sorry... I needed a "filler". Next one will be out as soon as I gets three reviews lol

Will Luna be alright? Will the X-Men be too late? And what about lil Celeby? How will she take her Tigey being so... starved? Well, stay tuned and find out! XD

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