AN: Thanks you guys for the reviews, I really appreciate them. I'm hoping to get back into my sadistic manor as soon as Trask gets to Australia. I know most of the chapters have been a bit light and feel good, but I will try to make it back to the way I wrote that made you all start reading this Fic. R&R please.

Chapter 14: Run, Run, Run As Fast As You Can

"Wow, so zis is Australia? Nice." Kurt walked off the jet and looked around.

"A..... thanks mate. This is my home, ain't she a beaut?" St. John began to stretch his aching muscles.

"This is Hobart?" Wolverine looked over to John who nodded his head as fast as he could. "Alright! We're looking for any traces of Rogue and X-23. If ya find any mutant activity, it's likely they were there. Everybody spread out and start lookin."

Wolverine began to prowl the area. He wasn't sure if the commandos were still here or if the girls left any sign for them to follow. He walked into a scorched building. Almost everything in the room was charred, all the wood and paper. The metal survived as he seen when he walked up to the pay phone.

"Bloody! Bloody... ah fuck. My oldie is gonna mame me." Logan looked over to a man behind the counter cleaning up the mess.

"Hey, you see two girls come in here, the other day?"

"Oy, mate. There were a lotta Shelia's here the other day. Ya wanna specify?"

"They'd ask for a pay phone. One has brown hair with a white stripe in the front and the other has long dark brown hair."

"White stripe ya say? I think she was usin my phone box, trying ta call her oldies."

"When?"

"The other day mate. Once that Shelia wit the fire hands showed up everyone ran. Sorry I can't help ya mate." Logan walked out of the building and turned on his com.

"Alright, I've got a shop keeper who's seen the girls the day before. He told me there was a mutant who could throw fire from her hands, that's when everyone scattered. Any relation Pyro?"

"Oh, mate. I don't have a sister." Logan looked over his shoulder, when the wind threw their scents into his face. He ran down the alley and seen by a dumpster there were two sets of foot prints matching the girls.

He looked around and found a path leading to where there looked like a struggle. He felt his heart race until his eyes came upon those two track marks leading to tire marks. He knew they found a car and got out. But, there were two strange scents, who are they.

He followed the tire tracks until they sped out of town. He went over the com again. "They got out safe, but there were two cars following em, everyone back on the jet."

"How does e know dat?"

"Imagine doing zis vit him all ze time."

"It's exhausting mates."

"Get on the damn jet!" He growled.

When all eight of them were back on the jet Wolverine walked up to Pyro. "Where is the safest place ya know,bub?!" John looked at him with wide eyes for a moment and started to think.

"Why would ya be asking me this mate, it's where the Shelia would go."

"If I know Rogue, and I do, she'd use yer memories ta find somewhere safe ta hide. WHERE!?"

"Well, the safest place I've always known is at my oldies' house."

"Ya wanna translate, bub?"

"My gran, she lives in Sydney. That's a ways away from here if ya travel by car. D'you think they made it there?"

"You don't know her like I do. She made it there!" Wolverine began to pray in his mind. Please god let them have made it there. "Storm, why don't we start headin ta Sydney." Storm nodded and the jet took off in the direction of Sydney, 650 miles away.

"Rogue, why are we going to this Waverly place?"

"Because it's safer then being in a place they'd definitely look fa us. We'll go to the motel by the cemetery."

"Cemetery? Where the dead sleep?"

"Ya got a problem with that Dylan? Ya scared of zombies or somethin?" X laughed as hard and loud as she could and Rogue smiled at her.

"No I'm not, it's just weired. I've never slept by a cemetery."

"There's no big deal, when we get there jus close the curtains and lock ya door." Rogue let her eyes drift to the mirror to reassure Dylan, when her eyes caught on something big, metal and black.

-an hour ago-

"This is where Nash abandoned us?"

"Yes, Mr. Trask, sir."

"Have we found anything on Dylan, Ben or the mutants yet?"

"No, sir. Not yet." Trask turned to the soldier, grabbed him by the collar and pushed him to the ground.

"There is no excuse! Find them or it is your and your family's life at hand. NOW GO!" Trask fumed knowing that the longer they were M. I. A. the better their chances were that they would reach Wolverine.

Something clicked in his mind. The tracking device, wonderful. He walked over to the tech chopper. "What are you meat heads doing?"

"We're trying to indicate what way they're going, sir."

"For get that. Switch over to the chip modification frequency line." The three men in the chopper look at him confused. "NOW!"

"Okay, sir. We are there, what do you want us to do."

"Punch in these exact numbers. 2-2-4-6-4-2-8-3" One of the men punched in the number. "What are we getting now?"

"A webbing pattern, sir."

"Good now punch in 1-4-0-2." The man punched in the four numbers.

"Sir, we're getting a blip... is this a radar."

"No my boy, this is my insurance policy. I was absolutely right to install that tracking device." He ripped his walkie talkie from it's holder on his hip. "Gentlemen, we have had a breakthrough. Pack it up and we will be getting our mutants back within the hour."

-now-

Rogue stomped her foot on the breaks. Everyone in the sedan was thrown forward as they seen the scene they were afraid of; they were here.

They intercepted their route. They stood in the road with weapons drawn and ready. GET OUT OF THE VEHICLE. Rogue undid her seat belt, unlocked the door and threw it open. She raised her hands above her head before she got out.

"Rogue, what the hell are you doing." Fear crossed X's face as she looked up into the eyes of the girl that got her here, got them free.

"X, don't worry. Ah'm gonna give em a piece a my mind." Her eyes were determined, she was ready to pay Trask back for everything he had done to her.

All of you out of the vehicle. X nodded her head at Rogue in understanding. She knew the older girl was right, they needed to get a little payback on these monsters.

As the other three got out of the car the soldiers advanced on them. One grabbed Rogue by the wrist. She twisted her arm in the plastic cuff and elbowed him in the face.

Seeing this X sprang into action. A soldier had his hands around her wrists and she jumped letting him catch all of her weight and used her feet to break his shins.

"Grab the guns!" Rogue grabbed the soldiers rifle and started firing off shots at advancing soldiers. X grabbed a hand gun and aimed at soldiers with deadly aim; right between the eyes.

A soldier grabbed Ben and out a gun to his head. "Dill!" Dylan looked over to her brother, a man they worked with for years had a gun to his head ready to kill him with no compassion or regret. Those girls were right! TRASK!

Rogue's eyes widened in horror. She aimed the rifle at the soldiers head and let someone else take over, it wasn't another personality it was her, somehow. The shot fired and exploded in the soldiers head as something seemed to take over her, the blood; it was like she was 'made' to do this.

"John, this is the house?" Wolverine looked to Pyro for the answer, but he didn't need it, he could smell them everywhere. John walked up to the door and found the note from his grandmother, he reached behind the address plate and got the key Rogue had grabbed before.

Wolverine and the rest of their mashed up team walked into the house. Their scents filled his nostrils, he didn't detect any hint of blood, but there were those two unidentified scents again.

John walked into his grandmother's bedroom. Everything was in it's place, but he could see her bed was slept in. His grandmother was neat, but not in a good way. She was one of those people who cleaned every inch of her house at least once a day and leaving her bed that way wasn't like her.

He walked into his old bedroom. The bed was made and the room was completely spotless. Under his bed, John saw something black and material like. He pulled it out and seen it was a black uniform he had never seen before. He walked back into the living room to hand it to Wolverine.

Logan held it in his hands, her scent wafted off of it. "Stripes..."

"Logan?"

"She left this behind." LOGAN! -It's Charles. I've pinpointed X-23, you need to be on your way right now. Something is happening.-

"Alright, everyone on the jet now. Chuck found the girls." As they all rushed out the house, John made sure he put the key back into its hiding place.

"OH MY GOD!" Ben yelled as the soldier behind him dropped to the ground. He wiped the droplets of blood off his face as he stumbled away. He ran over to his sister and they stared at Rogue, something was wrong.

Rogue felt something surging through her veins. It was anger, pain, hate, helplessness, it all resurfaced as she felt herself changing by the second. This is what he made her into; him.

She started to walk towards Trask and his defensive soldiers. She felt it swell inside of her and she began to charge. The soldiers braced themselves as she came charging at them.

She could feel her heart beat six times before she took a single step closer. The adrenalin pumped ferociously through her and burned the insides of her veins, it was changing her, she wasn't sure what but she could feel the change.

Every muscle ached as she charged closer and closer. She couldn't contain the rage bottled inside of her. When she was within feet of the first soldier coming her way she stopped dead in her tracks. She stared at him like he was a piece of meat and she was a starving animal, she wanted to rip him to shreds.

He swung his rifle at her and it was like it happened in slow motion. She evaded his attack so easily it seemed painful. She kicked her leg up and her foot collided with his jaw, while he was dazed she tucked the rifle behind her knee and in one swift movement she kicked it over to Ben while knocking him out.

X-23 stood there with wide eyes as she saw this masterful movement. She was in awe watching Rogue fight, she never knew she could possibly be that good. And she wasn't. Something had come over Rogue, that wasn't apart of her before she was taken. Even she didn't know how she was doing it, all she knew was that mercy was for the weak as Trask had told her many times.

All the goodness and faith she once had, had finally disappeared. She had nothing left. There was nothing left to fight for, her freedom meant nothing since there was no one to be free with. No love, no family, no friends. This was it he was going to pay for taking everything from her.

The next three soldiers ran up to her at the same time. She took her rifle and fired the shots into them without wincing or pausing at the horror of what she was doing. DIE! You're all going to die. Shot after shot after shot, the men went down.

She picked up their guns and started to fire at the others. She could see the fear written all over their faces so she decided to make them a deal. She yelled at the top of her lungs. "If you value your life ah suggest you run fa it!"

Many of the soldiers there ran for their lives, but there were about a dozen left for her to finish off and she wanted to. She was different. She wasn't afraid anymore, she was free from her fear and that meant she was willing to do anything to keep it from returning.

So I guess you feel different now, don't you?

"Ya placed another chip in my head so ah could hear ya disgusting voice, nice." Her voice was venomous, the sound of it made her wonder where it had come from.

I fixed you. I spent a lot of money on you and you just go and start killing my mercenaries? That's not nice, you owe me.

"Fa what!" Her voice roared as she felt the growl rip through her chest. "Ruinin my life!"

For saving you immense pain, my dear.

"Immense pain? Well, ah think ah got that anyways." She heard his laugh over the cerebral communicator that he implanted in her brain.

You don't understand being grateful, do you? I fixed you completely, now those freaks back home will mourn you as one of their own and not whatever they considered you as.

"Well, who knew ya could be noble. How sweet." She advanced to ten feet away from him, she could taste it in the air, one of them was going to die tonight.

"Storm how much longer til we're there." Wolverine was agitated, he paced inside of the jet. He wanted so much to see if they were okay with his own two eyes.

"Ten minutes, Logan. Don't worry, they're alright, we got here in time." As they landed they saw a bright ball of fire headed directly at them.

"Wow, look at the fire mates." John's jaw dropped as he stared into the amber red white orange flames.

"Pyro!" Magneto's voice boomed as John snapped out of it. "The fire!" John jumped to his feet smiling from ear to ear. He waved and swirled his arms around for several seconds and sent it back in the direction it came from.

Rogue whipped around the corner of the van, grabbed him by his shoulders and threw him to the ground. He struggled to get back to his feet. She dropped the rifle and advanced towards him.

X kneed a guy in the nuts and broke his collar bone. She smelled something familiar, but there were to many people to worry about before she could pinpoint the scent.

Dylan began playing an unusual game of catch with the person who belonged to the psyche that lead them to their safe house, St. John. She threw it back to him with increased heat and four times it's original mass.

John had to brace himself as he began to get more excited that someone else in the world could do what he did at his own level. He was loving it.

Wolverine ran following the scents of the girls. He seen X-23 fighting three different guys, he rushed over to her. She kicked, punched and dodged hits. When Wolverine ran up behind her got her immediate reaction a swift kick that nearly landed in dead center of his chest.

She turned knowing her her blow didn't land. She balled her fist and threw it only for it to be caught in Wolverine's large hand. Her eyes widened. "Wolver..."

"Are you okay?" She nodded vigorously. "Where's Ro..."

"She's with Trask. Something is wrong with her. She's different."

"Stay here, I'll be back." He ran in their direction.

Trask pulled out a small hand held gun and fired one round that hit Rogue in the chest. The bullet didn't seem to bother her much, it just made her anger boil over. She pounced. In an instant he was on the floor, he felt something warm and wet under him. He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled them back in a second. Blood.

She walked up to him with a broken cinder block in hand. Suddenly she became this powerful force coming at him, he knew she would kill him because he made her that way. A killer. His new perfect weapon.

Over a year ago it was all to simple. Get close enough to her so he could slip the drug into something she was going to eat or drink. Her powers would come null in void and taking her from Logan would be easy.

They waited for months until the right moment had arrived. December 18th became the perfect day, they fought and she ran out on them, all they had to do was incapacitate her, after all she was trained by the Wolverine.

He was stuff of legends. If they as scientists could become good enough, they could one day make something like him. He was what they all aspired to create and one up. The original weapon x was something Trask had always dreamed of studying, but that wasn't possible, he was to savage.

He had studied Wolverine and the mutants of Bayville. He found several mutants that sparked his interest, but there was mainly one. A young mutant unable to control her powers, her powers intrigued him. She could possess any power and every power, she just needed control and to be controlled.

Rogue swung the cinder block and let it collide with his face. She stood over his unconscious body ready to do what every minute cell in her body ached to do for over a year; kill him.

She crouched to her knees and held the broken cinder block above her head ready to bash in his. With a scream she lowered the block with enough force to crack open his head. She stopped a centimeter from his head. She couldn't kill him, but she could hurt him.

She ripped the wig off of her head and threw it to the side. Her short waved blew in the wind as she began to tie him up.

She used the cinder block to keep his feet apart and the rifle to keep his hands behind his back. She walked over to the place she found the original piece of cinder block and picked up another. She walked back over to him, he was awake now and that's how she wanted it.

"What are you doing!" His eyes widened as his face paled realizing he couldn't move.

"Ah'm gonna shatter ya shins an probably break a few ribs. Ya gonna wish ah killed ya." She stood above him in a golfers stance, she aligned her swing to the direct center of his right shin. She swung and heard a loud snap followed by a blood curtailing scream. She switched her position and did the same with the other leg. SNAP.

He passed out from the pain a smile grew on her face. It was sadistic and emotionless. She stumbled over to the sidewalk and fell down, suddenly all that she did tonight hit her. She killed... she was a murderer. He had achieved what he had wanted, he stripped all the humanity from her. She became him, a monster.

X fought off two more soldiers. She turned her focus to one and the other hit her on the back of the head and knocked her out. When she fell to the ground, the soldiers bound her arms and ankles. They lifted her from the ground and rushed over to a waiting helicopter.

"Kid!" Logan ran over to Rogue and threw his arms around her. He could see she was in shock, so he held her close to him. "Kid, get up. We're gonna go home." He pulled her from the ground and brought her back to the jet.

Once Wolverine dragged Rogue away from Trask, his soldiers came in and untied him. One threw him over his shoulder as they rushed back to the waiting helicopter.

When Wolverine arrived back to the jet he handed Rogue over to Hank who brought her into the jet. "Where is X-23?" The seven others around him shrugged not knowing, and have not seen her in about an hour. Wolverine ran around with the others trying to find X, when the thought he dreaded came true. Trask had X-23. Wolverine directed everyone to get back on the jet, they were going home.

AN: So they made contact, but poor X got taken back. Rogue gets taken home and what will happen to poor X-23? What did you think??? R&R please!!! :)