A/N

hey guys sorry for not updating so quickly. my laptop fucked up somehow with a virus and i also accidentally deleted Microsoft Word off my laptop T_T im currently using a different...much WEIRDER document called AbiWord. but even that doesnt work so my friend (who i may say IS AMAZING FOR HELPING ME!) is uploading them. if you guys know ANY EASY FREE, AND VIRUS-FREE WAYS to get Microsoft Word uploaded onto a laptop, i swear to god i will type ANYTHING you want me to!

so just wanted you guys to know its not my fault. So, i apologize in advance.

but here goes nothing...

Carlos POV

I gripped Myranda's hand and sighed.

Less than two hours ago, I'd opened my door to discover one of my best friends, bleeding, unconscious, and probably closer to death than anyone I'd ever seen. At the moment, she lay in my guest bed, clad in nothing but gauze, a tank top, and bandages. Her poor legs had been so bruised and were speckled with blood, that she just ended up with a miniskirt of gauze around her legs. she had a thing of it wrapped around her bleeding head and a sling was made for her arm.

i watched her groan as Irish gently sewed up her skin and then pulled the sling back over it. i smiled a little, giving Myranda some comfort. but she groaned and slowly sat up, only for me to push her back down and run my fingers through her hair.

"C-Carlos-" she groaned. but i shook my head.

"Look, you need to rest." but she continued to shake her head, mouthing something, but it seemed she couldn't. i sighed and looked at the clock. 4 am. My fifteen hours were up nearly six hours ago. i groaned and dropped my head, running my fingers through my hair. i felt Myranda's grip on my hand tighten a little and when i looked up, she was rubbing her lips together.

"water...please?" she whispered. Irish looked at me worriedly, and i sighed, picking up a small glass of water and handing it to her. Myranda drank it, thankfully. she cleared her throat a few times before coughing and sitting up, wincing in pain.

"i don't know where their holding Logan...but i know it's someplace safe and someplace Wayne-Wayne likes a lot, because he usually never leaves." Myranda winced again and i sighed.

"you need rest."

"I'm fine."

"No, you need to rest."

"Carlos-"

"YOU HAVE A FUCKING BULLET IN YOUR ARM!" I glared gently at her, but it didn't stop her. she slowly moved the comforter off and stood, wobbling gently. i grabbed her and tried to push her back in bed, but we just ended up fighting, pushing each other back and forth.

"you're not going back out there!"

"I have to!"

"no you don't!"

"yes!"

"WHY?"

"BECAUSE ITS ALL MY FAULT!" and with that she sat back down and started crying deeply into her hands. i frowned deeply, before sneering and grabbing her arm and making her stand up.

"your fault? what the hell are you talking about?" her bottom lip trembled gently.

"i couldn't save Logan. the entire time he could've been running he was saving my ass, and then he was the one who was forced to take care of me...and...i..." she continued sobbing and i placed my hand on her shoulder. she stopped and looked up at me.

"you don't have to go back out there...it wasn't your fault. We didn't know what was gonna happen." she nodded but i could see she was uncertain.

"Carlos?" i turned and looked at her. she had her head lowered, and she was holding the sheets tightly in her fists. i felt bad for her, she felt guilty and hurt and all i could do was yell and shout.

"hey, Boss?"

i finally sighed and glanced at the two people standing outside the room. Sydney and James both stood there, looking serious and blank as i turned to them.

"what is it?"

"we may have found some things." i nodded and turned to Myranda one last time. i kissed her forehead, then i placed my hand on her shoulder and i pushed her into the bed, making her groan and lay still, falling asleep as soon as my hand left her shoulder. I closed the door gently and followed James and Sydney back out to the living room, where Sydney plopped down on the sofa and handed me the computer. i scrolled the pages and information she'd uploaded, reading intently. i was surprised when i saw how many buildings Wayne-Wayne actually owned. a few were in places I owned, which made me growl.

i shut the laptop and sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose in anger.

"i really have no clue what to do..." i whispered. i looked up, realizing how many of my members had crestfallen looks on their faces. i bit my lip as i thought. there was only one way and it was a surprise attack, like the one Wayne-Wayne pulled on me. i needed to put determination and have my fighters become fierce once more. i growled and turned to them all.

"Thomson!"

a short, black and blue-stripe-haired boy stood and i could see the blood lust in his eyes.

"get on the phone, find use some guns and some knives, anything that could cause harm." he nodded and i turned in a circle slowly, looking for someone else. i stopped and stared at a different kid. i pointed at her and she stood quickly.

"cars, find me some goddamn cars." she nodded and i turned to see Kendall standing, James behind him, their eyes dark, telling me we were ready.

"whats our plan, boss?" i smirked deeply and narrowed my eyes in a deadly look.

"here's our plan..."

LOGAN POV

i gasped for air and slid to the ground, watching the giant male above me smirk and crack his knuckles.

"you ready for some more, ya little bitch?"

i groaned and gripped my sides, not knowing if i was bleeding internally or not. i hurt everywhere from where he'd been kicking and punching. i whimpered and glanced behind him, my eyes filling with tears as i coughed blood.

"D-Dak...ple-please we go to school together...w-we..." i continued coughing and Dak just smiled, his eyes going half-lidded, his smile smug as i sat against the ground. I'd been dragged into the other room, and now i was sitting in what looked like a drawing room of some sort. a desk sat in one corner, the floor had a huge oriental rug on it. book shelves, along with tables filled with what could only be drugs sat along the walls, which were painted a dark, expensive brown looking color. Dak sat in a huge chair, which looked like it belonged in a manor instead of here.

He had his legs thrown over one arm rest and was leaning on the other. i spat blood and stared at him with wide eyes as he flicked his hand at the giant above me. i heard a slow chuckle and i started to sob again as my hair was grabbed and i was dragged across the ground. the pain flared up again as he continued to beat me, his fists aiming for places that were already bruised and places that made me squeal. i was sobbing deep into the carpet, coughing up blood and some bile. i waited, rolling over onto my back and groaning. i waited for the blow that never came.

When i looked back, Wayne-Wayne had yanked the mutant back and was sneering at me. i coughed and continued to spit blood and vile. i curled up into a fetal position under the harsh stare from him. my insides hurt, and i felt like i was dying. my eyes just hurt from being half open. i sobbed hard when my arm was grabbed and i was hauled to my feet. i wanted to bend over and vomit, but i held it back, knowing i would probably be beaten again by someone larger probably. i shuddered and looked at Wayne-Wayne.

"Wayne-Wayne, what are you doing?"

"Shut up, I need him now." i glanced to see Dak pouting and I chuckled, which earned me a slap across the cheek. I cried and let my tears fall to the soiled carpet. Wayne-Wayne, that fucking sadist, lifted my head and pursed his lips as he trailed his fingers along my jawline, before digging a few nails into my skin. I hissed in pain and sobbed.

"Carlos wants to talk, and I've decided to finally give that little shit a taste of his own medicine." I could see his eyes glaze over in sadistic thinking, and wonderment as he knew he was going to get what he wanted. He transfixed those horrible, cold eyes on me and grinned, so...sadistically... it was cruel, it was horrible, his mind was nothing I'd ever seen before. i sobbed harder as i was smacked across the head, and I fell. i lay on the ground, defeated as i stared at the tip of Wayne-Wayne's boot.

"ah...but can't you stay here a little while? i wanted to play a bit." i heard Dak whisper seductively, making me gag a little. i heard Wayne-Wayne chuckle, but it was cold and harsh.

"your such a little slut."

"only for you."

"No." his voice went cold.

"No?"

"i need to get this over with. this fucking 'war' as Garcia says it is, is idiotic. im sick of waiting."

"so what are you going to do about it?"

Time seemed to slow a little and i groaned. My head pounded and my eyes suddenly grew heavy. I started to close them and i sighed, glancing up to see Wayne-Wayne bend over me, smirking horribly.

"Finally, I'm gonna get rid of Garcia, and I'm gonna be back on top again." he laughed and held Dak close, sitting down and pulling Dak into his lap. i watched with disgust, rolling the one eye i could keep open, as they made out, rubbing their tongues together. When they pulled apart, Wayne-Wayne laughed.

"Baby, we're gonna be back on top again!"

my whole head pounded, as if it was a door slamming shut, and my eyes slipped close.

At this moment, I'd rather be dead.

sorry if it was short, i wanted to update SOMETHING at least! oh, well please review! and also please send ANY ideas you have im running out and my mind is blank!

and my friend is amazing for doing this (and no he did not write this...)