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A/N: Yes, I know, you thought I gave up on it. Well, truth is, I did. I lost it for a while, but I finally thought up the ending so here you go.

Chapter Twelve

Freya was brought by the brothers to a large metal fortress type thing that was placed up on a cliff in the middle of nowhere. She landed the jet next to a helicopter and was escorted to a big metal room with a metal desk and a metal chair in it. "Hell of a decorating job." She muttered. Her voice echoed creepily off the walls.

"It may not seem like much, my dear, but to me, it's very convienent." An old man wearing a grey body suit/cape thing that looked like it was straight off of the Starship Enterprise came out of a door. Freya fought not to attack him. A hot fury that she wasn't familiar with threatened to take over and ruin everything. She forced herself to stay outwardly cool and calm. "So, who might you be?" He waved a hand and his chair scraped backwards to let him sit. So...that probably meant that he could control metal. Freya crossed her arms and struck a pose that screamed 'attitude'

"You first." She said. He smiled at her with amusement.

"Alright, you're the guest. My name is Eric Lansherr, but my friends here call me Magneto." Just then a woman who was completely blue and had auburnish hair walked in and sat on his desk. She stared at her. Freya stared back. "Well," Magneto said, looking up at her. "Most of them do." The blue woman crossed her legs in a very seductive manner. "So, are you going to tell me your name or are you and Mystique going to stare at each other all night?" Mystique smiled a little. Freya put a hand on her hip and returned the smile.

"You can call me Freya."

"Ah! Yes. The Norse goddess of beauty and love. Interesting name. Yes, very interesting. So, Ms. Freya, what brings you here to my humble abode? It must be important, for you to have arrived here in such an...interesting manner." He steepled his fingers. Mystique's stare was starting to get on her nerves. She resisted the urge to light her hair on fire.

"That jet belonged to Charles Xavier and his little hound dogs. I brought it to your boys' attention here because I knew that it would get me to you." Sometimes you could tell the truth and still mean something completely different. It all depends on how you say it. Magneto nodded to Evan, Tommy and Jase and they turned and left. He then gestured for her to approach the desk. She did, completely ignoring Mystique. He stood up and motioned for her to follow. Freya sighed and tailed him through the door, some hallways, more doors, then out to the jet. Mystique padded silently behind them and started to inspect it once they got there. Freya found herself looking up at the sky while waiting. Some part of her felt that she could get lost in all those stars...

"It's definitely theirs." Mystique's odd voice broke Ferya's reverie. Magneto pulled his cape up and folded his arms with a grace and practiced formality.

"Well, this certainly is an interesting dish you've served us, my dear. Tell me, why the sudden interest in betraying your school? Don't you want the good guys to win?"

"Good, bad, whatever. It's not my problem. I don't care about your little war." Freya replied with an indifferent shrug. "I want something from you."

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Julian closed his eyes and banged his head against his window. He knew that this wasn't going to work, he could feel it. Freya wasn't just going to see the cruelty of her plan. No, she was going to make their deaths long and slow, no matter what. He had to tell Xavier.

"Woah! Where's the fire?" Logan caught Julian by the arm as he tried to dash past him. "Hey, are you alright."

"P-Professor Logan...I need your help."

"Alright, alright, just calm down. What did you do?"

Minutes later, Julian was strapped in the back of the fake jet with Storm and Scott piloting and Wolverine and Kurt sittting in the next row of seats. Julian could feel the anger just resonating off of them, but he didn't care. Just as long as they got there before Freya did something that would completely destroy her. Despite her seeming lack of heart, Julian had seen something in Shade. Perhaps he could bring it back.

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Magneto and Mystique stood side by side, like a king and queen. Sadly enough, Freya had seen odder couples. They were waiting for her to continue, but she was too buisy navigating the shadows around the lair and counting the other mutants who were there. Soon enough they'd all be dead, but she needed to make sure that she got all of them. "I'm afraid that we do not have all the time in the world for this negotiation. What do you want?" Magneto said. Freya put a finger to her lips and made a soft shushing noise.

"Can we go inside?" She said suddenly and innocently. "I'm a little chilly."

"Of course. Follow us." Freya did as she was told. She had the count, and the shadows were ready to strike. Once they got inside, she kept walking to the middle of the room and called fire to all exits. Mystique and Magneto jumped at the sudden roar of flames and looked at her.

"Do you know what you did?" Freya snarled. "You killed me." The excitement of finally being able to kill was making her loose her form, she could feel it. Freya was melting away, leaving something else. She rose into the air and the fire vanished, to be replaced by shadow. Magneto spread his arms and tried to create a doorway out. This entire place was made of medal. Freya-or what was Freya, wrapped he and his partner in shadow and started to squeeze. "You killed me, and now I'm going to kill you." Their screams made the creature shiver with delight, then sigh as both their lives were snuffed out. It absorbed the bodies, then, rising farther into the air, sent a call to the shadows to finish what it came here to do.

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"I can't believe this thing actually flies." Storm muttered.

"Just because I made it, doesn't mean it's not real." Replied Julian with a hint of resentment in his voice. He'd had to explain this a million times. "Of course it flies."

"Shut up kid." Said Wolverine. Julian closed his mouth with a snap.

"Look down there." Scott said. They all unbuckled their seat belts and went to the front.

"Holy shit." Julian breathed.

Ahead and below them, lay Magneto's lair. But there was one problem: there was black stuff oozing out of every crack and crevice on that cliff and seemed to be eating it away. The entire structure looked as if it was going to collapse. Julian closed his eyes and breathed deeply. It was Freya, or maybe not. If she'd gone back to shadow, then Freya was no more. Maybe Shade had resumed it's body. Or maybe it was something else entirely. Either way, he had to find out. He carefully stepped back quietly to the back of the jet. The others were so intent on finding a place to land that they didn't notice what he was doing until the door was opened, and he was flying away. The last thing he saw before swooping low was Wolverine holding Kurt back.

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This was it. After this, there was nothing left. The creature sighed and curled into a ball, the shadow coming around it like a protective cocoon. The entire room had become something that resembled the nesting ground of a giant spider; the shadow was everywhere, oozing off the wall and ceiling and creating some sort of giant web that pulsed with every life that was taken. No one could run for very long, and no one escaped.

Freya was gone. Shade was gone. Kyle and Boy were gone. Now, there was just a consciousness who hungered for life but didn't know how to do get it back. It was just there, with all the shadow and pain of confusion and unfufillment. Life didn't seem to be an option any more. The consciousness sobbed, and it's shadow-hounds took up the agonizing call.

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Julian heard them howl, and new that he had to get to go faster. He swooped down lower, just barely inches from the rolling darkness and looked for a way in. He spotted it within a few moments and flew in. It was completely dark inside so he drew a flashlight and turned it on. The blackness seemed to shrink away from both him and the light. Maybe it wasn't completely intent on destruction. "Shade?!" Julain called. "Shade! Come on. Where are you?" He walked down hallway after hallway, but no one answered his call. Sometimes snarls and screams would echo into his ears, making him jump and his heart beat faster. He never saw anyone though. Not a single soul. "SHADE?! Shade!" The tendrils of blackness were getting bigger as he walked. He even thought that he saw things moving inside them, but he dismissed it as a trick of his own fear.

Finally, the walls opened up, and Julian came to a large enclosure, which made him swear and drop his flashlight. The stuff had formed some sort of web, with a giant, inky black ball in the middle. He was too afraid to go forward, but he couldn't go back. The entire place was being eaten away and collapsing. So he picked up his flashlight and ventured forward.

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Julian leapt aside just in time to avoid the tentacle that would have taken his head off. It reared up and roared like something from a video game and came at him again. He ducked, rolled, and then jumped on top of it, a sword that shone with what seemed like the sun's brilliance in this dark place in his hand. Julian thrust it down into the monster and started to hack away as fast as his muscles would allow. The thing roared again and slammed both him and itself into the wall, making the room shudder and shift. "DIE!" He screamed, intensifying the light until it consumed the creature all together. He leapt onto his board and started to fly toward the center of the web, where the ball was. That thing had to be causing this.

Another sound like something was being ripped from it's very skin warned Julian of another oncoming enemy. This time it was a giant dog with a blade for a tail. "Fuck. It's like I'm stuck in a Greek legend." He panted, leaping aside to avoid that tail. He rose into the air above it's head and lengthened his sword, so that it was more of a whip. He brought his arm back and down in one fluid strike. The dog howled. The sound was agonizing. Julian dropped to his knees and covered his ears with a yelp. The dog's mouth was inches away from his face when he was able to look up again. It's breath stank of carrion. The whip was just out of reach...The dog growled and opened it's mouth wider to snap him up like kibble. He flattened himself and rolled under it's head to it's neck, grabbed the whip, made it into a sword, and cut for his life.

The dog's head came off with surprising ease, like whatever held it together decided that it didn't want to stick anymore. Julian grabbed his board and took to the air just in time to avoid being crushed. He stood there for a moment, watching it ooze away, when some of the blackness dripped down from the web and landed on his shoulder. He cried out in pain and almost fell. It was like someone had dropped a bucket of acid on him. The web seemed to be melting.

Julian was lost in a haze of pain for a moment, but fear kicked him back into focus, and he started to fly for his life. Some of the bigger drops he could avoid, but others still landed on him, each time more painful then the last. But he didn't stop. He had to get to that ball. Something deep inside him told him that whatever was in there could stop this.

After what seemed like a painful forever, he finally reached it. By then Julian was barely . He fell off his board into the blackness and passed out.

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Logan opened his mouth and took a half step foward, but no sound was made and he didn't move otherwise. The entire cliff shuddered, then fell off the mountain into the sea. Julian hadn't come back out.

After things settled down to as safe level, Storm lowered the jet until they were within jumping distance of the water and started to use radar to try and find anything. They searched for a long time. Kurt teleported into the water and swam around, only coming back up for air. Logan joined him. The two of them both spotted it at the same time

Two forms on a piece of fallen rock. Logan took a hold of one, Kurt took the other, and they were all teleported back onto the jet. "Oh my god." Storm lea-pt from her seat and went to Julian's side. "He's not breathing. Scott, get the first aid kit." Then she proceeded to do CPR. Kurt put a hand on the other form. It was a girl. She had long black curly hair and a pleasant round face. She was breathing already so there was no need for CPR. Logan wondered if who it was. She couldn't be Kyle, they looked too different. The only similarity was their light brown skin. Julian coughed and flipped himself to vomit up sea water. He would have passed out in it if Scott hadn't caught him and eased him back onto the floor. He was covered with burns and cuts.

"Is he going to be ok?" Asked Logan.

"There's no way to know until we get back to school." Storm Replied.

A/N: Don't worry, I'm not done yet. There's still the epilogue. But yes, this is the end. Review and tell me what you thought please and thank you. I'll give you a bunny turd if you do smiles creepily Anyway, if there are mistakes, just bare with me. I'm on a time limit here.

Ok, right now there is a giant grey squirrel outside my window. Holy crap that thing is huge. Wow.